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“I said no.”

“C’mon,” I whined. “We’re both adults. Let’s do the presents now.”

“No!” cried Carol. “I told you, it’s only fun if you follow protocol.”

“There’s Christmas protocol?” I asked in disbelief.

"Oh wow! This DOES feel good!" Taylor exclaimed, her boobs quickly expanding. Currently, her skin was blue, and she wore a blue sweater-dress with blue leggings. Her belly looked full term with thirteen.

"Wow," Haley commented, watching Taylor blow up. "This IS hot!"

Bigger and bigger Taylor grew, until she was nothing more than a ball with boobs. Haley rolled her onto her bottom, as the weight of her boobs had caused her to roll forward.

"How do you feel?" Haley asked,looking into her friend's blue face.

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody.

Bad things can happen at parties, people caan get feelings hurt, people can have accidents, people can get arrested. These are always good entertaining stories. But sometimes, thing sjust go so horribly wrong, so incredibly bizarre, that noe one ever wants to talk about them. Like if someone got reallly hurt or put away in prison for a long time over it. This is one of those stories that i just so happen to know, but i think many of you would like to hear it.