




On Christmas Eve night, as the household drifted into peaceful slumber, Nikki, the mischievous Elf on the Shelf, began to feel a peculiar warmth coursing through her tiny body. The enchantment that gave her life had gone awry, and her petite frame started to expand, swelling with plush softness ✨🎄
Her once delicate arms and legs began thickening as rolls piled on top of rolls. Her tight red bodysuit stretched to its limits, hugging every growing curve ❤️ The seams groaned in protest as her belly surged outward, forming a vast, jiggling expanse that hung over her waistband, pressing insistently against the fabric until it finally tore with a satisfying rip 🥴
Nikki’s thighs widened, spreading apart as her hips ballooned, forcing the remaining scraps of her outfit to shred further. Her once dainty figure was now a voluptuous spectacle, her skin soft and creamy, spilling in folds that overflowed like whipped frosting on a gingerbread cake. Her breasts, impossibly plump, heaved and pressed against the remnants of her top, which snapped off like a broken candy cane under the strain ❤️✨
Her big, round hips jiggled with every tiny movement, with their fullness on glorious display. As her transformation continued, she couldn’t help but revel in the sensation...every inch of her filled with plushness, her rolls cascading like sugared hills 🍭 The spell had turned her into the ultimate festive indulgence: a delightful, fat elf who embodied abundance and decadence 🥰
By morning, the family found Nikki perched precariously on her now-crushed shelf, a cheeky smirk on her plump face. Her overflowing figure was impossible to ignore, her rolls spilling like gifts from Santa’s bag. It seemed this Christmas, Nikki had decided to embrace the season of plenty in the most extravagant way possible 😍