Christmas Tree Twist

Dixie adjusted her top for the upteenth time.

“It fits us fine, dear.” Mira, her loving hearmate, brushed their cheeks together, taking control of the hand and moving it from their top most left breast to their lower one. “Even with us going quad boob, it’s holding up really well!”

Dixie blushed. She loved being busty, but sometimes sharing a body and a life with her heartmate, Mira, who had been exceptionally buxom even before they’d found each other was a bit of a trip. “I know, I trust you. I just sometimes feel like one quick move and we’ll have a nip slip of epic proportions.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be the only epicly proportioned woman here with a nip out.” Mira pointed out, hiding her mouth behind a glass she had lifted with their right hand.

Dixie had to agree. Not a woman in the room was smaller than the traditional D-cup, and many, like herself and heartmate’s combined form, were in the top half of the alphabet, their host, a wonderful mature ‘gravure’ japanese model was swinging her amazing, wobbly wonders around with every minor movement. She’d retired some time ago but didn’t look a day past when she’d first debut, minus the continuous growth in the bust department that had made her so famous. Of course youth wasn’t quite as impressive at her age thanks to the bod-mod technology that allowed Mira and Dixie to share their heartmate form, complete with their conjoined torsos, dual set of legs, one set of hips behind the other, and even their ‘party ready’ quad-bust look sported just for this get together, but Hitmoi had a way of wearing it that showed not just the youthful energy she was famous for alongside her impressive bust, but a maturity that made her seem almost magical coupled together.

The host grabbed everyone’s attention by tapping her tall flute of some bubbly liquid, possibly champagne, but equally as likely to just be some carbonated sugary drink. Once the crowd had quieted down and turned to face the lovely Japanese woman, she began to speak.

“Thank you so much for coming to my Winter Solstice blast!” She began.

“Oh, are we going to inflate our titties and pop again this year?” One of the bustier women, her trademark ear to ear grin belted out from across the room, to laughs and mild applause from the bevy of buxom babes, each looking like they wouldn’t be disappointed with that kind of christmas blowout.

“Not this year.” The hostess giggled, crossing her eyes and puffing her cheeks up, using both hands to lift and pushing tits up to her chin, earning more laughs and cheers. “The confetti cleanup and sorting out who was who took a while.”

Another japanese woman, not quite as busty as the host, playfully bumped shoulders with her, the two rarely seen outside each other’s company. “Some of us like being mixed together, you know.”

“Just go on and heartmate together already.” Mira stage whispered to Dixie, who along with several of those around her who’d heard all nodded, waiting for the pair of buxom raven haired beauties to go ahead and make it official that they were a pair, were in deep agreement.

“This year, I was thinking it’s time we decorate a traditional winter tree,” the Hostess gestured to a clearly fake tree, it’s bristles looking and feeling soft and fun. It had a wrapping of some garland but was otherwise bare of ornaments or even a traditional tree-topper. “So one of you-.”

“Or more than one!” Two heads of a conjoined trio shouted, Mira and Dixie sharing a grin along with many of the other conjoined babes in the room.

“Or more than one.” The hostess gave a gentle nod and sweeping gesture to include the multi-formed gals at the party. “When you were given your glass, one of your lovely bodies was chosen to be the missing bits of this tree, namely the ornaments and tree topper of course. But I’m sure you’re wondering who?”

With a gesture from the hostess, the lights dimmed, and a second set, acting more like a black light than anything else, swept over the crowd.

Dixie stared in shock as their glass, and a quick glance at her heartmate’s lips let her know, anywhere that the glass had touched, turned a quick, and lovely, blue. Mira caught it a moment later and quickly turned her head as the applause began, the applause erupting into cheers as Mira and Dixie shared a deep kiss, their wonderfully mismatched hair blending beautifully as the two made out to the cheers of all.

“And it looks like they’re chosen! Mira, Dixie,” The hostess called out to the pair, finally pulling them out of the kiss as the applause died down, “would you join me on stage?”

The pair made their way through the crowd, Dixie feeling self conscious and glad of Mira’s partnership keeping the two moving and their back not just straight, but arched a bit, their heavy quad-breasts bouncing as they moved. They got plenty of encouragement and cheers as they passed through, emerging through the bevy of beauties and climbing up on the small stage alongside the Hostess and her constant companion, Mira and Dixie sharing a knowing look as the Hostess and her bestie moved in unison, hip to hip to make room for the heartmate’d pair.

“Now, the stage is, of course, outfitted with not just a bod-mod-pad,” the hostess gestured to the place under Mira and Dixie’s feet, though the pair hadn’t needed to be told, the familiar tingle passing over the pair as they’d stepped up. “But for this year, we’ve also arranged for a set of waldos.”

Mira and Dixie noticed the ‘we’ the hostess used, and how she and her companion already had an arm around each other’s waist, and wondered again it’d take the pair to just go ahead and make honest, conjoined women of each other. Which gave them only a moment to wonder what the hostess meant by ‘waldos’.

Then a set of several mechanical arms, complete with white gloved hands, came down from the ceiling. Mira murmured about expecting tentacles, earning another laugh from the crowd, as the hostess had been famous for her tentacle based movies, and even a few times she’d shown up to bod-mod parties with a lower half and arms made of tentacles.

The cartoonish gloved hands started gentle, caressing the cheeks of the heartmate conjoined women, Mira and Dixie cooing as the many arms gently undressed them, showing off their four nipped goodies and double set of hips anatomy. Then, gently cupping them under the chin, the hands went to work on their arms and legs, squeezing and wrapping them together, their arms winding around their torso many times more than should have been possible, their four legs being braided together.

Still holding onto their heads to keep the pair steady, the feelings coursing through the shared pair of women nearly overwhelming, their body began to be stretched out by the hands, and then twisted together into a tight wrap, this hand or that leg now indistinguishable as just another twist in their long form. 

However their breasts weren’t pulled into their braided form, and in fact, even as the pair stretched out longer and longer, seemed to grow. Bigger and tighter their big titties became, meeting and surpassing the Hostess, even as the many hands coaxed greater pleasure out of the pair, moving the long braid into the tree, the women briefly moaning in delight and vanishing into the branches, save their breasts which continued to stick out, and were slowly moved back and forth among the branches, the soft faux-needles brushing against their four super sensitive breasts like the feeling of a feather duster gently caressing and teasing their hot skin.

With a soft pop noise, the mechanical hands pulled up and lifted the chins, and the rest of their heads, up out of the tree branches, making Mira and Dixie the tree toppers the tree was missing, their four heavy breasts now the ever moving, always caressed, ornaments of the tree.

And from the noises the two were making, the feelings were incredible. Many of the women looked on in a touch of jealousy that they hadn’t gotten to enjoy the pleasures of tree-dom.

“And there we have it, my lovely guests.” The hostess gestured to the centerpiece of the room. “One tree, complete with toppers and ornaments. We hope you’ll all enjoy our decorations for the night, feel free to let them know how you feel and of course, to touch. But remember, no unwrapping till after the big night.”

The hostess gave a giggle as she and her ever present partner moved into the crowd to mingle, as their ‘decorations’ moaned their way through what was sure to be a night filled with stretched, loving, caressing, hot orgasms, their breasts ever brushed by the soft bristles as the tree rotated one way and their breasts the other, much to the delight of the pair, and the many guests in the room.

All of whom had the same group of thoughts. Could they get this set up in their own place for them and their partners before the holiday was over? And of course, how was the hostess going to top something like this at the next Winter Solstice gala?

~Merry Winter Holiday!