Now the curse was starting to return and the rumours starting to heat up...***Tiffany Johnson woke up to the alarm on her nightstand blaring at her."U...h," She said as she rolled out of bed to turn the alarm off. Her long blonde hair fell in front of her face and her large breasts bounced from the movement. Tiffany enjoyed her breasts. While they had been small her first two years, they had grown to quite a nice size by her senior year. She knew that they had contributed to her increasing. Santa and a helper would swoop in, drop everything off and be gone quickly. Santa would be given a note stating the names of the family members and some basic information (like; “Andy needs to do better to remember bringing his homework to school each day!”) to help Santa seem like he knew the family. Every year, the “SSSS” was looking for new people to be “Santa” and help out. If you did well, you were invited to do it again next year.“SSSS?” I asked? “Super Secret Santa Society,” was the. Sharp, Dan pulled back up to the building in which his wife worked and waited patiently for her to come out and get in the car.Once she did, he couldn't stop looking at her. She had fixed her hair and had soft curls framing her face and the dress he had provided for her fit like a second skin. It was tight on top where it barely covered her nipples. It accentuated her breasts, the orbs bulging beneath the top. It tapered around her waist showing how trim and fit she was. Then it clung to her. As far as sex went, it didn't. He never touched her. She often wondered if he wasn't gay. She had nothing against gays, but she certainly didn't want to be married to one. She was so unhappy before the spell. That's why she cast it in the first place. She was in tears that night. So tired of never being touched, so tired of feeling like just a live-in maid. She always wanted a happy married life, a nice home... someone who loved her the way she loved him, and someone who actually wanted to have.