Gift Wrapped Karma

Nick let out a defeated sigh as he got a glimpse of his ex's Insta while he doomscrolled through the app. His thumb paused on a picture of her laughing at some rooftop bar. Was she already seeing someone new? They had broken up months ago, sure, but seeing her move on so easily still hit like a gut punch. He huffed out a complaint, blocking his cellphone.

The darkened screen reflected the sorry state he was at the moment. His dirty blonde hair was shaggier than he usually allowed, and a small stumble was already forming on his round face. Sure, he hadn't been an Adonis before, but now even his good points, such as his above average height and the decent shape he had kept himself in, were getting muddled up.

"Yo bro! Still throwing a pity party for yourself?" The front door creaked open, followed by a loud, familiar voice that snapped him out of his groove. Nick barely glanced up from his phone as his roommate Alexis sauntered into the room, carrying an awkwardly lumpy package under one arm.

He hadn't even noticed she had left earlier, but it seemed like she had been gone for a while. The short, dark-haired woman had even had time to dress up in multiple layers to deal with the cold weather. She threw her wooly hat away, and began to remove her jacket, revealing the fit figure that Nick had grown familiar with.

Nick finally lifted his gaze to look at the poorly wrapped package. Its humanoid shape giving away exactly what it was.

Nick sighed heavily. "What the hell is that?"

"This lil thing?" Alexis smirked, laying the package on the coffee table with a loud thunk. "It's your Christmas present, bro. Thought you could use a little holiday cheer."

Nick's eyes narrowed as he observed his 'gift.' "You've got to be kidding me. Really?" He asked, frowning at his friend.

Alexis gave him a knowing wink. "Hey, no peeking until Christmas morning. Them's the rules."

Nick groaned, slumping deeper into the couch. "You really bought a blow-up doll and wrapped it as a Christmas present? What's wrong with you?"

"Are you sure it's a sex doll? It could be anything," Alexis said, shaking the doll around, with a smug grin that didn't help her case. She picked up the package and carried it over to the corner where their pitiful Christmas tree, a dinky little three-foot plastic thing they had set up as a joke, stood alone. With a dramatic flourish, she wedged the wrapped "gift" under the tree, the stiff limbs of the doll poking out awkwardly under the tree.

"There. Perfect." Alexis stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now it really feels like Christmas in here."

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood up to leave. "You're such an idiot."

"Call me what you want, but when Christmas morning comes, you're gonna love this," Alexis said with a wink. "Until then, no peeking!"

With a roll of his eyes, Nick left the apartment, heading out for one last Christmas shopping trip.

That night, After Nick went to bed, Alexis found herself sneaking back into the living room. It wasn't like she needed to be quiet anyways, Nick could probably sleep through an explosion.

Alexis really couldn't help herself, even after she had laid down on her sleeping shorts and tank top, the sight of her ridiculous gift nestled under the little tree was way too funny for her. She just needed to snap a quick picture and send it to their group chat, immortalising the joke forever.

As she got ready to take the pic, something else caught her eye: a small, neatly wrapped box sitting next to it, no bigger than a deck of cards. A handwritten note was stuck on top, unmistakably in Nick's messy scrawl. No peeking until Christmas. Read the note.

Alexis snorted. "You got me a gift too? How kind of you bro."

Crouching, she picked up the little box, turning it over her hands and shaking it around. "At least it isn't coal." She mumbled as she didn't feel a single thing jiggle inside, making the box feel oddly weightless and empty.

This thing had to be something to get back to her, she was sure of that. But Alexis was unable to resist herself, and began to peel away the red wrapping paper.

The moment the paper tore, a strange energy surged through her hand, sharp and electric, that made her drop the box to the floor. While Alexis shook her hand around and muttered many unkind things about Nick's mother and lineage, the remnants of the paper slowly came to life, and began to coil around her ankles.

"...Son of boatlo-OOOOOH!!" she yelped, stumbling down and falling on her ass. Once she was able to get over her surprise, she saw the wrappings slithering up her legs, shimmering faintly in the dark room. She kicked and thrashed, but the paper that was so easy to tear a few seconds ago, now felt unbreakable.

"Nick what the hell is this!?!" Alexis shouted, as the wrapper tightening around her thighs and pinned her legs together. She continued trying to struggle under them, until the same sharp electric shock, now going around her exposed calves, stopped her.

Through gritted teeth she hissed out, her muscles tensing up. Starting from her toes and working upwards, she began to lose the sensations in her legs. Unbeknownst to her, they were taking a faker feeling, her lower body becoming stiff silicone.

The wrapping paper continued to slither up, moving with unnatural speed and precision, tightening around her thighs and pinning her legs together. It rolled around her hips before the paper pulled even tighter, further molding her body beneath it. A loud pop echoed as her hips were forced outwards, her thighs rounding out with impossible fake curves.

Another shock against her crotch made her yelp in embarrassing surprise, her face growing red as she felt herself grow wet against her will, far wetter than she had ever been before. But the wrapping paper seemed to absorb every drop, leaving no visible trace on its pristine surface.

And as her crotch got dried, all the other sensations down below began to fade away. Between her legs, the last remnants of natural feeling started to vanish, replaced with an eerie, empty numbness. The wrapping paper had molded the area into a simple, cold, and hollow synthetic hole, perfectly smooth and artificial, designed solely for someone else's pleasure, not hers.

"Nick, you fucking bastard!" Alexis growled, cheeks burned hotter with humiliation, while her fingers clawed at the paper that was now coiling around her torso. But her strength really was no match for the enchanted wrapping.

The paper wound tighter still, squeezing down on her waist until it became impossibly small, almost doll-like. The little bit of body fat she had was pushed down toward her hips and up toward her chest. Her ass ballooned into a perfectly round, exaggerated shape, while her breasts swelled, pressing against the fabric of her tank top until her figure resembled an absurdly exaggerated hourglass.

"ACK! Nick! I swear, when I get out of this, I'm gonna...!"

Her threat was cut short as the wrapping reached her neck, the shimmering ribbons sealing tightly around her chest, and squeezing the oxygen out of her. The skin beneath felt and unnaturally smooth, taking on a plasticky look. Every breath came shallower than the last as her ribcage grew rigid, her torso getting locked in place.

Her flailing became weaker as the paper began curling up over her shoulders. The ribbons coiled around her wrists, forcing her hands into stiff, immovable positions.

The wrapping paper crept up her neck, and Alexis let out a muffled gasp as it finally pressed against her jaw, forcing it open. "Nnngh! Mmmph!" she grunted as the ribbons squeezed her face, forcing it wide in a frozen, doll-like "O" shape.

Her face flushed hot with embarrassment as she realized what was happening. Her cheeks felt unnaturally smooth and tight, the texture of her skin losing its natural give and taking on the flawless, glossy surface of soft silicone. Her lips puffed out into a perfect pout, glossy and soft-looking. Her wide eyes stared ahead, frozen in a startled expression as the wrapping completely wrapped itself around her.

A sharp, final jolt ran through her, and she felt her body go completely rigid. Alexis could no longer move, no longer breathe. Her entire form was locked in place. She tried to scream, to move even a finger, but nothing responded. The wrapping paper had done its job, leaving her frozen in place beneath the shimmering layers.

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The next morning, after being surprised at how awfully quiet the apartment was; Nick shuffled into the living room, coffee in hand, and froze.

Under the tree, in the same spot Alexis had placed the 'present' she had bought the day early, lay an extra package. Wrapped tightly in shimmering Christmas paper was a distinctly feminine figure.

"Oh my god," Nick said, his lips twitching upward in a grin. "You couldn't even follow your own rule about not peeking, could you?"

Nick's grin grew bigger as he sipping his coffee. "Serves you right. Maybe spending a few days as the perfect Christmas gift will teach you some self-control."

With one final chuckle, he gave the "gift" a playful nudge with his foot. "Merry Christmas, Alexis. Hope you're comfy under there."

The Alexis doll laid motionless, unable to acknowledge Nick's taunting words, only able to stare at the red wrapping that covered it whole vision.