How to build a Snowwoman - Snowwoman TG
Tags: Inanimate, Monster, Caption, Breast expansion, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, Christmas, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!How to build a Snowwoman - Snowwoman TGThe Canadian winter was brutal and unforgiving, the kind of cold that bit th…
The Canadian winter was brutal and unforgiving, the kind of cold that bit through layers of clothing and made your bones ache just from existing. Micky stood at the edge of the frozen forest with an armful of kindling, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air, and wondered for the hundredth time why his so called friends always sent him to do the grunt work. He was small. That was the problem. Five foot four soaking wet, with a face that people called cute rather than handsome and a body that nobody looked twice at. The other guys in the cabin were all tall and muscular, the kind of men that women stared at when they walked by, and Micky was just... Micky. 'I wish people would stare at me, he thought as he trudged through the snow. I wish I was sexy. I wish I was the kind of person that made heads turn.' "Such poor soul," a woman's voice echoed through the trees, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Such sadness. Such desire." Micky dropped his kindling and spun around, heart pounding. "Who is there? Hello?" She appeared from behind a snow covered pine, and Micky's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful in an otherworldly way, with pale blue skin and hair like spun ice, wearing a blue outfit that looked like something Mrs. Claus might wear if Mrs. Claus was young and impossibly gorgeous. Her breasts strained against the frosty fabric and Micky quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously. "Are you like... a cosplayer or something? We have a cabin if you are cold..." She laughed and the sound was like icicles chiming in the wind. "I do not mingle with humans often, but you called to me with your desperate wanting. I am Snegurochka, daughter of Ded Moroz. You might know him as Santa Claus." "That is... that is impossible." "Is it?" She tilted her head and studied him with eyes like frozen lakes. "You wished to be stared at. You wished to be sexy. I can grant this wish, little one." Micky's heart raced with sudden hope. He imagined himself tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and broad shoulders, the kind of body that commanded attention. "You can really do that? You can make me..." "I can make you unforgettable." She raised her hand and cold unlike anything Micky had ever felt slammed into his chest. It was not the cold of winter air or ice water, it was something deeper, something that seeped into his very being and began to change them from the inside out. "Wha... what is happening to me?" His skin was turning white. Not pale, not bloodless, but actual snow white, the color spreading from his chest outward like frost creeping across a window. He looked down at his hands and watched the flesh become white as snow, individual snowflakes replacing human skin. "Nnnngh... it feels... it feels so strange..." The cold was not painful, it was something else entirely. His body was filled with sensations he had no words for, a tingling numbness mixed with hypersensitivity that made him acutely aware of every change happening to his body. His fingers were thickening, becoming rounded and stubby, and when he tried to flex them they moved sluggishly through compacted snow. "Wait... this is not what I..." His legs gave out as they merged together, the insides into snow that reshaped itself into a rounded base. He fell backward and landed in the snow with a soft crunch, and immediately felt his lower body beginning to grow, absorbing the snow around him to become larger and rounder. "I am turning into a snowman! This is not... ahhhhhn..." A moan escaped him as his torso compressed and expanded simultaneously, his organs dissolving into frozen nothing while his exterior swelled into a middle sphere that sat atop his base. His arms shortened and simplified, becoming stubby protrusions that he could barely move, and his shoulders merged with his head as his neck disappeared. "It’s so cold... so strange..." He was not solid, he was packed, millions of snowflakes compressed together and held in shape by something that might have been magic. His heart and lungs were gone. Everything that made him human was gone, replaced by this snow made form. Snegurochka approached and looked down at him with a satisfied smile. "There. A proper snow creation. But perhaps..." She tilted her head. "Perhaps we should add some details." Her hands touched his chest and began to sculpt. Where her fingers pressed, the snow reshaped itself, and Micky felt every adjustment with startling clarity. She pushed inward and pulled outward, forming curves that had not been there before, and suddenly he understood what she was doing. "No... wait... those are... ohhhhhh~" She was giving him breasts. Two large mounds of packed snow that jutted out from his middle sphere, complete with small indentations that might have been nipples. The sensation of them forming was indescribable, new parts of body springing into existence across an area of his body that had never been sensitive before. "And here..." Her hands moved lower, to the j
