55

Yan was standing in the bathroom staring at her naked body in the mirror as she listened to the screaming filtering up though the floorboards. The Yan wardrobe was still up here, not downstairs and she was glad of the elevator.

Christmas morning and she knew that they were waiting for her to come down and start the fun. But look at her. Her boobs were huge, her stomach was still fat and she felt…flappy.

Globby.

Blah.

She sighed and ran her hands over herself, knowing they were waiting impatiently and she was lucky she had healed quicker than normal women would without her special abilities. The urge to shift was strong but she knew it might threaten her milk so for now she had to accept she was a frumpy, blobbly mess.

The slacks were comfortable and the Ugly Christmas Sweater was white and flouncy, with Santa peeking over the waistband with Rudolf as if asking everyone to forgive the frumpiness. Well, that was her take on it.

She walked down and saw Owen's for the first time, stalling out as she stared at the plain white sweater with 'F*uck Christmas' on it. The U was Santa standing in the words. She almost made a comment but right now, it seemed to fit her mood.

Jack had a green jersey on with reindeer in a threesome…don't ask…Mama had gone overboard with a holly and Xmas light themed one and at least the others seemed to find traditional ones.

If not for the fact Jack LOVES Christmas she would have begged off, so damned tired but she settled in the huge chair then accepted the baby, looking down at her sleeping tot. His little elf outfit must have taken Mama most of the night to whip up, unless it was for one of the cats stalking around angrily in their own attire and she had just altered it.

"Mama, you don't think they will get too hot in their wee jumpers?" she asked with a grimace and Dahlia laughed as she flapped her hands.

"It's Christmas, I couldn't possibly leave them out!" she gushed and Yan shrugged, too tired to care if they cooked one of the damned cats for the feast, really she didn't give a toss.

"You OK Love?" Jack asked softly, "I can take you back to bed if ya like, I never thought about your clothes all being upstairs, I should have brought some down to the room for you."

"It's OK" she smiled as she accepted a kiss, "I'm gonna get comfortable here, if you can pass a rug."

"OOOOOOOOOO!" Dahlia was like an alarm gong off and everyone jumped as she rushed for the gifts, pulling out one and rushing back to present it to Yan who carefully opened it to find a large mermaid tail.

"I saw the pattern and thought if you" Dahlia gushed, "Look, it keeps you warm and you look so sweet, like a wee fishy. I made you several, you like different colours and even one for Byrdie."

"Oh Dahlia" Yan sighed as she felt the soft wool, "they are soooo darling. Wow, you know…I …sorry."

Yan started to cry and Jack held her, crooning he rubbed her back, looking at his mother with worry.

"Tired" Owen said softly, "She's done in, poor chick. She loves them and is too tired to show it. Let's all have some quiet time while we watch the Byrdie and Gray open their gifts, let Yan have a rest, we can open ours after we eat later, yeah?"

"Thank you Owie" Yan muttered as she snuggled into her husband, their little boy cuddled between them as Jack beamed down at him, also nodding off in his Taddette's arms.

Poor bugger" Owen said softly as he smiled up at Tosh, "What do you say love? Let's go check that turkey."

"He's a nice boy when he wants to be" Dahlia said to the remaining room, "I think he just feels little sometimes and acts out, like Byrd."

"We all feel small sometimes" Andy agreed, "This Adulting thing is hard bloody work."

"Oh, the kitty is hungry, are you kitty?" she crooned and they all went silent as they watched her peel a banana and feed it to the wild Polecat that primly sat chewing.

"Ah, Mama." Jack said slowly, "That's not a cat."

"No, of course not" she snorted, "He's a baby one. A kitty."

"Um."

"Well, he is sort of" Rhys argued, wanting to show support to the lovely lady he also considered a Mama, "A Polecat is a type of…er…."

"Weasel" Yan muttered, "Fuck. Is it smelly?"

"Don't be silly, he had his bath and de-fleaing things" Dahlia defended, "Besides. Look, he loves it here! The snow is so cold love."

Lucky was too busy trying to work out how the hat thing worked, it had been slapped on his head and it slid over his eye again. He smelt a weird thing but no one seems worried about the demon creature in their house.

These humans do go weird when shut in for too long, maybe they all needed out run about outside and pee or something.

It always helped him tucker out.