12 TFs of Christmas - Christmas Caroling

              Josephine wondered how this was acceptable. Listening to the singing was a travesty to anyone with functional hearing. But this was a crime against the holiday season itself.

                Christmas Caroling was something to be treasured. It was a tradition continued across the years and very much part of the festive seasons. The different songs of the holidays have touched the hearts of many.

                So for her to listen to these louts continue to commit this pretense of caroling was downright infuriating. Now some might say Josephine was being too judgmental about things. That she should be more accepting of it for the holidays.

                But really there was a limit to tolerance.

                When they first tried to sing Silent Night with horrid pitch and muddled lyrics, Josephine bit her lip to hide her displeasure. When they totally fail to remain in synch for Silver Bells it made her hands twitch in annoyance. Then the whole matter of not being able to remember the entirety of 12 days of Christmas was the last straw.

                Now listening to this band of caroler trying to sing Deck the Hall just made her stomp off in anger. She had tried to correct them earlier, but her attempts were rebuff. Now she had no choice, but to take matter in a more disagreeable approach.

                She could not allow the holidays to be ruined any further with these terrible renditions of classic songs. Some things had to be done even if the actions necessary flew in the face of the spirit of peace and happiness.

                Josephine had to sadly allow for it this instance.

                Even marching away behind some cover, she could still hear the wretched caroling. This only served to further enrage her even more. That she had to take such upsetting measure while still being bombarded with that terrible singing.

                Her teeth gritted her teeth in anger. Josephine felt while her teeth grinded together with her incisors starting to sharpen noticeably. The pair on her lower jaw grew larger till they could not be concealed anymore appearing as visible tusks. This would look out of place with the noble visage of Josephine’s face, but the twisting look of anger that consumed her made them seem quite appropriate.

                Hands balled up tightly into fists. The gloves that covered them were looking straining with the fabrics tightened around them. Soon tears started to emerge as the gloves were ripping apart by the growing hands. No longer graceful, the hands looked rougher having grown thicker with nails taking a markedly sharp point.

                This savage change started to appear across the rest of her body too. Her graceful form was swelling in both height and musculature. She was quickly becoming something of more brutish and savage disposition. And though Josephine dislikes being like this, her alternate nature was more accepting of it. Because for being of savage fury that she was becoming, it was only appropriate her mindset be properly suited for it too.

                Fabrics started to tear from her clothing which was being pulled apart from the seams. Her growing height put a considerable strain on her attire. But it was also thanks to bulking mass of muscles that were churning out too that increase the pressure. Arms flexed to rip the tightened cuffs that been caught riding up her stretching arms. Swelling biceps pressed against the remaining sleeves to tear them open to reveal their mighty shapes.

                Her wardrobes were rapidly entering a state of disarray. Much of her body was no longer covered by them anymore. This was in part due to her increased stature making it impossible for some clothing to cover everything. But other parts were due to her musculature form simply tearing apart portions to make room for further growth. Rippled abs now displayed visibly from once smoothed stomach to simply highlight how further musculature she had become.

                Footwear tore open to allow her sizably larger feet to step out from the formerly tight confines. The toes wiggled freely in the air satisfied to be free before stepping bare into the snowy ground. Thanks to her toughening skin, the cold caused her no further discomfort despite how bare her body was being exposed to the element.

    Normally beige skin had darkened considerably taking on a grayish green tone. This coloration pervaded every part of her body compliment the savage countenance she was taking. Her face continued to twist into a more orcish visage. The once groomed blonde hair started to fall from her scalp in clumps. The remaining hair on her head had a remarkably different style then what she bore before being a mix of gray and green. Only one side of hair remained long now partially falling over the side of her face while the other remained closely cropped to the top.

    Long pointed ears perked up at the sound of more tearing. Her attention turned to the sight of the waistband snapping open with her skirt falling to the wayside. This left her lower body entirely bare except for the undergarment which barely kept her modesty safe, but still showing the powerful legs. Up above only the remains of her top tightly nestled around the chest was the only remaining covering up there. Annoyed at this, she flexed her chest forward pressing the muscles forward while at the same time her bosoms swelled forward too. The added pressure popped her top off to reveal the barely clinging bra which had the swells of the breast starting to spill out both above and below.

    Finally finished, Dryka tossed aside the useless remains of the clothing. Just brimming with savage fury, Dryka turned to the offending sound that angered her so much. Cracking her knuckles, it was time she showed them how to Deck the Halls. Nobody messes around with Christmas Caroling on her watch.