Christmas Wishes by ImoutoCommissions

Chapter 1

Jacob had not been planning on doing much for the holiday, but then, he 
had been planning on spending the holidays alone, not with an adorable 
roommate that insists on celebrating every holiday all the way. Her 
childlike enthusiasm is so contagious that he can't help but do whatever 
she wants to do. So, now he is decorating his home perfectly for 
Christmas, so that he and Amelia can have a proper Christmas together.

While he is busy hanging up some mistletoe, she drifts into the room 
through a wall, floating over to him and suddenly throwing herself on 
him, hugging him as her icy lips hit his, making him shiver, a bit from 
the chill that comes from her body, and a bit from the natural 
excitement that he gets whenever she shows him any affection. It still 
seems hard to believe that things have escalated so much since the two 
of them met, or that he even met her to begin with.

He takes a good look at her, and is still surprised by just how good she 
looks, despite the whole being dead thing. She is still silverly and 
translucent, but she looks a lot happier and healthier than she did when 
they first met, brightening considerably and thriving. It also helps 
that she does not have to wear those same pajamas all the time, since 
they discovered her ability to "put on" clothes.

Today, she is wearing a blue dress with a pattern of silvery-white 
snowflakes, silvery-white leggings that are just a bit paler than her 
bare legs would normally be, which is how he knows that they are on, and 
a pair of blue Mary Janes. Her hair is tied into pigtails, and she looks 
so adorable that he can't get enough of looking at her. For now, though, 
he focuses on kissing her.

When he does pull out of the kiss, he pats her on the head and playfully 
scolds her, saying, "Were you sneaking up on me? You jumped out of the 
wall like a scary ghost. What do you think Casper would think of that?" 
At his teasing, her cheeks flush silver. She is probably trying to think 
of something to come back with, but Jacob moves on, asking, "Are you 
ready to visit your family's graves?"

Her expression turns somber then, her blush fading as she nods for him. 
When the two of them arrive at the cemetery, her demeanor has only grown 
that much more reserved. Eventually, they reach a plot with a wide 
headstone for both of her parents, a normal sized headstone, and one 
smaller one. She sits down directly in front of the one meant for her 
parents, where she immediately starts talking to them with a childlike 
innocence.

"I used to be really lonely in the house all by myself, but everything 
has been a lot better this year. I really wish you hadn't gone to heaven 
and left me by myself, but I forgive you for that," she says. "You don't 
have to worry about me being alone anymore, because I have Jacob to take 
care of me now! And that's how I was able to come visit you, too."

Next, she moves to the middle stone, ready to lay into her brother with 
a rant about abandoning her. However, she notices his date of death 
being listed as December 24th, and she goes still, especially when she 
reads the epitaph. /Gave his all to save his sister/.

Jacob places his hand on her shoulder as he says, "I found the 
obituaries. The doctor who pronounced your brother dead said that his 
last words were a plea to save his little sister. That was fifty years 
ago."

Amelia is left trembling with emotion at his words. She has been so 
restricted, so confined in her home, that she has never been able to 
properly explore the circumstances regarding her death. She turns to the 
smallest stone, /an angel taken too soon/, seeing her own name and date 
of death.

As she looks at it, Jacob adds, "The doctor did try to save you, to 
honor your brother's last wish, but by the time he got there, he only 
found your lifeless body. At his estimation, you passed within minutes 
of each other, but with the Blizzard, he determined it was too dangerous 
to try and move you or your parents. But, Amy, you have to understand, 
your brother did everything he could, right up until the end."

She gives into tears then, sobbing on the ground, as she comes to 
understand what really happened to her. All this time, she felt as if 
she were abandoned, as if her brother left her behind and left her to 
die there, and now, she realizes just how much he loved her, how much he 
did for her, even when his own life was ending.

"I'm sorry, big brother, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't believe in you, 
please forgive me!" Jacob can only watch as she cries it out, getting 
out emotions that she has kept buried away for years. Once the tears 
have slowed, he places a hand on her back, and she looks up at him. 
"Thank you for bringing me here. Thanks for telling me the rest of the 
story."

She starts to smile, but then, she starts to panic, and Jacob does as 
well, because she is fading away, right before his eyes. It is different 
from what happens when she wanders from the house, and she becomes more 
and more transparent as she cries, "Jacob? What's happening? I'm scared, 
why am I-"

"Amy! Amy! Amelia, stay with me!" he begs her, but when he tries to grab 
for her, his hands pass right through her, and when she grabs for him, 
she can't get a hold of him. They are left screaming for one another, 
until her voice fades away, and then, she is gone.

Jacob drives home by himself, so alone and so empty, and when he gets 
home, he falls into bed without undressing, wishing that he could simply 
sleep forever.

Chapter 2

Waking up alone used to be par for the course for Jacob. He used to be 
able to tolerate it, but when he wakes up on Christmas morning, he 
wishes that he hadn't, because this is the loneliest he has felt in 
years. It is late in the morning, his misery keeping him dead to the 
world for at least a little while, and though he would rather stay in 
bed, the spacious old home is freezing, and he eventually drags himself 
out of bed to go downstairs and light the gas fireplace.

As he is lighting the logs, he realizes that there is a large package by 
the Christmas tree that he knows wasn't there the night before. Perhaps 
if he were in a better state of mind, he might be alarmed by this, but 
as things are, the only thing that can even slightly push past his 
depression is mild curiosity, as he goes over to inspect it.

The label simply reads /To: Jacob, From: Heaven/, which does not tell 
him much of anything. So he starts to tear at the paper, expecting to 
find a big box of something or other inside, but instead, the more he 
tears, the more the package seems to lose form, and then, as the last of 
the paper falls to the floor, he falls back, tackled to the ground by 
approximately fifty pounds of very warm and very naked little girl.

"Merry Christmas!" she cries, as she snuggles up to him. It takes him a 
minute to get her to stop snuggling so close that he can get a good look 
at her, and even that does not help. This girl is most definitely solid, 
and has a pale but healthy complexion with golden hair. So not only does 
she not look anything like the ghost he has fallen so hard for, but she 
does not even look like the photographs Jacob managed to find of when 
she was alive, because his Amelia was tan, with brown hair.

But he would recognize her voice and her affection anywhere. "Amelia? 
Amy? What's...what's going on?"

"Well, when I got to see my family's graves and got to forgive my 
brother, I was finally able to pass on and I got to see my family again! 
They all said they were worried about me until you came along and my big 
brother said he would haunt you to the ends of the earth if you ever 
hurt me and then I got to be the ghost of Christmas past for some grumpy 
old Scrooge, and then! I got promoted to being your guardian angel which 
is why I look so different!"

With how fast she is talking, it is really difficult for Jacob to keep 
up and wrap his head around all of it, but he at least thinks that he is 
able to latch onto the important things. "So, wait, what's that about 
you being an angel now?"

She turns around then, practically shoving her rear in his face to show 
off the small, feathery wings on her back. As she points up, Jacob 
realizes that there is, indeed, a halo hovering there, something that he 
did not notice because he was so caught up in the rest of her changes. 
But she does look every bit the part of a little angel. He was still 
dealing with the shock of losing her, and now he is sent into shock all 
over again, but this feels like the best sort of shock imaginable, and 
once it wears off, he will be able to accept that he has her back, that 
he only lost her for a night.

Amy still seems way too energetic after being brought back to him, and 
she gets off of him completely so that she can skip over to a bearskin 
rug in front of the fire place, her feet always touching the ground, 
something that he is not used to seeing from her. Already, he has 
started to accept this new appearance as hers, so maybe that part will 
not take as long to get used to as he thought it would.

She lays down on the rug and starts moving her arms like she's making 
snow angels- kind of funny, given the circumstances. "Oh, wow, this 
feels so good! It all feels so real, I've not felt anything like this in 
so long! I can really feel it rubbing against my skin!" He remembers 
then that, even though he was able to help her interact with objects, 
she could not quite feel them, and certainly not the way that she could 
when she was alive. He had been some of the only contact that she had 
with the physical world, but now, she can feel everything as if it is 
brand new.

"The fire is so warm!" she coos, inching closer to it. "Everything has 
always been so cold, except with you, and now I get to feel how warm it 
is! I love being warm! I'll never miss being cold!" She reaches her 
hands out so that she can hold them over the fire, warming herself up, 
and Jacob can't help but be touched by the scene. He is just about to 
ask her if she is enjoying herself when she puts her hand right into the 
flames, yanking it back suddenly as she is burned.

He rushes over to make sure she is alright, but she just stares at her 
burnt hand in fascination, until it starts to fade away. Apparently, 
being an angel grants her some rapid healing. "Are you alright?" he 
asks, amazed by how quickly it has disappeared right before his eyes. 
Amy looks up at him and nods, beaming and clearly proud of herself for 
this.

Though he is getting used to how different she looks, he knows that 
there are still going to be a lot of things to get used to, as she 
settles in with a physical body. For now, he is just happy to have her 
back.

Chapter 3

It only takes Amy a moment to bounce back from her burn, and then, she 
remembers why it is that she even laid down on the rug to begin with, 
which was not, as Jacob might have thought, just to be able to feel the 
softness of it and the warmth of the fire. Now that she has him close to 
her, checking on her, she remembers that what she really wanted to do 
was sprawl out and invite him over to join her.

So she locks her fingers with her toes to spread her arms and legs out 
wide, locking her elbows and knees and asking, "Aren't you going to come 
play with your new toy?"

"Isn't lust a sin?" he asks in return, teasing her. "Should an angel be 
tempting a human with something like that?"

"Lust is not a sin! It's a natural part of love and an important aspect 
of eros, the love shared between lovers! The sin is acting upon lust 
when there isn't any love!" she explains, having suddenly become an 
expert on such matters overnight, a far cry from how naive she was when 
he first met her. Yet another change he will have to get used to, but 
not at all unwelcome.

He also can't say no to logic like that, and so he crawls on top of her, 
commenting, "Well, I will miss being able to reach through you whenever 
I want."

"Oh, that's not a problem! I can turn invisible or intangible whenever I 
want! See?" As she says it, she turns translucent, reaching into her 
chest to touch her own beating heart, before withdrawing it. "I want to 
try doing this solid, but I love having my squishies played with too 
much to give it up completely!"

He wonders, briefly, if she still uses her childish nickname because she 
still does not know everything there is to know about her own anatomy, 
or if she is keeping up old habits either way. No matter what, he does 
not care, especially not when he has her right in front of him like 
this. Jacob gives her a kiss before moving on to kissing each of her 
cheeks, rosy against her pale skin, then he kisses down her neck, a 
trail leading him directly to her mostly flat chest. It is a strange 
sensation, after being so used to how cold she was, feeling her warm, 
soft flesh, being able to taste it.

That is why he is able to spend plenty of time sucking at her hardened 
nipples, making her squirm from her excitement, as he flicks his tongue 
over such a sensitive area. He alternates between the two, so that he 
gives her equal attention, taking his time until he can sense her 
getting impatient with this pleasure. Then, he kisses down her stomach, 
taking a bit of time around her navel, before moving all the way down to 
her girlhood, where he is able to taste her for the first time, 
surprised yet not surprised at all that she tastes as sweet as honey. 
She is an angel, after all.

Amy cries out as he uses his tongue to pleasure her, finding each 
sensation to be so much more intense now. In the past, it was already so 
intense, and brought her so much warmth, but now, warm on her own, she 
feels hot all over, and he brings her closer and closer to the edge as 
he eats her out, only to stop short when he knows that she is just about 
to come for him, pulling back.

Jacob sits up so that he can press the tip of his cock against her, 
knowing that she should be ready for him after this. And so, he pushes 
into her all at once, filling her just like he ordinarily would, and Amy 
is sent into a powerful orgasm from her first real penetration, but her 
eyes go wide as she is also overcome by the pain of it, something that 
she has never felt before, mouth gaping open.

He looks down to realize that there is blood seeping around his cock and 
that, with a physical body, he is able to actually pop her cherry. "Are 
you alright?" he asks, hesitant to do anything more.

"Just give me the usual," she mumbles, her voice a bit strained. It is 
clear that she is as pained as she is pleasured by all of this, but she 
still wants to endure it until the end, wanting to experience it all. 
Once he starts thrusting into her, stretching her more and more, giving 
her more pain and more pleasure, he wonders if this has turned his 
little angel into a masochist.

If so, he will continue to give her just what she wants, like always, 
pain or pleasure or both.

So he lets Amy cling to him while he fucks her as hard and as fast as 
she wants, pushing deeper into her, even when it leaves her screaming 
out for him. Recalling the way she healed after getting burnt and the 
way she seems to be fascinated by any physical sensation, including the 
painful ones, makes him realize why she seems to want this so much, not 
worried about any of the potential consequences. It is different than 
fucking her ghostly form, but exciting in its own way, pushing them both 
closer and closer to the edge.

Jacob works her towards her second climax, while knowing that he is not 
going to last much longer himself. She wraps her arms and legs around 
him, holding him tight when he does finally make her come, and that 
sensation is more than enough to push him over the edge, so that he is 
left erupting inside of her, shooting his load straight past her cervix, 
flooding her womb with it. Both of them hold each other close as they 
lay in front of the fire, basking in the afterglow of their shared 
climax.

Chapter 4

For a while, the two of them are just able to relax on the rug, drinking 
in one another's presence as they let the tingling pleasure slowly fade. 
However, the sound of Jacob's stomach growling brings attention to the 
fact that there are other things to attend to, and he did not even eat 
before going to bed the night before, and slept rather late as well, due 
to his brief depression at the thought of losing Amy.

He pokes her where her stomach would be, and says, "I hope you're 
planning on helping me eat the Christmas feast you begged me to make, 
even though I kept telling you I never even managed to finish all the 
leftovers from Thanksgiving."

As he pulls her up and she comments, "I can't wait to eat! It will be my 
first meal in decades!" he looks down and wonders if he is imagining 
things, or if his cock really looks bigger. But he has no real time to 
investigate that, because now, Amy is really excited about getting ready 
for lunch, ready to get the chance to taste food again, and he can't say 
that he can blame her for her excitement as she bounds off, still naked 
and still with his seed dripping down her inner thigh.

Even with all of that, she is still the picture of childish innocence as 
she helps him set the table for their Christmas lunch. Once they sit 
down to eat, though, he can't help but notice the way that she struggles 
with the utensils while she tries to eat her meal, and he realizes that 
she may have forgotten a thing or two in the time that she has spent not 
doing those things. He watches her try for a few moments, waiting to see 
if she might get the hang of it again after trying, but she continues to 
struggle until he takes pity on her.

"Do you want me to feed you?" he asks, and she brightens at his words.

"That sounds fun!" she replies, before moving to sit in his lap. Even 
with all of the innocence in her face, she certainly does move so that 
she can take his cock right up her tight, angelic pussy when she sits on 
his lap, opening her mouth wide so that Jacob can feed her, only to 
wince suddenly in pain.

Looking down, Jacob sees that she is bleeding once again. "Did you heal 
from me popping your cherry?" he asks.

Amy is a little confused at his words, and he realizes that she is still 
innocent, even despite everything that they have done, everything that 
she has seen, and some of her newfound knowledge as an angel. He has to 
explain it to her, only for her to reply, once she gets it, "I like it 
when you pop my cherry, then! I hope I keep healing, so that you can pop 
it over and over again!"

Well, with that settled, he can actually get started with feeding her. 
She wants to try everything at the table, and then wants seconds of 
everything, even the things that her grimace makes it obvious that she 
does not really like the taste. Even the novelty of tasting something 
she doesn't like is appealing to her right now, so she really enjoys 
eating everything put in front of her. Jacob has some wine for himself 
that he decides to let her try, and she ends up draining most of the 
bottle, in addition to eating much more than he does, until she is 
finally satisfied.

By the time she reaches that point, she is enduring quite the 
stomachache, her first one in so long, and Jacob has to carry her bridal 
style, looking down at the way her tummy is swollen from all of it. In 
addition to that, she seems more than a bit tipsy from the wine he let 
her consume. He had not been sure if she was capable of getting 
intoxicated or not, but he supposes now he knows the answer to that 
question.

He takes her the living room, and sits her down, saying, "Aren't you a 
little glutton?"

"Actually, indulgence isn't even a sin, it's just indulgence to the 
point of waste or self-destruction that is," she replies, her words 
slurring a bit as she giggles, only mildly coherent as she rubs her 
stomach, making it clear that she is very much enjoying being stuffed 
like this. It is quite the adorable sight, Jacob knows that he can't 
deny that. So he decides to just leave it at that for now, and let his 
little angel enjoy her first day with a physical body, able to 
experience all of the things that she has been missing out on for so 
long.

Now, it is time to get to the highlight of the day: Amy gets to open up 
all of her Christmas presents from him. It had been depressing, coming 
downstairs and seeing the large assortment of gifts that he thought he 
no longer had anyone to give them to. Had he been given enough time on 
his own to be able to bring himself to unwrap them himself, he may have 
ended up donating them, just so that the money he spent did not go to 
waste, and so that he did not spend the rest of his life surrounded by 
her things, wallowing. Fortunately, that did not come to pass, and she 
gets to enjoy all of the presents he bought her on shopping trips that 
she got left behind for.

She has a lot of old-fashioned toys to open, and a lot of new outfits to 
try on. This time, she gets to wear them as they are, actually in color, 
but also has to put them on. Amy does her best to be seductive as she 
models her new outfits for him, but there is an air of innocence to it 
as well, something that he is sure only she can pull off so perfectly. 
She looks good in everything that he has gotten for her, but every time, 
she decides she prefers nudity, because clothing restricts her new 
wings.

Chapter 5

While they are opening presents and relaxing together, Jacob starts to 
notice Amy getting more and more fidgety, with a slight bulge forming 
that he knows must be her bladder. He thinks on it before commenting on 
it, asking, "Do you need to pee now that you have this body too?" It 
makes sense that she would have to expel whatever she takes in, 
naturally.

"It feels nice to let it build up slowly now that I can," she replies, 
before letting out a yawn. She goes to lay face down on the rug, letting 
her head rest on crossed arms. Jacob comes to join her, wanting to 
pamper his little angel, and he straddles her waist and begins massaging 
her, starting at her shoulders. He slowly moves down her back, and takes 
the time to caress her soft wings for a bit before going back to it, 
massaging her lower back, all the way down to her angelic ass.

Once he has massaged her thighs and legs, he has made his way to her 
feet, where he starts tickling her, causing her to giggle and try and 
kick his hands away, but to no avail, as he continues to tickle her. 
"Aw, are you ticklish?" he teases her, before getting an idea.

Gently, he plucks one of the feathers from her wings, so that he can use 
it to tickle her feet some more, and up and down her sides, and under 
her arms, until he has her writhing and squealing with her laughter. As 
she rolls around, her legs spread and he can see how glistening wet her 
girlhood is, and decides that it might be time for another round of 
rough fucking.

He gets on top of her quickly, pinned her beneath him and pushing into 
her from behind, filling her all at once, and causing her to bleed as he 
pops her cherry for the third time that day. With all of his weight on 
her, he is crushing her bladder beneath their combined weight, 
increasing her desperation exponentially. Jacob begins slamming into 
her, jackhammering as he aims for both her cervix as well as her 
bladder, doing everything he can to both fuck her deeper, and also make 
it so that she is no longer able to control her bursting bladder.

Amy can only cry out for him, a combination of her pain, pleasure, and 
desperation at first, but eventually, she is able to get some control 
over her voice so that she can protest, "No, no, stop! You're going to 
make me tinkle!"

Jacob replies, in a warning tone, "You'd better hold it in and not get 
it all over this nice rug, or I'm going to make your adorable little 
angel butt as red as Rudolf's nose!" He can feel the way she tightens up 
in response to his threat, smiling to himself as he confirms that all of 
that just serves to turn her on that much more. He does not let up at 
all, fucking her harder and faster, to see if he can get her to lose 
control like this.

Amy does her best to hold on, though, and impresses him with the way 
that she continues to meet his attempts to get her to wet herself with 
resistance. She moans and cries out, whimpering pathetically at times, 
when she must be close to losing it, but she does not actually lose it, 
and keeps herself right there on the verge of wetting herself, all 
without ever giving into the way that her bladder begs her for some sort 
of relief.

That just makes him want to pound even harder into her, just makes him 
want to push her closer to losing control before he is unable to help 
his own desire anymore. However, the harder he fucks her, the harder it 
is to keep from giving into all of that, and she has done so much to 
turn him on that he hardly has any chance of holding out for much 
longer. Her bladder proves to be stronger than his own willpower, 
because soon enough, he is coming hard inside of her, filling her with 
his seed, and pushing her into an orgasm that she is just barely able to 
hold her bladder throughout.

As soon as he pulls out, he just spreads her ass and shoves into this 
hole as well, making her cry out. She is not the only one with a full 
bladder, and he decides to make use of his little angel, filling her 
right up with his hot piss, making her moan from how strange yet welcome 
the sensation is. Now, however, she has to worry about making it to the 
bathroom before she loses control, while also trying to keep his pee in 
her ass.

Jacob carries the wriggling girl to the bathroom, where she makes it 
just in the nick of time. As soon as he sits her down on the toilet, she 
has already let go, pee gushing out of her full force. Her shoulders sag 
as she sighs in relief, knowing that she nearly did not make it. This 
desperation is entirely different from what she would feel whenever he 
emptied his bladder inside of her as a ghost, much more genuine, and 
much more intense, having built up over time. Much like everything else, 
she has seriously missed that feeling.

Once that is over and done with, the two of them get into the shower 
together, but this time, she actually has a body to feel the hot water 
cascading over her. She loves it so much more like this, and lets Jacob 
get her nice and clean while the two of them enjoy their shower, getting 
sleepier by the moment. Once they have shut the water off, he makes sure 
to towel her dry, wrapping her in the towel and scooping her in his arms 
so that he can carry her off to bed.

She is sound asleep before he has even laid her down, after a very busy 
day.