The hot chocolate helpers are a belt small group of elves that supply hot chocolate with all the toppings to almost everyone in the North Pole. Cocoa, having been in charge longer than anyone else, was on the top of the list for vacationing, but he wasn’t looking to just take a break. As cheerful as everyone is about hot chocolate, it’s a severely undermined holiday task. Cocoa boarded the sleigh just like the others, but he spent a little longer putting something in the back.
Santa stopped at a frat house, leaving the sleigh to go the houses around since it would be easier to jump from building to building than to just go to each house. Cocoa hopped off the sleigh and quickly waddled to the back where two of his other coworkers were stowed away. They looked almost frozen, having held onto the sleigh while they waited for Cocoa to get them and now was there time.
The three of them jumped down the chimney to the frat house and landed on a couple of discarded red solo cups that reeked of booze. A holiday party that had come to an end, but the three of them noticed some passed out hunks.
”This is it.” Cocoa said to Mellow and Sprinkle. Cocoa stood next to a man passed out on the sofa with his hand curled underneath him. He pushed his hand into the passed out hunks ear and started to crawl inside. The hole molded to his form, growing as he pushed himself up of the ground and pulled himself inside. The other two positioned themselves near their frat bros and started crawling inside, pushing and pulling until the three of them were no longer visible and the three men convulsed in the living room.
”I’m in.” Cocoa said, sitting up abs holding his head. They could all feel the alcohol in their system.
”Me too.” Mellow was already running his hands along his new body while Sprinkle sat up with a boner in his shorts. In fact, all three of them had hard bulges and were already exploring the feeling of each other.
It didn’t take long for them to get used to their bodies, the three of them massaging each other as the they got used to their new anatomy.
They spent Christmas adjusting to their new forms, figuring out where they slept, and guessing how they were supposed to be as frat house members. It didn’t take long for them to understand the hierarchy of the house and they quickly climbed the latter of power and by the time they knew it they were in the middle of barbecuing for even more parties.
“We never would have felt the sun like this up north, bro.” Cocoa said, his new name being Matt.
”Yeah, I like these guys too. They’ve been fun.” Sprinkle flexed his guns and then took a sip of his beer. He was inside of Baxter.
Mellow was inside of Hunter and he chuffed the rest of his beer as they spoke, “No regrets.” He said, tossing his beer aside and going in to hug his bros who all felt their hard cocks rub each other.
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