As Christmas comes rushing around the corner and the streets are filled with cheer, Santa’s little helpers are working overtime to make sure that their toy quota is fulfilled. This year, with the list getting shorter due to millennials choosing not to have kids, Santa and some of his elves have decided that this year will be well spent elsewhere. The North Pole was still bustling as the forever-cheer lit up the small villages, but Twinkle had heard about Santa taking a trip away from the cold winter wonderland and that he was taking four lucky elves with him. Twinkle was one of the ones selected.
”Have a good one, honey. I’ll miss you.” Mrs. Claus waved goodbye to the jolly red man and he took off in his sleigh. Sitting in the back were the four elves selected to be apart of the days away. Santa made all the usual stops, delivering toys to the children and then hopping back into the sleigh to keep the momentum going. Twinkle was dropped off first.
An apartment complex with a slightly dilapidated exterior was no match for the magic of the North Pole and Santa delivered the presents with ease. Twinkle popped off the sleigh and scurried down a fire escape as Santa departed to his next destination. Now, you should know that elves are incredibly small, standing at two feet with rosy cheeks and tiny hands. It makes it easy to get inside those bigger toys and tinker until they’re perfect. Twinkle was in charge of lights, specifically those on light up doll houses and remote control cars.
As he climbed down the ladder, underestimating some of the jumps, he landed on the balcony of an apartment having a party. Inside people were dancing, enjoying the festivities that young people brought to Christmas parties and drinking spiked eggnog. In one of the bedrooms, Twinkle saw a man laying on a sofa bed with a pillow over his head.
“I hate this time of year.” He said with his eyes shut. Twinkle shook his head and slipped in through the window, bouncing around the bed and the small bell on his cap jingling with every jump. He finally climbed up onto the futon and pulled away the covers, revealing the man to be in a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. The man on the bed swung the pillow to hit whatever was there, but Twinkle was small enough to avoid it and feel the whoosh of air as the pillow grazed his cap. The man turned, but Twinkle was already crawling into the man’s shorts and forcing his way into his ass.
”Get the fuck off me.“ The man reached back and tried to grab at him and he managed to grab his leg. Twinkle struggled and then slipped out of his grip. The man tugged, pulling Twinkle’s curled red leather boot and slingshotting the elf even farther into his hole with a yelp.
”Oh my god.” The man said as the last of the elf squeezed in between his cheeks and he writhed on the futon. Twinkle was getting comfortable inside of him, his essence turning to glitter and combining with the hunky man’s form. Twinkle rubbed his new eyes and blinked a couple of times, sitting up with a blank smile. A lot of the other elves have been inside of humans, they do this regularly as part of the C.I.T (Checking It Twice) Campaign to ensure that children were being as nice or naughty as expected, but since Twinkle worked in the shops he didn’t get that opportunity.
The first thing he did was look at his size. His new body was massive and he wiggled his fingers before moving his hands to his chest, squeezing his pecs under his shirt. He lifted up his shirt and slipped his hands underneath for some skin on skin contact, groping himself until he he suddenly felt stirring in his shorts.
”Hello there.” Twinkle was feeling the rush of having a human body for the first time and couldn’t help himself from diving his hands right into his shorts to begin stroking his hard cock. The Christmas music and laughter filled the space outside of this room and was loud enough to cover the moans coming from Twinkle’s host as he blew his load onto his exposed stomach.
”Wow, that felt amazing!” Twinkle gasped as he swirled a finger in a glob of cum on his abs.
Jumping to his feet, he stretched, able to touch the ceiling with his finger tips, something he had never been able to do before. He sauntered over to the closet, still getting used to moving around as someone this big and slid the doors open. Mangled in the corner was an old Christmas sweater, forgotten and left to rot.
”Not this year.” Twinkle reached down and picked up the sweater. Giving it a flick, he admired the simple stitching and then slipped it over his head. Once dressed, he looked in a mirror hanging from the bedroom door and smiled. After a bit if flexing and self admiration, Twinkle joined the festivities, celebrating the holiday like never before.
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