Liam's outfit however was slightly different from the other elf boys though. As revealing as theirs all were, his was worse. The red and green tights were instead a pair of thigh high stalkings. And the curly towed shops with bells on the end grew heals.
Next, magical glitter surounded his tingling penis shrinking it more and more untill it was smaller than his dainty little thumb and felt so sensitive to the chill air.
A fat and deep buttplug spiralling with the colors of a candy cane in a rippling texture, materialized next behind him with a twinkle of sparkles and the chime of bells. Liam yelped as it corkscrewed it's way deep into his ass, resting with pressure on his prostate. The spiral plug then began to slowly rotate inside him making the poor boy's hips involuntary gently thrust in horny need.
His tiny penis was then bound tight in a soft, red, velvet ribbon, and tucked snuggly between his legs before being bound firmly to the bace of the plug. As the plug rotated against Liam's prostate, his trapped little penis tried to get erect, which tugged on the base of the plug. This in turn tipped the plug closer to the prostate, which just made Liam more horny in a vicious feedback loop.
All the elf boys were watching him now. All clearly excited by what they saw. Their own erections were visible through their tight spandex rights.
A frilly pair of red panties appeared on Liam's crotch, so small and tight that they could barely cover Liam's tiny trapped penis. Liam wanted to cry out in humiliation and sexual frustration, but the same enchantment that made him and everyone else beam with joy turned his screams into tittering giggles and lustful moans. He tried to cover up with his hands, but instead he began turning about and running his hands along his own body, giving all the new elf boys a good show of his magically androgynous features and bubble butt.
An elf hat was next with a mistake tow decoration in the side which seemed to begge anyone to kiss him. Lastly it was followed by a short, green dress with a trim of red. It didn't cover Liam's shoulder's, and flared out at the base, so short that the bottom of his bubble butt cheeks could be seen from behind. A built in corset squeezes Liam's waste into an hour glass figure.
Liam was the only elf to be dressed like this. And he could tell that every elf in the room wanted him.
"Oh, you lucky little elf," another androgynous cute elf boy said, entering the room. Liam would have guessed from his confidence that this elf was a senior leader of the elves, but he couldn't be. He was no older than any of the boys that had just arrived. Younger than some in fact. Unless, the magic of their transformation had turned them all immortal.
"Why am I different?" Liam asked giggling like a bimbo and unable to keep his horny hips steady. He wasn't used to walking in heals either.
"You my dear are the winner. Naughtyest boy of the year. So you get to be Santa's personal play thing. He does so love bringing joy to all the children's faces, but what he loves far more is punishing bad boys like you. You're job is to serve his every desire and need all year round. After that, well, it depends on your performance and Santa's mood. Sometimes he keeps the same elf for years. Sometimes he adds them to his harem. Sometimes he gives them as leftovers to all the other elf boys. Often they get turned into toys and given away. Or they're given as slaves to perverts out in the world who've been good all year with their pent up sexual desire. Men who have a desire to molest or abuse, but who have been good enough to refrain from giving in to their ugly nature."
"But I've never been with a guy," Liam meant to protest, but it came out as more of a shy but eager curiosity.
"Don't worry. You'll have lots of practice pleasuring Santa's cock. And when you do less than perfect, Santa will take lots of pleasure in punishing you. Now come. Only 365 days left."
Despite walking in heals, Liam wasn't any taller than the other small elf boys. Was he made extra small? On his way, he saw hundreds of elf boys working dillegantly with sparkles and magical contraptions Liam could not fathom. But where ever anyone was not on duty, the elf boys were eagerly making out or even making love right there in the open.
Santa had his own office and house connected to the large magical toy making factory. Liam was led in and left waiting in his skimpy girly outfit and his buttplug still slowly twisting inside his butt, making his toes curl and his face turn red.
He wondered what Santa would be like. There hadn't been much change to see him before Liam was stuffed into the sack. He'd seen countless depictions of the jolly man in media. From the classic fat old man, to the stern Russian warrior build, to younger Santas or even fat disgusting slob Santas.