With your dainty feet all tangled in the ill-fitting and adult-sized jeans trying to stand only sent you tumbling to the floor again instead. Your landing cushioned by the crinkling of your older brother’s Christmas present and ample and soft rear. A sudden surge of swelling tears caused your vision to swim and blur. When blinking them away didn’t work, you began to quietly sob. Every emotion fought for attention at once. Mostly bad ones. Like guilt for ruining big brother’s gift. And shame for being naked in public. You think the flush of heat was shame, at least.
“Little girls shouldn’t cry during the Christmas season.” A high and soft voice, that felt motherly despite coming from a child, compelled your attention. Still a handful of years away from entering her teens, the lithe and tiny naked girl struck an odd contrast with the false beard hanging from her neck like an apron. Her hair was bundled up inside a fur-lined winter hat except for a white lock or two framing her adorable and rosy cheeked features. Were her ears pointy? “Unnn,” her eyes darted and the strange kid sounded more her age, “you think I’m weird. But I know you’re nice so – so I wanna do everything I can help!” She said stomping her feet and summoning her courage.
“Jen...,” you hid and muffled the cries by burrowing your face in your bosom. Despite the sadness threatening to overwhelm, not holding back made dealing with the tide of panic less difficult. She was easy to talk to, which also helped lots. “My sister. I don’t know where she has gone. I tol-I told mom and dad…”
“To look after her, like a good older sibling?” Suppressing a sniffle and hiccup, you nodded and did your best to wipe away the trail of tears running down your tanned face. “Here, let me help you up first. Hurting anywhere?”
You caressed your tushie to soothe the pulsing ache. Not too bad. “Uh-uh. My body is super soft. Like a big plushie!” Giggling, before it was interrupted by another hiccup, you hugged her tight. Or tried to. As the teeny Santa elf was swallowed up by the cleavage of your massive and naked breasts. “Hehe~ Thank you rubs! Rub, Rub, rub!” Pressed on either side by either her or your stubby arms you let your friend play with them to her heart's content.
After finding her way out of your embrace the little girl seemed feverish with drool leaking from the edge of her mouth. Seeing her cute face distorted caused another flush of shame to pool in your crotch as it began itching. “Oh, um, its not Christmas yet but I think I have enough magic for an early gift. Unn, please tell me all of this is strange right?”
You nodded. Absolutely, and distantly you knew it shouldn’t but the weirdness paled in comparison at the prospect of an early present. Your far-away eyes glittered as you tried to decide between a doll or pony.
“Unn, none of those things!” The Santa Elf had look of frustration, though mostly with herself and her holiday-themed abilities. “S-something to help us look... I... fine, I guess a pony could that!” This time she dodged the enthusiastic embrace.