Liam continued to wait in the office in a mixture of humiliation and arousal. It was apparent why he felt humiliated. His new body and attire were nothing to envy. With his new appearance, Liam felt as if he should be on the verge of tears, yet, he wasn’t. His gyrating buttplug was providing stimulation that gave him pleasure. Pleasure that overtook his rationality and kept him from thinking clearly and taking any sort of rebellious action.
The office Liam was in was a large room that contained a desk and all sorts of materials Liam assumed Santa needed for his job. It looked like a regular work office except for one thing. Liam walked to the far end of the office where two locked doors were. One had a sign saying it led to Santa’s house while the other had a sign saying Keep Out.
“I wonder where Santa is?” Liam asked nervously but, just as before, it came out different. His words came out flirtatiously along with the addition of a small giggle. Clearly someone was excited. And it sounded as if it was Liam.
Suddenly, the office door opened as a large man entered from the toy factory. The man had a bushy white beard and round rosy cheeks. He was also donned in a red outfit that covered his huge body and large belly that jiggled with his every step. More or less, Santa had just arrived in his classic appearance, entering the room with a spring in his step. He then took note of the elf at the end of the room, already expecting Liam to be in his office.
“Ho, Ho, Ho! Now don’t you look sweet enough to eat?”
The words sounded kind but one look at Santa’s face was enough to tell Liam that the man’s words were not meant to convey a jovial message. Santa licking his lips didn’t help either.
The large man examined Liam carefully, closely observing every inch of the elf boy. He gave a few nods of approval as he scrutinized Liam’s appearance. Santa was pleased. And Santa looked as if he was more than ready to get started.
“I must say, I do love my elves,” Santa said in a jolly tone as he shut the door and turned back to face Liam. The large man appeared intimidating to him, even more so with his new diminutive stature, as he began to slowly walk closer. It was enough to strike fear in Liam and make him run. However, Liam stood in place as the bearded man approached.
“I-I-I need to run!” Liam thought, Santa shortening the distance between the two as he walked further. Without a second thought, Liam ignored his frozen legs, hoping he was able to sprint off, but Liam’s legs still wouldn’t move. They remained stationary as Santa finally made his way to Liam at the end of the room.
“I love my elves,” Santa repeated, looking down at Liam and making direct eye contact. “But I love my elf lovers the most of all!”
A small silence filled the room as the two stood still. Facing one another. The only sounds being Santa’s loud and deep breaths and Liam’s short and quick ones. “Did Santa just call me his elf lover?” Liam thought in shock as he tried to comprehend Santa’s statement. Liam was unsure of what he could do as he fully recognized his new role. He knew he was Santa’s new play thing. But besides pleasing the man, it appeared that he was also meant to act as a lover. It was obvious that his body had accustomed to suit his new position, his hips shaking in delight at Santa’s words and insinuation, but his mind still protested in retaliation.
“I-I-I’m n-n-not yo-your l-l-lover,” Liam stuttered, trying to argue against the powerful man. To his surprise, his words came out adorable as he spoke them in a silly and flustered tone.
“Maybe not yet, but I think we should change that rather quickly. Don’t you agree?”
Liam nodded his head erratically. His body happy to begin serving his boss. The handsome, large, and charming man in front of him. Despite any protests his mind had against it.
Santa looked at Liam pensively before giving the elf his first order. “Then why don’t you…”