As you glide your white latex covered hands across your body, feeling every curve from your muscular physique.
Santa smiles, watching you admire yourself, "You will serve me well. You see, you are one of the naughty ones, and I need you to help me give the other naughty folks out there what they got coming to them."
You turn to Santa, "What's the catch?"
Santa points to your groin, you feel the suit press tighter against your balls and cock as they grow, nearly a foot long and what seem like two baseballs jutting through the glossy red latex. "That suit is all you will wear. You can control if it is rubber or lycra, it doesn't matter to me. I will send you some naughty folks that I need you to punish. You will be well compensated for your efforts."
As you stroke your throbbing cock though the latex, "Punish? What do you...."
Your mind starts to fill with new thoughts, and soon it is clear what your are to do.
Santa gives a hearty "Ho, Ho, Ho, that my boy is how you are to live from now on."
You smile, your mind filled with perversions and thoughts, free from any social or moral inhibitions. "Thank you Santa, for a naughty gift, I am thankful."
"Damn straight," gloats a proud Santa. "I knew you were the one when I gave you that box. Your friends and other people will know you as you are now. Your old life never was. You serve me now, and for as long as I want. I didn't get to be this old without others like you. When I visit next year, I will feed from the life essence that you will drain from others. This year, I will feed from you. Afterwards, you can recharge yourself, just like a battery."
You smile, as you know what is coming next. Santa pushes you back onto the bed, rubbing your cock and balls, as they seem to push out from the suit, encased in their rubber skin. Santa doesn't waste any time and begins to deep throat your cock, suckling like a hungry baby. You only last a few moments and erupt in orgasm, each spasm shooting globs of seed deep into the fat man. Your mind wanders, lost in orgasm and the hungry man milking your cock, as you feel your balls throb in sync with Santa's suckling. You lose track of time, as you enjoy how your new body feels. You snap back to reality as Santa slaps your knee, and is now standing at your feet.
Santa bellows, "I have my rounds to make. Think about names and addresses. You will find the way. You also know what to do when you find them."
Sitting up, you nod as you feel your cock seal up against your body again. You are going to enjoy your new life as a naughty elf.