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Getting all of the presents delivered to all of the houses each and every year is a difficult job. In fact, it is so difficult that many times Santa and his helpers are put in dangerous situations. Unfortunately, these situations don't always go well. It’s true that elves can live for hundreds of years without issue, but many of them meet a premature end every Christmas season in their quest to spread happiness. Just last year alone, Santa lost 472 elves to various workplace-related incidents. With a workforce that declines that rapidly, what does Santa do?
Malcolm got to find out exactly what they do to replace those elves. It had been a year like any other for him right up until the holiday season. Malcolm had run into a string of bad luck as the holidays approached. First, his longtime girlfriend dumped him. Next, both of his parents died in a tragic car accident. After that, several of his friends moved away, leaving Malcolm alone and friendless. To say Malcolm was depressed would have been an understatement. He took his anger out on the season itself, cursing Christmas and all that it stood for.
As we all know, Santa sees you when you’re sleeping and knows when you’re awake. This denunciation of Christmas did not go unnoticed. Santa was always looking for people to help him, and people who had given up on Christmas were the perfect candidates. Not only could he change their mind about Christmas, but he could also put them to work helping keep it alive. Santa sent out a team of elves to capture Malcolm and set him up in his new position.
The elves set out right away. It was nighttime when they arrived at Malcolm’s house which was perfect. They snuck inside and surprised him when they shoved him into a large red velvet sack and tied him up to one of the reindeer. He was carried all the way back to the north pole, kicking and screaming the whole way. When they opened the sack, Malcolm ran out ready for a fight, only to be dusted in “Christmas Cheer,” which was a light powder that sparkled briefly before being absorbed into Malcolm’s skin.
At once, it felt like all of the anger and sadness left his body. He looked around at all of the elves that had circled around him and began to smile. It was kind of nice to be surrounded by so many friendly faces. He wanted to hug them almost like they were his children. But surely that couldn't be the case. Could it? Malcolm was much bigger than the elves, and besides, he had never even been to the North Pole. Despite this, Malcolm couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow meant to be their parent, or more specifically, their… mother?
Malcolm couldn’t be a mother though. Malcolm shook his head in confusion as the effects of the “Christmas Cheer” gripped him. The magic shaped and molded him. It expanded his chest, giving him a healthy pair of tits that felt full and ready to be played with. Malcolm’s ass exploded outward, completely changing his previously skinny frame into that of an hourglass hottie. Malcolm's loins imploded on themselves, leaving behind a warm, wet crease that was hungry for action. Malcolm got the overwhelming urge to be bred. She needed to make more babies for Santa, and she wouldn't take no for an answer.