Christmas Bonus
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Christmas Bonus
Working as one of Santa's elves wasn't exactly the best job imaginable. Too many press tours and photo ops, a huge workload, having to have excellent customer service, and other basic skills.
And I'm not talking about being an elf in some run-down Christmas village in a cheap mall. No, I'm talking about working with the one and only Santa at the damn North Pole (where even your balls turned blue from the cold). The salary wasn't the best, but the benefits were good, and most importantly – or rather, the better – came in January, when the holiday season was finally coming to an end.
— I think I'm feeling lucky today, Figgy – Tinsel said with a mocking smile, stretching and snapping his fingers. — Good for you, buddy, but I think it'll be pretty tough to break my record this year – I winked, clicking my tongue. — Ha – You couldn't have outdone me! I was literally assembling Nerf gear for like ten days straight. I made almost 200! — Oh, well – I said, making a pitiful face that quickly transformed into a mocking smile – Unfortunately for you, I built and painted almost 5,000 Hot Wheels cars.
His jaw nearly dropped, and his eyes widened in panic at the number.
— But… But that's impossible! How?!
I didn't even know how I'd managed it. I'd had to sacrifice outings, breaks, family time, literally everything. Just to get the "big Christmas bonus". I was about to explain what had happened when the stage in the center of the workshop lit up, and the sound of jingling bells began to play.
— May the best one win – I winked at the bewildered elf.
The Big Christmas Bonus was a… benefit? All the elves could receive it, with one simple condition: only six could earn it, and it was only for the best workers, those with the most letters processed, the most toys made, or with a perfect attendance record. And this year, nothing could take it away from me. From the podium emerged a man with slightly tanned skin, wearing only a white sleeveless shirt, with a beard, curly black hair, and headphones. And that was none other than the one and only Santa Claus.
The entire workshop erupted in applause and cheers as everyone watched the man, who occasionally flexed his muscles almost absentmindedly, with a friendly smile, greeting everyone around him, and without a noticeable belly. If at this point you're still wondering what's going on, and why this "Santa Claus" doesn't look anything like Santa Claus, let me explain. The man with the white beard is, of course, an idol who worked tirelessly for hundreds and hundreds of years to bring gifts to children all over the world. But do you really think a man of almost 80 years old would be running around with aching joints and a bruised back? No matter how magical he is, that’s impossible. For the first few years, that was the case (and that's where his classic image comes from), but besides being magical, he's also an inventor. So he created a device that allowed for body swapping. It was very simple: the consciousness of both people was exchanged between their bodies, and voilà, Santa had a new body every year so as not to delay the delivery of toys on that magical night.
Does this have anything to do with the Grand Christmas Bonus? Of course it does! The six elves who win it get almost an all-expenses-paid vacation in the body of some strapping human, without a care in the world, for the entire year, using the same technology Santa used for his new bodies. It was something everyone longed for: to win the jackpot (in more ways than one). Since Pepper, one of the most recent winners, had chosen the body of a super-flexible Asian guy, literally all of his "vacation" photos were of him trying out all sorts of positions and acrobatics in tiny red satin outfits. What more could you want?!
He spent the whole year enjoying his body with thick legs, perfect pecs, and a height that made him undeniably attractive. I'm sure he spent his time going on dates with guys here and there while the rest of us were breaking our backs at work.
And what about the winning elf bodies? At first, the humans' consciousness remained within them, a couple of screams, crying, panicked shrieks (and well, who can blame them? Going from having an attractive face to pointed ears, a flushed nose and cheeks and a somewhat… disturbing smile), then they were put into an ice sleep so that they did not cause damage in the facilities, at the end of the year, the change was reversed, memories were erased and they returned to their human life without any trace or suspicion of what had happened.
As the elf who had inhabited his body returned from a sabbatical, laden with photos and postcards sent straight to the North Pole, showing off their borrowed bodies. I wanted that!
— Well, we know you're mainly here to hear the award results. Let me tell you, it's been quite a close race this year. You've all worked incredibly hard, and I think it's only fair to reward you for it.
The man clicked his fingers in the air. A guy in a green jacket almost seemed to scurry toward him with a sealed envelope. That was Bells, Santa's right-hand man (and being that, he had access to the device without any problem; it always placed itself in bodies with innocent faces and sculpted physiques that contrasted sharply with each other).
He handed him the envelope, and Santa gestured for him to leave.
— This year's results are… – He paused, his smile still warm, though somewhat arrogant. Ever since I'd invented the device, there'd always been a touch of arrogance in him – Merry, Snip, Flick, Dottie, Vixen, and… – the pause seemed to last for ages. This was my last chance, my only one – And Figgy! Congratulations to the winners!
My heart was pounding. Applauses filled the room as some elves around me began to celebrate my achievement. I still couldn't believe it. I was completely absorbed, just grinning from ear to ear. It wasn't long before some polar bears escorted us to another room to begin the process. We were separated into different rooms, each one warm and cozy, with a Christmas tree, red velvet armchairs, cookies, and hot chocolate on a wooden table in the center.
I sat down carefully, leaning back with a satisfied smile. Finally, I could rest, a whole year to myself. The human world was so much more interesting than the four walls of the workshop. It was a nice job, making toys and all, but… there weren't many parties, or any great physiques, just work, work, work. So it was time for a well-deserved vacation. I reached for the mug and took a gentle sip. The creamy, sweet texture hit my taste buds, and I took another. Everything was calm until I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, like a cramp. I ignored it for a moment, until the pain was so intense that the drink slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor.
— What… What the hell is this? – I said, wincing in pain. I wanted to get up and run outside, but it was like my legs had turned to Play-Doh. I couldn't even reach the door before collapsing to the floor.
I opened my eyes, startled, gasping for air, looking around. There was no trace of the room I'd been in moments before; it seemed to have vanished. Now I was in a room with a reddish light… an LED light? And was I on a bed? The sheets were a mess, all rumpled and… Oh, crap. I could see the outline of my leg, huge and thick. I wasn't like this! I'd always been a scrawny elf, which is why I was relegated to working in the toy shop; only the strongest went out into the field. But now I had these enormous thighs. I carefully lifted that part of my body to see my new foot too. It was huge! Like a size 9 or 10. I wiggled my feet up and down with a laugh. This was fantastic! I'd probably grown a lot too. My gaze shifted to the front to find a mirror, where I saw the reflection of a guy with slightly slanted eyes, straight black hair, and a pair of enormous pecs.
— Holy crap! – A loud laugh escaped my lips as I cupped those thick pecs in my hands, caressing them and letting out a long gasp in the process. It was a mixture of the pleasure of the touch, the euphoria of the moment, and a slight discomfort from the burning muscles: it must have been from weightlifting or the gym. It felt so… good.
I touched my head when I noticed something odd: a reindeer headband, very Christmassy. I looked down to find a carefully folded note with a North Pole sticker. I opened it to read the contents.
Congratulations on winning the contest, my dear Figgy. I hope you have a great vacation. The passwords, information, and everything else you need are on the back of this letter. Your other teammates have been placed in bodies in the same city, in case you ever feel out of place. See you next year! – Sincerely, Mrs. Claus.
This was fantastic! I'd always wanted this, but I never thought it was possible: to have these muscles, to be a big, muscular human! A little… stinky, because these armpits really did stink, but damn, that was the least of my concerns. I could be as stinky as I wanted as long as I had this body! The curves, the attributes, everything was fucking perfect and big, booyah!
Even the skin, smooth and defined at the same time, without a single imperfection. Not even those ridiculous pink spots! Just this face card, with that look brimming with attractiveness. The best Christmas bonus ever!
I still didn't understand some things, like how this phone worked, but I think I could get used to it. My gaze was still glued to those fleshy thighs, the pecs, those tattooed arms, the pierced ears. I never thought I'd do something like this! But I'm not complaining; I think they look good. I like them, they make me look tough and sexy at the same time, and what about the enormous piece of wood I have underneath me? It's not even hard, and I haven't even seen it as such, but I can feel it, huge and heavy, and I'm sure part of the stinky smell in the air is thanks to it.
I can't wait to explore this huge, stinky body! YES!
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— Why are you taking so long? – Santa Claus muttered, a little annoyed, lying back on the bed looking at his pecs for the umpteenth time, rubbing the outline of his areolas, impatient. — I'm coming, why are you so anxious? – someone answered him from the other room, the voice of a man who seemed to be getting ready in the bathroom. — Because I'm excited to see the “gift” you've been promising me for the last few days. You've already seen what body I'm in, why can't I see yours? — Because I've been baking cookies all day, you wanted that too. Didn't you? — To hell with the cookies! Bring me that new fat cake of yours.
Finally, soft but heavy footsteps echoed across the wooden floorboards. A man in his mid-twenties entered through the gate, wearing a Santa hat and tight red boxer shorts. Santa nearly drooled with excitement.
— See something you like, big guy? — Damn, of course I do – he licked his lips. The younger man walked barefoot toward the bed and was enveloped in the arms of the man who began kissing him intensely – I love the bodies you choose every year, darling. — And I'm glad you like them too – Mrs. Claus, now in the body of a college student, stroked his cheek with a warm smile – Although I think I've been very naughty this year and… You should punish me, don't you think?
They gazed into each other's eyes, filled with pure lust, before kissing intensely and carelessly, their lips and tongues clashing, saliva and gasps escaping in short bursts. The best marriage ever.
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