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Hard-Working Elves! (Tiffania & Shera TG)
🕑 Added 2022-12-26 03:17:34 +0000 UTCThis was proofed by Vinteach who desrves a big thanks for getting it up there.
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“So, are you ready to forget everything that we know when it comes to dignity?” Sean asked, looking at his best friend Mike.
“No, but I don’t want to get in trouble, so we’re doing it anyway,” Mike replied.
Before the Christmas season had rolled around, the two of them had discussed getting jobs to be able to make a little extra cash on the side. They had thrown out applications to various stores in the hopes of getting something nice. Sadly, most of the jobs the two friends had applied for had turned out to be duds.
The last job they had sent out a resume for, and the one that they were heading towards now was one that required them to dress up as elves for the mall Santa. It had just been something they had thrown out so they could say they did. The duo hadn’t thought that they would actually get the job, let alone that they would be working together, but they couldn’t deny that was one of the few perks.
When they first got the call, they had thought it over for a few days and planned to turn it down, but when their parents heard about them getting a job, they were ecstatic. It made telling them that they were going to reject the positions even more awkward. Right after they had done so, the sudden good mood of their folks had vanished in an instant, being told that they needed to take the job, because of the valuable work experience it could bring.
They made it to the manager’s office and saw her standing there, looking over some papers. They signed in and, once they did, waited for her to finish checking the paperwork. When she did, the woman turned to them with a welcoming smile, her name tag bouncing slightly and allowing them to see that her name was Audrey.
“Right on time, boys. Your costumes are in the back. Once you've changed, we can get right to work,” Audrey said.
Sean and Mike entered the backroom, hoping that their costumes wouldn’t look too embarrassing. Upon entering, they spotted two costumes hanging on a coat rack, with their names taped to them. Each costume consisted of a long green and red shirt, a pointed red Santa hat with elf ears attached as well as a pair of black belts with large golden buckles. The pants were a bright red. Long, pointed brown elf shoes adorned with bells were included too.
“Well, these are bad, but not as bad as I thought,” Mike admitted. He grabbed one of the costumes and rolled the fabric of the top in his head. It was softer than he thought it would be. He felt the pants and was pleased to feel that they were soft cotton. “At least we don’t have to worry about the clothes trying to strangle us.”
“Yeah, now we only have to worry about our sanity and hope that it doesn’t ride up everywhere when we put them on,” Sean snarked.
“Only one way to find out.”
Mike and Sean stripped out of their clothes and slowly put on the costumes. The pants clung to their legs a little tighter than either of them would have liked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The shirt went just a little over their waists and covered some of their thighs from view. They put the belts around their wrists, making sure that they were tight enough to prevent them from falling down.
When they were finished changing, they observed each other and grimaced. Any joy that they might have taken in seeing the other dressed in such a costume was quickly soured by the fact that they were wearing it.
“So how do you feel?” Mike questioned.
“I feel like an idiot,” Sean admitted. He pulled on the shirt of his attire, getting a feel for the fabric. It wasn’t as itchy as he thought it would be. It was almost comfortable, even!
“Good - that makes two of us. Think we could just stay in here for the rest of the day?”
“And run the risk of getting chewed out by my folks? No thank you,” Sean rebuffed. He wanted to hide in here for as long as he could, but that meant trading one horrible situation for another. “...It’s going to be a long Christmas season, isn’t it?”
“Yup, just think of the money and the approval that we will get from our folks. Might be the only way to get through this somehow.”
The two of them stepped out and saw Audrey place a phone on a receiver. She smiled at them again and said: “Ahh, there you two are. I wondered if I would have to go in there and pull you out. Glad to see that the costumes fit you guys alright.”
Both Mike and Sean held their tongues. They had hoped that they would only have to wear these attires for a short period of time, but this one session alone felt far longer than either of them would have liked.
“Alright then, now that you two are properly dressed, let’s put you to work. Please, follow me - we’ve got a lot of work to get done due to the season,” their manager said. “Santa’s workshop needs to get ready and it's a good thing that there are two elves here to help! Follow me please.”
Mike and Sean forced a weak smile at her remark - getting on their manager’s bad side wasn’t worth risking. Inwardly, the two of them hoped that they wouldn’t be around her too much, just so they would be able to do their own thing and talk.
Audrey stepped out of the office, with Mike and Sean following right behind her. They ignored the looks they got from people as they passed. All of the conversations around them felt like fuel to a fire as they all mixed together, preventing them from hearing what people were saying exactly.
While walking, Mike and Sean kept their faces low, looking down at the ground. They pulled their hats down, hoping they could hide their faces a little better. They occasionally snuck looks at the crowd, afraid of who they might find if they looked around a little more. None of the faces in the crowd seemed familiar, but there were so many people around that it made their nerves twist. They hoped that nobody they knew would stop by - the two could already imagine the pictures that they would take and all of the teasing material.
They couldn’t have arrived at the setup area fast enough. There were boxes in the center of the seating area, and rope bars to keep people out. Most of the boxes already had their lids off, while others were still shut.
“Alright then, for now, all you two need to worry about is getting this place put together and making sure that it looks like Santa’s workshop at the end. We fixed some tape around so you’ll know where to put certain stuff. The X’s are where you will place the trees, the square is where you will put the house, and the circles indicate the locations of the candy canes. I still have some stuff to clean up, but I’m sure the two of you can set it up. Make sure to have it done by 4:30. We will officially open at 5 tonight.”
Sean and Mike watched their manager leave, then turned back to all of the props. Sean went over to the nearest one and opened it, seeing a fake tree inside.
Mike went over to the largest, already opened box and moved the lid. Inside were four large 'walls' for a wooden building, no doubt supposed to be Santa’s workshop. He grabbed one of the pieces and tried to pull them out of the box so he could get a feel for the weight. To his surprise, it was rather light, feeling more like a light desk than a heavy wall.
“Well, at least we only have to decorate for now. How bad can it be?” Sean said.
“Did you just-?” Mike said, staring at his friend as if he had just broken a religious artifact. “God dang it, why did you go and have to taunt Murphy like that?”
“Dude, you know that's crap - as if anything bad is going to happen...”
“Just shut it and let’s get to work before whatever bad thing you tempted to happen does,” Sean said. He went over to the nearest box and began to look through the contents. Inside was plenty of false snow to give off the impression that they were in the far north.
“Think we should do this now?” Mike asked.
“Nah, save it for when we get everything else set up. That way, we don't have to watch where we step and all,” Sean answered.
“Alright, let’s get the candy cane stuff done, and then we can go from there. Maybe do the trees afterward, or something.”
“Sounds like a plan,” his friend agreed.
As they went to the boxes with the candy canes, neither of them noticed that the fake plastic ears they wore were melding with their skin. The slight line that showed where the fake ears began and their real ones ended got smaller until it was gone completely. Furthermore, the plastic shine had disappeared as they gained a more realistic appearance. If either of them would have bothered to examine their new ears, they would have realized them to be real.
The duo brushed their strands of hair to the side, neither of them paying their longer ears any thought. One by one, they placed the large candy canes down, making sure they were putting them in the right spot.
“Okay then, I guess the next thing we’ll do is set up the Christmas trees?” Sean suggested.
“Yeah, might as well get another part of the big stuff done,” Mike said.
They grabbed one of the large Christmas trees, but, as they moved them around, their limbs thinned, the power in them diminishing. The same could be said about their legs as well: They got smaller, looking more like twigs on their bodies. The two of them were forced to quickly adjust their stances and how they held the tree, desperately trying to make sure that it wouldn’t drop. With a mighty heave, they lifted it off the ground.
The two men shimmied over to the closest spot, hoping that they would be able to get it set up before encountering an issue. Upon reaching it, they quickly tried to erect the tree, with Mike almost losing his grip on it. Thankfully though, they were able to position it upright and balanced before it could topple over.
“Jesus, why did that get so much heavier all of a sudden?” Sean muttered as he waved his hands around.
“I don’t know man, let’s hope that the rest of them aren’t as troublesome,” Mike said.
The two went over to another one of the trees, took a deep breath, and readied themselves again. This time, they made sure that their grip was tight from the get-go, then lifted it out of the box. The strain from moving it was greater than they would have thought it to be, but unlike before, it didn’t feel like it would escape from their grasp.
As they walked over to the next spot, their hands changed again and slowly became more feminine: Their nails grew longer, gaining a more refined point. A new bright sheen of nail polish came over them as their palms got smaller. For just a moment their fingers looked like large sausages before they trimmed and became more womanly digits, their palms following right after. In seconds they had small, cute feminine hands that would have been perfect for any young woman to have.
The rest of their arms continued to change and get thinner too, gaining the same elegant feminine appeal that their hands had. Moreover, their biceps deflated a little further, but had no sign of any extra fat forming on them. A crack came from their shoulders as they moved closer together, giving them a more rounded appearance, completing the change to their arms.
However, it wasn't just their arms that were changing as their legs were going through the same process: Sean’s and Mike’s feet got a little smaller, but their shoes adjusted to their new size, ensuring they remained just as comfortable. Their calves refined, the bit of flab that they had there growing sterner and less jiggly. The duo’s thighs swelled, with their pants straining a little as a result. After a minute, their legs finished changing, providing them with long, sexy legs and thick thighs that would have been perfect pillows with how soft and plush those were.
“Okay, that one was a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Mike smiled.
“Guess we just didn’t get a good grip on it, though let’s try and make sure that we don’t have to go through another repeat of that,” Sean said, getting a grunt from Mike.
Their stomachs altered next. The slight pudginess vanished alongside any looseness of their cores, while their midsections refined and a toned trim appeared, which quickly became more prevalent. Both of their waists followed their stomachs’ example and lost some of their girth, slimming down and causing their belts to loosen and slide down each body before finally resting on their hips. Soon, their mid-sections had become perfectly trim, flat stomachs with thin-tapered waists that would have been perfect on a young woman.
Sean put down one of the house pieces and raised an eyebrow when he noticed something brush against his waist. Upon looking down, he was surprised to see his belt hanging slackly on his body.
“Huh?” Sean blinked. “I don’t remember it being like this.”
“Something’s up?” Mike questioned.
“My belt. For some reason, it feels loose, despite the fact that I tightened it as much as I could,” Sean answered. He hummed while trying to slip his hand between the belt and his stomach and was shocked that he was able to do so.
“Now that you mention it, my belt is feeling off as well. I know for sure that I buckled it normally as well,” Mike said. He raised the belt and held it up, then realized that it appeared to be twice as big as his waist.
“Jesus didn’t think you lost so much weight in so little time!”
“Oh, haha,” Mike deadpanned as he rolled his eyes. “Still wondering why the hell my belt decided to go limp on me.”
“...Might be just a cheap costume part,” Sean figured.
They shrugged it off and tightened them around their waists to the point of fitting snuggly around their bodies, but comfortable enough. Their belts brought attention to their new, slender waists as well as their engorged thighs.
“Anyways, should we do the building next? Might be best to just get it over with, considering it will probably take some time to get finished.”
“I agree. Trust me, it won’t be as bad as you think - I got a feel for it earlier,” Mike smirked.
The two men went back to the various pieces of the building and Mike smiled when grabbing the nearest one - one of the walls, to be precise, and his grin grew as he lifted it up, then chuckled at the surprise look on his friend’s face.
“Wow, you weren't kidding,” Sean remarked.
“Heh, look at me, I am the Incredible Hulk!” Mike cried as he lifted one of the false house pieces up in the air and waved it around.
Sean rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the snort of amusement that came from seeing it. It was a silly childish act. He looked down at the building piece he held and, holding back another giggle, waved it around too, with the small, childish part in him being overjoyed.
“Okay, let’s get back to work. Last thing we need is for the boss to see us playing around with this stuff, or some kids asking if they could play with it.”
They pulled up the rest of the props and began assembling the building. The pieces snapped together piece by piece, almost as if it was a children's toy house.
During the construction-process, sweat formed on their bodies, causing their hair and clothes to stick to it. Although their muscles burned as a result, they refused to give up, putting everything they had into it. The sooner this part was finished, the earlier they would be able to get a break in. Even as their clothes matted on their bodies and eroded in places, the two men continued to work. Sometimes, they would be forced to pull the pieces apart again because they had missed one of the lower parts and couldn’t fit it otherwise.
When they finally managed to put the place together, Mike and Sean took off their work hats and ran their hands over their brows and faces, trying to wipe off as much sweat as they could. They could see some faint wet patches, and the smell of body odor hit their noses, causing them to wince.
While struggling to remove all of the sweat on their bodies, their faces softened as their facial structures changed, with cheekbones rising higher and jaw lines softening. Their noses let out a low crack when the cartilage in their faces altered and their nostrils shrunk.
“Alright, and with that, another part of the larger stuff got done,” Mike said happily. “Man, we are killing it with how quickly we are getting all of this stuff set up!”
“Hey, what do you think the place looks like on the inside?” Sean questioned as his adam’s apple got smaller, earning a hacking cough from him, clearing his throat.
“You think it will actually look nice? I mean, this thing was sorta like a giant lego-set. Can we even get in there?”
“It has a door,” Sean pointed out.
The two of them went over there, with Mike grabbing the handle and slowly turning it. An audible ‘clack’ sounded from it.
“Huh, what do you know, the door does actually work,” Mike said, his voice now that of a young, joyful-sounding girl.
They stepped inside the house and looked around, surprised to see that the place was rather spacious and allowed them to move around without bumping into each other.
In the meantime, both of their faces softened; cheeks rising and jaws rounding. The two sucked on their lips, which became plump and kissable with a wet plop. A bright flash suddenly went off in their eyes, which turned bright baby blue. The faces, at the final reaches of puberty, softened, gaining a more feminine appearance. Gone were the faces of young men - in their place were those of beautiful women.
“This thing is a lot bigger on the inside than I thought it would be,” Mike commented. There was enough room for the two of them to go about without the place feeling crowded.
“Yeah, honestly, it looks pretty nice. Maybe we could stay in one of these for a while to have some more personal space. We wouldn't have to worry about getting too loud either,” Sean said.
“Don’t know if we can spare the time, but the fact that we otherwise could is pretty cool.”
As Sean and Mike looked around, their hair brightened and grew longer. First tickling the back of their necks, it trailed down their bodies and showed no sign of slowing down. Mike’s hair stayed with the same long, flat yet broad hairstyle. The inverse seemed to have happened with Sean, whose hair twisted and coiled around itself into a soft, delicate braid. The colors of each of their strands soon finished changing into a bright, sunny gold with a healthy sheen that would have garnered the interest of many.
“Oh, right, we gotta move that Santa seat in here. Want to do that now?” Sean asked.
“Sure, I think that might be the last big thing that we need to do before all that’s left is the small stuff.”
Thus, the two went over to the chair and took a deep breath as they readied themselves. Simultaneously grabbing one side of the chair, they heaved the Santa seat and shimmied their way over to the podium. They breathed heavily, making sure to keep going at a steady pace to get it done in only one go.
While walking, their privates slowly shrank, tickling their frames with steadily increasing intensity.
Their candy canes entered their bodies, making the two of them stumble for a moment.
“Watch it!” Sean demanded.
“I am, you watch it!” Mike groaned.
Right when they placed the chair down, their balls entered their new holes and shifted into a pair of ovaries. They blinked and leaned against the furniture, taking a heavy gulp of air.
“I-I’ll go get the snow,” Sean muttered, her voice cracking as she walked towards the crate full of fake snow.
“R-right,” Mike said, her voice undergoing the same change, and while following after Sean, stumbling on the way, her Adam's apple disappeared as well.
They grabbed handfuls of the ‘snow’ and began placing it all around - some at the foot of the trees, some near the candy canes, some on the building and around the rest of the trees.
While moving around and distributing the snow, their behinds swelled against their pants, a vague O-shape appearing for them as they were pushed further out. The strain on their pants grew again as the outline of their buttocks became more prevalent, the seams of their pants digging into their posteriors. Both buttocks only finished growing when they were considered huge, round backsides that stood out like targets, with a perfect plum-plumpness to match.
“Okay, all we got left are some lights and then we’re done!” Sean cried gleefully. “Let’s finish this up and then inform the boss.”
The two quickly headed over to the last box, eager to complete decorating, right as their nipples perked underneath their uniforms. They scratched their chests and flinched at the sharper nipples, but refused to stop.
Sean and Mike went from decoration to decoration, making sure that they were properly wrapped or placed and ready to go.
In the meantime, small little mounds formed on their chests that quickly became the size of Christmas ornaments. They continued to swell and get bigger, the outline of their developing hooters appearing more prominent. The weight of their chests became apparent as soon as they became the size of snowglobes, though their developing bosoms only continued to get heavier, putting more strain on their back muscles, forcing the duo to roll their shoulders back while continuing to wrap some lights and Christmas decorations on the various candy canes and trees.
“Whoa!” Mike cried as she almost toppled over from the growing weight.
“You okay, Tiffania?” Sean questioned as she leaned back, making her boobs droop inside her tunic from the lack of support. Were it not for the fabric of their tops, then the outline of their nipples would have been plain for all to see.
“Yeah, I am, Shera. Just-…Just had some trouble for a moment there,” Tiffania admitted. She looked down and frowned at the valley of cleavage she had on display, grumbling under great pressure and struggling to stand up straight.
“And done!” Shera cried, smiling when observing her work, and felt proud that she was able to finish it. “We did good, wouldn't you say, Tiff?”
“Yeah,” Tiffania agreed, looking happy while imagining all of the families that would be able to get their pictures together and tell Santa Claus what they wanted.
As if on cue, their manager came around the corner, being visibly delighted to find the completed set as indicated by her picking up the pace and grinning widely. “Way to go, girls, you got it done just in time. Now then, once Santa gets here - which will be very soon, I want you two to be up there on stage with him, handing him any presents he might need while smiling nicely at anyone that visits.”
“We have to be here for Santa as well?” Tiffania gulped, her nerves jumping at the thought.
“I know it can be a little much during your first time, but don’t worry: Santa is the one that everybody wants to see. Just take a breath and it will be just fine. And when the hour is over, you can get your lunch and then we can go on from there.”
“Okay… If you say so,” Tiffania muttered nervously. She felt like her body was a little too exposed, but she would make sure that she lived up to performing her job.
“See, it won't be so bad,” Shera said. “Santa is what everyone came here for.”
Tiffania smiled and reminded herself that would be true - Santa was the main attraction, not the pair of elves.
“Seems like we got a pretty big crowd this time,” their manager continued, pointing towards the entrance.
Shera and Tiffania turned and could only marvel at all of the people that were waiting by the gate, especially the large number of boys. Neither of them were aware that the newly transformed elves were the reason why so many people showed up, but both of them were far more focused on doing their jobs well and glad to see that their hard work would pay off to notice. After all, they were prepared to do their best to ensure that everyone had a jolly, merry Christmas!
