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‘~Merry Christmas~”
Mike stared at the elegantly wrapped gift he found on his porch, gently shaking it as he carried it inside. He examined the stylish handwriting, offering him a pleasant Yuletide greeting even though Christmas was over a few weeks ago. Mike kicked off his shoes with a yawn, fighting off the fatigue of another long day at work. Even though he worked remotely from his home as a graphics designer, it still didn’t make it any less exhausting to work overtime. He hoped a quick walk around the neighborhood would help. Unfortunately, it didn’t. It didn’t help much with his post-holiday blues either, with another disappointing and uneventful Christmas going by almost unnoticed.
Yet, during his short and brisk walk, someone dropped off the curious little present he held in his hands. He shook it again, wondering if it was empty, and headed into the living room. Mike ran a hand through his short, brown hair before rubbing his eyes as he continued to examine the package. He tugged gently at the beautiful green bow around the red wrapping paper, every inch sparkling and shining. It was small, barely half a foot across, and weighed next to nothing. Mike looked at the card, idly wondering who sent it.
‘No name,’ Mike thought, pulling off the card and placing it on the table. ‘Maybe it’s a prank from the neighborhood kids or something…’
Slowly but steadily, he began to unwrap it, trying not to damage the ribbon or the wrapping paper. Mike couldn’t help but feel a little excited, even though it probably was a prank. Who else would send him this? His estranged parents? The coworkers he barely sees or spends time with? The girl that never called him back after their disastrous date? The friends he barely had?
Mike removed and folded the ribbon before placing it on the table next to the card. Next, the wrapping paper, which, too, ended up folded beside the card, and he stared curiously at the black box underneath. If his friend were here, he’d probably joke about him having OCD, especially as Mike adjusted the paper to align with the card.
‘It feels empty,’ he said, giving it another shake, hearing nothing rattling inside. He examined it with his keen, hazel gaze, taking in every little detail. ‘Why would someone send me an empty box?’
Carefully, Mike opened the top, staring down into the almost pitch-black void within. The skinny man didn’t expect to find anything inside it. Yet, at the bottom, he saw a note lying innocently and waiting for him. He wondered why he didn’t hear it rattling around as he shook it. Mike soon pulled it up before placing the box next to the card and ribbon, aligning it with them. He let his gaze wander across the note, finding the handwriting crude and inelegant compared to the card.
“Michael Foster,” Mike said, repeating the ugly handwriting on the front before flipping it over. He read the words on the back, whispering them gently. “You’ve been naughty…”
Mike blinked, turning the paper a few times to see if there were anything else. Nothing, at least none he could see. He scratched his head and looked into the box again to see if anything else was there.
“Why would anyone send me this?” he muttered, finding it almost eerie how the black inside of the box made it seem almost endlessly deep. He reached inside, tracing his finger against the box’s smooth, dark inside. “And what do they mean I’ve been naught-“
Mike’s sentence got cut short when he felt and saw red ribbons wrapping around his hand, appearing seemingly out of nowhere from inside the box. He pulled the box away, the ribbons stretching from the box to his arm, staring in horror as they pulled tighter around his wrist.
“What the hell?!” Mike gasped as more ribbons shot out of the box, wrapping around his arm, waist, shoulders, and head. It pulled him towards the box, his hand soon inside it.
Then, as strange as it sounded, he felt it sink deeper than it should. Half his arm was inside the tiny eight-inch-wide box, with more and more pulling into it. His hand should be touching the table before that. Yet, instead, it disappeared into the murky void, where his skin tingled at the cold nothingness inside. Mike fought, struggled, and grunted, but nothing worked. The box seemed glued to the table, and the ribbons felt as firm as steel, with something unnaturally strong pulling him in. The box widened and distended as his head got pulled inside, with his other arm and legs kicking and flailing around as he struggled.
Suddenly, with one mighty pull, the box swallowed his entire body. It then began to pull inward into itself, practically imploding and leaving nothing behind except the still neatly folded paper, ribbon, and card on the table. The pleasant sound of jingling bells echoed through the house, followed by a laugh. It wasn’t the jovial sound of Saint Nick himself but a gravelly, ominous chuckle. Soon, nothing but eerie silence and flickering lights remained.
***
“Ugh…”
Mike groaned as he awoke to a fireplace crackling and distant yelling, his mind buzzing from the strange ordeal earlier. He opened his groggy eyes and stared at the tangled mess of red ribbons wrapped around his body, the same ones that pulled him into the box. For a brief moment, Mike hoped it was all a dream, with the strange memory of the ribbons and box being nothing more than the product of a fevered mind. He quickly realized it wasn’t as he sat upright in the comfy chair, his ears ringing. He tugged at the tangled mess of ribbons covering his body, but getting it off would take forever. So, Mike ignored it and looked around the strange room.
Out of all the places Mike assumed he’d be, this wasn’t one of them. His gaze wandered over a massive oak table beside him, covered in Christmas decorations and holiday cheer. A jar of candy canes sat on it near him, each almost begging him to reach out and grab one. Mistletoes and stockings hung over the nearby fireplace, with more Christmassy goodness all over the room. It’s almost like Santa’s interior decorator had furnished the place, and they hadn’t held back. Even an aroma of cinnamon and chestnuts hung in the air, filling his lungs with every breath. Yet, there was something else, too – something raw and musky. It cut through the sweet scents, causing his nostrils to itch. It carried unspoken promises of a good time, with the masculine, musky sending unwanted tingling sensations through his body. It mixed in with the stench of smoke that lingered in the air, creating a strange, volatile cocktail.
“Ain’t it fuckin’ pathetic?”
The deep, gravelly voice sent a shiver down his spine, and he glanced to his side, seeing the short yet stout figure standing near the window. Mike stared at the bright red coat hanging over the short man’s broad shoulders, with the white fuzz around the hem making it look like something Santa himself would wear. A black bowler hat sat on the man’s head, and he saw the cigar between his fat fingers. Ash fell from the burning tip onto the floor, with him not caring about the mess he made.
Mike couldn’t help but stare in awe and horror as the figure turned, soon staring at the sharp-nosed, wide-grinned, and sleazy green face. He saw the long, pointed ears protruding from his fat head, with the beady yellow eyes gleaming in the gentle light. The goblin smiled, flashing his yellow teeth, and adjusted the vest and shirt that hugged his body. He was short, not even four feet tall, but looked almost as broad. The goblin’s head sat upon a small throne of flabby folds around his neck, and thick, golden rings hugged each of his flabby fingers. Mike wasn’t sure what he was. The clothes made him look like a mix between a pimp dressed for the holidays and some sleazy businessman. That, combined with the room and being a goblin, made Mike question his sanity.
The man took another puff from his cigar before gesturing towards him, waving his thick hand at Mike.
“Come ‘ere an’ look at this,” the goblin said, pointing out the window.
Mike was unsure what to do. One part of him wanted to see what the creature wanted, but another only wished to run away. A third part of him wanted to scream, and a fourth just wanted to pass out. For now, he focused on the first and ignored the others. Mike got up, the red ribbons hanging off his body and dragging on the floor as he walked over, trying not to hit his head on the low ceiling. As he got closer, he realized the muffled shouting from before came outside, and he soon stared out over a strange sight.
“Can ye believe it?” the goblin said, letting out a puff of smoke in Mike’s direction, making him want to cough.
Mike remained silent, still trying to figure out what he saw. In the distance, he saw nothing but the snow-covered dunes stretching towards the horizon, the same as those at the North Pole. Below the window, standing outside their building, was a sea of people waving placards and signs, each shouting slogans and chants while waving their angry fists at the green goblins shuffling by them and towards the door. It took Mike another few moments to see that it wasn’t men and women standing there but elves. Tiny, sharp-eared little individuals, each wearing a bright green-and-red uniform, the same you’d expect to see on those working for Santa Claus. Mike heard them shouting chants about a pay raise, longer breaks, health benefits, and anything else you’d expect from people on strike.
Meanwhile, the goblins wore similar outfits, although far less fancy. They chuckled, leered, and pointed fingers at the elves, all while the pale-skinned strikers called them traitors, scabs, and bootlickers. It all turned sour when someone threw a jar of eggnog at the goblins, nearly hitting one in the head, and they all let their fists do the talking. It didn’t last long before another group of elves came out, looking more like guards and police, and began breaking up the quarrel. Some even rode reindeer, looking like mounted police, as they started hitting a few rowdier individuals using candy-cane-like sticks. The fat goblin beside Mike chuckled and shook his fat head, looking more amused than anything at the squabble outside.
“Two and a half fuckin’ millennia, an’ now they wanna unionize?” the goblin said with a hearty chuckle. “Sorry to tell ya, but a bit late to the party. An’ ya should’ve seen some of the demands! Ain’t no surprise he ol’ Nick came knocking at my door.”
“Um…” Mike said, unsure where to begin as a million questions swirled through his head.
“Hold ya questions until the end,” the goblin said, turning around and waddling over to his desk.
Mike realized the musky scent came from the fat goblin, making his head reel as a potent whiff filled his lungs. He stumbled after the goblin, soon sitting down on the same chair he woke up on. Mike watched as the coat dragged on the floor behind the fat goblin, looking several sizes too big for him. He sat on the chair behind the desk, the seat creaking beneath the goblin’s corpulent figure. The cigar rested between his fat lips as his beady eyes stared at Mike, taking in every little detail about him.
“Now then, how about we get right down to business?” the goblin said, puffing his cigar. “The name’s Lazlo. Pleased to meet ya.”
Mike stared at Lazlo’s outstretched hand as his mind raced to understand who he was or what was happening. He shook it, feeling the broad mitt grab his hand and squeeze it tight. Mike was surprised at how big it was and how strong the green-smirked man seemed. Lazlo stared at him, his smile never fading as he continued to puff on his cigar.
“Michael Foster,” Mike said, introducing himself as he pulled his sore hand from the fat goblin’s vice-like grip. “Um, nice to meet you, I guess.”
“Sorry about the office,” Lazlo said, grimacing as he stared and gestured at the holiday-themed decorations. “I just moved in, an’ I haven’t had time to get rid of all this Christmas junk yet. Yuck. The Elder Elf sure knew how to suck up to jolly ol’ Nick.”
“Elder Elf?” Mike said, watching Lazlo pick up a snow globe before throwing it into the fire, causing the flames to flicker as it cracked.
“Yeah, the idiot who had this job before me,” Lazlo said, grabbing another Christmas ornament before flinging it into the fire without getting up from his cozy chair. “Fuckin’ sucker. Ain’t gonna miss him, an’ I’m sure Nick ain’t gonna either after the little union stunt he pulled.”
“Nick? As in?”
“Saint Nick himself. Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, or just plain ol’ Santa Claus,” Lazlo said, throwing a gingerbread cookie into the fire with every name. “Yeah, the jolly fat man himself. But jeez, ya should’ve seen him when the union talks started. Ain’t nothin’ jolly about him that day.”
Mike’s mind raced as he listened to Lazlo, with the man idly wondering what kind of strange dream his overworked brain conjured up. After all, none of this was real. It couldn’t be. Yet, despite what the rational side of his brain said, he couldn’t shake the feeling that none of this was a dream. He stared at Lazlo as he picked up a Santa doll from the table, watching the greasy goblin squeeze it with a grin.
“So, uh,” Mike said, causing Lazlo to stare at him with his beady, yellow eyes. “Why am I here?”
Lazlo grinned. “‘Cause you’ve been naughty, Mike.”
“I have?” Mike felt his heart skip a beat as Lazlo grabbed a large scroll on the table and unfurled it, causing the seemingly never-ending thing to roll across the floor without showing any signs of stopping.
“Ya sure have!” Lazlo said, his fat finger tracing across the scroll, checking the names. “Here we go. Michael Foster – Naughty!”
“But, how? What-” Mike said, but he got cut off by Lazlo raising his fat hand in the air.
“Don’t get ya panties in a bunch,” Lazlo chuckled, his double-cheek shaking. “Ain’t nothin’ ya did. There’s a reason ol’ Nick ain’t usin’ this shit list anymore. Everyone’s fuckin’ naughty according to it!”
“But why…”
“Ya see, I can’t just go around kidnappin’ people left an’ right an’ taking them to the North Pole without reason. The Christmas magic holdin’ all this shit together wouldn’t allow it. Not to mention what the other fey-folk would say.”
Mike blinked, staring at Lazlo as he tried to understand everything. He tugged at the ribbons wrapped around his figure, trying to undo them, but they refused to budge.
“But, with this? I got all the reason I need to nab anyone ’cause no one can live up to this fuckin’ thing’s expectations,” Lazlo said, throwing the Naughty List aside, causing it to roll itself up on the floor. “It’s fuckin’ ridiculous if ya ask me, but hey! I didn’t make the rules.”
“But why? Why did you even kidnap me? Why am I here?”
“Now that’s a good question, kid.”
Lazlo got up from the chair, his massive gut bouncing as he landed on his feet and walked around the table, puffing his cigar. He walked around the table with a grin, with the floorboards creaking with every heavy step.
Mike followed him with his gaze, feeling a shiver passing down his spine when he saw the gleam in the fat goblin’s eyes.
“You see, as head of the union, I’ve got contractual obligations to fulfill for my dear union members,” Lazlo says, walking over to the other side of the room, opposite the windows facing out of the workshop. “Most are simple. Makin’ sure they get paid, not overworkin’ ’em, an’ so on.”
Lazlo stared through the glass windows, pointing inwards towards the workshop, his hand behind his back and cigar in the other. Mike couldn’t resist his curiosity and walked over to Lazlo to see what he looked at. Soon, he stared at the near-endless sea of conveyor belts, machines, and goblins wearing ill-fitting elf outfits working it all. A few elves walked between the different workstations, making sure they worked as per their contract and didn’t slack off. Mike couldn’t help but stare in awe at the sight, with the workshop stretching almost towards infinity in all directions. Not surprising, he thought, since they made presents for the entire world. Then again, Mike remained half-convinced that this was still a dream, and he was more impressed by his brain concocting this strange scenario than anything else.
“Look at ’em. Ain’t nothin’ more efficient or hard-workin’ than a goblin,” Lazlo said, beaming with pride. “But it ain’t cheap. Not for ol’ Nick, an’ ain’t for me.”
Mike stared at the green figures working the machine and creating the toys with surprising skill and glee. However, it didn’t take long before he noticed one goblin near one of the machines doing something odd. He kept pulling the lever to work it with one hand and jacking off with the other, a satisfied grin on his lips. Even from up here, Mike could tell he was hung, with the cock looking more like a third leg. The bright green britches were down to his knees, showing off his entire, engorged length and the equally enormous balls dangling below them. None of the elves or his coworkers noticed it, except one goblin, who looked tempted to join in and rub one out, too.
However, it didn’t last long. Mike wasn’t the only one who saw it, and Lazlo grunted as he grabbed the nearby microphone connecting to the speaker system inside the workshop. Soon, his gravelly voice echoed over the factory, causing every green figure to look up at the union boss and factory lead standing in his office beside the ribbon-covered human.
“Oy! You ain’t getting paid to jack off!” Lazlo said, causing the masturbating goblin to panic. He struggled to put away his erect, green cock, and it almost seemed like it would tear right through his ill-fitting pants. “Save it for the break! Ya all know the rules, an’ anyone caught breakin’ ’em gets put on stable duty! Now, stop slackin’, ya gits!”
It surprised Mike to see how efficient that was. Soon, everyone on the floor worked better than a few moments ago, with fewer slackers and at a faster pace. Not everyone there seemed happy about it, with more than a few glaring up at the union boss with flustered looks.
“Disrespectful, ain’t it? Can’t even keep it in their pants for a few hours,” Lazlo said, putting away the microphone and taking another puff from his cigar. “Then again, can’t blame ’em. Ain’t a single fey-folk out there who could match a goblin’s sex drive.”
“Uh…” Mike couldn’t help but show his disgust when he glanced through the window again, thinking about the goblin jacking it off in the middle of work.
“That gets us back to why you’re here. Unlike me an’ my boys, the elves had ridiculous demands when they wanted to unionize. They wanted paid sick leave, social security bullshit, three weeks of vacation time every year – ya know, the works. But my boys? Give ’em a decent wage an’ let ’em blow off steam a few hours every day an’ they’ll be working until their knuckles bleedin’.”
“And by blow off steam, you mean…”
“That’s right! Ain’t easy gettin’ all the pussy they need,” Lazlo chuckled, puffing on his cigar. He walked over to the table and grabbed what looked like a Christmas card, soon scribbling something on it using quill and ink.
Mike couldn’t help but feel a little worried, idly wondering where this strange dream was going. He stared at Lazlo and tugged at the tangled mess of red ribbons hugging his body, his heart racing as he wondered if this wasn’t more than something his brain cooked up. Mike saw Lazlo turning to face him, walking over with the cigar between his bloated lips, and attaching the Christmas card to the bright red ribbons.
“I like you, kid,” Lazlo said, grabbing the cigar and tapping some ash from the tip straight onto the floor. “Ya seem smart. Shame it had to turn out like this.”
“Peppermint Pussy?” Mike said, reading the card with a confused look on his face.
“Ain’t anythin’ personal, kid. It’s just business.”
Lazlo barely had time to finish the sentence before the ribbons seemingly came to life again, and Mike groaned as they began to tighten around his body. He squirmed and gasped as they wrapped around him, causing him to panic. They didn’t bind his arms or legs but instead hugged every inch of his body, squishing and tightening around him. He could move, although with some difficulty, as the ribbons hugged his chest and waist so tight that he could barely breathe. Mike gasped as the ribbons refused to yield, holding him in their grip.
Then, without warning, a pop. Mike feared for a moment that the ribbons cracked a rib or his spine, but there was no pain – only this strange, lingering heat washing through him. He couldn’t help but moan and gasp as it happened again, causing him to fall on his hands and knees. Mike began to sweat, the warmth washing through him, and he stared in awe and horror as the ribbons dug into his clothes and began to tear them apart. It almost looked like his outfit evaporated, as if the mere touch from the ribbons was enough to make them wither and vanish. It wasn’t long before he felt them touch his skin, with them tightening around his increasingly naked figure.
Mike stared at Lazlo, with the fat goblin puffing his cigar as the ribbons continued to hug him to death. He wanted to shout and scream, but the only sound slipping from his lips was this strange, guttural moan as a few ribbons wrapped around his exposed cock, making it grow erect. Mike heard another few pops from his chest and then from his waist, and it felt like his body shrank with every fraction of an inch the ribbons tightened around him. A few remained wrapped around his head, holding it tight as his scalp began to itch. He gasped, feeling something trickling down the side of his skull.
“Hmm, ain’t bad,” Lazlo said, grabbing a few locks of his growing hair with his fat hand and rubbing the silken locks between his fingers.
“W-What- AH!” Mike gasped, his waist collapsing inward as the ribbons hugged him tighter.
Mike couldn’t move. The sensations, both good and bad, were too much for him. He hated how uncomfortable it was, with his now naked body popping, cracking, and shifting beneath the ribbons. Yet, it didn’t compare to the shame as his arousal grew, with the bright red things now essentially stroking his cock. Mike shook his head, soon noticing the longer locks hanging from his head. He grabbed a few and pulled before his eyes, staring at the swirly mix of glossy red and shimmering white hair. He grunted and let go of his hair when a ribbon around his hand caused it to crack and pop, with Mike staring at the smaller, slimmer, and daintier limb in shock and horror. The same happened to his other hand and arm, with his previously lean yet masculine limbs becoming shorter and thinner.
Even worse, Mike felt his height diminish. He saw the room growing around him as the ribbons tightened and crushed his body, forcing him to shrink. Everything around him seemed to grow, including Lazlo, which looked more and more imposing with every pop and crack. There was no pain, though. Beneath all the discomfort and unease, his libido bubbled and burned, ravaging through his core. Mike felt his cock throb and drool, staining the ribbons and the floor beneath him. He glanced beyond his puffy chest and increasingly tighter tummy to see the ribbons rubbing his cock, causing it to remain perpetually erect and ache for more. They squeezed his balls, practically forcing out his cum. Mike shuddered and came a few moments later, a guttural yet soft moan slipping from his surprisingly soft lips.
Meanwhile, Mike felt his hair growing, falling in thick, luscious waves from his head. It was a sea of unnaturally silky hair, a swirling mess of red and white. It fell from his scalp and reached the floor, becoming long and flowing. Mike grabbed a few locks and held them in his hand again, staring in horror and shock at how luscious they looked and how dainty his hand seemed. Then, with another soft gasp, he felt the ribbons tighten around his hair, pulling the womanly mane into a pair of ponytails hanging from the sides of his head. It accentuated the swirly look, soon looking like a pair of silken candy canes.
“Ah~!” Mike groaned and came again, the ribbons working his cock so hard that it made it ache. He’d never felt such pleasure before, and it only grew with every fraction of an inch his cock lost in girth and size.
“That’s right, ain’t nothin’ to do but enjoy the ride,” Lazlo said, walking around the shrinking man. “An’ don’t worry. You’ll love it in the end. They all do.”
“W-What do you mean?” Mike said, his voice cracking and rising with every syllable, becoming less masculine with every gasp.
“Ya think you’re the only one I’ve done this to? I like you, but you ain’t that special,” Lazlo said, puffing his cigar. “Although, you’re turnin’ out a lot finer than most.”
Mike wanted to protest, but the only sound slipping from his lips was a guttural moan as the goblin grabbed his swollen chest and squeezed it. He felt his nipples throb and ache at the touch, swelling with every heartbeat. The ribbons pressed against his skin, and he felt the hair on his body falling off, leaving nothing but the hair on his head and a neat strip of equally swirly red and white hair adorning his crotch. Not that Mike noticed it. All he could focus on was the discomfort of shrinking in height and growing curvier while his cock continued to erupt with pleasure. It almost felt like something opened up between his legs, and he dripped with more than just cum.
“Oh god~…” Mike shuddered and moaned, barely able to feel his balls. It felt like the ribbons had pushed them into his body, and he noticed his abdomen aching.
“Ain’t bad at all,” Lazlo said, running a finger across the cum-drenched shaft and the place where his testicles would be, causing him to feel a sensation he’d never thought he’d feel. “Feels good, huh?”
Mike couldn’t respond, even if he wanted to. The only word he could think of that described the strange sensation of the goblin touching him was ‘wet.’ It grew with every passing moment, especially as the itch in his abdomen continued and as his cock continued to shrink. Another moan slipped from his lips, and he heard how high-pitched and sultry it sounded. Mike bit down on his swollen lower lip, stifling another womanly cry of pleasure as his cock erupted again, almost for the last time. He shook his head, feeling the twin ponytails shaking and touching his tender skin as he did, and tried to crawl away, hoping to escape.
“Where are you goin’?” Lazlo said, putting his boot against his side and tipping Mike over, causing him to lie on his back. His long hair spread out over the floorboards, with the ribbons pinning his limbs down, causing him to spread them out.
“Ah~!” Mike gasped, feeling yet another wave of pleasure washing through his core.
He stared down beyond the ribbons covering his swollen breasts and looked at his cock, the thing the size of a nub. Below it was a puffy, wet opening adorned with increasingly thicker lips that yearned to be touched. Mike gasped when Lazlo ran his finger over them again, causing his half-formed pussy to quiver and gush with his feminine juices.
“Oh~!” Mike moaned, hearing his voice rising again, becoming softer and more feminine.
Mike squirmed on the floor, too weak to fight against the changes or pull himself free from the ribbons. They continued to tighten around him, forcing his body into something far shorter and incredibly curvy. He heard his hips pop and snap as they widened, and he felt his waist caving inward, becoming tight and slim. The almost waspishly thin waist gave him the start on an hourglass figure, especially as his hips continued to grow and his breasts began to swell with more and more fat. Mike felt his nipples throb, pressing against the ribbons, and they felt huge. He caught a glimpse of his darker, wider areolas between the ribbons, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Mike could tell how huge they were and how much bigger still they’d get, judging by how they tingled and itched.
Another series of cracks rippled through his figure, causing his height to diminish even more. Mike had no idea how short he was, but he still looked taller than Lazlo, but not by much. Even worse, none of the changes slowed down, leaving him a quivering, moaning mess as he became something short and sweet. Mike’s hips widened, becoming broad and jutting, and he felt his ass pressing against the ribbons, feeling it growing. What remained of Mike’s cock was nothing but a tiny nub, looking more like a small clit than anything else, and the increasingly feminine man felt the ribbons stroking, rubbing, and teasing his increasingly sensitive snatch. Another moan and another orgasm, one that felt unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It was indescribable, and he felt his loins dripping with more of his womanly juices.
“The boys are goin’ to love you,” Lazlo said, reminding Mike he wasn’t alone. His cheeks burned bright red with shame, arousal, and fear as his thighs thickened and his breasts pushed out.
“P-Please…” Mike gasped, barely able to talk through the mix of discomfort and pleasure. He barely sounded like himself anymore. His voice was soft and girly, almost squeaky, and it had this undeniably sultry tone.
“Save it for the boys, kid,” Lazlo chuckled, giving his thicker and rounder chest another squeeze. Once more, he moaned, hating how good it felt.
Meanwhile, Mike’s body continued to soften, with his masculine features melting away. Not only that, but his humanity began to disappear as his skin shifted in hue and color, with splotches of lime green appearing here and there on his figure. Mike glanced at his dainty fingers and surprisingly manicured nails, watching as the green color overtook his pale complexion. It happened everywhere, with every inch of his body becoming just as green and goblin-like as the fat man watching him change. Mike even saw a few spots of darker green appearing on his chest, and he guessed his face, too, which looked almost like freckles. His ears itched and ached as they pushed out, becoming increasingly broader, longer, and pointed.
Then, more pleasure. The burning sensation between Mike’s legs continued to ravage him, with his moans rising in pitch and frequency. The ribbons felt better and better against his increasingly greener skin, rubbing it as he squirmed on the floor. Mike bit his lower lip, which now felt massive, and stifled another moan. He didn’t feel like himself anymore and could only guess how much his face had changed. It wasn’t just his lips that felt off, but every inch of his previously masculine visage. Cheekbones, jawline, eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes – everything felt off, with some parts accentuated and others softened, with every part oozing with wanton need. He blinked, feeling the size and shape of his eyelashes, and stared with lust-addled eyes at the goblin puffing his cigar.
“Ain’t much left now,” Lazlo said, leaning down to inspect him. He grabbed his broad, soft hip before running his hand down his thigh, squeezing it. “An’ you should be proud. I can’t even remember when someone took this well to the changes. I bet you’ll be very popular in The Pits~.”
Again, Mike wanted to protest, but his body betrayed him, and all he could do was squirm, moan, and shudder from the unwanted yet undeniably pleasurable sensations. With another few pops, his hips widened more, looking massive compared to his thin waist. He felt fat pushing into his thighs and ass, causing both to blossom with feminine padding. Even worse, Mike saw his chest rise with every breath, watching the ribbons struggle to contain the growing breasts. No, tits. Lime-green, lightly-freckled, soon-to-be back-breaking tits growing heavier with every panicked, lust-addled breath. He felt his thick nipples rubbing against the ribbons, teasing the sensitive, dark green things and sending more unwanted yet undeniably pleasurable sensations through his loins.
Another pop and Mike’s hips finally stopped growing, leaving him with beyond-fertile haunces. He felt almost as broad as he was tall, which he thankfully knew wasn’t true. It didn’t mean his hips were vast and jutting, impossible not to notice, and looking massive compared to his thin waist. Mike’s thighs thickened to match them, and his ass inflated to a nice, juicy size, with the ribbons only barely covering it. Yet, his attention was on his breasts, which continued to inflate. Mike felt his face twist and change, his voice shifting to something sweeter while his last masculine features drowned beneath the incoming waves of femininity. He stared at the massive bosom, squished together by the ribbons, and they looked huge on his broad-hipped, fat-assed figure. Hell, they’d look impressive on someone twice his height.
Lazlo watched the last few changes wash over Mike, with nothing of his masculine, human features remaining. The ribbons thinned down and shifted over his sultry figure, soon wrapping around him as if he were little more than a slutty gift. They didn’t cover his pussy, breasts, or ass, with a massive bow forming above his rear and the card dangling between his bosom. The ribbons no longer pinned him down, and he pressed his thighs together, trying to stifle the burning fire between his legs. Mike’s arms moved to his bosom, trying to contain the massive tits without much success. His thin arms did nothing to cover them up, and squishing them together like that only made them seem more massive.
“Well, ain’t ya a pretty thing,” Lazlo said as Mike sat up, panting and shuddering from the lingering sensations.
“W-Wha-” Mike’s sentence got cut short by a pang of arousal hitting his loins, causing his sex to puff up and swell with need. “Ah~!”
Lazlo chuckled. “See? I told ya nothin’ can compare to a goblin’s sex drive. Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”
Mike sat on his knees, feeling his ass covering his dainty feet and his arms struggling to contain his bosom. He saw a mirror in the distance, and his curiosity again took over. He stood up, feeling the unnatural bounce of his ass and breasts, and he soon felt his hips shaking and rolling with every step he took. Mike couldn’t stop himself from doing it, giving his gait a sexy sway. He felt his long ponytails brushing against his tender skin with every step, bouncing gently on his head.
Then, as he stepped in front of the mirror, it felt like his brain sobered up. The entire ordeal had felt more like a perverted dream than anything else, but the sight of his short, sexy figure caused his heart to sink and made him realize the severity of his situation. Mike stared at himself, letting his arms fall to the side and make his bosom bounce from the shock.
“I’m…” Mike said, hearing the sugary sweet tone slipping from his fat lips that almost dominated his face. They looked huge, with his upper lip nearly touching his nose.
Mike stared at himself, taking in every little detail. He stood slightly shorter than Lazlo but with curves meant for a pornstar twice his height, with every inch oozing unspoken promises of a good time. Mike’s hips were broad, and he rubbed his hands over them, staring in awe at their size. Mike turned to the side, noticing how huge his ass looked and how far it protruded behind him. It was fat but still perky, almost unnaturally so, and it paired nicely with his equally thick thighs. The lime green color covered every inch of his body, with dark green freckles peppered across his ass, hips, chest, and face to give his smooth, almost flawless skin some character.
However, none of it compared to his breasts. Mike held them in his dainty hands, with each mound so massive that not even using both his hands could cover and contain a single breast. They were huge, adorned with nipples as thick as his thumb that pushed out proudly, erect and yearning to be touched. The dark green areolas covered a significant part of his tender bosom, but not so much that they looked oversized. Then again, there wasn’t anything subtle about any part of them, with every inch demanding to get noticed. Mike noticed how thin his waist looked in comparison, with a tight, taut tummy that gave him an exaggerated hourglass look paired with his back-breaking breasts and broad hips.
Then, there was his face. Mike stared into doe-like, expressive eyes, his former eye color replaced by the same bright yellow as Lazlo’s. He felt his thick eyelashes fluttered every time he blinked, and the heavy mascara added weight to them. Trimmed eyebrows, tiny button nose, soft jawline, defined cheekbones, huge, cock-sucking lips covered in lipstick as red and glossy as the ribbons – there wasn’t anything cute or innocent about him. Some would call him beautiful, but sexy was probably a better word. Mike shuddered and bit his fat lower lip to stifle a moan when the sight of his body turned him on, causing his fat, swollen pussy to ache with need. God, he was horny, feeling a yearning he’d never felt before.
Lastly, Mike grabbed his hair, feeling the silken locks run between his dainty green fingers as he took it all in. It was luscious and voluminous, far more so than anything he’d ever seen on a woman. The two ponytails pushed up from his head before falling down his sides in luscious waves, looking more like candy canes as the shimmering white and glossy red created a swirly pattern going down them. They reached his knees, and he felt the soft hair brushing against his tender, sensitive skin with every little movement.
“Well, that ain’t too bad, huh?” Lazlo said, snapping the former man out of his thoughts, causing him to turn on his dainty feet.
“I-” Mike didn’t know what to say or do. He froze, shocked by how imposing Lazlo seemed when he stood shorter than the broad-bellied goblin, not to mention the strange itch between his legs when the musky scent oozing off him reached MIke’s nostrils.
“But, like I said, it ain’t personal. An’ we need to do one more thing before takin’ you to The Pits,” Lazlo said, tapping the Christmas card hanging from the ribbon below his tits.
The moment Lazlo did, something happened. An intense tingling sensation cascaded through the former man, sending pulses through the now big-tittied woman’s brain. Peppermint blinked, unsure what even happened. It felt like she had forgotten something, and her heart sank as she realized what. She stared down at her tits and felt a strange familiarity washing over her, causing the slutty goblin’s heart to race. Peppermint tried to remember how it felt to be flat-chested and tall, with fair skin and a masculine shaft, but nothing popped into her head. Even worse, she knew she hadn’t been Peppermint Pussy her entire life. She knew she should be Michael Foster, but the name felt distant, and she couldn’t stop referring to herself as Peppermint. She knew she should be a man, but everything about her sexy, sultry figure felt so right and natural.
The arousal from before washed through her, rising steadily, and she found herself crossing her legs as she tried to sort through her conflicting emotions. Lazlo just chuckled as he saw the rosy-red hue on the woman’s freckled, green face, knowing fully well what went through her skull. Peppermint glanced at Lazlo’s bulge, feeling an unwanted urge to bend and spread as her pussy burned warm and wet. She felt the insatiable heat washing through her, growing with each passing moment.
“Ya did turn out great, though,” Lazlo said, taking a step forward, practically towering over the former man. “It’d be a shame not to test ya out before takin’ ya downstairs~.”
Peppermint’s heart raced when she saw the lusty grin on his face, causing what remained of her masculine pride to panic. She felt the heat rising between her legs, and she felt almost powerless to fight against her body’s new sex drive. All she wanted was to bend over and take it, and it took everything she had not to do so. Lazlo chuckled, noticing the internal struggle in the goblin girl.
“But, accordin’ to union contract, all new girls gotta remain pure an’ untaken before their first time in The Pits,” he said, sighing. “Shame.”
Then, just as Peppermint was going to ask him what he meant, she felt herself fall. The floor beneath her gave up, and she found herself tumbling down the hatch, staring up at Lazlo’s grin as she fell down the magical shute.
“Don’t worry, though! You’re gonna love it in the end!”
Lazlo’s words haunted her as she tumbled down the shaft, encased in darkness as the hatch above closed. She tried grabbing the sides but couldn’t reach it, her heart sinking as she wondered where it took her. Another part of Peppermint felt far more worried about falling to her death to care where it went, with her high-pitched shriek echoing through the shute.
Then, with a surprisingly soft thud, she reached the bottom. The landing was much more gentle than she expected, and she lay on the plastic mattress, staring at the ceiling as her mind raced. A small part of her half expected to die from the fall, and she couldn’t help but feel relieved that it wasn’t the case. Peppermint’s heart thumped in her chest like a drum, with her heaving bosom rising and falling with every deep breath.
“Oh, a new girl!”
“Ugh, anotha’ bitch to share th’cock with…”
“Aww, she’s cute!”
Peppermint shot up when she realized she wasn’t alone in the dank and dark room, her eyes looking around to see goblin girls like her everywhere. They were all as stacked and curvy, each completely naked, and she blushed at how most stared at her. A few looked at her with curiosity, staring wide-eyed at her enormous breasts and generous curves. Others glared at her, looking either jealous or annoyed. To some, she was a sister. To others, a rival. To some, she wasn’t even worth stopping their masturbation session to look at. Peppermint couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the goblin girl on a bed near her, moaning like a whore, and trying to use her hands to get off. They all looked like her, with colorful and jolly hair and bodies designed to please men.
A million questions swirled through her head as she looked around the room. Peppermint stared up at the ceiling to try and find the hole she had come through, but all she saw was an immense darkness stretching almost infinitely above them. It wasn’t difficult to see why Lazlo called it The Pits. Yet, it was a lot less gloomy than Peppermint expected. Even though it was a cave, the walls had ‘motivational’ posters hanging from them, with slogans like ‘A cock a day keeps the depression away!’ and ‘There’s no I in gang-bang!’ There were plastic beds lining the walls, some empty and some with horny goblin girls resting or masturbating. Peppermint heard the sound of water running in the distance, and she saw a group of girls washing themselves in a communal shower and cleaning a few beds with a hose. There were also a few vending machines and a surprisingly expensive coffee maker, with some goblins grabbing a drink while enjoying their break. On the other side of the room, a set of doors connected to what looked like an industrial elevator was the only way in or out.
For a brief moment, Peppermint felt panic fill her chest before something hit her. Her heart skipped, and her nostrils flared as she took her first deep breath, filling her lungs with the eye-watering and musky aroma stinking up the room. It felt like someone had pressed her head inside a goblin’s pants, forcing her to breathe in the virile aroma. Every breath sent an unwanted spike of pleasure through her, causing her loins to burn and her nipples to ache. Peppermint gasped and stifled a moan, trying to fight against the raging heat washing through her body. Yet, she couldn’t. The only way to escape the musky scent was to hold her breath, but even that wouldn’t work now that her lungs were full of the disgustingly wonderful aroma.
“S-Shit…” Peppermint huffed, squirming on the bed. Every breath made the heat worse, with her heart racing faster and faster. “F-Fuck…”
Then, she lost track of time. She felt her hands squeezing, groping, and touching every inch of her body, sending more womanly pleasure through her sultry figure as she lay on the bed. Peppermint heard a few girls laugh and say something about her, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think or focus on anything but the burning sensation in her loins. Peppermint shuddered as she realized her fingers weren’t enough. They never would be. Even pinching her nipples and squeezing her ass didn’t help and only increased her heat without giving her relief, causing her frustrations to grow.
Peppermint had no idea if she lay there for a few minutes or a few hours, with everything becoming a hazy blur buried beneath sexual frustration. She didn’t have time to mourn the loss of her former body and life. However, the sudden and sharp metallic sound echoing through the room snapped her from her uncontrollable masturbation session, with her thighs and loins stained with her juices.
“Oh, another shift incoming!” one of the girls said, causing a giggling, moaning frenzy among the slutty goblins.
A few hurried over to vacant beds while others lined up near the doors. A few hung out in the back and enjoyed their break for a few moments longer. One, lying on the bed near Peppermint, brushed a lock of glittery, brown hair from her face and grinned.
“Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be a rough one,” she said, causing Peppermint to glance at her. The brunette smiled and met her gaze, their lust-addled eyes staring into each other. “Hey, what’s your name, newbie?”
“Peppermint…” she said before realizing her mistake. “N-No, wait, I’m-“
“The name’s Cinnamon,” the busty, dark-green goblin said as she cut off Peppermint, rubbing one hand across her heavy bosom and the other over her swollen pussy. “And a piece of advice? Just go with the flow. It’ll make it so much sweeter~.”
Peppermint was about to ask her what she meant, but a loud clank echoed through the room as the elevator reached the bottom. She stared with groggy, lust-addled eyes away from her bunkmate and over to the doors as they opened. The moment they did, the frenzy began. The first few goblin workers from the elevator grabbed whichever girl stood closest to them and dragged them aside, soon pinning them to either the floor or a bed and fucking them hard. Others hurried further in, almost as if looking for their favorite girl. However, it didn’t require a math genius to realize that there were far more men than there were girls, and it wasn’t long before a few got gang-banged. Peppermint saw one girl getting spit-roasted while still forced to rub a cock in each hand.
“Hey, a new girl!” a deep, guttural voice said, with Peppermint staring with wide eyes at the big-bellied goblin pointing at her.
“Where?! WHERE?!” another said, sounding almost manic.
“I SEE HER!”
Suddenly, Peppermint realized she was the only one that wasn’t naked. She lay on the bed, wrapped in ribbons and all bundled up, almost as if waiting for someone to unwrap her like a Christmas gift. Her heart sank when she saw the frenzy it caused, sending a few in the front rushing towards her, their lust-addled eyes taking in every inch of her sexy figure.
Peppermint watched as they rushed towards her as the massive orgy began, with the musky stench growing increasingly intense as the goblin girls started to fuck, suck, rub, and do whatever they could to please the goblins rushing in.
Peppermint froze. One part wanted to run, to get away from the onslaught of horny goblins rushing over to her. Another just wanted to lie there and spread her legs, her holes all aching for something long and hard between them. What remained of her masculine pride shuddered as she realized what would happen if they reached her, but it was a mere whisper compared to the womanly arousal washing through her. It was too late when Peppermint finally snapped out of her trance and unfroze. She gasped as one of the goblins grabbed her by her foot as he climbed up, his lanky figure showing surprising strength.
“Hah! Trog win!” he says, climbing up on the bed while the others do the same.
Peppermint had never felt so tiny in her entire life before. She lay there, her long, candy-cane-like hair spread over the plastic mattress, and stared at the greasy goblins in various sizes looming over her. Yet, she didn’t feel scared. Or rather, what scared her was how excited it made her feel. Her body felt primed and ready, yearning for their touch, and everything itched and burned with pleasure as they grabbed and tugged at her sultry figure.
‘No, I can’t. I’m not a goblin whore. I’m Michael Foster,’ Peppermint thought, clinging to her old name and what remained of her former self as the goblins pulled off their pants and continued to examine her figure. ‘I-I don’t want this…’
Yet, a long, drawn-out moan slipped from Peppermint’s lips when she saw the first of the cocks pulled out from their pants, with the musky scent growing thicker as a result. The one at her head grinned as he stared into her lust-addled eyes, his thick, arm-lengthed shaft almost pressing against her cheek.
“Mmm, Trog got good gift for Christmas,” Trog said, the lanky goblin squeezing Peppermint’s thigh and reaching out to grab the card dangling below her breasts.
“It ain’t Christmas, idiot,” another huff, pulling out his cock and slapping it against Peppermint’s breasts, causing her to feel the shaft teasing her fat nipple and throbbing against her tender bosom. “Hurry up an’ unwrap!”
Peppermint barely had time to whimper before Trog grabbed the card and pulled it off, setting off a chain reaction with her ribbons. She felt them loosen and pull apart, then evaporate. In an instant, her libido skyrocketed, causing her to whimper, moan, and gasp. It felt like the ribbons didn’t just contain her body but also her libido, with the raging arousal she felt before as nothing more than a tiny taste of how genuinely intense it was. It felt like any rational thought left her mind, leaving little room for anything but the burning need for sexual relief.
Then, there was the card. Peppermint saw the goblin throwing it into the air, and she watched it flutter up, slowly but surely evaporating like the ribbons. As it did, she felt like she forgot something, but she couldn’t put her dainty finger on what. Didn’t she have another name? Wasn’t she supposed to be tall and less green? The questions drowned and disappeared beneath the relentless waves of arousal washing through her, with her body growing warmer as it prepared itself for what would happen next. With the ribbons and cards gone, she looked like any other goblin whore there. Just like them, Peppermint found herself stuffed from all directions.
“A-AH~!” Peppermint moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as the thick cock pushed into her pussy, spreading her folds wide and slowly filling her to the brim.
She barely noticed how she wrapped her legs around the goblin’s waist and pulled him close, causing him to stuff more and more of his veiny shaft deeper inside her. Peppermint’s brain practically overheated from the sensations, with her thoughts grinding to a halt from the mind-numbing pleasure. It only got worse when the two at her sides began to slap, stroke, and rub their massive cocks and heavy balls against her body, and she barely noticed her hands moving to grab them with her dainty fingers. The one at her head grabbed her cheeks and tilted her head upward before pressing his cock against her lips, with the goblin whore opening her mouth eagerly to take it all in. There was no resistance, no gag reflex, as it slid into her mouth and down her throat, filling her with the musky shaft.
At this point, Peppermint could only see the fat balls smacking into her face with every thrust. Yet, she felt everything. The twitching dicks against her breasts and the warm seed spraying out of her green skin sent wave after wave of euphoria through her. The warmth spread through her bulging abdomen as the goblin fucking her pussy came again and again, stuffing her to the limit. The musky scent filled her lungs as the goblin fucking her face thrust into her, over and over again, until he started to fill her belly with the potent, virile seed. Peppermint lost count of time, and she barely noticed as a new rowdy group replaced the satisfied goblins, soon leaving her with another set of throbbing cocks to service.
‘Where am I?’ Peppermint thought, staring with lust-addled eyes around the room, her skin stained with cum.
Whatever thoughts passed through her mind quickly vanished as one goblin placed her on all fours and grabbed her ass while another grabbed her by her hair, soon spit-roasting her like a few others there. Again, pleasure took her, and she stared with half-closed, lust-addled eyes at the hairy green crotch ramming into her face, with her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the intoxicating musk with every breath. Peppermint wanted more. No, needed. Even when her belly and bowels bulged with cum, and when not even a single speck of skin remained untouched by cum, she needed more. For now, she got it, with the girl quickly losing track of the number of cocks she serviced.
***
‘I know I’m not supposed to be like this, but…’
Peppermint found herself drifting off with her thoughts as she stood on all fours, one goblin fucking her ass and the other ramming his cock down her throat, using her ponytails to hold her head in place. It stung when he pulled at her hair, but it only added to the pleasure. Peppermint smiled and moaned, feeling the cock tickling the back of her throat as her lips pressed against the base of the cock, taking it all in.
As usual, the green little slut found herself often thinking about who she was before she came here. Peppermint frowned, her mind aching as the fog clouded her thoughts. Even though she couldn’t remember what she looked like, Peppermint knew she wasn’t always like this. The girl often tried to recall what bits and pieces she could during the tamer moments in The Pits, clinging to what she remembered. Right now, she barely felt flustered from the less-than-hung and sloppy guys fucking her, and she sighed, stuffed from both ends as they used her like the fuck-doll she was. At least it gave her time to think as they filled her body with their seed.
‘I was human, right?’ Peppermint thought. ‘Maybe pale-skinned? Or maybe with a healthy tan? Oh, what if I was a guy with a thick, juicy cock?’
Peppermint smiled, letting her imagination run wild as she imagined what kind of man or woman she used to be. She wondered if she’d ever get to know or be stuck like this forever. Not that she minded it, though. It felt pretty awesome being here, too, with her fat lips curling into a smile as she experienced a mini-orgasm from the goblins fucking her from both ends. Still, it was fun playing with her imagination. For now, she shifted her attention to the new group lining up to use her, with her holes leaking with cum from the group that just used her. Peppermint rolled onto her back and spread, smiling as they jumped on her and started stuffing her curvy, little figure with more dicks than she could count. She glanced to her side to see Cinnamon, the only friend she had, giggling as she welcomed another batch of horny goblins, her blissful cries soon muffled by a cock or three stuffed into every one of her holes.
‘Yup, this is pretty awesome too~,’ Peppermint thought, her skin soon stained with more cum and sexual fluids. ‘Why did I ever fear any of this?’
***
“Ya hear? They say the elves’ are gettin’ close with a deal with Nick.”
“Aww, why? What’ll happen to us if the elves return to work?”
“No idea. Nothin’ good, I reckon…”
Peppermint’s ears twitched as she listened to the girls gossiping by the water cooler. She took a sip from her coffee before moaning, feeling Cinnamon’s long, agile tongue pushing far into her moist pussy. She placed her hand against the glittery, brown mane of hers, pressing her face tighter against her crotch. She squeezed her thighs gently together to inform her friend she was doing a good job.
‘I wonder what that means?’ Peppermint thought, leaning back against the wall as Cinnamon ate her out. ‘Perhaps they’ll turn us to normal again?’
Then again, Peppermint wasn’t sure what was normal anymore. It felt like it’s been ages since she came here, with every waking moment blurring together into one giant orgy. What little time she didn’t spend fucking the goblins was either spent on showering, eating, or screwing around with Cinnamon. By god, it felt good. As curious as she was to see what kind of person she was before all this, Peppermint wasn’t sure if she felt ready to give that up. Besides, even though they were little more than living cum dumps, the union still paid them well. Peppermint hadn’t looked too closely at the contract she unavoidably signed when they brought her here, but it was surprisingly good.
For now, it didn’t matter. Peppermint leaned back, smiling as Cinnamon pushed her towards the edge, using her gecko-like tongue like a pro. She took another sip and enjoyed herself, her body warm and ready for the next shift.
“A cock a day, huh?” Peppermint said, shuddering and gasping as she came, dousing her friend’s face with her juices.
“Mmm, yum~!” Cinnamon said, licking her lips and looking up with her wide, yellow eyes. “My turn, my turn~!”
“Fine, but we better be quick. The next shift’s only minutes away,” Peppermint said, soon getting on her knees and burying her face in her friend’s cinnamon-scented pussy.
“Mmm, perfect~,” Cinnamon moaned as she pressed Peppermint’s head into her crotch, feeling the soft lips and long tongue moving over her warm, wet folds.
***
“Alright, everyone! Gather up!”
The atmosphere in the room changed quite drastically when the elevator doors opened, and the girls didn’t get greeted by a group of testosterone-riddled and horny men on the other side like they expected and hoped. Instead, Lazlo’s wide-waisted figure walked out with a pair of his goons, soon getting up on an improvised podium for him to speak from. A series of groans and complaints spread across the room as the girls started to gather around, with some not even bothering to get up from their beds and continue to masturbate instead.
Peppermint got up and joined the crowd, with Cinnamon beside her. The two girls stood there, idly rubbing their breasts or tweaking their nipples as the infernal heat ravaged their bodies. They planned on the shifting being here by now, ramming them full of man-meat, and since they weren’t, their libidos were bubbling out of control. Peppermint endured, her pussy aching for another go while she massaged her breasts. Cinnamon wasn’t doing as well, with the brunette almost falling to her knees from the arousal.
Lazlo cleared his throat as he saw the girls gathering around him, his fat fingers tapping his waist, and he took a puff from his cigar.
“So, I got some good news an’ some bad news for ya,” he said, his booming voice echoing through the area. “First off, the bad news.”
It astonished Peppermint how attentive the girls were. Usually, they’d be little more than a moaning mess right before a shift arrived, but now they listened to everything Lazlo said. Well, not without squeezing their tits or masturbating, though. The tension grew in the room when the goblin boss mentioned the bad news, with a few girls exchanging a few looks. Lazlo paused and took a long puff from his cigar, letting the smoke trickle out from his fat lips.
“As of today, we ain’t workin’ for Ol’ Nick anymore,” he said, causing gasps and murmurs to spread through the crowd. “He an’ the elves finally cut a deal an’ they’re back to makin’ the toys again startin’ tomorrow.”
“W-What about us?!” one girl said, the redhead looking almost like she’d die if she didn’t get her daily dose of goblin cock each day.
“Calm down, everyone! I ain’t gotten to the good news yet,” Lazlo said, trying to prevent the horde of horny goblin girls from panicking.
“Eh, what’s the good news then?” another said, the black-haired girl meeting Lazlo’s gaze as she forced one of the other girls to eat her out.
“Well, startin’ tomorrow, we got a new contract workin’ for the Tooth Fairy,” Lazlo said, a grin spreading across his fat face. “The ol’ hag hired us to sort through and catalog her Tooth Archive, an’ by my estimates, it’ll take a few hundred years.”
Lazlo clapped and rubbed his fat mitts together, staring at the crowd of girls. A mix of confusion, joy, and curiosity washed through the group. The fat goblin waved his hands to calm everyone down again, clearly not done talking.
“However, this causes a bit of a problem. Ya see, since we ain’t workin’ for ol’ Nick, I can’t force anyone brought here using the naughty list to stay,” Lazlo explained. “So, ya got a choice! Anyone who wants to return to bein’ a human again, step onto the elevator an’ I’ll send ya right back home. The rest stays here, in The Pits. We’ll connect this subdomain to the Tooth Fairy’s home tomorrow, an’ things will continue as before. All ya gotta do is continue suckin’, fuckin’, and whorin’ as usual.”
Another murmur spread through the crowd as Lazlo stepped down from his makeshift podium and returned to the elevator. The doors remain open, with the fat goblin waiting for anyone to take up his deal.
“Oh, an’ this ain’t a one-thing deal. Startin’ today, anyone who wanna quit is free to do so, but ya ain’t gettin’ any union benefits an’ ya lose out on any bonuses ya accumulated.”
Lazlo stared out over the crowd and waited, his fat food tapping against the steel floor as he waited to see if anyone wanted to get out. Unsurprisingly, no one did, and a grin spread across his face. Peppermint stared at him, her mind racing as his words sunk into her brain. She could get out if she wanted to. She could return to being human again. But did she want that? Peppermint felt Cinnamon pressing up against her body, the horny brunette moaning into her ear as the girl’s hands began to explore her body.
“S-So horny~…” Cinnamon moaned, clearly not thinking or caring about Lazlo’s deal.
‘Should I stay? I mean, I shouldn’t be here. Right?’ Peppermint thought, her mind hazy with arousal as Cinnamon rubbed her breasts against hers, the green hands running through her swirly red-and-white ponytails. ‘I should leave. It wouldn’t be right to stay like this. But…’
A soft moan slipped from her lips as Cinnamon squeezed her breasts, her horny friend clearly in the mood to blow off some steam now that the shifts weren’t coming in today. God, it got so hard to think. Peppermint felt guilty as she thought about staying, as if someone would judge her if she wanted to be a green-skinned slut for the next hundred years. But no one would. Right? Peppermint realized no one would blame her if she wanted to stay for another few days. Well, maybe for another few weeks. Or months.
A soft smile spread across her lips. Peppermint didn’t need to decide. Honestly, she didn’t want to. All she wanted was to enjoy herself, stay with her friend, and enjoy some green dick for a while longer. So, that’s what she did. Peppermint kissed Cinnamon back as the entire group stopped listening and staring at Lazlo to instead focus on their bodily urges. The previously attentive group soon turned into a frenzied orgy, as it always did when a shift came in late or had to work overtime.
As for Lazlo, he grinned, chuckling as he gestured for his goon to close the door and take them up again. The doors closed, and the elevator began to ascend, with the fat boss staring down at the room full of horny union girls.
“Always the same,” Lazlo muttered as he puffed on the cigar, letting the smoke seep out through his nicotine-stained fangs. “No one says no to bein’ part of the Union Relief Program…”
Peppermint stared with groggy eyes as the elevator disappeared, with one goblin girl burying her face between her legs and Cinnamon showering her with kisses. The last thing she saw was the brunette’s moist cunt descending on her face, with her lips pressing against the wet, green folds and her libido skyrocketing.
‘I guess I could stay like this for another few months. After all, it’s not like I remember who I used to be anyway,’ Peppermint thought, her tongue diving deep into Cinnamon’s wet cunt. ‘Or maybe another year? Decade perhaps? Since goblins don’t age, I guess I could stay for as long as I wanted…’
The End
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