December 26th, 2018.

“People just aren’t the same anymore: everyone just wants the hottest tech or clothing line these days. And it’s not just the adults, it’s little kids now too.” Santa Clause bemoaned as he plopped into his high-back armchair in front of the crackling fireplace. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, glancing over at his wife click-clacking away beside him. “What are you still working on?”

“Oh, just some debugging.”

“Debugging? You mean, like for code?”

“Yeah. After last year’s Christmas, I came across this old movie where this average guy got God’s powers. Anyway, to avoid getting bombarded by prayers all the time, he compiled them into a computer program and that made me think we could do the same.” Mrs. Claus turned her laptop screen toward him, littered with code before flicking across windows, displaying various bar graphs, pie charts and a world map. “I had the elves learn programming during the offseason. It’s taken a while, but now I can even sort the data by various demographics like age, gender, race, occupation, education level, prominent interests and most importantly of all: what they want for Christmas. Pretty cool, right?”

“That’s a very… modern way to do things.”

The buxom blonde threw him a dirty look, “Says you. Most of our elves don’t even handmake gifts anymore. They all use state of the art equipment in dedicated facilities now. And when was the last time you went down a chimney? Usually invisible drones just deposit the presents and you only visit the really good kids in person.”

“… yeah, maybe I’m just out of touch.” The portly man murmured melancholily, staring into the flickering flames with a gloom expression.

After a pause, Mrs. Claus’ set her laptop aside, reached across the short gap separating their identical armchairs, placed her hand on his arm and spoke in a kinder tone. “Honey, is everything alright? I didn’t want say anything because bad years come now and then, but for the past decade it feels like your heart hasn’t really been in it. Do you have something to tell me?”

“It’s just… I feel like I’m not giving anything special. No one’s going to think fondly of the year they got the iPhone 11 Pro, when they got the XS last year and are going to ask for the 12 next year. I want to give them something they’ll remember and cherish for the years to come. A mind-blowing experience that’ll give them shivers whenever they think about it. And yeah, I do well with the kids in that department, but what about all the adults of the world? What can I give them that’d take their breath away? Make them stop and stand still amidst the hustle of life?”

Silence. Then, a thought came to Mrs. Claus’ mind. She leaned toward her husband and whispered into her ear. Although skeptical at first, Santa Claus found himself increasing intrigued the more he listened, until he realized that this was the only way to save Christmas.

December 24th, 2019.

It’d been a long, arduous year, but he’d done it. All the refused gingerbread lattes, the HIIT workouts and the morning polar bear runs had led up to this moment. Begone, comically large pot belly. Hello, washboard abs. Stroking his recently trimmed white beard, Santa Claus admired the culmination of a year’s work in the mirror: a body that’d make Calvin Klein models explode with jealousy. Needless to say: tall and handsome with a dash of ruggedness was always in season.

Also, being a fictional being helped.

He felt a twinge of discomfort upon examining the modified sleeveless top laid out for him, glad the elves had kept the white fluffy trim. Thankfully, they’d listened to his concerns about how skintight leggings would make repeated dressing and undressing needlessly troublesome, so the only change to his pants was a reduction in waist size. A gentle knock on the doorframe alerted him to his wife’s presence, the similarly transformed blonde carrying a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk toward him with a warm smile.

He couldn’t have married a better woman. A caring wife who truly sympathized with her husband’s plight, Mrs. Claus eagerly partook in her husband’s new lifestyle. She was beautiful before, but now the blonde bombshell’s hold over her husband hand only intensified with her own similar transformation. As she walked over, she playfully nudged his hip with her barely covered bubbly bottom, teasing him with the holes he’d pounded tens of thousands of times in the past year. ”You’re going to need to screw me senseless at least 2 dozen times in a row before you even think you can give all those women out there a night to remember!” She’d stated after their first workout together, the statement that’d rekindled their sex life into the bonfire it was today.

“Remember to pace yourself and stay hydrated! Don’t spend too long with any one girl. Just fuck her silly then move onto the next.” Mrs. Claus piqued as she fed her husband a chocolate chip cookie before reaching down and giving him a solid grope right on the crotch. “And make sure enough energy for a round with me when you get back.” She added with a girlish giggle, giving Santa’s crotch an encouraging grope before planting a kiss against man’s cheek only to gasp pleasantly when the man’s bear-like hand squeezed her succulent behind in return.

They glanced at their reflection in the mirror, appreciating just how damn good they looked for a couple nearing their 1750th anniversary. Washing down his cookie with a swig of milk, he planted a kiss against Mrs. Claus’ cheek before throwing on his signature hat and heading out. A horde of workshop elves cheered and chanted his name as he made his rounds, culminating in a short speech where he declared that this year would be the best Christmas yet. When the thunderous applause had finally abated, Santa Claus finally headed toward the stables.

-and immediately passed by them without so much as a glance to enter the adjacent aircraft hanger housing the futuristic behemoth cobbled together from blueprints his elves had stolen from Area 51, NASA, and Elon Musk.

As the supersonic aircraft started up, Santa checked that his appropriately renamed reindeer were comfortable for the ride. True, they didn’t go out as often anymore and only for the best of children, but he figured they’d still appreciate the breathtaking view from the comfort of their heated stalls. Settling into the pilot’s seat, he waved cheerfully at his stunning spouse standing on the sidelines before he took off into the clear, starry night. A smile brimming with holiday cheer spread across his face; the very embodiment of Christmas spirit as his blue eyes glowed at the thought of memories yet to be made.

After all, nobody would forget the Christmas when they got an orgasm from Santa.

Santa Clause gives all the wanton sluts of the world the hard holiday Christmas dicking they’ve been craving but can’t get themselves.

My Profile

No Chat. Only PM! Let’s talk things out first as there’s a lot of possibilities with this!