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The phone rang. A familiar name called:

'Alarm'

Christmas Eve is here, and it's got him feeling a little more festive than usual.

He brings his bag out as he goes shopping. He wasn't going to the mall or your ordinary small shoppe, though. He was going deep into the corners no one was willing to go. All to fill his bag.

He walked into a small building in disrepair, keeping look for any vendors.

...

It was night already. This was no ordinary night for the guy, though. He could not rest even if he wanted to. On this specific night every year, something weird happens to him, and this time, he was going to wait for it to happen.

His legs' bones started to feel different. There was no pain, but it was enough to capture his attention. He pulled his jeans down. His legs were becoming a black, shiny material. His feet started to change, too, toes fusing together into an oddly familiar shape. He started to take an unguligrade stance, his whole lower half turning into black... latex.

He pulled his underwear down to find a tail growing. The tail was pretty thin, ending with a thick point. It drove attention to his own bottom, which had a single cheek, no expected hole or crack, just smooth latex. He checked his groin to find nothing but smooth latex there too. Strangely, he didn't feel naked one bit with his underwear off. In fact, he felt a little more comfortable, his lack of junk clearly visible.

This was certainly part of an event, and his curiosity kept him paying attention to the revisions being made to himself.

His belly began to feel a little smoother as well. Removing his shirt, he was able to see his abdomen become dark grey spandex. The sides of his torso also became spandex, the synthetic material manifesting all around his upper body. His breasts became featureless spandex with nipples gone, his back became spandex, it was getting him more... festive.

His arms became spandex, too. The fingers began to fuse from 5 to 3 each, being made out of black latex to contrast with the rest of his upper body. His hoof-like fingers felt... more normal, like he was always used to them.

He had no time to mess with his latex hooves as an extra pair of limbs came out. 2 wings made out of latex sprung out, wingspan a bit wider than his armspan. He could feel the air hitting the wings, the cold weather not able to impact his mostly organless body.

His head began to clear, mind blank, festive Christmas thoughts filling it up. The gift of giving got to him as all of his facial features and hair disappeared under the spandex. The joy of opening a present in his mind as black latex horns grew out of the sides of his head. The miracle of each gift being thought of as his head restructured to be caprine. The thought of entering chimneys passed as the air did to his spandex region that used to be a face, nothing but joy all over.

Looking in the mirror, he saw nothing more than an essential part of Christmas tradition staring back. The last remnant of his previous state pressured him to take a selfie. One tap with his hand captured this part of Christmistory into his phone.

The last of his former self also groped his blank nether region, stroking as the smooth latex of his crotch felt good against his latex hands. No naughty action was going to stop him from delivering, though.

Out he flew, big bag in hand, filled with anomalous items.

Crash!

He landed on a fireplace machine, unable to move it over. Out of options, he squeezed his spandex and latex body through the small hole, as well as his big bag. Dropping like he was a steamrolled object, the flattening was not at all painful, but pleasureable. He wasn't made of flesh and bones anymore, just pure Christmas joy.

'I thought Kwamp handled the naughty boys.' remarked a resident of the home, naked. Kwamp pulled out a pair of underwear from his big bag. This was no ordinary black underwear, of course, it was a sexy one. Also a permanent life changer. The human had a suspicion something was up.

'Why don't you try it on for me?' he asked.

Kwamp wasn't having it. He shoved the underwear up the human's legs, tightening it around his crotch. A bulge grew, but so did the underwear.

The human's facial features faded into featureless blue spandex, like the rest of his body. He tried pulling his underwear down, but it was not only glued to him, but permanently fused. He naughtily stroke his cock bulge, with no way to free it.

Noticing the extra naughty activity, Kwamp could not resist. He slammed himself on the spandex brief man, making him fall on his back. Kwamp than sat on him, squeezing both his own crotch and the brief crotch of brief man over here. Both of them were feeling naughty in the sourdough regions, neither with a free dick out. Kwamp decided to take this encounter further. He put his hoof foot on brief man's face, rubbing it around.

Brief man felt no pain, no matter how squished his face was. As the hoof of Kwamp pushed, brief man felt more and more horny, making the tent on his permaunderwear grow tall.

Kwamp, feeling brief's tent on his own latex crotch, flipped over, putting both feet around brief's head. Now Kwamp was able to hump his own crotch on brief's, while putting his head on brief's socklike feet.

Both were filled with naughty energy, their new bodies never seeming to have a limit to how much they can handle. This also means they would be at it for a very long time.