Santa Claus is personally monitoring the toy factory again.
It's still early June, so the workload is still rather lax and the mood among the workers is pretty good.
Santa laughs as he rubs his big bouncy belly, and waves at the working elves.
The elves all cheer and laugh at the presence of the jolly old man.
All elves but Tinsel, who's been having some… personal meetings with the big boss recently.
Santa catches a glimpse of her uncomfortable self, and squints ever so slightly. That's enough to make her flinch for a second and force a fake smile at him.
"Oh, if it isn't little Tinsel!" Santa says in a cheerful tone. "I think I'll be needing your help again, today. Come over to my office after your shift."
"Y-yes, Mr. Claus." Tinsel says, with clear distress in her voice, which the other elves don't even notice.
Santa expresses his charismatic smile, and walks away.
"Wow Tinsel, you're so lucky!" One elf innocently says. "You get to hang out with Santa Claus himself!"
"Y-yeah…" Tinsel says, pretending that's true.
Later at Santa Claus' Office, the small elf girl Tinsel stands by the door in cold sweat.
She knows what's going to happen after she enters it, but she has to.
Tinsel opens the door, and meets Santa Claus sitting on his big chair.
"Little Tinsel! I almost forgot you were coming today. Come on in and close the door behind you. Don't forget to lock it!" Santa says with a wink.
Tinsel complies, and walks over to Santa who is already eagerly standing.
Santa Claus then picks Tinsel up with ease, lifting her up to his face, and proceeds to lock into a sloppy kiss.
Tinsel closes her eyes and winces as Santa rubs his big thumbs over her nipples.
"Aah! You made me wait too much, you fucking slut!" Santa says, his cheerful voice completely gone.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Claus." Tinsel says, on the verge of tears.
"Look at how hard you've made me." Santa Claus says, dropping his red pants to reveal his enormous dong, almost as big as Tinsel's arms.
Tinsel salivates