“Well? Do you think they’ll fit? I think they might be a bit small, but I do love how rubber stretches over Santa’s thick arms when it’s a bit tight on him, don’t you agree, Claude?”
Claude didn’t say anything. Marty took the pair of shoulder length rubber gloves and slapped them across his face.
“Fucking answer me, bitch! Do you think they’ll fucking fit?”
“Please…Just let me go. I’ll just disappear, he’ll never know what happened to me, and you can have him, I don’t want him, I don’t want this…”
Claude looked to the left and right, where his arms had been, until Marty had separated them from his body with those same rings which had removed his cock, coated both of them in rubber, and reshaped them into the gloves Marty was now swinging from one of his hands. He was propped up against the wall, balanced carefully, since his legs were also gone, turned into the thigh high waders which were currently laying on the elf’s bench.
“Oh Claude, you see, I’d happily send you away, but the only problem is, like all of us here, you’re now immortal, so you can’t be out of the picture forever. Santa can be…tenacious when he wants something. Of course, once I mindfuck that fat fuck so he loves me like a fucking puppy I doubt he’ll give a shit about where you went, but I’d rather stash you in a place where I don’t have to worry about you causing trouble, like I did with Mrs. Claus–but no one knows about that but us, of course, and you won’t be giving away any secrets soon.”
Claude started sobbing, and Marty sighed, wiping his eyes, “Oh Claude, don’t cry! This is all your fault, don’t forget. You’re just getting what you deserve for stealing Santa from me. And since I’ve spent the last year frozen solid, stuffed up both your asses, well…I’m sure we can find something similar for you to do, though I think you’re going to be stuck for more than a year.”
“No, please don’t make me a dildo, please…”
“Oh Claude, I was thinking of something quite different. And Timmy did promise you an unlimited supply of elf cum after all. No, I’m thinking of something else entirely.” He set the gloves down on the table and then began rummaging around in some boxes, “Now where is it? I was going to work on it and perfect it this year, but the prototype should work just fine for what I have in mind…Ah ha!” He dug around in a large box and hauled out something that looked like a slick, two inch diameter rubber tube with a funnel at the end. He walked over, and Claude noticed something else–it was flopping about, but more than it should be. When Marty came up to him, it was still moving on it’s own, the tube end sweeping around until it pointed towards his face. “What do you think? Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“What the hell even is it?”
“It’s a rubber parasite, a very special one. I’ve imbued it with nanobots, and when it infests a host…well, maybe I should just leave it as a surprise, eh? Now open up Claude.”
Claude shut his mouth tight, and Marty laughed, brought the end of the tube next to his lips, and the rubber started forcing it’s way into his mouth, squeezing between his clenched teeth and forcing his mouth open, squirming around his mouth for a moment before snaking it’s way down his throat. He tried to cough and gag and shout, but the tube shut off his airway, and he started choking, squirming as the funnel planted itself in his mouth, and then, suddenly he could breathe, and he gasped for breath–though he couldn’t speak a word with his mouth gagged by the funnel.
“Looking good, now let’s see about the other end…” Marty said, and lifted Claude into the air. He could feel the rubber squirming around in his gut, but it felt like it was doing more than just working it’s way into his stomach. If anything, it felt like his guts were changing form entirely. Without warning, he suddenly felt like he needed to shit, and the tube slipped out of his ass, dangling half a foot from his hole, searching around for something. “Perfect! Now, let’s get you installed…” Marty kept him up in the air, and then pushed him against the wall at the level of his waist. The rubber tube hardened, the head condensing into a drill, and started pushing it’s way into the wall, finding the nearest pipe and joining up with it. When Marty stepped away, Claude stayed stuck to the wall, suspended on the pipe, squirming a bit and trying to figure out what was happening inside him.
Marty watched his struggle for a moment, and then he saw the next stage take hold. Claude struggled less, his eyes losing focus, the nanobots done changing his body, and now focusing on his mind. “Well Claude? Here you are. Your new home–my private, personal urinal and cumdump,” Marty said, whispering in his ear, “Those bots are going to go quite a number on that head of yours–a bit too much damage in my opinion. Still, I don’t think you’re going to miss those brain cells–a urinal only needs to be thirsty, right?”
Claude nodded dumbly. He was thirsty. Really thirsty, in fact. The thirst was pushing everything else to the side, it was all he could focus on.
“Yeah, that’s a good cumdump. I think you’re going to be very happy here. Let’s see…I think that funnel is just about done adhering to your mouth, so how about I give you your first load of piss, eh?”
Claude nodded, and watched Marty pull out his cock, aim it at his funnel mouth, and let loose a blast of piss. He didn’t have to swallow, it just slid right down his rubber throat and into his gut. To his surprise, he could taste everywhere on his funnel, and the piss was bitter and acrid but he couldn’t imagine drinking anything else. Well, other than sweet elf cum, of course. He was just a urinal after all, urinals didn’t need anything other than piss and cum. He felt the piss settle into his new gut, which was really just a massive holding tank where his parasite would feed off the piss, growing stronger, before releasing it out the tube in his ass and into the sewers below. He had to feed his parasite, he had to…it was the only thing that would keep him alive from now on. He owed the parasite his life. What would he do without it?
The parasite was happy with the piss, and it allowed Claude to orgasm, and he shook and shivered on the wall, pleasure ripping it’s way through his simple mind. Marty was stroking his elf cock now, saying words, but Claude was having a hard time understanding him–all he wanted was cum. Cum and piss, but cum now, it was spraying from Marty’s cock across his face and into his funnel, dribbling it’s way down into his gut, where it belonged.
Marty shook the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock, and looked at his happy urinal. He’d love to keep it flesh, but it would be too recognizable, so he got the bucket of liquid rubber and started spreading it in a thin layer across Claude’s body, just enough to turn his skin to rubber without rubberizing his whole body. He applied a bit more to the face, smoothing out the eyes and ears, removing the beard and hair, until it was just a generic head shape–utterly unrecognizable. Of course, Claude wouldn’t be able to see or hear anything through the rubber, but Marty didn’t think he’d mind for long. Taste would be far, far more important to him. He fed his urinal another load of piss, watching it shiver with pleasure, and then went back to work on his gift for Santa. With Claude out of the way, Santa would have to love him. But just to make sure, Marty wasn’t going to let him have a choice in the matter, anymore.
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