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"Ughn. Now I remember why they call them Nutcrackers," Chris grunted as Nathan pulled firmly on the ribbons of his corset, causing the many loose, individual pieces of the suit's torso to slot together into tight alignment. The cold ceramic codpiece crushed against his junk.

"It's the same size the rest of us get, dude. You know if you stopped squirming like a little bitch, this'd go a lot faster," Nathan grumbled.

He bent his friend over the table the Store used for gift-wrapping and pulled the silk stockings up his thick plastic thighs, tying the festive bows that held the garter in place, which in turn kept the leg plates firmly socketed into the chestpiece. He held up the slender gauntlets for Chris to slip his arms into and fixed them into the shoulder joints. The suits were puzzles of interlocking parts that had to be applied and removed in order. It meant that, once donned, it was less likely for the thing to spontaneously fall apart, leaving the actor stark naked in front of customers like the infamous incident of '82.

Now that Chris was encased, he was easier to work with. Nathan began to pull the rest of the crimson Nutcracker uniform over his friend's curves.

Christmas had come again to the Store and the dolls were back out in force, delighting the customers with their 'animatronic' antics. After their very public Valentine's Day punch-up, the two boys had blown off some steam (among other things) and were back on speaking terms, though had been disciplined by being stripped of the cushy reindeer positions. They'd been demoted to Nutcrackers, a far less glamorous, exhausting role that involved patrolling the shop floor, helping customers to wrap gifts or mutely pointing them toward an item they couldn't find. More work, less pay, and the two men had to flirt twice as hard to attract the same number of tips from the clientele.

Chris looked down at the festive thong nestled snuggle over his flat crotch. "Maybe I could put in a request for a bigger codpiece on medical grounds," he pondered. "I mean it can't be good for fertility, right?"

"I didn't realize you and Chloe were that serious," Nathan scoffed. "You'll be setting up a doll union next." He affixed the last clips. Hooking a finger into the doll's corset ribbon, he yanked it back. It teetered clumsily into his embrace. "So about today's game plan. I figure if we get there early, we can stake out the spot near the main doors beneath the mistletoe. We'll be raking in the dough."