"Alright girls, it's Christmas time! And this time, we have a lovely Miss Santa Claus to fatten up this year. Now, knowing just that about her, we also know that this town, Pot a Feu, actually has quite a number of restaurants that she frequents as well. What does Santa Claus usually do when he gets to someone's house...besides leaving presents, of course~?" The blunette succubus asks, humming to herself as her vassals converse. Listening to them talk amongst themselves, she bounces a trim leg, wondering what they might come up with. One of the mages quickly snaps her fingers, the red mage nodding to herself as the others agree with her conclusion. "Yes~?"
"He eats the milk and cookies kids leave out for him at night! It's one of the big traditions!" She replies proudly, grinning. Clapping her hands, the succubus giggles before looking at the other three.
"okay then~ We know that this Miss Prier is a glutton. I wonder, if a free cookie every meal would get to her faster than she thought?" she asks with a lilting, teasing tone, chuckling softly. One of the shamans catches on, the tanned girl bounding up and down and waving her arm in the air. "Go ahead~?"
"If she's supposed to be Santa, she needs to eat the cookies! And if we can sponsor a new bakery to go with the udon shop in town, she'd have no choice but to eat them! WE get her hooked first, and come christmas eve, when all the kids get cookies for Santa, ours will be the best and cheapest, she'll scarf them down in no time!" The tanned girl giggled before pulling her skull down over her head, a little embarrassed at her outburst before the Lilith pats her head and smiles warmly. Another happy nod this time, and the two giggle in synch.
"Very good! And one last thing...how fattening should we make the cookies? WE can't go instant-huge, not this time. And perhaps we should...amplify her strength a little. So that way, when her building-sized frame comes over, she can still walk fairly well despite her bulk~!"
The last girl chimed in happily, "How about ten or twenty pounds apiece? That way she bulks up quickly, and we can layer on a strength spell to keep her fit enough to waddle! That way, even when her feet are beanbag-sized, she can still stomp angrily as she tries to fit her thighs into the kids' houses~"
They all had a good chuckle at this, knowing that bulk was the least of Sister Prier's worries. Oh yes. By they time they were done, she might have trouble fitting a toe into the front gate of Cresson castle...
And thus, the succubus and her vassals began to plot and scheme, and her servants started to weave magic the likes of which La Pucelle would be unprepared for. The smell of baking wafted through the castle halls, and through the shadows, one could see their dastardly baked goods start to come to life...
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