"...perfect! So you'll be here in a couple hours or so? Thank you! Goodbye!" the red mage said happily into the phone before hanging it up. Sneering, she turned to the Iron Maiden next to her. "There's the first part of our plan! Now we wait until the two get here...which'll be right at dinner time. We'll get to see that woman finally out of the picture."
Putting her fist into her hand, the Iron Maiden smile. "We'll finally be rid of her ire for a while! Everything will run smoothly...she's been a pain in the ass as far as training troops and politics go. She won't go into the assembly, which means we all get booted aside with the Nays."
The mage took a cookie from a nearby platter and bit into it, savoring the chocolate chip. Swallowing, she smiled. "Yes...but that's why we're taking control of this train now, and we're gonna make it run on time."
"Heh heh..."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A series of sharp knocks echoed throughout Overlord Priere's castle, prompting the Red Mage and the Iron Maiden to rush to the doors, yelling, "We'll get it, Mistress!" to Priere. As they neared the door, the two breathlessly shoved them open, revealing the two girls in all of their *ahem* girth.
If the person reading this knows what Adell's Mom looks like, that's kind of what Nanaka looks like. Except she has a regular demon motif, with a heart-shaped tail, and instead of Mom's short hair, she has wilder, shoulder-length, black hair. However, that's not the ONLY thing that sets her apart. She's over 300lbs, with her simple clothing stretched over an enormous bosom and a backside to match. Her pants barely contained her burgeoning thighs, which were topped with fat, wide motherly hips. A generous belly protruded from underneath her heavy rack, complementing the immensity of her hourglass figure. Her chubby face smiled in greeting as she smoothed out what she could of her apron, which looked like it was plastered onto her enormous body. "Hello! We're the proprietors of Ambrosian Flan, and you called us for a job as head chef? Oh, by the way, I'm Nanaka, and this is my daughter Hiruko."
Her daughter was just as large as she would be, if the little shaman was full grown. Nanaka had seemingly wrapped Hiruko's chest and her pelvis area in bandages to save her daughter's decency! At 200lbs, the shaman looked obese for her 12 year old body. Her pudgy body was quite round, and her thighs just as thick. She had well-developed breasts because of how much fat she had accumulated on her small body. The red mage seethed with frustration inside...this girl was younger than her by at least 300 years, and yet she STILL had bigger breasts than her! Such a fat cow...the good thing was, Overlord Priere was about to join her. Hiruko looked at her shyly, and simple looked at her huge belly, swirling the dirt with her plump feet. "H-hello..."
"Yes! Well, come on in! It's about the time when we start preparing our Mistress's dinner, so you can get started right away!" the mage said, trying to be friendly. Still seething at the size of Hiruko's chest, she led them to the kitchen. "Here's the kitchen...so when can we expect dinner to be ready?"
Nanaka looked oddly at the mage. "Why? Is there something important that you need?"
"No, just that I want to be able to schedule a checkup on you and your daughter's cooking," she said sweetly. The truth was...
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