Magik's Christmas (WG)

Magik stood in front of the roaring chimney while she smirked. "Operation "Crush Christmas" is going to plan, Mr. Scrooge." She spoke on a walkie-talkie while sensing the jolly gift-bringing fat man sliding down the chimney.

She got ready as the good old St. Nicholas wobbled his chubby buns through the hole and popped out. "Ho-Ho-oh?! Well, Hello there! You look like you could use a candy cane! What do YOU want for christmas this year, my dear lady?"

>"Your head on a plate, Mr. Kringle. Scrooge sends his regards, comrade." She perked her lips and readied to strike...but she was stopped dead in her tracks as she was handed a heavy gift in a wrap.

 "Well? Open it up!" Magik blushed all over her cheeks as she shook the box a few time. "A gift? For me? " She ripped apart the paper and tossed the bow aside before staring down at the present. A scale. A heavy duty one at that.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT, YOU GREEDY CAPITALIST?"
>Santa just smirked and stared at the ballooning stomach squeezing from out of her black spandex get-up as countless floppy pancake folds piled up on her child-bearing hips while her face widened and ballooned out.

"Not yet. You will be. You see...Mrs. Claus was killed by one of your associates...and I have been looking for a replacement..."

>Magik gasped in horror as the gurgling of her stomach overtook her senses while she stepped on the scale with a creak and felt her bloated belly apron squish and slap against her pudgy kneecaps while her bulbous and round butt cheeks widened until they would get stuck in any chimney.

"...So...This is Mrs. Claus? Well, Hubby..." The scowl slowly turned into a smile as she nuzzled against his cold red nose and licked her lips. "Let's go deliver some toys to all the needy and unfortune kids...and get some cookies! I'm starved!"

 She waddled forward with Santa Claus wrapping his arm around her waist. Hey, who said that Santa never gets any presents?