>Visit Patchouli one day to borrow somethig from her library.
>Notice she'd been getting a bit chubby lately.
>Koakuma mentions that she's been trying to get her NEET of a master outside for some exercise.
>Tell her I have just the trick. Just need her to whip up a discrete sleeping elixir and follow my lead.
>Hang around for a while, read a book on how to do magic, get that elixir from Koakuma with her looking like she's trasing me,
>Oh hey, it's tea time.
>Patchy decides that while i'm here, I might as well join her.
>Why i'd be delighted.
>Once the tea and cake arrive, make a signal under the table for Koakuma.
>She notices and "accidentally" trips and knocks over a cart of books.
>Patchy goes to chastise the demon to be more careful.
>Slip some of the elixir in Patchy's tea.
>The magician comes back and we enjoy our little tea time.
>Right up until she starts feeling drowsy and passes out.
>Damn, Koakuma. Got the fast acting stuff, didn't ya?
>Well, whatever.
>We strip Patchy down to her underwear and tie her to the chair.
>Of course we make sure her hands are tied and her mouth is gagged.
>Koakuma calls up Sakuya to make a really fancy cake to bring to the library.
>When the head maid arrives, naturally she's questioning why Patchouli is tied up like that. Even gets her knives out and ready to turn me into a puncushion.
>Koakuma, bless her heart, quickly comes to my rescue and explains that I have a plan to help tge magician finally get exercise.
>Sakuya calms down, nods, and wishes us luck, and leaves a couple slices of the most impressive looking cake I've ever laid my eyes on.
>Even she wasn't a makd, she could very well open up her own bakery.
>No matter. Koakuma and I take our seats and wait.
>A little later, Patchy finally comes to.
>She's surprised and struggles in her chair while looking angrily at us.
>Then she sees the cake.
>Koakuma and I grin so hard it'd make a faggotcat blush.
>We instantly dig into the cake and start eating it slowly.
>We ham it up, saying how delicious this cake is and making moans.
>Koakuma looks like she's practically having an orgasm from this cake.
>To be fair, it is a really tasty cake.
>Needless to say, this gets to Patchy.
>She struggles in her chair, twisting and turning before tearing up.
>"Aw, sorry about that Patchy. Do you want this cake?"
>She nods.
>"Really want it?" I ask as I bring it enticingly closer. The smell wafting into her nostrils.
>Just as she leans forward towards the tasty treat, I quickly slip it away from her.
>"TOO BAD! Wanna know why you can't have this cake?"
>She just glares at me.
>I saunter right over and grab her pudgy belly with both hands.
>"BELLY BELLY BELLY!" I chant out as I getting squeeze and shuffle her gut around. "You need exercise, Patchy! You. Need. To. Get. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
>She's tearing up and is looking furious at me as I continue my onslaught.
>After i'm done bullying the poor girl, I tell Koakuma to finish off the slices and to untie the magician after i'm gone.
>Take the book I came here for and head off on my merry way.
>Don't see Patchy for a decent while after that day. Maybe I might've been a little too hard.
>Come back to the library.
>It's quiet.
>Quieter than the normal quiet of a library.
>Something doesn't feel right.
>Find Koakuma hiding behind a bookcase with her hands over her head and trembling.
>"Hey, what happened?"
>She's barely audible and just makes P sounds over and over.
>Man, what's got her spooked.
>All of a sudden, a massive hand falls on my shoulder and squeezes it tight.
<"Well well, if it isn't Anon."
>You slowly turn your head back and see a mountain of muscle with Patchouli's head.
<"I have to thank you, anon. I took your advise and exercised. Boy, did I exercise."
>Oh gods, Fatchouli turned into Fitchouli.
<"Oh, and another thing for back then."
>She puts me into a headlock and squeezes tight.
<"Don't tease me by denying me cake that that ever again. Got it?"
>You nod as best you can before your vision goes black.
>You recovered quite well and things have mostly returned to normal.
>Aside from Patchy lifting full bookshelves and running us ragged to git fit, that is,
>All's well that end well?