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A Little Bit of Selfishness

Edit: Added a couple more lines and changed the title. Formerly titled: Siegfried (Santa)

This was also in the works for about 8 days. I wanted to get it out before 2020 as like a final story for the year, but decided against it since I just had no motivation.

However, as a result of this getting pushed back , the theming doesn't really apply anymore.

So this instead became a story that I really wanted to be proud of to start the new year! And it shows with it being 4.2k words and being proofread (only once but still lol)

Only real gripe is feeling like I didn't have enough WG description? Though at this point I've just been failing in that area no matter how hard I try I feel.

Really wanted to emulate the silliness yet seriousness of Fate and I don't think it was a terrible result; hopefully it doesn't feels too FGO specific, which I know a lot of my followers don't know anything about. But eh, Siegfried deserves the love, so I'm glad I got this fic out.

Anyways, rambling over, happy new year and thanks for sticking with me for so long! And for new followers, thanks for joining!

P.S. I really hate this title lol

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"Master…." Struggling with his hat, the fabric dangles uncomfortably on his horns before he gives up. Sighing, Siegfried glances down at his new attire offered to him by Gudao. His hat falls down to the floor. A large warm red coat and matching red pants, they both are finished with white fabric; his coat also has white running down the middle. A black belt contrasting the bright outfit, it matches with his black boots. The outfit specifically tailored to him, the back is cut out for his tail and wings along with his curse. His muscular fit figure is for once hidden by the loose clothing; his defined pecs and abs are also no longer on display with his closed coat.

"I am not fit for the title of Santa," Siegfried picks up his santa hat off of the floor, fussing with it once more. Placing it back on his head, he yanks it down; it tears against his horns. The hat sits safely on his head with it skewered.

Now fussing with his outfit, Siegfried picking at it, he makes a face as he struggles with that too, rearranging it to no avail.

"Perhaps you should ask another servant to be this year's Santa," Eyes widening, Siegfried blushes and averts his gaze as Gudao grabs his hands.

"You're perfect as Santa!" Gudao proclaims, smiling down at Siegfried. "And this year…" Spinning, Gudao jumps and spreads his feet, arms on his hips. "I'll be your reindeer!" He shouts with a grin on his face, fanfare emanating from some unknown location announces his role. His costume the bare minimum, it's comprised solely of an antler headband. His outfit is instead the opposite of holiday cheer unlike Siegfried, Gudao wearing the magus uniform.

"The other Santas will be upset, won't they?" Siegfried asks, a slight frown adorning his face as he continues his fussing, his costume wrinkling.

Gudao waves his hand dismissively, snorting. "Nah, it'll all be fine I'm sure!" Siegfried doesn't have the heart to turn his master around, Altria Alter, Jeanne Alter Lily, Attilla, Quetzalcoatl, and Nightingale all standing outside Gudao’s open door. Their hands gripping the doorway, Siegfried purposely avoids eye contact with them,

"Will I be delivering presents?" Siegfried stiffens as all five Santas glare at him.

"You don't have to. You already did basically that all your life. You're Santa just for fun," Gudao's answer appeasing to the murderous Santas, they silently slink away, their master none the wiser. "This is a time for you to relax,"

"Thank you, master," Siegfried smiles up at him. "But why must I wear this outfit?"

"Cause you'd make a great santa, I just know it. Siegfried the Santa, or Santafried. Or even Sanfried for short!" Gudao exclaims, stars in his eyes. Siegfried hears fanfare and lighting coming from behind himself, the music pathetically quiet before it sadly dies out. "You're nearly perfect for Santa!"

Siegfried catches the pivotal conditional word in the sentence. "Nearly?"

"And that's my cue, your reliable exposition giver and plot coupon! Ta-dah," Merlin popping up in a puff of white smoke, Gudao coughs as it fills up the room, fanning the air in front of his face with his hand.

"Did you like my big entrance, master?" Merlin smirking, his Cheshire grin grows further as Gudao glares at him. "Anyways, while master may believe you contain the important components that comprise Santa, you are missing one key component," Pausing, Merlin laughs at Siegfried's confused expression. Siegfried glances back between Merlin and Gudao "For you see, what is Santa if not round?" Crickets suddenly chirping, neither of them respond to his question.

"Santa is fat. Dense people like you aren't great for feeding off of," Glumly clutching his staff to himself, Merlin brushes it off. "That's why master here offered to let me feed off of him! And it was either you or me and well, survival of the fittest and whatnot," Merlin casts a spell at Siegfried. Siegfried feels the effects instantly.

Balance offkey, the spell taking a hold on him, Siegfried questions Merlin. “All the other santas are as skinny as their regular forms. And their outfits don’t even look like-”

Merlins tsks, shaking his head. He pulls out a graph from nowhere. “This is the demographic, as you can see,” Merlin points with his staff. “The current demographic is mostly straight men and considering how they are-”

“No need for the social commentary here!” Gudao shoves Merlin, tearing the graph apart. “Especially not from you, sexual harasser,”

"Well, time for my grand exit for an amazing grand-," His obnoxious comment interrupted by his own screaming, Merlin falls to the floor as Fou comes barreling through the door and kicks him down. Clawing at the floor, Merlin shouts for his master as Fou drags him away.

"Fou fou!" Fou growls, Merlin's coat in between his teeth.

Gudao closing his door, him and Siegfried are now the only ones in his room, both in the privacy of it.

Siegfried's stomach gurgles. Uncomfortably warm despite his cold reptilian self, he continues clutching his stomach. Huffing, he reaches to his face, his hand coming back sweaty. Disoriented, his bleary eyes barely make out Gudao standing in front of him. A guiding hand offered, Siegfried hesitates. Taking a step by himself, he stumbles over his own tail. Gudao catches him by the arms. Accepting his master's help, Siegfried clutches onto him.

"Sorry, master," Huffing, Siegfried trudges his way to Gudao’s bed.

"Umm, this was all my plan? You shouldn't feel sorry about this," Gudao averts his gaze.

"I forgot," Siegfried blandly replies. He sighs as Gudao helps him sit on the bed. "I blamed it on Merlin; everyone seems to find him a nuisance," His forehead incredibly warm, the sensation feels foreign.

"Yeah," Gudao agrees. "But he's great in combat, so-"

"Unlike myself," Siegfried holds back a grunt as the extreme warmth in his body spreads. He clutches his stomach, the soft fabric warping under his grip.

"You're always on the team though!" Gudao shouts as he grabs Siegfried's shoulder. "Sure you're on the back row, but not just any servant can claim to be in every battle. And yeah, you may struggle out there, but it's okay," Gudao pauses before grabbing Siegfried's hand instead, clutching it.

Siegfried shakes his head. He glances at Gudao, seeing two of him. "It's not okay, I-"

"You can be even better than just another fighter on the battlefield. This is actually a promotion! You get to be my personal pillow!" Prideful, Gudao smirks down at him, brimming with joy. "A job only you can fulfill!" Reaching for Siegfried's head, he fumbles with the hat before removing it. He gives Siegfried's head a pat.

Merlin's spell seems to react to the statement, the beginning stage complete. Siegfried furls and unfurls his wings, desperate to release some energy with the magic building up inside of him.

Outfit once roomy, the extra fabric slowly becomes necessary as Siegfried begins to bloat. Unable to do much at all if even anything, Siegfried remains seated. Soft plush clothes a strange sensation on his body, the feeling grows stranger as Siegfried feels his body push and pull in all directions.

Stomach bubbling, he feels his once flat abs accumulate a bit of pudge. The sensation foreign, he pushes down on it as his stomach continues its growth. The mass expanding, it knocks at the edge of his coat, his outfit tight on him now. Pants end up filled with Siegfried's thighs, the pudgy cellulite spreading across the bed as his ass straigns the back. Brand new moobs, Siegfried grabs them, holding back a moan from the tender new flesh. Gudao’s hands on his body, Siegfried turns towards him, his face flushed.

Mind barely able to form words, it races as it tries to figure out what to say, a different feeling of warmth bathing his heart from the touch. Shutting his eyes tight, Siegfried keeps quiet as he feels the growth continuing, Gudao leaving two satisfied pats on his belly.

Lightly tanned skin pokes out as it pushes his coat. Clutching his once loose belt, Siegfried is unable to get it off as his body continues to expand and throw him off. The belt tightens its hold on Siegfried, his billowing fat warping around it. Hands on his stomach again, Siegfried opens his eyes. At his current size, he can barely see Gudao over the load of lard making up his stomach. Only the top of Gudao’s head is visible. His master undoing the belt, Siegfried's gut lurches forward with the dam now broken. The mass nearly hits Gudao in the face, narrowly missing him. Gudao ignores it, instead hugging Siegfried's stomach, rubbing the sides of it as Siegfried's growing stomach pushes him away. His coat unbearably tight, the ripped opening isn't the only damage it suffers. The small sleeves constrict his girthy wings for arms; the fabric tears at his armpits, little holes soon plugged up with the swelling of his fat. Siegfried's growing rolls push his arms further up and up at an angle.

Stomach growing, it makes the perfect shelf for Siegfried's moobs. A once defined broad chest residing there, it was kicked out by the new inhabitants, two large swollen saggy moobs replacing it. His coat not strong enough to contain such girth, Siegfried pulls at the edges in vain. His large chest exposed, his light blue markings are warped and stretched as it travels from his stomach to his neck.

His neck now blubbery, the ring of fat constricts his movement as his stomach constricts his vision of his legs. His tree trunk legs slightly get covered by Siegfried's roll riddled expanse of a stomach. The uncovered portion squeezes out from underneath his gut, fat sagging and squishing against each other. His ass sits behind him, the mounds rising like fresh dough as his pants continue to keep them contained despite a tear running straight down the middle. The elastic band of his pants have their own limit, the material constricting and squeezing his fat. No belt or button to aid in its chokehold on his waist, Siegfried merely holds back his groans from the discomfort.

Huffing, Siegfried lets out strained breaths as the weight of his own body rests on him. Small gasps escape his lips as his master pokes and prods his body, lingering touches left all over his body. He blushes from said contact.

"Merlin outdid himself…," Gudao mumbles, his face agape with a blush on his cheeks. He grabs Siegfried's fat addled cheeks, pushing and pulling them, fascinated as Siegfried reacts, Siegfried blushing himself, his eyes are half closed. Gudao’s hands on his arms, Siegfried goes to stand up. Instead he ends up with a hand against his chest. Confused, Siegfried understands once his master helps him move back, his back against the wall.

Siegfried's stomach growls. Gudao stands in response, smiling.

"I'll go-" His eyes widen. Rubbing his eyes for good measure, his eyes remain wide as Siegfried groans and clutches whatever part of his body his arms can reach at this point. "M-more?"

Siegfried can't help but share his master's sentiment, Merlin's spell ridiculous in its effect. A pile of fat surely can't be what anyone would wish for. His breasts growing and taking up his vision even further, Siegfried sighs as he catches a glimpse of his master. Gudao’s shock and concern is gone; he instead clasps his hands, swinging on the balls of his feet.

Siegfried's already large heavy body grows in its immensity. Each limb and part of himself feeling so heavy and obstructed. Shifting in his spot, standing up a dangerous prospect, the bedsprings creak under him as his thighs spread like batter.

His master's bed only meant for a single person, Siegfried's body begins to overtake the mattress, his body wider than it with his fat sagging off.

Feeling so puffed and stretched out, Siegfried shakes his head as he feels the spell leaving him. Disorientation gone with it as well, he takes in the gargantuan immensity of his form.

Unable to see them but clearly able to feel the way they sag and pull down with gravity's help, Siegfried can sense the size of his jowls. Each one rotund. His neck now containing rolls lining the entirety of it, they squish into one another as Siegfried attempts to look down.

Only getting a view of his breasts and stomach, Siegfried grimaces. The once defined blue markings on his chest appear distorted, warped from his fat. Clothes meant to properly fit in the spirits of the holiday instead were torn, each piece just resting on Siegfried's new corpulent body with his outfit in complete tatters. Well defined chest and abs now seem to have never been a feature on Siegfried, or even appearing in the same room as him. Moobs wider than watermelons, the massive knockers dig into his recliner sized stomach, his stomach even rivaling a loveseat. His stomach's crevices and rolls rise and fall with each breath Siegfried takes, his stomach folds shifting and slapping each other. His stomach covering everything in its wake, his lower half unable to be seen but clearly able to be felt, he can only sense their width by the way they also fall off the edge of the bed and how the rolls of his stomach shift and fold around his immense thighs. Shelf of an ass behind him, Siegfried can feel the way they compress against the headboard, fat rearranging itself to occupy the large space it needs. His back rolls do the same, Siegfried at least grateful for the cool touch to contrast the utter warmth that fills his body.

"I have some clothes for you!" Gudao unfolds the fabric, the sheer length and width of it making him spread his arms to their widest span. Siegfried's mouth open, Gudao answers his oncoming question. "Da Vinci made these! She said they were super high-tech since they can't tear, not even your curse will tear it," He parades around the shirt, holding it higher and peeking his head out from the side. "It was only 30 saint quartz, too! It was a steal," Gudao’s smile brightens, eyes closed from the sheer joy.

Siegfried keeps his comment of Da Vinci stealing from his master to himself. Especially considering how much his master values the precious saint quartz, a single missing saint quartz the start of a crazy search led by his master. A Witch Hunt had been Siegfried's first name for it before his master asked him to never utter such words once he returned from Salem, but the meaning was the same.

Still, his master effectively proudly claiming 30 saint quartz was nothing for him is a bit heartwarming despite making Merlin curse him. Several grails offered to Siegfried and numerous other items, perhaps he had been blind to his master's favoritism towards him, Siegfried finds himself feeling.

"Merlin can always change you back," As if hearing his name, the scumbag known as Merlin walks through Gudao’s door. His cape torn and ripped from Fou's vicious attack, his body is littered with scratch marks.

"Cath Palug was no match for me," Merlin proudly exclaims with a smirk. Sniffing, he perks up. "Looks like it worked! Now that I don't have to carry Siegfried on the battlefield with Hero Creation EX, my job is easier and now I get some wonderful emotions from you two," Merlin licks his lips while he rubs his hands. "Guess this is going to turn into a poly-" Merlin lets out a small oof as he bumps into Gudao’s outstretched hand. "Ah come on, I'm sure this is exactly what you wanted to happen," Merlin lets out an exaggerated pout, his body hunched over. "I'm always out on the frontline, you know how exhausting that is on me? I may be a mighty Grand Caster, but I can only do so much when I have deadweight who can barely do damage. Siegfried doesn't even have any team skills, so he's useless outside of lancer nodes!"

"Merlin...," Gudao clenches his fists, back stiff as he stares at Merlin. Merlin turns his back, hiding his smirk.

"And he's bond 10, you don't even need to use him anymore," Merlin fakes a heavy sigh. "Well, he's no Fionn that's for sure. Poor generation stats, weird deck combination, I mean, 2 quick, 2 arts, and 1 buster? I can only do so much. At least dragons are kind of common," Merlin taps his chin thoughtfully, humming as he thinks.

Sensing the room again, Merlin feels the boiling emotional presence from his master's and Siegfried's anger cooling down, the lightly stinging sensation of annoyance budding instead. Smirking, Merlin pats his stomach.

"Well, I've had a decent meal from that rush. It’ll take a boatload of food for Siegfried to get a decent meal. That’s more effort than me making him decent, I’m no miracle worker after all,” Merlin the miracle worker skips away as he hums; Merlin ends up stopped by Gudao holding his arm. Gudao glaring at him, Merlin beams, more emotions for the road a treat. "So you do want me to join. I'd be-" Gudao dragging him out of the room, his words when he opens the door makes him freeze.

"Fou! I found Merlin!" The sound of scampering paws fills Chaldea's Halls.

"Well, I guess that's my cue!" Saluting, Merlin breaks into a dead sprint.

“Fou Kyu!” Fou right behind Merlin, he chases after him.

Gudao sighs as he closes his door, wiping his hands. "Merlin's taken care of. But he can't change you back right now. Once the New Year comes around, I'll make him do it!" Bustling around Siegfried, he grabs the cloche on his nightstand, Siegfried not noticing it.

"It's small but hopefully it'll keep you satisfied for now," Gudao smiles as he unveils the food. "I know servants don't technically have to eat, but I did some research on Germanic food from around the time of your legend so I made krapfen but today's version of it," Bringing the plate to Siegfried's face, he places it on his moobs. The dish only comprised up of three fried pastries, Siegfried doesn't have the heart to tell him that he doesn't recognize them. But his confusion gives him away.

"Ah, I figured that it'd be unusual considering the origins of Nibelungenlied contains some historical basis way before the medieval times but I based my research on that time period…," Gudao speaks to himself, not giving Siegfried a chance to speak up. "But I hope you like it?"

The treat shoved into his mouth, Siegfried chews at it, the powdered sugar dusting his lips. The fried confectionery sweet, the tart jam in the center balances it out, the food surprisingly delicious.

"It's delicious, master," Eyes widening, Siegfried winces as he realizes he spoke with some food still in his mouth, chunks of the jam getting caught in his sharp teeth.

"I'm glad!" Gudao getting closer, Siegfried's malleable fat bends from the contact. Allowed to nibble at the second one, the contrast of sweet and tart lasts longer on his tongue, the scrumptious food rather addicting. "Last one," Gudao plucking it off the plate, Siegfried’s open maw ends up crammed with the last one, all of it entering his mouth at once.

Cheeks full, he can barely close his mouth to chew, the effort far more than expected. Crumbs falling down to his moobs, the crevices catch them, a light sprinkle adorning them. Throat dry, swallowing each morsel is harder than the last, Siegfried feeling each piece slowly descending down.

Once he finishes the last bit, he lets out a sigh, one not too far off from contentment.

The praise and affection apparently not enough, Gudao pats Siegfried's hair, placing the plate back on the nightstand.

"That's just the appetizer! Let's get you prim and proper to go to the dining hall!" Gudao standing up, Siegfried's eyes widen.

"Master, wouldn't you rather enjoy spending this evening together?" Keeping his eyes on his master, Siegfried mentally commands his face to not blush, unable to deal with other servants reacting to his size. If Astolfo saw him like this… He refuses to consider their actions in such a scenario.

"Fine," Gudao crosses his arms over his chest. "Merlin can change you back tomorrow," He huffs. "So I'll make sure to enjoy today, Emiya should be on cooking duty. Wait here," Gudao excitable as ever, he rushes out of the room.

Siegfried now alone, he straigns to lift his hand on the headboard. His arms difficult to bend with fat built up around his joints, moving them is a chore. Getting leverage, he slowly twists his body, bed creaking. Standing up, his body feels so different with nothing to support his astonishing weight.

Gut sagging down, his arms are unable to fully hold it all. Lifting it up, the weight of it is more than his sword, Balmung deceptively heavy. Letting it go, the pull of it nearly topples him, Siegfried flapping his wings to not fall over. His expansive gut jiggles. Sighing, he waddles to his master's desk, his new change of clothing left there. Thighs chafing, each heavy step causes his rolls to jiggle. His undefined ass wobbles back and forth, the massive rectangular masses jutting and sagging far out. His tail drags on the floor, the appendage having grown in width as well. A wide berth needed, Siegfried bumps into the desk, his stomach bouncing back and jiggling. Grabbing the pair of clothes, they seem to activate, the clothes floating and wrapping itself around him.

Taking the form of a simple t-shirt and shorts, they cling to his fatty form. Perfectly sized, they simultaneously show nothing yet cover nothing, the fabric caught in each roll of his. The shorts outline his new fat pad, the bulging mass feeling strange.

Glancing at the chair, Siegfried reconsiders sitting down, his ass wider than the chair.

The door opening, Siegfried turns around, thighs widely waddling to pull off such a maneuver.

"Emiya kicked me out," Gudao pouting, he pads his way to Siegfried. Letting himself fall onto Siegfried, his head uses Siegfried's moobs as a cushion as he hugs Siegfried's stomach. "Said I'd use up all of Chaldea's rations with my ideas," His voice is muffled as he speaks into Siegfried's fat.

Siegfried blushing, three times wider than Gudao, he clears his throat. "Master...," Siegfried trails off. Pensive, Siegfried lets his thoughts trail off, finding the new sensation somewhat enjoyable, especially with his master's enjoyment contagious, the act of traveling through numerous singularities not insignificant to their bond.

“Would being moderately selfish be so wrong with an entire life as a human spent fulfilling others' demands?” Siegfried finds himself thinking.

"Perhaps I can stay like this for a couple of days?" Siegfried lets out, pressing his tongue to his teeth to calm his nerves. Gudao removes himself from Siegfried. "Only a couple days," Siegfried clarifies. Though Gudao’s radiant expression remains plastered on his face.

"Of course, whatever you want!" Gudao grabbing him by the hand, his hand ends up wrapped around Siegfried's pudgy bear claw of a hand.

Siegfried hesitates, eyes shifting. "Perhaps some more krapfen, master?"

"Got it! Krapfen coming right up," Siegfried smiles, Gudao’s difficulty in pronouncing the word despite enunciating and slowing down endearing to him. "They're easy and don't require much ingredients, but if Emiya tries to kick me out, I'll just use a command seal," Grinning, Gudao salutes Siegfried before rushing off to complete his mission.

"Master, don't waste…" Siegfried trails off, Gudao already gone. Sighing, he shakes his head with a small chuckle. Gingerly testing the bed, Siegfried sits back down on the edge. Fat pooling around him, the position offers a different sensation of his immensity. Blushing, he clears his throat.

"Only a couple days," He reminds himself. Yet the warm feeling of being coddled and waited on remains in his heart.

Gudao's coddling on the battlefield merely felt like pity, Siegfried indeed needing support. And despite Gudao’s consoling and praise towards him, he couldn't help but feel as if they were hollow, not deserving of such praise and affection.

And while he had been roped and forced into his current predicament, his master's overt display removes all doubt, his master indeed fond of him.

Siegfried looks to the door, Gudao already back.

"Maybe I can extend staying like this, only a couple more days," Siegfried thinks as his master comes back with more krapfen, the few he asked for instead a dozen and then some. The sweet fresh scent reaches his nostrils, Siegfried refraining himself from licking his lips. A bit offered to him, Siegfried’s new train of thought only strengthens with it.

"I'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be," His master beams down at him.

Siegfried only lazily opens his maw, feeling voracious all of a sudden as he can’t wait to polish off the rest of the plate. Gudao rubbing his stomach, Siegfried looks forward to the rest of his first day out of however many he wishes.

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