Goblin Wives - North Pole

Goblin Wives -- North Pole Part 7a

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The nap before the briefing to the High Chancellor had been almost too long. Having rushed to the Council Chambers just in time made Eliza aware of how tired she was. After the briefing to the High Chancellor, she returned to her offices for a longer nap. Results from the medical evaluations or any of the other analysis were still in work and she needed the rest.

Eliza was trapped in disjointed visions of the fat elf, her three guests, a reporter, and a supersized sperm chasing her and trying to impregnate her. The fat elf was starting unhappily at it. Her guests were cheering it on. The reporter was trying to interview it. And Eliza was preparing to be mounted by the giant sperm with its enormous cock when she was awakened by multiple strong knocks on her office door.

Looking at the clock, she had gotten two hours of rest. Checking herself quickly, she called out for the person knocking to come in. There were two people, not one: a doctor from the medical team and one of Timothina's best chemists. Eliza motioned for them to sit in one of the available chairs.

"So, what brings you two here? Do we have any results from the tests?"

The chemist responded first. "Chief Inspector, we have preliminary results and findings. The contamination vector was NOT the furs. Instead, the numerous gifts the former Santa gave Mrs. McGillicuddy were covered with a skin soluble oil that carried the chemicals it was testing on her. We've given information regarding both the oil and the chemical data to the medical team. Additionally, we've determined that the furs and the possessions of the three transient females can be cleaned. They weren't in the house long enough and did not appear to come into direct contact with any of the contaminated items. Most of the non-metallic and porous possessions of the permanently resident female and the house itself are not salvageable. We have secured all the items the former Santa gave and are performing additional analysis."

"Any recommendations regarding the unsalvageable items and the house?"

"Burn it!" The chemist unhesitantly replied.

More fun, Eliza thought, after the Workshop was dealt with.

The doctor resumed the conversation. "Chief Inspector, basic lab results are in. Unfortunately, they are inconclusive. We have two primary theories, but no effective way to test if which or if either are true. Firstly, the chemicals may have been designed to ensure Mrs. McGillicuddy's continued frigidity and asexual behavior. Alternatively, it may have been designed to test Mrs. McGillicuddy by trying to increase her libido. Regardless of Mrs. McGillicuddy's current sexual activity, the former Santa was confident enough on Christmas Day, after five months of exposure, that she was either sexually neutered or was so frigid and asexual that his drugs couldn't overcome her resistance. Thus, he offered her the position of Mrs. Claus with all the restrictions of near total separation and forbidding any sexual activity of any kind."

"Doctor, so how does this relate to their current condition?"

"Unknown. Mrs. McGillicuddy was the sexually repressed component. It appears her daughter, neighbor, and the reporter were all much more sexually inclined. Only the daughter seems to have shifted her sexual preferences from men to women, specifically her mother, the neighbor, and the reporter. The neighbor is sexually curious with a specific crush on the reporter. Without talking to the reporter, we can't make a firm evaluation, but it appears her sexual interests are larger women that have certain physical attributes. The neighbor is a contradiction as she does not meet any of the physical attributes the other two do."

"What is the current risk? Do we need to keep them isolated? If so, how long? Are there any other findings?"

"Chief Inspector, removing the sources of the chemical exposure should eliminate any risks to them or others. It does not appear that anything is transmissible from person to person based on all the samples we have taken. Once the reporter can be tested and cleared, I don't expect they will need to be held beyond that. However, there are several anomalies we still want to monitor."

"And those are?"

"Mrs. McGillicuddy is lactating. There is nothing in her milk that appears anomalous, however the two other women regularly nurse to both consume the milk and relieve the pressure in her breasts. Her lactation only started once she became sexual. She is also a consumer of her own milk as the two share a portion. While the milk appears normal, what is not is their extreme satisfaction in consuming it that is independent of the sexual act of sucking on Mrs. McGillicuddy's breasts. We have tested samples on several lab animals, who also show a strong preference for her breast milk over regular food. We suspect it is tied to a favor profile, but again, nothing appears anomalous in the samples we've tested."

"The last item is also unusual. All three women are changing. Mrs. McGillicuddy and her daughter are larger women with exceptionally large breasts. The neighbor is much smaller, is petite, and has smaller breasts. She also wears glasses. The two larger women are slimming down somewhat, such that their waist size has shrunk significantly, and other attributes have been enhanced, largely by the loss of fat mass and increase in muscle mass. Mrs. McGillicuddy's weigh is decreasing more than her daughter's. Contrarily, the neighbor has gained some weight. Her hips and bust are better defined and her waist is the same, but firmer. In other words, she's curvier. Additionally, her skin is clearer, and her eyes are improving to the point that I expect she will not require glasses by the time they are released. Cause for these changes is unknown given the brief time and lack of physical mechanisms to enact them."

"You still think they can be released?"

"Certainly, as long as we are allowed to periodically provide medical checkups. I expect that could be easily managed as they already know that Mrs. McGillicuddy's house was contaminated by the former Santa."

"Thank you, is there anything else? If not, thank you."

The two left, leaving Eliza to her own thoughts. Damn! They need the fucking reporter. Hopefully, the High Commissioner and Smolder can make that happen quickly. Looking down at reports, she noticed that "The Donor" and the extended Hightower family were firmly ensconced in Isadora's Palace. She also hoped they'd find a way out or her contact in the Palace could help. The Queen is a power hungry bitch and she's probably trying to coopt "The Donor" to be her personal sperm factory.

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Smolder was in her lesser hybrid form, which she also used when giving the news conference. It was the one she was most comfortable in when indoors. Smaller wings, smaller body, but still the overall draconic form with claws, a tail, and a draconic head. The greater hybrid form was just too large to easily move around and the full Wyvern was only suitable for outdoors. The humanoid form was annoying, but occasionally useful, and a form she expected she would have to take and stay in for a while.

Reclining in a custom built chair, she was watching the Channel 8 news feed and observing Ms. Brittany Williams. Tapping a claw against one of her fangs, she contemplated everything she was seeing. The woman, the refinery fire, her presence, how others were around her, how she interacted with others. A fascinating woman.

Looking at the authorizations from the High Chancellor and the High Council, Smolder reviewed the approved tactics to acquire Ms. Williams and bring her to NORTH POLE. Money always works. Question would be timing. The fire controlled everything. Until it was out, or at least well under control, Ms. Williams was too hot a commodity in every way imaginable.

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