The mushed pastry, dipped in warm milk, slides pleasantly down your throat. The same warmth flushes through your body, making your hips and chest feel tight against your clothes. You unconsciously cross your arms and legs together, huffing in satisfaction at the treat.
"This is delicious!" You declare, Carol beams at your praise. She gives you directions to a bakery in the Elf Village if you feel like having more, before she waves you off so she can tend to the reindeer. You walk away with a bright smile, feeling warm and fuzzy... As the smooth, silky, beige-coloured fur spreads from your belly - Coating your girly hips and budding A-cups with a fine and healthy layer of reindeer pelt, not that you're aware of it.
You find to your delight that the reindeers on the ranch are much friendlier than you'd expected, despite their oddly human features. You rationalize it as some sort of wig-and-dye work when you spot some of them slowly losing the hair and the colours dulling away, and give no more thought to it. You allow them to crowd around you, letting them welcome their latest addition to their herd. Playful licks and affectionate nuzzles surround you from all sides, some of them even nudge and tug you towards the stables as if to invite you to shed those layers and join the group for some private fun.
The wondrous, ever-present warmth and fuzziness spreads even further - encompassing your limbs and crawling up your neck, You suddenly have the strangest urge to give in to the instincts seeping into your mind...