All this work and and all you've got to show for it is huge breasts!

"I hate quests", you say as you set down. Your old red riding hood was destroyed in a conflict involving a Brazilian drug smuggling cartel and the invasion of our dimension by an army of rampaging ogres. You then bought a plain grey hood that was eventually stained back to a nice brownish crimson from all the combat you had recently seen. Your shirt was destroyed when your breasts became the size ddd(and they're still that size). Your butt is the size of two over-inflated basketballs, but you're better off than Luke... he carries 803 pounds of fat. Wiping off the ancient blade of some unknown ancient hero, you step out of the cave with the head underneath your arm. Luke rolls along behind you decked out in the biggest armor ever created.

"Well, we've saved multiple worlds now, this damn well better be the bread mage!"

Several weeks later...

"I'm sorry, but that isn't this particular mage.", Kitty says shaking her head sadly. Another happy mage with a restored head leaves the home, whole once again.

"I'm sick of this! I'm just going to... to... ", you say, nearly bursting with rage. You do so hate long quests!

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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