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You feel the pressure of your increased mass, and grin. You feels the rasp of your fur rubbing against itself. You look down. Indeed you are lycanthropic, and a very bulky one at that. You chuckle, and flex, dropping the leprechaun.
Oddly, you don't bulge the way you think muscle should. It's... softer. You twist to examine yourself, and are horrified when your sides crease up into large rolls. You rub your middle, and with a sinking feeling note the prominent curve.
"WHAT?" you yell, grabbing a double handfull of your fat frame to make sure you aren't having some kind of nightmare.
"Well," says the leprechaun pleasantly, "It was the fact that yer clothes were all loose n' baggy that had ye in a tizzy. That I be fixing for you." Your clothes certainly aren't loose any more, but whereas you'd been expecting rippling muscles to fill them out, they are in fact bulging with puppy fat. Overflowing when it comes to your waistband.
"But, but" you stammer, incoherent with rage. "That's not what I meant!" you howl. The leprechaun raises his eyebrows. "Well, now, that canne' be no fault o' mine. I did just what you be saying. You're a lycanthrope that be filling his clothes."
"Change me into a werewolf. And a decent one this time!" you snarl. Unfortunately, being fat makes you even less impressive than when you were a weed. The mad little man skips away from your clumsy lunge. "Ye're cute when ye're angry, don't you know? And don't you know that you should never let go of a leprechaun. If you want a wish, you'll have to catch me." He laughs and sprints off down a passage.
Great. Now what?
Written by Lupine