Birdball

The closer you get to the witch the more obscene her smile becomes. As you get within feet of the witch you are suddenly held immobile by her magic. she quickly releases you, but as you continue to more towards her you feel your already immense weight begin to grow. You also notice that you are beginning to shrink. The witch steps back a few paces, and you struggle to cover the distance. You almost reach her when you suddenly find you are no longer moving. You realise that you fat has engulfed your legs. The witch waves her hand and you stop fattening, but you are now only half a metre tall. "You want him this size" the witch asks the werewolf. "No" growls the werewolf in reply, "bigger,bigger and fatter". You try to fly out of your current situation as you can no longer walk, but, fat chance, your fat's keeping you grounded. The witch hears your escape attempt and rounds on you. "Oh" she cackles, "I wouldn't try escaping if I was you". finishing the sentence, the witch waves her hands and you feel your wings shrink to useless stubs. Another wave of her hand and you begin to grow again, and fatten slightly as well. You stop growing when you are about six feet high, and the fat has engompassed all but your head. "He's all yours now" the witch tells the werewolf, "but get him out of my sight". "Yes maam" replies the werewolf. You feel a pressure on your side and suddenly you begin to roll.

Written by MattII

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