try to make it better

"ye called laddie?"

"Yes" you sight. "every single wish i make you twist it around, i don't think i could make one wish right, but I'd like to make one wish."

"How do ye know I won't twist this one to?" the lepracaun said smugly.

"I don't, but i think you'll grant thiss one." you say. "I wish that I was a gainer, and enjoyed being fat. But I decided not to gain any more as soon as i got to 450. And all my family, friends, and fellow workers would know this about me, and be allright with it." you say. You can't beat him in a whish, so, why not just make yourself live with it.

"This'll be fun, laddie, wait and see." He snaps his fingers and green dust falls around you. All of a sudden, you look down at your body and see fat! And how much you love how fat you are! Your suddenly hit with memories from a reconstructed past. You were fat as a kid, and people picked on you, but you really liked being fat. So you decided to gain wieght. So, now here you are, 26 years old, and 450 pounds of smooth jiggly baby fat.

You feel your pajamas mend themselves and grow to fit around your large waist and stomach. But you remember that you love to go around without your shirt, and show off your fat all the time, so without a thought, or feeling slightly embarrased, you slip off your pajama shirt.

"Thanks leprechaun." You say, and move your hulking body back to the bedroom were all the other guys were up and getting ready. Everyone seemed to talk to you more, and kept pinching your bare belly, and moobs. You decide you like the feeling. You get finish getting ready, comb your hair, put on new cloaths, and fixed your camera gear. You head out of the house, and back into the castle to take your pictures.

But along the way.....

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