Weights and fates alter

You grunt. "OK, I'm going to stop this RIGHT NOW. I want to be normal sized, normal looking, and back home." You grab the nearest spell book off a rack and check the index. "Weight-change... page 2319... sounds solid."

Yo gather ingerdients- a patch of hair, a few dragon scales ("shake it off, Roger"). Oddly, there's only half-a-portion of newt slime, but you figure it's good enough and toss it in. You mix it up and spread it over yourself.

Your inflated belly empties like a balloon, and your sausage-limbs shrink to a normal size. "Ah, that's much better... What's going on? This is weird..."

A shimmering circle has appeared in front of you... and it sucks like a black hole. You're pulled in, and land in... a warehouse. "Well, that's weird." A large, flickering projector screen turns on behind you. A wolf-man appears on it. "Hello, sir. You have won our competition, and get anything and everything you've ever wanted in this warehouse. We WILL pop a few random things in front time to time, but otherwise, enjoy yourself. Just think of something and it'll appear. Oh... and this may sting."

"OW, shit! That hurt!" you say as a needle pricks your neck. "Ah, it did. Sorry."

Well, you get whatever you want for the rest of your life. Sah-weet.

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