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You leave the Cheesecake where it is. You just can't risk it just in case the leprechaun put it there as a trap. You turn to leave the kitchen, but as you are walking down the corrider you begin to feel extremely sleepy. Your feet (Or paws) drag along the floor. You yawn. "I should find somewhere to sleep..." you begin to say to yourself... You hear some sort of chant coming from the room nextdoor, but before you can investigate, you drop to the floor, snoring.
When you wake up, you are surprised to find yourself in a large, comfortable bed. For a few minutes you don't want to get up, your large gut making you feel slow and heavy. But eventually you come to a decision. "I'm going to have to find that leprechaun in order to fix this." But just as you are climbing out of bed, You hear the same chant that you heard before you fell asleep. With shock, you realise that it is the leprechaun's voice. You listen with your enhanced wolf senses, and you manage to make out the words.
"Wolf of claw and wolf of hair, Gain that fat like drinking beer. Let the fat grow endlessly, Belly growing massively.
Let your face be lost in fat, Your former weight will not come back. Fatty lard will come like rain, You shan't be the same again!"
You are filled with fear as you hear the leprechaun's words. Did he just curse you to continuosly gain weight?! This is bad. REALLY bad. You're already big enough! You grab your huge stomach, just to make sure it isn't growing. It jiggles as you rub your paws over it, bouncing it up and down, testing your weight. With relief, you realise that you haven't grown any bigger. As you wallk towards the door however, you feel a strange bubbling feeling in your gut. It grumbles, and then begins to grow with gusto. "NO!" you scream, but it's too late. Already you can feel the extra weight beginning to pull you down.
Suddenly, you fell the strange urge to watch your weight gain. You notice a mirror that reaches from the floor to the ceiling on the opposite wall. As you walk towards it, you see a grey blob appear in it and get larger. You realise that the blob is your reflection, but you aren't shocked. In fact, you love it. "The leprechaun must have changed my mind, to make me like being fat." you say to yourself. but you don't care. you caress your huge, beautiful belly, feeling it wobble and bubble as it grows. You grin, the smile exagerrated by your double chin, which is turning into a triple chin. Your cheeks have also grown considerably fatter. Then your chest begins to expand, turning into large manboobs. Within seconds, each moob is drooping over each side of your humongous stomach. "I must be at least 300 pounds by now!" the thought makes you grin.
Several hours later, you are sitting on the floor. Your stomach is so big that it anchors you to the ground. Your limbs have grown a lot thicker, as has your neck. Your belly has expanded sideways as well, so you're able to rest your flabby arms on it. "How much do I weigh?" you ask no-one in particular. Unexpectantly, you hear a voice behind you. "You weigh around 900 pounds." the voice says. "So, you're back." you say to the voice. It's the leprechaun.
"So laddie, you enjoying your extra weight now?" he asks. As he talks, he walks around you, prodding your stomach with his finger. "Hell yeah!" you say. You just can't express your gratitude to the little green man. Because of him, you're the fattest person in the world. "Can you make me stronger, so that I can walk around?" you ask. "Of course." says the leprechaun. He snaps his fingers, and you immediately feel your legs grow stronger. You stand up unsteadily, your collosal stomach dragging on the dragging on the ground. You notice that it is still growing. Suddenly you realise something. "How come you're obeying me now?" you ask, "When you wouldn't before; when I was thin?" "Fat gents are more interesting." answers the Leprechaun. "And besides, where I come from, the fatter you are, the more respect you get. That's why I was given the position of wish Granter- that's the lowest job a pixie can get." "I'm sorry." you say. You really are! How could someone survive without being fat? "I have another request." you say. "Anything, fatty." replies the leprechaun. You're about to answer, when you realise he called you 'fatty'. When you were thin, you would've taken that as a huge insult. Now, it's almost a compliment. "I wish..."
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