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"No," you say, "you're not generous." You take a hold of your now-loose shirt. "I want to be able to fit into my shirt. Properly."
"Very well then," says the leprechaun. He snaps his fingers, and your clothes shrink to fit you.
"This isn't what I meant!" you yell.
"Then what did ya mean, ladie?" the leprechaun acts sorry, but you can see his eyes twinkling. Not a good sign from a leprechaun.
"I wanted you to make me bigger, so that I fit into my shirt. I didn't want you to make the shirt smaller." you're pissed.
"Fine then lad, here ya go." the leprechaun says. He snaps his fingers again. You look down, and see that you haven't changed.
"Leprechaun," you say, "Is it me, or ARE YOU TRYING TO PISS ME OFF???!!!!" you reach out and grab him. "I just don't want to be this thin. Fix it."
The leprechaun smiles, and snaps his fingers yet again. You feel an extremely strange sensation run through your body. Then your clothes begin to tighten again, but this time it's you changing. You look down and see yourself starting to bulge. You grin, and let go of the leprechaun. Then you realise that you're bulging in the wrong places for it to be muscle.
"Ye never specified HOW you wanted to gain weight." the laprechaun grins. He pokes your growing gut, and laughs manically.
"You're mad." you tell the leprechaun. You try to walk away calmly, with the leprechaun still laughing like a madman behind you. You look down at your body again, and are shocked to see that your belly has already grown too large for your shirt.
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