You can't be serious.

You look around. Everything's pretty much the same. You stretch and get into one of the bunks. You lie there for a little bit, listening to the sound of Peter's snoring below you.

Wait.

Below you? You sit up and hit your head on the ceiling. You're on the top bunk. The one reserved for fat guys. You leap down to the ground, hoping that the magic hasn't begun yet. It has. You curse, and run to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, you hold completely still. You stare at your reflection for a few seconds, with no change occurring. You sigh with relief, and turn to leave.

But as you walk towards the door, the room seems to get smaller. You groan and look down. Just as you thought - you've started growing. You give up. You can't deal with this any longer. Something inside you breaks, and you scream and bash your fists against the walls, sending the fat in your arms jiggling. You look back to the mirror, and see the leprechaun smiling back at you.

"I could fix this, you know." He tells you.

"Shut up. It's your fault I'm in this situation in the first place."

"I can help you."

"You think I'm going to fall for that again? I may be gullible, but I'm not an idiot. You'll just make this worse." you slump against the wall. "And you said yourself, the fat guy gets the top bunk. I guess I'm destined to be the fat guy." You rub your growing stomach, feeling the now familiar rolls of fat. "If you can do anything to ease my suffering, then I'm all ears."

The leprechaun grins apologetically. "I can't make you thinner, but I can do the next best thing. I could make it so that you enjoy being the fat guy."

You shrug. "May as well. I should enjoy this while I can."

The pixie nods, then snaps his fingers and disappears. As the green dust falls around you, you close your eyes and take a deep breath in. "Here goes..."

You open your eyes, and look down. Judging by the size if your gut, your not even close to your previous weight. You grasp it with your hands, testing its weight, bouncing it around. You turn to the mirror, and admire your growing figure. Your shirt still fits, although your growing belly is beginning to stretch it, forming a large bulge around your midsection. Your arms have grown slightly thicker, and your chin and cheeks are growing steadily. Then your chest swells, and your rock-hard pecs soften into moobs. Your pants slowly grow tighter, as your ass and thighs begin to fill with fat.

You call the leprechaun back. "This is going a bit too slow." you tell him. "Could you speed it up a bit?"

He nods, then snaps his fingers to summon the dust.

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