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When you wake, after what feels like hours, you find yourself in some sort of bedroom. You get up out of the chair, and your feet immediately take the strain of your increased size. You stagger, finding it hard to walk as your thighs scrape together. You lean against the wall to recover, and discover that you've stopped growing. Not that it helps - you're still huge. You grasp your exposed belly, feeling as it flows and bounces over your frame. You see a mirror in the corner, and walk over to it in order to inspect your body closer. Upon reaching it, you find that you are completely naked - your growth destroyed all your clothes. Luckily your collosal gut covers your lower areas, so you are saved from complete embarrassment. You press your hands into your sides, and they sink wrist deep in blubber. You try jumping, and although you don't get very high, the impact sends your body rippling, and pierces your feet with daggers of pain. You place your hands on your chest, pressing your moobs around as you inspect your face. You have at least ten chins, which completely hide your neck, and your cheeks are plump and round. You turn to get a look at yourself from the side, and realise just how big you are; your gut droops down to your knees, and sits about an arm's length away from your spine. You can't even touch your belly button anymore. Your ass is also huge, and it forms a shelf which encompasses most of your lower back. You check the rest of your body for a few more minutes, then decide to find some clothes - you don't want anyone to find you naked, especially the archaeology team. You search the drawers and closets in the room, and find lots of different pieces of clothing in different sizes. You put on some underwear, then find the largest shirt possible and attempt to pull it down over your belly. It doesn't get very far, and you have to stop when it's about halfway down your gut. You find some pants, and put them on. They're snug, and very much so - when you bend over, they start creaking and stitches begin tearing. You sigh in exasperation. You can't find any shoes, so you decide to go barefoot. Then you call the leprechaun back.
He appears in a sparkle of dust on the mirror. "What will ye be wishing for now, fatso?" he's grinning and laughing with glee at your discomfort.
"I wish I was thin." you tell him.
"Sorry, laddie, but ye made a permanent wish. Perma-wishes can NEVER be undone, under any circumstances."
"But I didn't even ask for it to be permanent! You did that yourself!"
The leprechaun shrugs. "Same thing."
"Look. I don't care how you do it, just return me to my original weight." you stop for a second. You can swear you just got a major case of Deja vu, but whatever, it was, it's too late for you to go back on it. The leprechaun snaps his fingers again, and....
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