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Steve, you're being stupid. Stop.

You recover from your buffet at least 3 hours later, finding yourself squashed between your chair and the table. You groan and push the chair back, then attempt to stand up. The effort sends daggers of pain through your feet and legs, and you grimace with pain. You look over at Steve, who's still asleep in his chair, and is at least twice the size he was a few hours ago. You check yourself over, and realise that the same has happened to you - you're even fatter than before! Your belly drapes over your shorts like a huge fleshy apron, hanging past your knees and almost touching the ground. Your breasts are like huge melons, beach balls, even, resting on your stomach and pressing against your shirt. Your arms, legs and face are swollen beyond recognition, jiggling and wobbling with excessive amounts of fat. You groan and stagger, placing a flabby hand on the wall to steady yourself. A grumble from Steve catches your attention, and he wakes up and grins at you.

"Hey. Mind giving me a hand up?" He asks.

"What?"

"I'm stuck. Gimme some help."

You sigh and pull Steve to his feet, and he quickly recovers, crossing his arms over his huge chest.

"So." He says, "What do you think?"

"Think about what?"

Steve laughs and pokes your gut. "Of being fat, of course! Do you like it?"

"No!" you yell. "I hate it!"

Steve shakes his head sadly. "Pity. I was hoping you'd understand me if I made you like me. Too bad it didn't work."

"Wait. YOU made me like this?"

"...yes, I thought that was obvious."

You groan and walk out of the room, heading to a place were he hopefully won't find you. You end up locking yourself in he exercise room, and find the leprechaun there. He looks up as you walk over to him, and smiles sadly.

"Sorry 'bout that, laddie." he says.

"Don't worry about it." you say. "Can you change me back?"

He leprechaun shakes his head. "Only if my master wishes it."

You plop down on a chair next to him and sigh. "Now what."

The leprechaun shrugs, and you both spend several minutes in silence.

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