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You sit there pondering your next wish. Obviously your in big trouble, though big doesn't even come close to how you would describe you at this point. Humoungus maybe, colosal even. At this point you would give anything to be merely 'big'. Even after resting and trying to move again, all you manage is a few ripples across your bulk of a body that you are apparently stuck with now. No matter how you think about it, you can't really come up with any ideas to get rid of it. But maybe at least you can get some mobility back. "Ok," you say to the leprachan, thinking carefully about how to phrase it. "I wish that I had strength sufficient to be able to move about without tiring myself out, or hurting myself due to my weight." You hope you were specific enough that the Leprachaun can't take some hidden advantage of it.
There is a green shimmer, and you start to feel a little lighter. Testing you try raising an arm, and are please to find your able to , despite the mass of blubber dropping down as you lift it up. You strain to find some purchase against your bulk, though most of the time all you come up with is handfuls of your own fat. Finally though you are able to rock yourself forward enough to roll a little, and get your feet out from under yourself, finally rising to your feet for the first time since you blimped, though you can't even begin to hope to see them, not likely ever again. Even standing, though, you feel the bottom of your stomach rubbing against the floor as it rocks and sways under your movements. Taking a catious step, you feel it start to pull under you, threatening to trip you and send you falling on top of it. You try to reach around your sides to lift it up a bit to make it easier to walk, but can't even reach past the blobby folds of flab on your chest.
Sighing, you realize your going to have to make some more wishes if you want to avoid rolling everywhere. "I wish... I had a belly wheelbarrel that will support my stomach without needing me to hold onto any handles and won't topple over." you say, feeling your cheeks burn with embarasment. There is another shimmer and a small plop, and you feel your stomach conform to a new shape underneath you. You can't actually see it, but you feel it gliding as you move, and your stomach no longer drags as you walk. Even so, your glad that your in an abandoned castle, as you think you'd die if anyone actually saw you so fat you needed a cart just to haul your gut around.
At least you have some mobility back. Maybe now you can figure out some way out of this mess.
Written by Spots
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