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You flounder about, trying to find a bit of purchase, but every effort to stabilize yourself only manages to push you back into the air. "I thought I told you just to read through the basics, not start experimenting on yourself." Says Agatha in a scolding tone, "Hold on.", she grabs you by the paw and pulls you back to earth. A scoop of the stew floats towards you and inserts itself into your mouth. As you swallow the tasty broth, you feel it's weight settle into your stomach and begin pulling you towards the ground. The stewpot floats towards you, as the ladle sits in the air. Getting the picture, you start gulping down more stew.
"Now, tell me exactly what you did," says Agatha, as you slowly begin to settle onto the ground as you help yourself to more food. You recount the recipe you followed and what you did. "Well, at least we know one thing, you do have some talent in potion making after all," she says, "Had you followed the directions, you MAY have gotten the effect you wanted. Silver, you see, is a purifying aid, not just a material. Blackroot is meticulous and tends to cause backlash if not treated properly, crushing it with silver tends to prevent that." She looks at the empty basket where the blackroot had been, "Unfortunately, we can't mix up an antidote now that you've used that last of my blackroot, and I don't think it would be wise to take any more weight off you now."
You almost spit out your mouthful, but swallow it instead. You've finished off a good deal of the pot, your swollen middle now pulling you down enough to where your able to stand once more without floating up, though any significant effort threatens to send you airborne, "Why not?" You ask, still wanting to get back to your regular size. "Well, you've gone and changed your weight with what you did. Your not filled with gas or anything, your entire mass now weighs nothing. Lose the weight and then what? You'll start falling up!" She explains, "You barely able to keep yourself on the ground now as it is."
"But can't we just transform it into muscle or something?" You ask, figuring an extremely muscular werewolf is better then a flabby one. "HA! not with anything I make," Agatha scoffs, "My potions deal with what the body is naturally capable of, and from your story, the Leprachaun filled your muscles out already, anything I could give you will give you the work out, but your muscle mass isn't infinite, so all you'd do would lose the flab."
"So what can we do?" you ask, worried that you won't be able to fix everything before your boss gets here. "Well, we can't do anything without some more blackroot to fix up an antidote. And there only to places I know of now that we can get some. The root grows in the swamps outside the castle, and I'm sure my sister will have some in her lab, though getting in there without her noticing will be a quest in itself." She considers more, "We could buy ourselves more time though. I'm sure we can mix up a glamor potion and disguise you to deal with your boss, it's basically an illusion, but it should do the job as long as you don't blow it." She pokes your stomach lightly, the action pushing you several feet back and sending your flab into a new wave of motion, a mixture of light as air flab and sloshing stew. "You may not like it, but we may need to put a little more meat on your bones to keep you from tipping him."
You consider all she has said. It may be a good immediate idea to placate your boss before delving into a swamp, or hassling with another witch. Then again, you really don't want to fatten yourself up even more, illusion or not, but could you pull off fooling him when your struggling not to do an impression of a parade float? Or maybe you should just try and beat the clock?
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