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Wardrobe failure.

By some miracle, you manage to make it back to the castle without the boss catching on and breaking the glamour. "I'm sure I'll feel better after a rest..." you tell him, panting as you get through the door, "Don't worry, I'll give you a call if I don't get any better." By now you are completely exhausted from the hike back. and are heavy with sweat. "Okay, make sure to call me anyway when your feeling better, just so I know." he says before he lets you go. You close the door on him, letting out a exasperated sigh of relief. That was far too close for your tastes. Finally you collapse on the floor, propping yourself on your rump as you pant and catch your breath, your stomach wobbling in and out from the motion like a small ocean tide.

After a few minutes, you feel a bit better, and struggle to get your footing back. You manage to roll onto your stomach and begin pulling your bulk up, only to hear a sudden tearing sound as your PJ's finally give out, their elasticity far exceeded, and tear along your rump. Embarrassed, you reach back to try and pull it together on reflex. Not only does the attempt prove impossible, your sheer size makes such territory as untouchable as the moon, but a secondary tearing sound from your front rewards your action as your shirt tears along the front, your chest expanding through like a balloon under constriction. As you fumble at the tatters, you realize you have nothing else to wear, as these were the only articles of clothing you possessed that had any hope of expanding to fit your bulk.

You hold the side of your pants up as you start into the castle again, feeling the draft in the back widen. "Agatha!?" you call, hoping the ghost is within earshot. Hopefully she has thought of a plan to get the blackroot, or at least knows where you can get some new clothes...


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