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You wake up, letting out a long yawn as you stretch as best you can. With a grunting effort, you roll out of bed and reach for your clothing. Mary has laid out your most recent set of clothing, a royal red shirt with black pants. You don't bother getting dressed just yet, instead grabbing a towell and heading to the bath, lumbering heavily through the corridors before you wash. After you finish, you dry off the best you can, then have Mary assist you in getting dressed. After this you head down to the dining hall and plop yourself in front of the feast awaiting you while Mary goes to take care of the final parts of the passage. You are about to dig in when a familiar green shimmer appears before you, and you find yourself faced with a familiar face.
"YOU!" you yell, looking at the leprachaun, who stands on the table, looking over everything, "What are you doing here!?" The Leprachaun grins, "Where else would I be, Lad? The castle is still me home after all." he says, "I see you've been enjoying yourself, go up a few sizes have we?" He picks a baked potato out of one of the bowls, and bites into it. "What are you talking about?" you ask, wondering what he's refering to, "Well, you've obviously been indulging yourself." he says as a matter of factly, "You must be thre times the size I left you in." you glance over yourself, "No I'm not," you say, "I may have put on a little bit of weight, but I'm gonna fix that soon." You admit the last week you've let yourself go a little, but that was just because you were waiting for the passage was open, so maybe you put on a few pounds, but nothing major.
"Boyo, you as big as a whale, have you gone blind?" The Leprachaun states. He strolls over, and pokes you in the stomach with his cane, which sinks in almost to it's tip. "What do you think that is?" You look at your stomach. Sure it's big, but it's always big, but it doesn't feel much different, and your clothes arn't tight so theres no way you could have gained much. "Yeah, I'm big, but..."
"And your filling up two chairs." interupts the Leprachaun. You pause. Were you, you crane your neck back, looking down at your rear. Sure enough, each cheek is seated in a seperate chair. How did you miss that? "But... but..., my clothes?" you stammer, starting to realize there is some truth to what the leprachaun says. "You've been waited on hand and foot, you think that lass hasn't been tailoring your clothes every day?" And then it sinks in, and you take yourself in a new. Your clothes fit, true, but your features are monsterous in comparison to the begining of the week, daily feasting having inflated your form to something that can only be described as blob-like. Your neck is non-existant, your mane masking the smooth transition from your cheeks into the ring of fat and chins that lead into a bloated torso, where you had once been able to reach the buttons of your shirt most of the way up your frame, now even the highest are difficult to reach past the massive sacks of flesh of your arms and chest. You stomach is so massive now it's not funny, hanging so low it almost touches the ground. How could you have let it get this bad?
"I have to get out of here..." you say aloud, knowing that if you kept this up, in a few days you would be too big to even move. "And abandon the poor lass again? How heartless are ya?" states the Leprachaun, "Of course, why should aye be surprised, after all, all ye have ever done is think about yerself." You think about Mary, sure he had been extatic about you being her new master, but now... she serves way to well, and your waistline has suffered even more for it. Still you ar offended by the Leprachauns statement, "That's not true, I'm only in this mess because of you!"
"All ye had to do ta get back to normal was exercise a little and the magic would have flowed away like water," says the leprachaun, "But did ye ever try anything that didn't involve shortcuts and laziness? No. and now you've pulled that poor lass into this as well." You start to feel bad about this, your essentially eating and running, leaving the ghost woman to grieve once again for a master who would not return. "Is there anything I can do for her?" you ask. "Well, if ye really want to find that out, aye would suggest checking the journals in the library." say's the leprachaun, "But I would hurry, a few more 'snacks' and ye may as well change yer occupation ta bean bag." He chuckles as he vanishes once again, leaving you in the sore mood he always manages to get you into when he pulls his tricks. But he is right, a few more meals and you'll probably be unable to move, should you check the journals first, while Mary is still occupied, or should you find a cure first and then worry about Mary?
Written by Spots
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