Too helpful

You pant your way from another meal to your bed, sleeping fitfully before rising again to another breakfast. Only this time Angela has a surprise. "Master, I've seen you having so much trouble, I have something to help you," she says, and wheels a chair to you. Well, more of a wheelchair. It is a wooden chair, expanded for your frame, with huge wheels made out of what look like barrel belts. "I can push you where you want to go, and you won't be so tired all the time." she says, smiling happily.

"Umm..." you start, about to tell her you don't want to be wheeled about, but you see her expression starting to change as she looks at your uncertain expression, "Oh, no, it's great!" you say, narrowly avoiding another mood swing, and sit down. It is very comfy to be honest, padded with soft fur. "Oh master I am so happy!" she says and pushes you to the table where you enjoy another large breakfast. The next few days consist of her wheeling you about to the library as you continue your search, as you move through aisle after aisle searching the history while she works on the passage and castle upkeep.

The wheelchair does make things easier for you, the lack of physical activity combined with the amount of food she makes you is taking it's tool. Each morning you feel so stuffed you have to call Angela to help you, which convinces her more that you need taking care of, and calling her to wheel you about results in her bringing more snacks to keep up your energy, which makes it even harder the next morning, which results in a vicious cycle where you feel ever more bloated.

Finally on the third day...

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