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Chunky Choice

The revelation has your mind realing. You were so focused on the lab, and helping Angela, and so stupid and blind not to see yourself becoming as big as a house. You need to get out, now, all her former masters had the right idea. You try to push up out of the wheelchair, only to feel the resistance of weight and unused muscles. "Master? Are you ok?" says Angela, seeing the distress on your face. You try grabbing for the wheels, but you can't reach around your stomach, it's too far and you can't bend close enough. Angela loooks confused, but then her expression changes back to happy.

"Oh of course, it's lunch time," she says, and starts wheeling you out the room. "Don't worry master, I will take care of everything, then we can start looking through the library again." You are about to start yelling at her to wheel you to the front door and dump you out so you can run, but pause momentarily. Aside from the panic at the new revelation, there is that sliver of hope in you that you can find the spellbook that will fix you. And that may be in the library somewhere. But still, you look at yourself again, and picture tomorrow when there is another new picture hanging in that room, where you will be taking up even more of the canvas...


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