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#5 of Six Short Weight Gain Stories (series)
Originally published: October 3, 2018
It was quite the shocker for Bluebell when he woke up this morning. Left on his spell table was a large book and a note. With the spirals and symbols giving no indication as to what the book was even about, the deer referred to the note. "Dear Bluebell, congratulations my apprentice! You have finally reached the age where the mortal realm dictates you as an adult. It is with my pleasure I give to you this special spellbook, passed down for generations from wizard to wizard. It is ancient in text, though I'm sure being under my tutelage, you will have no problem reading the words. Hope this will lead to many great things for your future. Sincerely, Master K." Bluebell was surprised, to say the least. An ancient spellbook, and all for him to use?! He was ecstatic!
That was until he opened the book. His demeanor dropped to disappointment upon realizing he couldn't read anything. Everything was complete gibberish to his eyes. "Ugh, I can't make out any of this stuff. What does it even say?" Bluebell impatiently flipped through the pages, trying to find something in English, but to no avail. "Why did I have to sleep through the language sessions? I mean, this stuff looks doesn't even look legible. Ad... adi... pem... meum..." Bluebell struggled to read one of the parts of text. "Adipem Meum. What does that me-" All of the sudden, a spark of light struck the atmosphere, catching Bluebell of guard. He dropped the spellbook in surprise, turning then to pick it up, before standing back as he felt his body shift. Suddenly, his body began to inflate. He was surprised but tried to keep his calm as he reached back for the spellbook. As he did, he pants made an audible tearing noise, painting his face red with blush.
He flipped through nervously, trying to find a reverse. "Come on, come on!" He spoke with fear, trying to look for something. But as he was flipping, he suddenly felt his body lurch forwards, sending him meteoring to the ground with a wobbling THUD! Dazed from the fall, he scrambled to grab the book as he began swelling up with fat. But for some reason, it was nowhere to be seen. Even as he scanned the area that was slowly becoming more and more limited by his bloating body, he couldn't find it. That's when he realized: it was underneath him. He struggled to lift his body but couldn't muster the strength to push himself up. Attempt after attempt was a panting failure. He tried once more, and suddenly felt the ground hard to reach. But that was because his blubber body was lifting him up. He struggled to touch the ground, barely even able to scrape the floor, and losing that quickly. Soon, he was stuck on his stomach, increasing still with weight. He was truly at a loss for what to do, feeling his body wobble with every sudden increase in weight. As he watched his neck fat begin to engulf around his face, and feel his limbs meeting the same fate, he could only wonder: what would happen if his master found him like this?