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"Try to use the goddess of gluttony as a patron god to bolster your magic? Mistress, are you sure that's a good idea? She's not one of the greater gods, and she's practically obscure too!" Matilda said to her mistress, nervously clutching the hem of her skirt, the two of them standing inside a candle-lit tower near a bustling town.

"Matilda, my theory is absolutely sound." Her red-headed mistress declared as she held a tome aloft, proudly continuing. "By using such an obscure goddess as a patron, I don't have to worry about too many other people eating up the divine influence, and I'll have all of the extra magical energy to myself! By being so obscure it's practically a service, even if she's technically weaker than some others!"

This didn't do much to reassure Matilda. "Yes, but Miss Johanna, what about side-effects? Are you sure there isn't some catch? My books say that when you take a god as a patron, there's often-" 

"Nonsense! There's nothing to be feared with this goddess, the only thing to be worried about is nobody being able to keep up with how fast my abilities will grow!" Johanna declared, dramatically sweeping her long red hair over her shoulder. Matilda couldn't exactly do the same with her short black hair that failed to reach her shoulders in the first place. Her mistress was always acting like this, and throwing her hair was a motion Matilda had grown used to seeing. Despite finding her teacher reckless she looked up to her and her complete confidence, and it helped that she had the looks for it. Full lips, a straight, high-bridged nose, thin eye-lashes and a somewhat pointy chin, her striking eyes made her a natural beauty on top of being quite tall. Matilda herself was somewhat mousy. She was fairly pretty, but not exactly striking in the same way as her teacher. Wispy hair, thin lips, a button nose combined with her short stature and having the curves of a stick insect failed to give Matilda confidence with her traditional idea of beauty despite her teacher's encouragement that she looked perfectly attractive.

Then there was the difference in outfits. Johanna dressed very traditionally, with a tight black dress to show off her figure with stylish high-heeled black boots partially hidden below the ankle-reaching skirt as the main departure, while Matilda prefered a looser black dress a that only reached her stocking-covered knees that were similar, but lacked any excitement to it like her mistress's, and she also wore some more sensible buckled flat-heeled shoes. 

"Mistress, plenty of witches get along just fine without taking up patron gods." Matilda continued, trying to talk her mistress out of another snap decision. "Your magic just seems weaker than usual in some places because you haven't specialised in any one area like most people! I met Miss Alyssa at the last coven gathering and she can barely make a fireball, but when it comes to transfiguration and transmogrification she's the best around, and she told me that taking up a patron just to get more power just leads to-"

"I don't give a hoot about what that change-happy woman has to say, Matilda! Particularly after she turned my crow into a tailor just because I told her to stop whining about how her dress was slightly too loose the day before the ball! Honestly, what's got you so worried?" Johanna asked, closing her book. Matilda shifted her feet nervously before speaking.

"I just don't want you to do something that might not end well just because the others said you needed to take one thing and focus on it instead of trying to be good at everything, Mistress."

"Matilda, you came to me because you wanted a general education, didn't you? If you wanted somebody to only teach you one good trick there are plenty you could have gone to." Johanna said, and Matilda shrank a little and nodded. Matilda didn't know where she wanted to go with her magical talents, and Johanna was one of the only jack of all trades willing to take on an apprentice. 

"Now quit worrying and bring me my inscribing tools, I need to carve this pledge into a slab before dinner." Johanna said, sending Matilda scurrying.


It had been a month since Johanna had taken up the goddess of gluttony as her patron, and so far life had continued as usual. Other than their conjured meals tasting much nicer, Matilda hadn't really noticed any obvious side effects. There had indeed been an increase in Johanna's immediate magical strength, but nothing that would blow anything out of the water. Nevertheless Johanna declared it a success and gloated about it occasionally for a while, before eventually sort of forgetting about it. Matilda knew that her mistress was the type of try to make a huge deal out of something initially and then forget it to focus on the next big thing.

'Matilda, please focus on the next one now!" Johanna sharply said, bringing Matilda out of her slightly off-topic thoughts and back to the table she was staring at. Today she was working on levitation, and was causing some assorted kitchenware to hover in the air, picking up extra pieces one by one. She carefully brought a fork up, moving it over to where she had sorted the various types, placing it next to the knife and fork.

"Good. Now bring it over to me and set the table." Her mistress instructed from her seat. So far Matilda was successfully causing a plate, a bowl, a smaller plate, and the three basic eating implements, and now it was her job to set them all down. Keeping them all floating was easy, it was manipulating them separately that was the hard part. She focused on her mistress who was sitting down as if to have dinner, and was distracted by something she had noticed but hadn't been entirely sure of. Her mistress's face seemed a little less narrow recently, her pointy chin a little wider. There was a slight bulge at her tight dress and her bust seemed a little larger. She hadn't been eating any more than normal though, and the two of them ate quite healthily to begin with, something Johanna insisted on. So why did she seem a little chubbier than usual?

"You're losing focus!" Johanna warned as Matilda's objects started to shift around and waver, Matilda nearly dropping them as she panicked and tried to correct herself. She quickly set them down, the bowl spinning as it was roughly dropped the last couple of centimetres while she tried to correctly place the knife and fork, although the plate had a solid landing.

"Decent, but too slow and you faltered towards the end. We're going to try it again after you've had a moment to clear your head again." Johanna said, moving to the opposite end of the table. Matilda decided it was probably nothing to worry about.


A month and a half after her levitation class, Matilda was finding it difficult to avoid the elephant in the room that was her teacher's weight. Johanna was considerably more heavy-set than before, and her slim body wasn't so much on the way out as having already left. Currently using a blackboard to instruct Matilda on how to collect moisture in the air into water rather than generate it as a fluid from scratch, thus saving effort and energy without losing any of the advantages of conjuring it or converting matter into water, Matilda couldn't help but notice her teacher's rump pressing against the fabric or the paunch of her belly whenever she turned. Her thighs were clearly much chunkier and her arms weren't quite as slender, and her formerly pointy and narrow face was round and increasingly wide. Matilda was slightly jealous of how her mistress's chest had grown a cup size or so and how her hips had taken the extra few inches on each side gracefully, even if her waist was starting to lose the slope that gave her a generous hourglass, already having love handles pushed into shape by the tight fabric.

"And that's the basic process of it." Johanna said, closing the book she was teaching from, although Matilda had noticed it was more for show than direct reference. "You seem to have something on your mind, young lady. Care to share with the class?"

"Um, well..." Matilda uneasily said. She really wanted to say that it was nothing, but she knew that her mistress would keep pressing until she got it out of her. "Mistress, do you think you've... gained a little weight recently?"

Johanna seemed surprised, then scoffed. "I have a perfectly healthy body, young lady. Besides, a little extra padding is quite normal, and I'm also quite sure that I've barely gained a pound since we met."

Matilda was skeptical of her teacher's claims of ignorance of her body when she was also insisting that extra weight was fine, but there wasn't really much she could do to protest it.

"Well, then perhaps you tailored your dress a little too small?" Matilda suggested helpfully.

"Perhaps. Magical cleaning can result in some shrinkage if you aren't careful." Johanna declared. 


"Transformation is one of the hardest types of magic, so we're going to start small." Johanna said.

"With the frogs?" Matilda asked as Johanna placed a cage on the table with two amphibians in it.

"First of all, there's only one frog, the other is a toad and you're going to be turning it into a frog, because it's ugly and I'm tired of looking at it and it was a pain to get ahold of  at this time of the year." Her teacher corrected her. "Second, this might be a short lesson. Transformation is one of those things where either you have a talent for it or you don't. Apparently it's to do with your mind than your magical ability. Some witches can move mountains but couldn't make a beetle turn grey, and some might be able to completely change something but not be able to put out a candle from the other side of the room. I'm exaggerating in any case, I can't think of many witches who aren't at least passing grade in the areas that aren't their speciality. Like Cynthia Lars and mental alteration, she's great with general matter manipulation, couldn't make a mouse go the right way through a maze if her life depended on it. Oh, that was the best test to watch, everybody else got it first go and she was there for twenty minutes while the mouse was just doing whatever it wanted, she definitely deserved that, the stuck up bi-"

"Um, should I start, mistress?" Matilda asked as Johanna went over her treasured memories from her old school. Matilda had hoped to go to there, but she had come from a no-name family with no witches in it without the influence to get noticed or really acknowledged by the old families who ran it, and it was on the other side of the country to begin with. Johanna had been her best option for a general magical education, and she was happy enough with that. Even if she was a bit too happy to get off-topic.

"What? Oh, certainly. Your textbooks are there if you need to refresh yourself on how to go about it." Her teacher said as Matilda began to stare intently at the toad and frog, trying to visualise the toad changing. Unfortunately, if her attempts were having any effect, she couldn't see it. After a while it started to get hard to keep focusing, and her mind wandered as her eyes flickered to her supervising teacher, namely how she had changed in the last month. 

Johanna's weight had only increased, and it was now just a question of how big she'd get. It was the middle of winter and while Johanna had changed into thicker winter clothes, it did little to hide how her belly was pushed out as far as her cantaloupe-sized breasts, or how her hips were spread far wider than her shoulders, making her obviously bottom-heavy. Nor could it hide her jiggling second chin and heavyset arms. There was a considerable heft to her step, and although Matilda had initially tried to bring up the topic of her weight, whenever she did so her teacher would change the subject or find an excuse to be elsewhere, and eventually Matilda had given up. She had clearly caused it herself, and Matilda had decided that her teacher could deal with it if she decided that it was a problem. She didn't seem any less energetic than usual, at the very least.

Johanna's gut pressed against the table as she leaned in to see if Matilda had made any obvious effect on the toad yet.

"I think it's actually larger now. Try not to lose focus." She instructed as Matilda redoubled her efforts. It remained boring work and her mind quickly drifted back to what she was thinking about before. 

Of course, she thought to herself, Johanna hadn't been the only one to change. Matilda had noticed that she had grown a bit chubby herself,  a slight bulge pressing against her padded shirt to be found for anybody who cared to closely examine, and her stockings were starting to be pulled thin. She didn't mind too much and didn't mention it to her mistress, particularly since her chest had gone from flat to more than modestly sized with the extra fat entering her body, and she had some curve to her hips now. Matilda assumed that this was due to the effects of the gluttony goddess's influence on her teacher's magic, and with how neither of them ate enough to gain weight in the first place, Matilda wondered if she'd maintain her size when her apprenticeship ended and she struck out on her own. But that was months away, and Matilda hadn't even thought about it.

"Well, I think its skin is a little lighter, but that's about it. I think we'll leave it here for today." Johanna said after fifteen minutes had elapsed with practically nothing to show for it. Matilda was unhappy at her underperforming, but her teacher placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke.

"Don't worry about it too much, it's not like I'm particularly good at it in the first place, particularly humans. Animals are easier to do and I'm fine with those but you'd need to find somebody else if you wanted to learn how to do humans. Plus you don't exactly have anybody to experiment on but yourself, and that's not very good for practice since altering yourself is much easier than doing it to somebody else. The hard part is staying changed, a lot of people end up reverting themselves by accident when their mental image of themselves doesn't line up right. I'd give you an example but I never got the hang on changing myself and my clothes at the same time."

Matilda wondered if Johanna was able to make herself skinnier if she really wanted to. If she could, why hadn't she? Sure, there was a general consensus among the witch community that altering yourself for cosmetic purposes would earn you ire from your colleagues, but still...

"Um, what are you doing? Matilda asked, her train of thought being interrupted by Johanna carrying the tank over to a window, then opening it up. Suddenly the toad and frog transformed into black birds, quickly flying out of the window.

"I can't stand them, and there's no way I'm taking care of them. You can take that as your practical observation of transformation for today. Next I'm going to teach you how to generate heat more efficiently without creating an open flame, opening that window was a terrible idea."


Matilda searched through the drawers in her teacher's room for a certain book, Johanna's messy personal organisation making it an arduous task. She sifted through several pages, her hands hitting what seemed to be solid rock underneath. She removed the papers, finding the source to be a stone tablet turned face down. She pulled it out and turned it over, quickly realising that it was the contract Johanna had made with the goddess of gluttony months ago. She moved it over to the nearby desk, sitting herself down as she stared at it. She wondered if she should do anything about it. If she were to throw it out the window or smash it with a hammer, the contract would be undone, and her teacher's figure would probably slowly return to normal. The effects on Johanna's magic were negligible at best, and it was likely Johanna had simply lost it, had she ever intended to annul the contract if it didn't prove advantageous. Other than slowly making the occupants of the building fatter, it wasn't achieving much.

And yet Matilda hesitated. if it was bothering Johanna, she hadn't shown it, and it wasn't like it would be impossible to find. Perhaps she was fine with it, or didn't care either way? Her teacher had seemed to be particularly comfortable recently, after all. Matilda's breasts squished against the desk as she leaned forward and just the slightest hint of self-motivation entered the picture, Matilda becoming aware of how wide her hips now were. Sure, she had a bit of a gut and her face was a little wider than it used to be, but surely this was a positive gain. She took another minute to think it through, and decided to put the tablet back. If Johanna thought it was worth getting rid of, she'd do it herself. She put the papers back over the tablet, leaving everything how she found it.

"Did you find it yet?" Johanna called from downstairs.

"Not yet!" Matilda said, closing the drawer and moving on.


"Be sure to stir carefully in this part. Now that we've added the seed we wait for it to finish boiling and bottle it, so keep the stirring consistent." Johanna said, guiding Matilda's hands from behind to give her an idea of the proper speed she should be stirring the cauldron, Matilda finding that her teacher's bulk was leaning just a little too hard against her back while she did so. It had been another two months and her apprenticeship had gone with barely a dull day, today's lesson being in her favourite class, alchemy, which tended to combine a lot of the magic she had learned in her other lessons. However, as Matilda's knowledge had expanded, so had her mistress. Johanna was well and truly overweight now, packing on dozens of kilos over the months. Her heavyset arms carefully moved Matilda's before letting go and backing away, Matilda turning to see her mistress's smile of approval. 

Johanna hadn't lost her taste in tight dresses, although this one was much larger than her original. Her breasts, almost the size of her head, pressed against the fabric while her large belly's rolls were taut and on display, growing most prominent of all and pushing out past her chest. Her figure lacked any hourglass as her hips that made her more than twice as wide as she originally was were swaying appealingly as Johanna moved to the other side of the cauldron, the rest of her body jiggling with her as her enormous behind took a second to close the distance. The one thing that Matilda had noticed was that her teacher, despite all the weight she had gained, seemed no less beautiful than when she had first met her. She seemed to wear her fat well, with her double-chin and circular face smiling warmly, red locks hanging past her shoulders. There was no way that she hadn't noticed her changes, but seemed to have embraced it rather than try to do anything about it. The biggest change to her attire seemed to be her now flat-heeled boots, unable to support the previous thin heel, nor were her old boots able to fit her thunderous thighs.

Matilda wasn't even close to catching up to her teacher, but was still slowly and steadily growing, enjoying the fruits of her growth. Her bountiful chest was testing the limits of her magically-enlargened dress as they rested in her bra pilfered from her mistress's room, previously used  when her chest had merely been the size of small melons. She enjoyed her hips spilling slightly over the sides of the old chairs unadjusted for her teacher's new size, and was able to ignore her ever-expanding gut and chubby arms. Thanks to the distribution of fat in her body her face had remained mostly unscathed for the longest time, but over the course of the last month since she had decided against destroying the stone tablet it had spread wider and wider, a round curve from her cheeks to her jaw with the hints of a second chin threatening to grow larger. She as stretching the definition of plump outside of her engorged breasts and ass pressing outwards, but was quite comfortable with her weight at the moment. A pressing concern was how her belly was threatening to catch up with her breasts, currently bulging but within acceptable bounds, but if it continued to grow it would likely throw her preferred proportions out of balance.

"Matilda, what do you think you'll focus on once you leave?" Johanna suddenly asked, as if detecting Matilda's brief notation of her indecision. Matilda thought about it for a minute, before speaking in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I still haven't decided."

"Well, there's nothing to worry about!" Johanna declared, grabbing Matilda's hand with her chubby palm to speed her stirring up a little. "Whatever you pick, you'll make a fine witch, thanks to your mentor!"

Matilda smiled, and continued stirring for a minute until her mistress instructed her to stop.

"Here's a special little trick." Johanna said as she pulled out a few locks of her fiery red hair, plenty to spare with it reaching the arch of her back. She tossed it into the mix, and stayed silent when Matilda asked her what it was supposed to do. They let the cauldron bubble and boil for a few minutes before cutting out the fire and letting it cool, Johanna taking a small pot filled with soil and setting it down on a nearby desk as she dipped a  vial into the potion. She shook it a few times before pouring it into the dirt, Matilda watching intently as a sapling began to sprout, growing rapidly into a tiny tree, bright red leaves starting to grow from it, the same colour as Johanna's hair.

"Any amount of colouring in minute amounts will affect the tree in this particular mixture. Only a little though. A drop of paint, some crumbs of pottery, that sort of thing." Johanna proudly said. "One of my favourite inventions, even if it's not a big one."

"I think it's wonderful, mistress." Matilda said, watching the leaves grow.

"Don't get sappy on me, Matilda, I just figured out how to make colourful trees, after all" Johanna said. "Now, let's get this into storage. We can liven up the place with this much."


"So, only one week left? I certainly hope you've been paying attention in class, because even an amazing witch like myself can't correct your mistakes in the real world, you know." Johanna said. 

"I think with an extraordinary teacher like you I won't have to worry much about that." Matilda cheerfully said from the other side of the table as she floated the plates and cutlery from the kitchen to the table, elegantly setting them down with the food on them completely unshaken. It was a very simple thing compared to the rest of her training, but it was a trick that Matilda liked. Besides, it was much faster than it would have taken when Johanna had volunteered to get it herself, Matilda thought to herself, her own plump behind failing to completely fill up her mistress's wide chairs.

It had been three months since she had mixed her first tree-growing potion, and since then her mistress had finally seemed to reach her upper limit of growth. Now more than a metre wide and finding her doorways a bit tight, Johanna's tree-trunk like thighs were pressed against the reinforced chair she was sitting on as her hips pressed against the arms of it. It made Matilda smile to think of her teacher's once sharp chin, now practically merged with her neck, adding a pleasant jiggle to her smile. Her breasts each dwarfed her head and were the size of an overgrown watermelon each, weighing heavily against her belly, her rolls of fat almost reaching her wrists whenever she reached fully forward. Despite being a mountain of a woman Johanna carried herself easily but ponderously, although rushing around no less energetically, expertly managing to not back her enormous ass into things behind her. She in fact hadn't grown in the last few weeks, leading Matilda to believe that she had finally gotten as big as she was going to get, although Matilda herself was still growing slowly but steadily.

As for Matilda, her body had finally given in and gone from pleasantly curvy, if on the large side, to decidedly overweight. While her chest had reached a massive head-size that she had once dreamed of, the fact that her skinniness was a distant memory meant that she couldn't quite ignore her belly matching its girth, having finally caught up with her boobs, which were now comfortably resting on their new flabby perch like her teacher's had been for quite some time. While she could still reach her navel, something her teacher had ceased being able to do long ago, and she had to admit that there was a pleasant feeling to her heft with her ass pushing out her skirt almost an extra foot, her hips doing their best to exceed any chair she sat in, she had passed her maximum ideal weight eliciting a sigh from her broad and jiggling face. Not that she was uncomfortable with her body, although if she had seen herself at this weight at her original size, she probably would have been speechless. She wondered if it was the influence of her teacher that caused her to come to her current opinion. She noticed Johanna started to stand up, a slow motion as her chair creaked from the sudden relief.

She walked around the table and up to Matilda, pulling her up and into a deep hug, Matilda falling deep into her teacher's chest with her modest height.

"I'm going to miss you a lot, you know. You had better not disappoint me." Johanna said, sniffling and trying to cover it up. Matilda patted her on the back and hugged back.

"There's no way that's even possible after all this time with you, mistress." She assured her, and could feel Johanna poorly trying to hide her wiping her tears as she pulled Matilda even closer. She eventually let go, and began to levitate their plates off the table.

"Well, there's still a week left!" Johanna declared. "Get ready for two months worth of lessons in a tenth of the time, and don't you dare fail to live up to those bold claims of yours!"


Johanna entered the main halls of the coven meeting for the third time that night, witches of all shapes and sizes around her, although none as large as her. She was wondering when Matilda would show up, since she had been waiting for quite some time to see her apprentice. She was never particularly punctual and Johanna wasn't one to sit still for too long, so she had been wandering the halls and getting reacquainted with friends and colleagues, most surprised at her increase in mass since she had seen them last.

"I had heard that you had grown a bit, but I wasn't expecting quite this much." Alyssa admitted as she sized Johanna up.

"What, remind you of some poor sap you did a number on? People do change naturally you know." Johanna said.

"Technically you do, but that's not the point. You were never the type I thought would end up like this and you seem as spry as ever so I can't help but wonder how naturally somebody like you changes. Did you feel like you needed a change of image? I could have helped you with that." Alyssa said, putting on her most innocent smile. She wasn't expecting a straight answer but she was genuinely curious at how Johanna had gained so much weight since she last saw her. She couldn't detect the aura that came with changing one's body, which was usually extremely easy to identify and considered embarrassing in the witch community, the leading reason why most witches didn't immediately alter themselves to fit whatever their ideal of beauty was. What had her most curious was how well Johanna was wearing her weight, most people who didn't have any attraction to overweight women would probably still admit that her looks hadn't suffered. It screamed magic to her, but other than a few small tinges of the blessing of some god or another, which was fairly common among witches and didn't pique her attention, it did seem to be natural. Alyssa decided that Johanna must have had her reasons and didn't judge, being no stranger to significant body modification herself.

"I'll be sure to come up with you if I ever feel the need to change my image to be completely unrecognizable. I feel sorry for anybody who tries to invade your home." Johanna said, smoothly ducking the question and changing the subject. Home invasions were something nearly every witch experienced at some point whenever the local townspeople decided that the woman living on her own having done absolutely nothing to them was apparently a threat and gathered up the torches and pitchforks, or placed some sort of bounty on them. These attempts were typically easily foiled, and most witches lived outside of towns to avoid frequent visitors. It had practically become a sport to creatively but non-lethally deter home invasions, and it was joked that anybody who didn't like people breaking into their homes at unexpected hours should just give up and go study another school of magic. Johanna preferred to stop intruders from entering altogether, but she knew that Alyssa delighted in messing with intruders and had light security on her doorstep and in the surrounding area as a result.

"I just try to have a little fun with uninvited guests. It's better than some witches who just set anybody who walks through their doors without express permission on fire. But enough about that, where's this apprentice of yours?" Alyssa asked.

"Not here yet. She never was any good at being on time but you'd have thought she'd at least try to get to this before half the night is through." Johanna said, breathing an exaggeratedly heavy sigh that wasn't entirely without truth. It had been more than six months since she had last seen her apprentice, after all.

"I haven't seen your apprentice since the last time I saw you, and you were a bit skinnier back then. You wouldn't have happened to have any impact on her, would you?" Alyssa asked. A girl of Matilda's age could change more than you'd think in less than a year, particularly once they became fully independent, naturally or otherwise. Depending on whether or not the young girl had followed her teacher's example, she might be very easy to spot when she entered the building.

"Well, she was a bit heavy by the time she left." Johanna admitted. "Who knows by now, though. Angelica Santina had certainly changed a lot by the time of her first coven meet."

"That's because there wasn't anybody stopping her from figuring out how to turn herself half-cat without learning the reversal spell first after she graduated, Johanna." Alyssa said. "Don't blame me if your apprentice won't stop purring."

Their exchange was cut short by Alyssa noticing Johanna looking towards the entrance and immediately perking up, waving excitedly to what was obviously Matilda entering, just out of Alyssa's view. Alyssa's mental image of Matilda was of the stick-thin and shy girl she had met at the time, and was quite curious to see if a naturally confident person like Johanna had rubbed off on her. Alyssa as a result was barely able to hide her surprise at the woman who greeted them and hurried over to them, with a distinct bounce to her step as she made her way over.

The person that greeted Johanna and Alyssa was neither the skinny stick-thin girl that had come to Johanna asking for her to take her on as an apprentice, nor the plump girl who had awkwardly comforted her teacher after she burst out into tears when she was about to leave. Instead they saw a confident young woman here to meet her old teacher, somehow feeling far longer than the less than a year that had passed. Wearing a high-necked tight black dress with a wide skirt made wider by her curvy hips, Matilda had shed most of the weight that she had gained in the final year of her apprenticeship, the bulk leaving her at an unusually swift rate than the slow burn that her modest diet would suggest. Her face was still somewhat wide, but it was a minor note compared to the fact that the two parts of her body that hadn't lost much fat were her chest and her hips, giving her a bust unrivaled by most of her peers. Matilda's enormous bust was barely restrained by her clothes, bouncing as her hips rocked with each step. She still had a bit of a paunch she hadn't quite lost just yet, but it was barely noticeable with what hung over it.

Alyssa couldn't help but feel inadequate as the two met and hugged, making a note to spend a few weeks at Johanna's place if she was ever having trouble getting dates. She decided to leave the two to it, greeting Matilda quickly then exiting the scene for the next few minutes.

"So, what area did you decide on? I hope it's not too specialised, it's good to find an area you like but focusing on just one thing breeds bad habits." Johanna said after the two had gotten up to date with each other.

"Alchemy! It covers a lot of fields and requires a lot of other types of magic to work properly, and I wanted to work with as many types as possible. You can make a lot with potions too. It was always my favourite class with you." Matilda said, Johanna nodding appreciatively. Many witches immediately picked the one thing they were good at to focus on when they became independent and struggled when they eventually branched out, and it was good to see that Matilda wasn't falling into the same hole. Even the transformation-obsessed Alyssa worked in alchemy on the side for that reason. The two continued to chat for a few minutes.

"In the middle of a town? That's just asking for trouble, you know. You should pick a nice forest or swamp for some stability." Johanna said, criticising Matilda's decision to take up residence in a town under the guise of a ordinary non-magical woman.

"I got tired of walking all the way into the village when I was living with you. Besides, this way I won't need to use a disguise, and nobody will know if I'm careful." Matilda protested.

"Oh, they always figure out somehow, and then it's all torches and pitchforks and bounty hunters. At least if you live outside they don't bother to make the effort to come out half the time and your disguises work better since they seem to think that witches never go outside." Johanna said.

"Oh, by the way," Matilda said, remembering something she wanted to ask. "I was thinking of picking a patron god to get a little boost in my magic, and I didn't know whether to pick a popular or obscure god. How did your pact turn out? Did it make your spells any more effective with such a little-used goddess?"

"What contract?" Johanna asked, completely confused. Matilda stopped.

"Uh, you know, the one you made? With the goddess of gluttony? The one responsible for you getting so, you know?" Matilda said, gesturing around her mid-section. 

Johanna looked clueless for a minute, then lit up. "Oh, I remember that! I had completely forgotten! So that's why this happened!" Johanna said, rubbing the side of her overgrown gut.

"You mean you didn't know?" Matilda said hopelessly.

"Well, I was wondering if it was magic, but I figured you would have said something if it was that! I figured it was just my metabolism slowing down or something." Johanna said breezily.

"And what did you think was happening to me?"

"I figured you were just snacking too much after I taught you how to conjure food. One of the girls I knew at your age blew up like a blimp after she had to learn how to conjure cheesecake for an assignment, you know. Oh, don't look at me like that." Johanna said as several of her student's assumptions and illusions were shattered. Johanna was in fact messing with her student, having identified the cause of her changes some time before Matilda had found the tablet and chosen against breaking it.

After catching Matilda admiring her own body in the mirror one night, aware of how Matilda had been carrying herself more confidently after she had a body she was more comfortable with after having bemoaned her twig-thin body in the past, she had decided that she would indulge her student at the expense of the chance to salvage her own body. The fact that she found herself more comfortable in a heavyset body was a contributing factor, of course, and the fact that she had noticed her raw magical power had increased at the same rate her weight had. She had realised too late that she didn't actually have much use for extra magical strength, but it was nice to know that the original purpose of the pact had been successful.

Johanna didn't let her former apprentice recoil for too long, and spoke up. "Oh, calm down, I'm too used to this to slim down just because you mentioned that old hunk of rock. I'll get back to you on that goddess business, though. I think I have a few questions for that goddess, the god of fire doesn't make people burst into flame, after all." Johanna intended to let Matilda in on the truth after she finished enjoying how flustered she looked.

Matilda decided to drop the subject after Alyssa came back, confused as to why Matilda looked both confused and slightly distressed. The three happily chatted for the rest of the night, until they had to part, Matilda promising to see her teacher again as soon as possible. The two parted, and Johanna felt that Matilda would do just fine without her. Seeing her again had reminded her of the hole Matilda's apprenticeship ending had left in her life, though. She wondered if Matilda would have any problems if she looked into taking up a new apprentice...
Witch's Pact: Gluttony
This one has actually been around two-thirds done for a year and a half, and has been added onto and revised at many points, mostly because I could never think of a way to end it. Well, here it is. The idea of one person gaining weight slower than another is an idea I like that I'm bound to reuse sooner rather than later.

Once again I don't know how to name, and this doesn't feature any gluttony. In retrospect, maybe I should have had actual gluttony. Oh well, it turned out fine. I do plan to have at least one other story involving witches and pacts though so I wanted to open that up.

So, yeah, don't have much else to say. It's something, so hey. Hopefully after all of this it's half-decent.

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In a secluded cottage on a quiet road, Jasmine wrung her hands as she looked over her customers: two noblewomen, here for a rather special procedure. Special by normal standards, anyway. Transmogrification was her speciality, and it stopped being anything particularly interesting a long time ago. Thankfully, it wasn't any less enjoyable.

Jasmine was a sorceress, specifically a sorceress, she despised being mixed up with common witches, who ran a service that was more lively than one who expect: voluntary transformation. For one reason or another, people needed their bodies to be changed, and she was the one to do it. It required a lot of arranging, as governing bodies didn't like people just changing their physical appearances on a whim without going through the proper channels. Luckily for her, she let her customers take care of that end, she just did the procedure and let them worry about the rest. The two women with her today had been booked with the same issue: they had a slight height problem that needed addressing. She hadn't been told why, but she always found out why her customers wanted to be changed before doing the deed. It helped guess which ones would be coming back.

"Alright, let's hear it." Jasmine said, stepping forward. "Who's first?

"I-I am." One said, stepping forward as the other gave her a friendly pat on the back. It was a tall, sknny woman, with a pretty face and flowing golden locks, but not a curve to be seen on her body. She looked nervous, which was quite natural, but it wasn't helped by the fact that the other woman was brimming with confidence.

"Now, before I do anything, I want to hear why you want it done. If your reason is bloody stupid, then I'll cancel it right now, I'll have you know. Come on, out with it." Jasmine said, casually placing her hands on her hips. "You start, since I'm doing you first, miss..."

"Esmerelda." The blonde said. The name was fitting on somebody who looked as fragile as her. Thin lips, a small nose, and a slender face and body. She'd be interesting to see change, Jasmine noted to herself.

Esmerelda took a deep breath. "I mentioned it when I was booking this appointment, but I'm engaged to a lord in the Dwarven high council, and as a result I'll be staying in the Dwarvern kingdom. For that reason, I need to, well, become a dwarf. I can't be banging my head on long ceilings the whole time." she said, giving an unsure smile. 

Jasmine cocked her head. "Love, or political? A proper fiancé should make accommodations, if this is some of that arranged marriage rubbish he probably just wants you the right race to keep his pals happy."

"That's not it!" Esmerelda protested. "It's arranged, yes, but we both agreed to this. I'm sure I'll be more comfortable over there if I'm smaller. He's a perfectly good man."

Esmerelda seemed quite defensive, so Jasmine dropped it. She turned to the other woman.

"How about you? This was another this to do with your husband, wasn't it?"

"Yes, and it was my idea! My darling wasn't quite sure, but I insisted!" The redheaded woman proudly proclaimed.

"I'll assume this marriage wasn't arranged then?" Jasmine said. Oh boy, it was one of these ones. Defying their body's natural state for love, they said, right before they realised that turning themselves half dragon wasn't a terribly sensible idea.

"Of course not! It was love at first sight. A Halfling noble, minor in rank, but greater than all those other stuffy lords! We first met in-"

"Alright, I get it, I don't need your life story." Jasmine said. It wasn't hard to see how he fell for her, assuming it wasn't one-sided. "Miss Sarah, wasn't it?"

Sarah nodded in confirmation. It took a moment for her chest to stop nodding in confirmation as well. Sarah was, to put it plainly, incredibly busty, with an ass to match. She was short, and it enhanced her child-bearing hips and chest that looked like she was attempting to shove two cantaloupes down her dress. She had vivid red hair and a stunning face that made Jasmine inwardly jealous. Jasmine hoped her husband married her for her personality, otherwise she'd accuse him of being shallow. She seemed nice enough, she was forced to admit. She was to become a halfling, with proportions fairly similar to a human's, only much shorter.

"Could we please hurry it up already?" Esmerelda asked anxiously.

"Alright, alright, keep your shirt on." Jasmine said. "Actually, don't. I'll need you to take that dress off."

Esmerelda seemed taken aback. "Are you sure? I was hoping I could keep it on, even if it won't fit afterwards. Perhaps you could make it so that the dress also-"

"I'm a sorceress, not a tailor, and this is easier if I can see you properly. Off with it." Jasmine instructed. Esmerelda reluctantly obliged, and attempted to cover herself as she removed her dress. Sarah followed suit and stripped out of her clothes in an instant. Jasmine took one look at her naked curves and cursed her policy of not modifying her own body.

"You didn't have to do that just yet, but alright, whatever. Sarah, you stand back, we've got one dwarf coming right up." Jasmine said. She made some internal calculations, and then reached forward and tapped Esmerelda lightly on the shoulder.

Esmerelda looked confused, having expected more of a light show. She was about to ask Jasmine if that was really it when she noticed that Jasmine was suddenly started to look taller, and realised that it had already begun. The floor began to race towards her disorientingly, as her height of six feet began to shoot towards a little less than three. As it did, her proportions began to do more than shorten. Her nearly flat chest began to inflate outwards, Esmerelda speechless as her breasts bulged outward, filling her hands until she could barely hold them. Her narrow hips began to slide outwards, expanding past her shoulders into a bottom-heavy pair, her flat ass growing round and grabbable, now large enough to balance a glass on and jiggling slightly as she tried kept turning to see how she was changing. Her thighs thickened outwards, growing to be almost twice as wide as when she had walked in, and half as long.

Her head settled below Jasmine's bust as she approached her final size, and began to change as well as her curves. Her thin face grew wider, her nose broadening as it took on a more Dwarvish bent. Her thin lips plumped up, becoming large and kissable. Her now stocky body settled as she cupped her overflowing breasts. Jasmine allowed her a minute to acclimatize to her new body before Esmerelda remembered where she was.

"W-well, I'm not sure what to say." Esmerelda said. Then don't say anything at all, Jasmine thought. Esmerelda pointed at herself, now making no attempt to cover herself up. "But why did I change like this? I thought I'd just become smaller."

"Equal distribution of body mass." Jasmine said. "All of that extra height you aren't using has to go somewhere. I figured I'd put it to good use."

Jasmine noted that Esmerelda was one of her cleaner works, her body had been just the right size for this to work out. Her abdomen was just trim enough to not be chubby, and her curves weren't quite too exaggerated. She had made sure to make her face Dwarvish as well. She hoped the noblewoman didn't change her mind, she was quite proud of what she had done with her. Jasmine tossed a small white dress at her, wishing her customers would bring clothes with their new measurements in mind in advance.

"Alright, my turn." Sarah said, stepping forward. Esmerelda attempted to step back in turn, but found herself stumbling and unused to her new leg length. With her steps not nearly half as long, she was completely disoriented, and Jasmine stepped in to help her move away, telling her to walk around and try to get used to her new prorportions. Esmerelda thanked her and proceeded to stumble around awkwardly, her long blonde hair now reaching past her hips.

"Now I'm warning you, you might not like this one, don't expect what she got." Jasmine cryptically warned. Sarah's bold face faltered slightly as her mind immediately flicked through several worst case scenarios, before resettling confidently. Jasmine placed a hand on her shoulder, and stepped back to see how Sarah would react to her soon to be new body.

Sarah was short to begin with at less than five and a half feet, but still towered over the new dwarven Esmerelda. But with halflings being a foot smaller than dwarves, her size difference didn't mean much, and she began to drop inches in seconds. Jasmine hoped she would take what was about to happen gracefully. After all, she couldn't put Sarah's additional body mass into curves, she was already stacked enough. There was only one way to go: outwards.

Sarah's body immediately began to grow thicker, her thin waist quickly matching her hips in width as it softened with the fat her height was being converted into. Her breasts began to grow, becoming as large as her head, but became less impressive as her belly became soft, then chubby, then a round gut, then two large folds for her melons to rest on as it bulged out further than her formerly defining breasts. Her ass lost its firmness as it widened into two large pillowy mounds that dominated her short legs, dangerously close to the ground. Her wide thighs pressed together as at her tiny height of a little more than three feet, Sarah now resembled a ball of fat, completed by her neck vanishing into a second chin and chubby cheeks.

Esmerelda was stunned as Jasmine gave Sarah a minute to take it in. Sarah now barely came up to Esmerelda's shoulder, and it would be quite hard to haul herself around were it not for a muscle augmentation that Jasmine apologetically mixed in.

"Well, I hope your husband isn't upset by this." Jasmine said to break the silence. Sarah broke from her stupor, and turned indignantly as her body shook and quaked.

"And why would he be!? What kind of petty man do you take my husband for? Of course, he'll be surprised, but my darling didn't marry me for such shallow reasons!" Sarah said, her fat body pressing against Jasmine's legs indignantly. Jasmine decided to give her the benefit of the doubt on it.

"Alright, alright." She said, making a gesture of surrender and handing Sarah a dress made for a woman much taller than her. It would probably balance out.

Sarah adapted to her body surprisingly quickly, and was walking around confidently by the time she left, as Esmerelda continued to stumble awkwardly right out the door. Jasmine sighed with relief at how well Sarah had taken it, she had gotten worse reactions out of the same situation before. Making people shorter was easy, at least. Becoming taller often resulted in unhealthily sknniness if not planned for. She watched the two head for their carriages from her window, her eyes settling on Esmerelda. Maybe she'd break her own rule, and take just a few inches off her own height...
Equal distribution of mass
You may notice that I don't know how to end stories. This was written in one quick sitting, and I might write a short followup to it that I was considering making the ending. Anyway, it's not terribly high quality, but I hope you enjoy it.

I like shortstack stuff but a written format probably isn't very good for it, and I don't think I wrote the shrinkage part very well. Mediocre at best. Oh well.

Whenever I say that I'm going to do more I then take months and months to put something else out, but I do have a couple of other things planned. Maybe I might get them out on time for once.

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Surveying the area in her Sheik disguise, Zelda observed the Fairy Fountain she was about to enter. Having hidden well for many years while she waited for the hero of time to return, she was starting to worry that Ganondorf was going to find her, having stepped up his attempts to locate her over the last few months. She had had many close calls recently, and they were only getting more frequent. While her disguise so far had served her well, it was starting to get a reputation as an enemy of Ganondorf which made her efforts to hide herself even harder. As a result, desperate times called for desperate measures. She couldn't allow herself to be caught, and thus she was going to seek help from one of the few truly safe refuges from Ganondorf's influence: the Great Fairies.

Having located none of Ganondorf's forces nearby, she crept from her hiding place and entered the fountain, feeling the barrier that kept evil away surround her, letting her breathe easily in the hidden passageway. She entered the glittering cave, slick stone tiles beneath her feet as moisture hung heavy in the air. There were thick yet gentle waterfalls tinted a soft pink surrounding the room that made it unclear if the walls beyond them were simply not illuminated, or if it stretched on for an unknown distance in total darkness. The lesser fairy fountains that she had sought refuge in before that served as a safe place for the small regular fairies lacked the grandeur and slightly surreal atmosphere of the fountain, having grand but normal walls and a simple pool of water rather than the decorated fountain of the Great Fairies. The exact level of power the Great Fairies had outside the fountains was unclear, but within their walls their power was absolute.

Zelda undid the disguise spell, breathing a sigh of comfort as her hair lengthened and hung freely, her tight and practical clothes replaced with the regal dress befitting a princess of Hyrule, golden earrings hanging from her long and pointy ears. She caught a brief reflection of her delicate face in the water, something she wasn't blessed with too often. The places she could undo her disguise were limited, as the magic she exuded in her natural form was easily detected by Ganondorf if not properly hidden. This fountain was one of the few places she could do this, and it was a good thing, as the request she was about to make was best made in her true form. She stepped up to the mark of the Triforce and began to gently sing the song of the Hyrule royal family, guaranteed to summon the Great Fairy immediately. No sooner had she finished than there was echoing laughter, the Great Fairy burst from the shallow fountain in a shower of flashy lights and sparkles, spinning as she continued laughing. She floated in mid-air and crossed her legs, assuming a reclined and comfortable position to address her.

Her body was naked other than her boots, her modesty covered by the trail of leaves running across her body and hair, the large trio of long pink ponytails that all the Great Fairies seemed to share floating lazily up and down behind her. The casual observer would have said that all of the Great Fairies looked the same, distinguishable only by hair colour, something that didn't help much in Hyrule where pink was the universal colour for Great Fairies, but Zelda had met all of the ones in the kingdom and noticed differences in the faces and bodies of each one. The Great Fairy had a carefree, almost ethereal smile as she waited for Zelda to speak. Zelda cleared her throat, and kept a tone of respect befitting of a being such as the one she was addressing.

"Great Fairy of magic, I come with a request that I hope you will grant."

"Well of course you do." The Great Fairy casually said in a pleasant tone. "The princess of Hyrule isn't one to come simply to say hello."

"I wish we were in a state where my visits could be simply for pleasure." Zelda admitted. The Great Fairies weren't much for formalities, and while she knew that they respected her position as princess, they would treat her much the same as any other being. Just being with them was relaxing, and she stiffened up again as she continued speaking.

"As you know, the forces of Ganondorf get stronger by the day, and the day of the hero's arrival is still far away. It is critical that I am able to assist the hero, but Ganondorf's forces are becoming harder and harder to evade."

"And so you come to me for help. No need to be so formal, dear, I'm quite aware of your struggles." The Great Fairy said. Zelda was determined to remain formal until she had finished speaking, though.

"I come to you to ask if I may remain in this fountain until the hero arrives." Zelda said, deciding to get directly to the point. "There's no safer place in all of Hyrule, if I'm to hide myself then I can go completely undetected here."

"A sensible idea." The Great Fairy said as she moved herself into a position of lying forward, still floating in front of Zelda. "One I'm sure you would only choose if you felt there was no other way to conceal yourself."

Zelda felt like she was being read like a book, and the unceasing smile of the Great Fairy didn't help. She grew hopeful. "So you'll help me?"

"Unfortunately, no non-magical being may stay for long in a Fairy Fountain. They may visit, but not stay. Not even you, princess." The Fairy said, Zelda's heart sinking as the pleasant tone didn't skip a beat. If anything, the smile widened as Zelda's expression fell. She spoke up once again after a few moments of silence.

"Now now, I didn't say that I wouldn't help you." 

"But you said..."

"Oh, my words are certainly the truth. But what if I said that there was a way to allow you to stay here for as long as you wish? Would you like that?" The Great Fairy said, her expression growing playful. Zelda's dropping hopes rose quickly, reflected in her voice.

"So it's possible?"

"Oh, of course. Do you promise now that you'll accept my gift to you?"

"Of course!" Zelda said without hesitation. The way the Great Fairy was speaking made her slightly uneasy, but they were benevolent beings. She wondered just how the Great Fairy planned to make this possible. Perhaps she'd grant her some sort of magical item, or make an exception with certain conditions? Either way, she couldn't afford not to accept.

"I do." Zelda firmly said.

"Then step into my fountain, my dear." The Fairy said, beckoning and floating away from Zelda. Zelda walked forward into the fountain, the cool water getting the hem of her dress wet as she approached the centre. Standing in the middle, she really realised how it wasn't much of a fountain at all. The deepest part barely made it halfway up her ankles.

"So, now what?" She asked as the Great Fairy's smile broadened. A pillar of light began to surround her, Zelda feeling extremely powerful magic around her, trying to figure out exactly what was about to happen. She realised that she was slowly being lifted off the ground, rising up to the now upright Great Fairy's height. Zelda took a deep breath and remained calm and waite to see what happened next. At least util suddenly her clothes disintegrated, and she squealed as she rushed to cover herself.

"W-w-what's going on? Why did you do that!?" Zelda squeaked out as she lost all composure, flushing bright red and flailing around as she tried to cover up her modest breasts with one arm. The Great Fairy simply laughed and circled Zelda, enjoying her girlish whimpered as she gently stroked her shoulder, apparently just to see how she reacted.

"There there, you said you would accept my gift, wouldn't you? Just relax and enjoy what comes next." She said, Zelda very much disagreeing with the idea of relaxing.

"And what exactly comes next?" Zelda demanded, getting no response as she corrected her position. She got no answer, and simply hung there for a minute. She kept readjusting her breast-covering arm, until she looked down and gave enough cry at the reason for why she was adjusting it. Her chest was inflating right before her eyes! Her breasts had been on the small end of a b-cup, but now they were blowing up steadily, her one arm unable to keep up with the flesh it was squeezing. She shifted one hand to try to cover each of the now c-cups separately, one hand going back and forth between her groin as she tried to decide on which one to cover, the Great Fairy simply enjoying the show. By the time she settled on giving up on covering herself they had reached d-cup, Zelda growing acutely aware of the Great Fairy's barely covered and quite well endowed figure, with curvy hips and a chest she now matched. However, her chest kept going, gaining an extra inch and a half before stopping, the Great Fairy giving an appreciative nod.

"What does this have to do with anything!?" Zelda shouted before feeling a creaking in her hips, realising that her hips were widening as well, growing wider than her shoulders as her ass plumped up, Zelda grabbing her new bubble butt with sheer embarrassment and confusion.

"Well, as I said, no non-magical being can live permanently inside a Fairy Fountain." The Great Fairy said breezily. "So..."

Zelda felt her hair brush the arch of her back, it previously reaching only a bit past her shoulders. She couldn't do much but watch it grow downwards in a luxurious golden wave, tickling her ass before going even further down to her knees. Once it stopped growing, Zelda, looking down at her reflection after trying to crane her head to see, watched it be swept up and divided into three areas, tying itself into an immediately distinctive and recognisible trio of ponytails; one on each side, and one in the middle, tied by nothing yet holding their form. Her blonde bangs hanging down in front of her ears were swept back as her hairstyle made her situation unquestionable.

"You're turning me into a Great Fairy? Can that happen?" Zelda asked, dumbfounded at the situation she suddenly found herself as she watched her fingernails grow longer, bright and matching the blonde tone of her hair as trails of leaves wrapped around her body and weaved through her hair.

"It's not very common, in fact, I would say you're lucky enough to be the first in centuries! Don't worry, we'll all give you a warm welcome into our family." The Great Fairy said, sounding very pleased at what she was doing. 

"But I can't be one! I have duties!" Zelda protested as the typical boots the Great Fairies wore materialised on her and her nipples and crotch were covered by leaves. She couldn't be a Great Fairy and a princess at the same time, let alone one actively fighting against Ganondorf! Could she?

"You said you weren't going anywhere until the hero arrives, didn't you?" The Great Fairy smugly said. Zelda felt that there was no point in saying that she didn't mean that she'd be here all of the time.

"But..." Zelda was cut off by the Great Fairy smiling and placing a finger on her lips, silencing her as they began to plump up, growing thick and soft like the Great Fairy's. Finally, thick yellow makeup, or at least what resembled it, appeared over her eyes, her eyelashes growing exaggeratedly long, thick, and dark, a beauty mark appearing above her puffy lips. Nearly naked and indistinguishable from the magical being in front of her besides her face, hair colour, and the fact that she was even more stacked, Zelda felt a vast amount of magical energy running through her, more than she knew what to do with. She realised that the pillar of light around her had vanished, and she was left floating freely, easily able to control herself. She was wide-eyed as she enjoyed the sensation of free flight before regaining her priorities and dropping to the floor, the Great Fairy giggling at Zelda's insistence on tying herself to her former status as a human. In a few weeks she'd never even touch the ground at all except on rare occasions.

Zelda tried to walk out of the fountain, but found herself stopped at the edge of the fountain. There was no magical barrier stopping her, but she simply couldn't move herself beyond the boundaries of the fountain. She couldn't even extend a hand out. She backed up and attempted to sprint out, but found herself sharply stopping herself at the edge. She lifted off the ground and flew at the edge, but made no more progress no matter what angle she took it from.

"I wouldn't spend too much time trying to leave the fountain, we Great Fairies reside in them for a reason. Even if you could figure out how to leave, you wouldn't be in a very good position. I would master my powers before trying that." The Great Fairy advised.

"I can't just sit in this tiny fountain!" Zelda wailed, all dignity lost at this point. "I'll go insane!"

"Oh, there's more to life as a Great Fairy than just this little room, I assure you. Well, I'll leave you to learn more about yourself naturally. Be sure to meet us all once you learn to use your power properly!"

The Great Fairy sunk into the fountain, Zelda diving towards her with a pleading look in her eyes.

"And be sure to treat the little ones kindly!" The Great Fairy called before vanishing entirely, leaving only a few fading sparkles in her wake. Zelda attempted to follow, but only succeeded in colliding with the tiles, luckily an act free of pain in her new body.

After a while of pleading to be changed back at the floor and some sulking, Zelda picked herself up out of the corner, unconsciously floating around rather than walking. Her disguise magic wasn't working, and neither was the rest of the magic she knew. It seemed this form ran on entirely different rules. She wondered if she could learn to apply her old lessons to the ones she would be learning soon. The Great Fairy seemed confident in her ability to figure it out for herself. Maybe she could conjure some more clothes. Or maybe not. Being so uncovered felt strangely relieving. Zelda tried to look on the bright side of her situation. Amazing powers, potential immortality, not that she desired that that much, the ability to grant the hero special powers... the ability to restore the damage done to her kingdom... a very unique position in the history books...

Zelda reclined back in her floating position and relaxed a bit as the pink-tinted waterfalls around her turned gold. Maybe she could make this work...
Zelda: The Greatest disguise
Oh wow I've been gone longer than I thought. That's not good. This was a simple thing I did in one session so if it's not much, it's not much. Nintendo seems to be my go-to for stuff. Maybe I'll try to get out some more little things. Maybe a sequel to the Peach story or something. Of course, original stuff too. But established characters and settings are fun to work with.

Point is, hope this is decent enough. Maybe more stuff soon, maybe disappearing for a few more months.

One thing will remain eternal though, my inability to make good titles.
Geez. I should probably get some more stuff out, maybe complete some half-baked ideas I've had. 

You guys got any particular type of expansion or transformation you'd like a story of dubious quality done in? Maybe a sequel to something? I've been kinda indecisive, been wanting to do a little more weight gain recently. I think anything at this point is better than nothing I guess. Hopefully I can get a few more sparks of inspiration in. I imagine I've been gone too long for people to really care, but if for some reason you do, now's the time to throw it out there.

Don't expect any Hall of Upgrade stuff though. I kinda got tired of that short transformation/expansion format, sorry if you liked it. It ran its course.

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When Peach had started her day, she didn't think it would end like this. It wasn't the being kidnapped by Bowser part, she was used to that. Bowser had decided to capture her castle first again, thanks to her working directly with the Mario Brothers the last few times he had tried to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom. The look on his face when she had turned up to fight him directly for the first time had been interesting to say the least. No, it wasn't that or the immediate escape attempt that had been unexpected. She just hadn't expected her escape attempt to involve baking a cake for an enormous Shy Guy called Gourmet Guy to gain his trust and stop him from calling the guards. That in itself had been an interesting series of events, but that was over with, and he had even provided her with the key to the storeroom in lower castle he had been entrusted with, conveniently where she needed to go.

"You're going?" He asked, as Peach headed for the door.

"Yes, I'm afraid I can't stay right now. I hope you don't have a problem with that." Peach said.

"You escaping? No, I'm fine with that. But that's, uh, not it." The Gourmet Guy said, and he suddenly seemed nervous. "You see, uh, well, uh..."

"Yes?" Peach said, wondering what he could be trying to say. Hang on, was he blushing? The Shy Guy masks were awfully expressive, and it certainly seemed like he was blushing, but about what?

"I, um, oh, that's it, Princess, will you go on a date with me?" He forced out, anxiously awaiting an answer. Peach had to double take for a moment. As a princess it was natural to hear this sort of thing every now and then from the brave or overly optimistic, but a Shy Guy? This Shy Guy, in particular?

"Oh, well, that's awfully sudden." She said carefully as the Shy Guy mumbled something about his roommate telling him that he had to have confidence and go for it, and she couldn't make out the rest. "After all, we've just met, and it's hardly the right situation to be thinking about something like that."

"Come on, think about it, it could work!" He said desperately. Peach had to give him a sorry expression and shake her head.

"Look, I'm sure we could be good friends, but I'm just not looking for this right now, and-"

"I get it, it's because I'm a big guy, isn't it? I bet you'd have already said yes if it were some Fly Guy in my situation, thinking they're so great just because they have wings!" the Gourmet Guy angrily said. Peach was just confused at this point. It looked like the Gourmet Guy had confidence issues.

"If you can't see it from my point of view, I know what'll do it!" he said, reaching into his robe and pulling out a Magikoopa's wand, brandishing it at Peach, who began to carefully edge away.

"Where did you get that?" She asked, hoping to distract him from her movements. Her dress was paying off, hiding her tiny steps, but it wasn't nearly fast enough to get her to the door in time if he decided to use it.

"There was a mix-up on laundry day, I've been meaning to return it, but I can't find Kamek anywhere, and... hey, don't you go anywhere!" He said, noticing her heading for the door. He shook the wand threateningly at her at, and nearly dropped it when it suddenly went off, firing a mas of shifting and brightly flashing geometric shapes at Peach. Unable to dodge in time, having frozen up when he saw her moving, she was struck by it and... felt nothing. Peach looked down at herself and couldn't see any immediate effect. Maybe it was a dud? He certainly didn't look like he knew what he was doing. His immediate panic aided in this diagnosis.

"I didn't mean to do that! Well, not yet at least! I mean, uh, hey, where are you going? Wait a se-"

Peach slammed the door behind her, and immediately regretted it. She was supposed to be stealthy! The fact that the lights had been cut off when Bowser had seized the castle might have compensated for her bright pink dress and blatant sneaking around right next to the guards, but no amount of darkness could conceal the noise. Sure enough, the Dry Bones guard who had been guarding the door to her room heard the noise and came to investigate, giving a sigh when he saw Peach.

"Princess, you know you're not supposed to try to escape. I mean, Mario and that guy in the green will get here in a couple of weeks at the most and probably beat up Lord Bowser again, would it kill you to hang on until then?" The Dry Bones guard asked her as he escorted her back to her room. "Think of it from my perspective, if you insist on trying to escape first we'll need the guards to make more rounds, or we'll need more guards in general, and if it keeps up you'll either lose your privacy and have me be forced to babysit you, or Bowser will find out and stick you in a cage again. It'll be a hassle for everybody, so just stay put, okay?"

"I'll certainly keep that in mind. You won't find me out of my room again." Peach promised, the guard not particularly convinced.

"I'm sure you will." He said, closing and locking the door behind Peach as she entered her room. Not that it'd keep her out for long, she thought, as she headed for the secret tunnel to the study she had installed in her room. She waited a minute to let the guard think she had settled in quietly as she wondered what the guard thought about her getting out of her room without alerting him, there being only one obvious exit. He didn't seem to care much at the very least, judging by his attitude. As she idly looked around the room, she caught a look at herself in the mirror and frowned. Her hips seemed a little wider than usual, and upon closer inspection her normally trim waist seemed a lot thicker than usual. Usually skinny and with a smooth curve inwards, it was wider and had very little curve to it, losing a lot of her natural petite hourglass. She could have sworn she hadn't gained a pound when she was getting dressed this morning, but maybe she had more to eat than she thought. She made a note to cut down on any cake in the immediate future. Whatever it was, a good adventure once she got out of here should burn it off.

She opened up the passageway and wandered down it, feeling like something was off. Something seemed a little heavier than usual, her hips swaying a bit more. She looked down when she reemerged at the other end in her study, and she swore her chest was at least a cup size larger. She grabbed her abdomen and felt her hands sink into what was an obvious layer of chub, moving her hands around to her behind. Even her butt was bigger! That was it, she needed a good look at herself. She hurried back down the passageway to her room, hiding it again as she approached her mirror. There was no mistaking it, she had gained a considerable amount of weight since she had last seen herself in the mirror, and that was less than two minutes ago? She cupped her now well-endowed chest, the extra inches letting her cup it while being barely able to wrap her fingers around the whole way. Her hips had widened past her shoulders, and her ass stuck out a little further than just her dress's skirt. Most distressingly was how her belly seemed to be growing the fastest, bulging out into a flabby gut that was starting to peek out past her breasts. She watched herself in the mirror, fascinated by how her belly swelled out millimetre by millimetre, before coming to her senses.

This was the Gourmet Guy's fault, that much was obvious. It was also an obvious conclusion that he had cast a spell on her that had made itself quickly apparent. It was also apparent that she was going to keep getting fatter until an unknown point. Exactly how large that would be was yet to be seen. Worst case scenario, she never stopped. The thought of being indoors if that happened was not a pleasant one. Peach lamented her pudgy figure, her face even seeming a smidge rounder by now for a second, before getting herself together. She now had an unexpected hitch in her plan, but she couldn't let it get the better of her. She just had to escape the castle before her weight started becoming a serious problem. But couldn't it have been anything else? At least if she had been turned into a Koopa or something she'd blend it and she didn't have to watch her figure bloat away. She noticed that her dress, while tight, seemed to be growing to fit her. She wondered why for a moment, then put it down to the same reason why one's clothes grew or shrank when ingesting regular mushrooms.

With heavier steps she ran back down the secret passageway, having lost enough time already. She noticed her chubby arms as she held her skirt, even her white gloves growing with her. She crept out into the hallway, her next objective planned out. Her first stop: the library. She had scattered spare keys to the various doors of the castle in various rooms, and the one she needed right now to access the lower castle was hidden in a book in the library. Fortunately she only needed to keep close to the walls and wait for the torch-wielding guard of the main hallway to turn his back for her to slip into the library. She was surprised to find that the library was empty, and didn't have to bother being stealthy. The key she was looking for was in a blue book at the end of the room, and she stopped for a moment to catch her reflection in the window of the library staring out over the castle grounds. Hopefully none of Bowser's patrolling soldiers were looking for that brief moment as the night outside allowed a clear reflection. Her chest had gained an extra inch and a half and had outgrown her spread hands, her blue broach starting to seem increasingly small between her breasts while her gut was like a pregnancy in size, easily somewhere around eight months of bulging fat, the indent where her folds of fat met showing slightly through the fabric of her dress. She wasn't pleased to see how completely round her face had become, the beginnings of a second chin creeping up on her. But she didn't have time to waste, she had a key to find.

She reached a group of blue books, right where she remembered. Which mean the key was in... that book, in the middle. She pulled it out and fanned through the pages. Nothing. Well, it had been quite a while since she put it there, her memory was probably off by one or two spaces. She put it back in and took out the book adjacent to the right of it. Nothing in that one either. Nothing in the one to the left. There were a lot of blue books, now that she thought about it. 

"Oh, I don't have time for this!" She said to herself as she decided to take the brute force method of pulling all of the books out as quickly and quietly as she could, sitting down onto her plush ass. Good heavens, she thought to herself, she was almost twice as wide, her muffin top bulging over the sides of her dress. She put all of the books on one side and dumped the useless ones on the other once she was spent using up precious seconds to go through them. Luckily it was only her sixth try that got her the key, hastily shoving the books back onto the shelf and hurrying out of the library. She didn't catch most of her reflection when she remembered to look, but she definitely caught how her ass stuck out nearly a foot behind her, her cantaloupe-sized breasts, and how she had a obvious second chin bloating her face. There was just one more stop before she could head for her escape route, and that was the guest bedroom. 

Another bit of sneaking later and she was in the guest bedroom, a small room considering it was a castle. Merely a bed, some bookshelves, a desk, a chest of drawers, and a rather large closet. There was also a mirror, but Peach didn't care to gaze into it at the moment. She went straight for the chest of drawers, which had a round opaque pot with a few flowers to spice up the room in it. Some quick digging around and a wet hand later and she had the key, and was about to make her escape when she heard the footsteps of a guard and the light he held creeping ever brighter as he approached the door. Peach looked around for a hiding place. Even a small place like this surely had good hiding places. Like under the bed! Peach was quickly foiled by the fact that the bed was built with convenience for Toads in mind. Namely that it was close to the ground and didn't have enough space for her even if she was her normal size. That left just one option. It was so cliched that she doubted that it'd work: the closet. The first place you'd look if you suspected somebody of hiding in a room. But she didn't have any other options and a small chance was better than no chance at all.

Peach hurried into the closet, glad that it was so spacious and mostly empty other than a couple of forgotten coats. She wondered who the large fluffy one belonged to. Couldn't be Daisy, Sarasaland was hot all year round. It was enormous too, enough to cover her from head to toe. Maybe it was... Peach stopped her off-topic thoughts as she heard a guard enter the room, his footsteps starting and stopping. It was a tense minute, Peach's enlarged chest heaving slowly as she tried to breathe quietly. Eventually she heard the footsteps start to head slowly towards the door, and she carefully exhaled in relief, feeling her belly press against the closet door, letting a crack of light in. Peach froze, realising her potentially fatal overlooked fact. SHe was still gaining weight! As a few more pounds slowly crept into her, she was unable to stop her rolls of fat from slowly pushing the door open. Peach began to panic as she became able to see just slightly out of the door, seeing the Koopa with his back turned heading for the door, Peach convinced that he'd take one last look over the room and see a suspiciously pink dress sticking out of the closet.

She could hear the closet door agonisingly creaking, and in her moment of panic Peach took a do-or-die attempt at fixing the problem, grabbing the large fur coat and throwing it over her head. It rustled conspicuously and was now sticking out of the closet, but at the very least her distinctive pink was concealed. Unfortunately, whether it had been the sound that attracted him or if he was going to do it anyway, the Koopa turned around and spotted the coat sticking out of the closet, Peach hearing muffled footsteps heading towards her. They stopped just in front of her, and Peach was holding her breath when, instead of opening the door to discover her, the Koopa tried to fit the part of the coat sticking out back into the closet. Disorganised things like this bothered him and he couldn't resist trying to correct it. He closed the door, only for it to swing slightly open again. Peach suppressed an "oof" as he shoved what he believed to be a particularly bulky coat inwards, Peach's belly being pushed inwards behind the coat. A few unsuccessful shoves later and he gave up on trying to close it.

"Just how much are they trying to stuff into there? Geez, remind me to leave a note to tell the princess to get bigger closets." The Koopa guard said to himself, leaving Peach confused but relieved that she hadn't been discovered. She waited a minute after she heard the Koopa leave the room before climbing out of the closet, shoving the coat in as she heaved a deep breath of relief. She also got a good look at herself in the mirror and got to see just how much she had grown in only a few minutes. She started from the top and worked her way down. Most of her neck had been consumed by her second chin, to the point where her chin had almost vanished to begin with. There was a smoothness to her wide face that had left her beauty surprisingly intact. It was all there, just... larger. In her smile of relief at not being discovered not yet quashed by her appraisal of herself, some might have said that it even made her look jollier than usual.

Next were her thick, fatty biceps, which had any spotlight they had stolen by her now enormous chest. Each breast was the size of her head, and her blue broach was swallowed by the valley of what would have been cleavage, moving slightly as her her chest heaved in and out. Her enormous gut was pushed out even further, Peach being barely able to reach her navel with how enormous it was. Coupled with her gigantic hips, Peach realised she could have stood three of herself at her normal size side-by-side and equaled one of herself at this weight, Her arms were pushed out diagonally when she rested them at her sides, pushing her muffin top in slightly. Underneath her dress, her slender legs had become chunky tree-trunk thighs, the foot and a half of her ass pushing at the back of her dress completing the package of her lower half. When Peach began to head for the door, her body was a spectable of motion. Her belly jostled, her chest bounced back and forth, and her behind bustled as she ponderously strove forward.

She reached the door, and was reaching for the doorknob when the door swung open, revealing one of Bowser's right-hand women and eldest of the Magikoopas, Kammy Koopa, currently absolutely surprised at what she had discovered.

"Just what in the name of Lord Bowser is going on here? Is that one of you Goombas playing around with the disguise magic again?" Kammy asked, befuddled by the obese Peach in front of her. Peach's mind raced as she silently thanked Kammy for a convenient excuse. Mario had complained about Goombas disguising themselves as her to try to get the jump on him at the end of a castle. Now she just had to put on a convincing act.

Peach put on a slightly nasally tone to her voice as she removed all of her usual refinement, slouching over a bit. "I thought I'd pretend to be the princess, then spring the alarm on Mario! I messed up my disguise though, I'm not good with this magic stuff like  Do ya think it'll still fool him for a bit?"

"If you turn the lights off and only let him see you from the forehead down, maybe! Your voice is all wrong, too. We never should have let you Goombas try out magic, let me show you how a real Magikoopa does it!" Kammy said, Peach backing off as Kammy waved her wand, a bright flash of light blinding her before she found a perfect replica of herself standing before her. The copy put on a vapid expression, causing Peach's expression to twitch slightly.

"Mario, oh Mario, help me! I'm ever so helpless and in need of rescuing, as usual! I could never help myself, so help me!" Kammy in the guise of Peach said, Peach being sure her voice wasn't quite that high pitched, and certainly not in the tone Kammy was putting on. Anybody who heard her would think she was some vapid bimbo.

"Wow, ya really showed me! I'll try to get it right before Mario arrives!" Peach said, masking her unamused expression. There was another flash as Kammy returned to normal.

"You had better, I think I can see you getting fatter by the second! Do it again, and don't go too far in the other direction! She's skinny, not anorexic! Now get out of here, I'm using this as my bedroom for the duration of our stay in the generous princess's castle!" Kammy said, hopping onto the bed as Peach excused herself.

"Good grief, I think I'll have a heart attack before I get out of here." She said to herself. Fortunately she was almost out, and while Kammy's statement had alarmed her, she didn't seem to have actually gotten any fatter in the last couple of minutes, apparently having reached her upper limit. Fortunately, even with her tremendously overweight body, the guards proved easy to avoid. She quickly made it to the storeroom, her chest bouncing as she made her way downstairs. It was locked with the key the Gourmet Guy had given her, meaning she didn't have to worry about any unexpected guests. She made her way past various crates before she found the one she was looking for, giving a decidedly feminine attempt at a grunt as she pushed it out of the way. She trapped a point on the wall a slightly darker shade than the rest of the colour it had been painted, causing a large panel to slide out and reveal her trump card: a traditional green warp pipe! It was a little smaller than the average one at the top in order to keep it as hidden as possible, but once she got down she'd have all the room in the world as she was sent far away from the castle and able to regroup with the Mario Bros. She could figure out this fat body of hers when she got there. She stood over the pipe, and jumped to go on her merry way.

And got stuck.

What she hadn't realised when she stood over it was that if she tried to enter the normal way, she'd get stuck. Completely and utterly wedged in, her waist spilling out over the sides as she tried to force herself down and only succeeding in getting herself stuck even more firmly. She lacked the upper body strength to pull herself out as well, and after a few minutes of struggling she gave in to the fact that she was embarassingly stuck sticking half out of a warp pipe, her legs stuck flailing around with what little room her chunky thighs would allow.

The time seemed to drag by as her only option was to wait for somebody to find her, and eventually she heard the door open. She was too embarrassed to call for them, and her face burned as they made their way towards her. At least she wasn't getting any bigger. Not that it was much of an upside at this point. A shadow loomed over her, and she twisted her head to explain her situation to the one who had found her, and was surprised to find the Gourmet Guy standing sheepishly over her. She wasn't sure whether to breathe s sigh of relief or not.

"How did you find me?" She settled on asking.

"I figured you'd head for the place my key opened when I didn't find you in your room. Don't worry, the guards still don't know you're gone." He said. There was an awkward silence.

"So, you're responsible for all this then?" She said, pointing towards her corpulent frame.

"Uh, yeah. I didn't mean to though!"

"Then what were you going to do with that wand?"

"Well, I hadn't really planned that far ahead. I was just thinking about how you'd see that we could be a perfect match if you could see it from my perspective when it went off."

Peach decided that she was just lucky she hadn't been turned into a Shy Girl or something.

"Well, you still have the wand, you can turn me back now." She said. The Gourmet Guy shifted his feet awkwardly.

"Yeah, I, uh, don't really know how to use that thing. I'd probably just make it worse." He said. Peach suppressed a groan. "Do you want me to help you out of there?"

"Actually, you can push me down instead. The top of the pipe is smaller than the rest of it, once I get moving it'll be a smooth trip." She said. It'd be an uncomfortable squeeze for the first few seconds, but better than being jammed in it.

"So I'd say that would put you in my debt, wouldn't it?" The Gourmet Guy said confidently. "If you want me to help you, you have to agree to go on a date with me!"

At that point, Peach snapped. "It's your fault I'm even in this situation in the first place! The least you can do to make up for it is helping me without whining about romance!"

Peach caught herself from going any further. She took a deep breath as the Gourmet Guy was surprised at her uncharacteristic outburst.

"I'm sure you're a perfectly good guy, but I'm just not looking for that sort of thing right now, and I've got more important things to worry about anyway. If you can't handle rejection from somebody that you surely know probably isn't going to say yes, then how are you going to handle it from anybody else? What you need is to try to find the right girl for you without forcing them to spend time with you. You can't just tell them that they'll like you later!" Peach advised. The Gourmet Guy seemed deflated, but lifted himself back up after a minute of thinking.

"Well, alright. I figured I had to try at least one more time though, you know? But you still have to do one thing for me if I'm going to help you!" He declared. "You have to make me another cake the next time we meet!"

"That's it?" Peach asked. The Gourmet Guy deflated again slightly.

"It was a really good cake, alright? We'll share it. No dates or anything."

"Alright, it's a promise. Now help me get through this pipe."

There was a few minutes of grunting and gasping as Peach's bulk was forced down the pipe little by little, until finally Peach only needed one good push to drop properly down the pipe.

"By the way," Peach said, panting slightly from exertion. "Even if you don't know how to reverse it, I can just find somebody who does, right?"

"I don't think so. I don't know if he was talking literally or just didn't want to help me, but Kamek said that his magic couldn't be used for dieting. I think that means you'll have to lose it on your own."

"What? That's-"

Peach was shoved down the pipe before she could protest, the sensation of swiftly travelling through the pipes a relief after being stuck for so long. She zoomed far away from the castle, hoping she wasn't going to be much slower than usual. Another sigh rocked her chubby face as her chest jiggled around from all the motion. This was going to take a lot of explaining.
Super Princess Plump
Boy, it's been a lot longer than I thought since I've put something out. Sure has been a slow year. I've just had little to no inspiration beyond some small stuff here and there. Hopefully I'll be a bit more productive in 2015. I still can't title things, as you can see.

This is one of two weight gain stories I'm trying out, and this one changed a lot from the initial spark. Originally I was going to do a story based on :iconunknownrez:'s Queen Peach drawings, but despite a bit of planning I kind of lost momentum when it came to actually writing it. Then it turned out that somebody had written a (considerably shorter than what i had planned) version of it that was 90% the same. That was after I had decided to abandon it for now anyway. Then this was going to be a gradual weight gain sequence taking place over a long period of time based on :iconkawaiidebu:'s Preliminary Progressive Peach sequence that I can't seem to get to link properly.
, a fantastic weight gain sequence even if it was never completely finished. Kawaiidebu really needs to do more gradual sequences, he's great at them. But then I decided that since I already had a gradual weight gain story in the works, I should make a more traditional growth story. Funnily enough, the beginning and ending of this initial over-time story is nearly the same. The various stages of Peach's growth are mostly based on that sequence anyway, although her growth ends in the third-to-last panel.

As might be obvious to some, this whole sneaking around the castle thing is based upon the sneaking segments from Paper Mario on the N64, and the first version of the first scene had Twink and the castle floating as in that version, the idea being that it started during Paper Mario. That got cut fairly quickly when the over-time part was removed.  The part where she bakes the cake and then the Gourmet Guy's reaction cut out since it doesn't really add anything to the story. Obviously there's room for a lot of improvement in the expansion here, but I hope for something I've only written a little of it's fairly good for what it is.

I'd like to make some sort of sequel starring Daisy or something in the future, although I'm not sure how it'd go as of writing this. Maybe a gradual expansion as originally planned? Maybe something different from weight gain? Who knows. The other story I had planned could be out shortly or not for a while still, since I'm not quite happy with where it is at the moment. I hope you enjoy this, anyway. If I've missed anything in my proofreading, feel free to point it out, and criticism is welcome.
Geez. I should probably get some more stuff out, maybe complete some half-baked ideas I've had. 

You guys got any particular type of expansion or transformation you'd like a story of dubious quality done in? Maybe a sequel to something? I've been kinda indecisive, been wanting to do a little more weight gain recently. I think anything at this point is better than nothing I guess. Hopefully I can get a few more sparks of inspiration in. I imagine I've been gone too long for people to really care, but if for some reason you do, now's the time to throw it out there.

Don't expect any Hall of Upgrade stuff though. I kinda got tired of that short transformation/expansion format, sorry if you liked it. It ran its course.


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JamsnJellies Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey, thanks so much for watching!
RubenDaol21 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2014
Hello, do you offer requests?
RandomSparks Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2014
Not at the moment, sorry.
RubenDaol21 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2014
Thats alright.
Omega619 Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2014
Is there going to be any more metroid: hall of upgrades before this year ends?
RandomSparks Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2014
No, probably not.
Omega619 Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014
Will some the new year?
RandomSparks Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014
Probably not. I've hit a dead end with that series and I don't have much interest in reviving it in the near future.
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