Stretching Consequences, pt 3 (Patreon)

I can’t do this anymore. Can’t Resist. Every meal I skip makes me gurgle and hunger that much more. I feel a gaping, yearning for food that I can never seem to quell. The books I borrowed were garbage, either written in the language of the Fey or otherwise completely unable to help. Those few spells I managed to cast over my bloated gut seemed to reflect off, dissipating harmlessly in the air. Whatever magic the Mistress used, it’s beyond my ability to dispel.

And always, whilst I panic, and read, and search for help, my stomach is a large, wobbling, gurgling reminder of my failure. My disgrace! I can’t enlist the help of The Mage’s Guild, it was my own hubris that lead me to this situation in the first place. They’ll just tell me to go back to the Mistress, but how could I do that? It would be only slightly less humiliating than showing my bloated, porcine self to my family! 

I think on my way back to the hotel, I’m going to grab some food. I’ve been hungry for too long, perhaps on a full stomach, I’ll be able to think of a way out of this mess...