The next day, once given the proper amount of time to digest all that he had chugged down (all of which had also converted to more fat on his chunky frame), he had made his way to the windmill in the village. His softening ass was stressing his tights, and his prominent belly forced up his undershirt (all that he wore) an inch or two.
A few weeks prior, a strange man had wandered into the area. Link, being quasi-famous, had apparently merited an introduction by this strange fellow. A few weeks back, while wandering the plains for exercise (a concept that now felt so humorous to the eager Hylan), he felt a presence behind him. Turning quickly, he saw it to be a man about his height, dressed in a strange red jester's suit.
"I have heard of your deeds in this land," he said, then making an offer for Link. Should he ever desire an ally of any sort, or assistance with anything, all he had to do was head to the windmill. The jester would surely be there. Link gave a perplexed and hesitant look but the jester seemed to have seen it within him: "No request is too strange, nothing too absurd; for I have lived longer than you think and have seen much more than you would expect or even contemplate."
That was pretty much that, and Link went on his merry way, waving goodbye to the pleasant but off-putting jester.
Now here he was, eager to get fatter, and he wanted this eccentric man's assitance. The drive within him only hoped that the jester would appear, and that he could even help Link in his strange endeavor.
Sure enough, to Link's joy, he saw the jester step from the shadow's cast by the setting sun through the narrow windows of the windmill.
"My, my good sir! Have we been indulging a tad too much?"
Link stood silent, one hand grazing his obviously fatter stomach. The jester gazed intently at the Hylan and jumped a bit with realization.
"Interesting! But not unheard of, I guess. Sure, I can help you out, if that's truly what you want."
Link only nodded, strangely aware that the jester knew of his desire.
Hearing a clank, Link looked down. Below him at his feet was an iron flask. Giving a hesitant glance at the red jester, he bent over (which was becoming a slight chore) and lifted it up.
The jester merely nodded as Link slowly brought it to his lips before downing it with abandon. He wiped his mouth as he let out a raunchy belch.
"That potion will increase your appetite for the day tenfold, increase the amount of calories your body draws from food, and also is quite a hefty source of nutrition in and of itself. Each morning there will be one of these on your table so long as you drank the one the previous day, otherwise the chain will cease."
"And this is true? This will... help me?" Link asked, disbelieving the wondrous gift he was given.
"Yes. And should you feel you've gotten big enough, all you must do is cease the drinking of the potions. Of course, that won't diminish the natural appetite you will have garnered at that point. Also, it is your job to satiate a tenfold hunger each day, mind you. Otherwise you may very well starve from hunger!
Link nodded, already thinking of his plan to start preparing a stockpile of food the next day for his coming feasting.
With a bright flash, the jester had vanished, leaving the Hylan alone with his thoughts in the eerie windmill, and his suddenly ravenous hunger.
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