"You see, young Eric," Geoff began, in a tone that was like a teacher, "I offer a service to most people. In return, I offer them two options- to pay it off with service, or with money. And secrecy is a must. Now you may be wondering: What service could possibly be successful enough to need to be a secret? It is simple, my dear Eric- I modify peoples bodies. And how? Well, I have mastered the arcane arts.
"I know what you're thinking- and no, I don't read minds. I read faces, and yours is rather easy. 'Magic? That doesn't exist!'" You blush and look away- you had been thinking that, "But I can tell you, it does, and I do practice it. Now think, when you came here, you mentioned that I was older than your mother, correct? Well, I am. Now, how could I appear to be your age, and eat as much as I do and appear to be so fit and muscular? Magic is truly, the only answer.
"But I offer this service of magic to other people. Often, you'll find people desperate enough for change that they'll believe in even magic if you offer it to them. Luckily for them, I'm no fraud. And, I do not offer that much monetarily, it is just that so many of them feel obliged to help even after they have done their time. Using other tricks of magic, they are never so far from home as to be suspicious- they can simply drive out of the garage and be home when they need. Only Bruno lives here with me, and only he has received a steady pay-check the entire time. Don't get me wrong, the other staff members get paid for home, too, just not for as long a period of time. Bruno has been my closest companion since childhood, and I would have felt guilty had I not provided him a steady flow of money, and my services. But we should eat- Bruno has our plates ready," Geoff finished with a flourish of his hand and by picking up his fork. Bruno had put about five well-covered plates in front of him, and then gave about three to you. You were still rather shocked by the story, but decided to just eat and see how things went along. Maybe he was being honest, maybe he was totally insane- regardless, he was freaking loaded, so why not listen?
A long while later, you had finished eating. You did have another plate after the first three, but you couldn't stuff anything else down your throat at this point. So you just quietly groaned and rubbed your bloated stomach, your button having broken a while ago.
"I see you are finished. My currently body cannot hold as much as my usual body, so I too will stop. I guess now I should begin my demonstration?" He smiled slyly, getting up, his stomach bloated in a similar fashion to yours, although more pronounced. He nodded to Bruno, who picked you up out of the chair and followed after Geoff, surprising you, "I'll go to the library, as it would be most fitting for a demonstration of arcane might." You decide to work up the courage to speak again.
"How can I be sure that what you're doing is magic? What if it's just an elaborate stage tick? Smoke and mirrors and all that?" Your voice sounded a bit more skeptical than you were hoping it would.
"Do not be worried, the demonstration shall not be me changing my own body. Instead, I shall do something that will truly convince you that what I do is, indeed, of mystic nature."
"What are you going to do?"
"Why, change your body, of course."
"What?!" By this time, you had reached the library, which was an enormous, regal area on the opposite side of the mansion to the dining room and kitchen, which, put together, were probably similar to the size of this place, you decided. Looking up, you could see multiple levels of book cases, and a glass roof to let sunlight through. All in all, a nice-looking place. But you didn't really care at the moment. Not at all, no. He was talking about changing your body! But into what...?
"Eric," You heard Geoff say,