A groan escaped Sam's greasy lips as she hoisted herself into bed. She'd never eaten so much in her life. For nearly a week, Two-Bits had been stuffing her with carb-laden treats until she couldn't hold another crumb and pouring beer down her throat until she brimmed with it.
She could swear that she was getting fatter, too. She couldn't understand how she was putting it on so quickly, but she was sure it was true. Her arms felt -- softer. Fleshier. Her face looked a little bit rounder in the mirror. Some of that was probably due to plain old bloating, but she had to admit that not all of it was.
I need to exercise, she thought, but just the thought of moving gave her cramps. Ugh, this bet was a terrible idea...
It's a good thing I've got a backup plan.
She found herself being shaken out of a beer-soaked slumber by her midnight appointment, a goblin leatherworker named Tix Hidepilfer who was known to follow adventurers around and skin the beasts they killed.
"Hey! Slicer! There better be a good reason you called me all the way into Ironforge," he grumbled. "Any of those guards seen me, I'd be short a head."
"You're already short a couple feet," Sam smiled. "I wasn't worried. Your discretion is the reason I called you."
"And your recent good fortune is the reason I answered." His face split in a money-hungry grin. "Planning on adding a few upgrades to your gear? A nice anti-grav belt maybe, or maybe a flame tosser, or -- I know! A pair of knocker-mounted chest bazookas! All yours, for the right price."
"Nothin' like that," Sam said, waving him away. "I just need it... altered."
"Altered how?"
"Let out, okay?" she snapped.
"Oh-ho," Tix chuckled. "I thought I noticed something different about you. So, the old Slicer is letting herself go, eh? Thinking of changing your name to Thunderbuns?"
"No, and if you call me that again, you'll have to get out of Ironforge naked and wearing your ears as a moustache. Can you do it or not?"
"Calm down, sugar bulges. I can do anything."
"Good, because there's a complication. It's currently being kept in a secure vault owned by a friend of ours."
"What? And may I ask why?"
"Because apparently Two-Bits doesn't trust me not to cheat!"
"Ha! The nerve of some fellas, huh?" Tix smiled. "So how much you want me to let this out?"
"Not too much. It can't be baggy, or he'll get wise. Just... an inch or two on the thighs, maybe three on the waist, and a little more room in the cups. Got it?"
"Got it. One plus-size casing for a dwarven sausage coming up. Now, where exactly is this vault?"
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Fifteen minutes later, Tix found himself sliding down a Goblin Retractable Semi-Explosive Microcable into the back room of Lil Lizz's shop. Ah, he said, spotting the vault. He would have to work quickly. Judging by the still-steaming mug of coffee sitting on the workbench, Lil Lizz hadn't been gone long; she could be back at any moment.
His eyes narrowed as he saw the half-empty vial of green liquid sitting askew in the rack, with a receipt taped to it. Lil Lizz, I.O.U. 2gp for: 10cc Hog Fattener. Signed, Two-Bits.
Either our human friend has taken up farming on the side, Tix thought, or he's playing this just as dirty as Sam is. Well, ain't this a fun little friendly wager?
Suddenly, he heard tiny footsteps just outside the door. Lizz was coming back!
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