William decided that in order to really be an adventurer he'd need some source of income. So, with the dire wolf's claw in hand, approached the sleeping older wolves and one by one gave them gently pokes in the belly. The claw didn't have to go in deep. So long as it penetrated the skin it could send it's magic into it's victims.
With each poke, the wobbling bellies of the obese wolves grew out, jiggling and gurgling as their fat expanded. William found it curious how the dire wolves' skin stretched to accommodate for the new fat. Rings of blubber wrapped around the necks of the feral beasts and their tails sunk into growing rears. By the time William was done, each wolf was too large to move their legs, let alone escape. From there, William took the claws from the immobilized wolves.
Looking at the morbidly obese masterpieces he had left, it was no wonder to William that the kingdom had been riddled with massive obesity in the past few years. Between many seasons of rich crops, the recent mutation of the dire wolves, the use of particular magics learned from the nearby citadel's magic academy and the popular new form of battle adventurers had taken up, devouring your enemies whole, citizens and adventurers alike had a hard time living their day to day lives without earning a hefty frame. In fact, obesity was becoming a fad of sorts, as it represented a life full of adventure and success arguably just as much as a ripped muscular body. The main reason William had avoided this thus far was because his cottage was on the outskirts of the city and he tended to keep to himself.
Looking back to the no longer little wolf cub, William let out a sigh. He scooped up the blob of wobbling fur in his arms and, employing all his strength, wandered back to his house. Once he arrived to his cottage he opened the gate to his backyard. He set down his little wolf pet, who he decided to name Blubberfang as a testament to both the feisty attitude he had shown as he writhed about in William's arms and, of course, the thick padding of his blubber and the fat he could give to others.
William got to work, poking Blubberfang in the belly and butt with the claw, which was beginning to run out of juice. slowly Blubberfang's belly rose up beneath him, hoisting him into the air and splaying his legs to the sides, resting off the ground and on his stomach. His rear also grew into two perfectly round jiggling globes with a tail poking out of the crevasse in between.
William's tail swooshed side to side and he smiled as his new dire wolf pet calmed down. The soothing effects of jiggling fat on all his parts must have made him sleepy. William knew he'd have to keep Blubberfang fattened up from time to time. He wouldn't need to eat much since he was so big, but until the two had bound enough for the fox to call the dire wolf his companion he'd need to stay big enough that he wouldn't run away. Perhaps some day Blubberfang would be docile enough to be William's traveling/battle companion?
Well either way, now that William had Blubberfang safe at home, he started off into the city to see what supplies he could purchase with his claws. The trek to the city didn't take long, but once he got closer to the shopping district within the city's heart William found it harder and harder to move. The shopping district had some of the more wealthy homes of the city, and thus the citizens out and about on the streets became wider and wider as William headed in, some even taking up half the street.
William first decided to make a visit to the blacksmith's shop. The heat of the forge blasted William's fur as he entered the doorway. The blacksmith, Argus, was a tall bull with thick, beefy arms, and a large, round beer belly.. "Aye, what can I getcha?" Argus said, focusing his attention on the spearhead he was shaping. He then looked up at William, saw the rusty sword on his back and sighed. "Ah, another perspective adventurer... Do yerself a favor and see yerself out. Trust me, things are getting wild around here and you don't look like the fightin' type."
Puffing out his chest, William stepped forward and approached the counter. "Not the fighting type, huh?" He opened up his sack of dire wolf claws and dumped it on the counter. Argus put down the hammer and eyed the claws.
"Dire wolf claws, eh? Well, paint me tusks and call me a daisy! Ye might just have the fighting spirit in you." Argus picked up one of the claws and weighed it in his hand. "Yep, this seems like the real thing, but..." He gave himself a sharp poke in the stomach with the claw. His firm belly rounded out, swelling in front of him to the size of a beach ball. Argus let out a hefty laugh as he slapped his massive gut. "Haha, yes that's real alright!"
William bartered with Argus and, in exchange for half of the claws, received a well fitted chain mail suit, a higher quality steel sword and a dagger handle fitted to hold the claws of dire wolves. William then went off to sell some more claws in exchange for some food supplies (a few apples, a box of donuts and a cake) and some potions, including a few healing potions and some "deflater" potions. William had heard of many creatures out in the wild, like the syrup vines to the northern woods or the various jelly slimes from the fields to the hills, that force fed themselves to their victims in battle. The deflater potions would speed up the digestive system, quickening recovery from a deadly stuffing, although whatever was consumed would still take it's toll on the body.
Now feeling ready for true adventure, William had to decide where to continue. He could go back south to the fields and hunt the wild beasts as well as wildlings, savage magic-wielding raiders who reject society in favor of a dangerous life. Perhaps the farm there would be in need of an adventurer such as himself? He had heard Ol' Farmer Buttermilk was having trouble keeping his herd.
He could also head north into the forest. In the forest he would likely come across syrup vines, thick plants who wrapped their vines around their victims and pumped them full of syrup until they were incapacitated (or worse), or perhaps a blueberry nymph, a forest sprite who's songs could lull an adventurer into a trance in which they swelled up with juices like a blueberry until they popped. Strange, mysterious events also took place in the forest, and one could never tell whether they'd encounter a pack of wild wolves or a house made out of candy!
To the east there was the citadel, another city centered around the school of magic. It would probably cost a hefty penny to earn the cash to study magic, however the inn there would be a great place to pick up quests and the hills nearby, while holding stronger creatures than the forest or fields and perhaps being too "high level", was home to various caves and who doesn't love adventures in caves? Farther off to the east were the mountains, where the most dangerous creatures lived. William knew he wouldn't be able to take on anything there yet, but perhaps once he had grown stronger he could.
To the west there was another town by the beachside. There were also probably some quests there, and the relaxation of the sun, sand and very large coconuts sounded nice. Word was it the docks could take you to an island full of dangerous tribals, but again William doubted he was strong enough to adventure there.
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