Etna's eyes opened lazily and darted to the clock. She had overslept by almost two hours. As she tried to account for her abnormal tiredness, she realized she hadn't felt this refreshed in ages. She almost felt intoxicated with good vibes. She pointed at a decorative urn in her room and watched with amazement as the ice spell she tried to cast materialized with almost no concentration or mental exhaustion, obliterating the vase with diamond-sharp ice. Etna felt like she could take on the world!....until she got to her feet. She suddenly felt a little nauseous, and her shoulders got the slightest bit achy. She plopped back down into her bed and the good vibes immediately returned. She slept another hour, and would have gone for longer, but her growling stomach rudely awakened her.
"Tch...guess a trip to the kitchen is worth the headache." She got to her feet, this time ready for the mild feeling of discomfort. She glanced at herself in the mirror, and her eyes widened. She was kind of chunky! Her belly was now a soft little dome that squished into the waistband of her shirt. She realized she had less mobility in her skirt; her thighs had softened, and Etna was worried that if she had gained just a few more pounds, her butt would be too big to cover with her skirt. Her face was rounder, and her breasts seemed ever so slightly bigger; only someone with treated them with as much scrutiny as Etna would notice, however. She seemed less concerned about her weight gain and more than more didn't go to her chest. "I would have hoped the whole lardo effect was only for that angel girl, but If this process is going to make me a fatass, it better not take the phrase literally and shove a little blubber into my chest!" Etna scowled.
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"More, more, MORE!" Do you not understand the word? M-O-R-E!" Etna had discarded her fork for her third plate of pancakes and tore into them with her hands, letting butter and syrup cascade over them. Her prinny chefs were desperately trying to keep up with her appetite.Bite after bite sent a sticky river dripping down her chin and onto her skirt. She felt her skirt digging deeper into her waist as her gut became packed with food even as it growled in want of more sustenance. She killed another two plates, wiped her hands on her skirt, and threatened to use her new-found magical aptitude to have prinny for lunch if she wasn't brought chocolate to round out the meal as soon as possible. Ever since she sat down to eat, her discomfort had vanished, and the second food touched her lips she realized how hungry she was. Her weight gain was in the back of her mind as she demanded more food, but her desire to eat was overwhelming.
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