Sethryan's sword clanked onto the wooden floor having dropped it in shock. He slowly moved his arms and placed his hands on his newly fatten hips reluctantly giving them a squeeze as if to affirm if they were real, to his dismay they were very real and soft to the touch. With his arms at his sides he realised how wide his bottom half had become as he noticed his arms rested at an angle, his hips now curved outwards wider then his shoulders. Moving his hands to around the back he felt that each cheek must have been bigger then his head and felt much heavier too.
His mind raced as to what the village would think of him; his lower half would now make him a bigger target for Krogar and his cronies, also even though he had always felt his chances with Aristra were slim they were much slimmer now. Since it was a warrior village he felt his rump would only hinder him in any form of combat, he would never gain their respect like this! It all became too much for him as he threw out any warrior pride he had left out the window, collapsed on to his knees; his thighs and rump wobbling as he did; and begged.
“Please, please old hag turn me back! I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused! I'm a warrior I'm not suppose to look like this!” He pleaded, his hands clenched together.
“And why should I? You expect me to forgive a whelp like you? You bring no tribute like any respectful warrior would!”
Sethryan kept his head low to the ground as he continued to beg, his eyes welling up as he reflected more on his failings.
“Please change me back old hag! I AM a whelp, the whole village sees me as a joke. I only wished to prove myself and I couldn't even get that right! Please I'll do anything!”
The old crow was slightly taken aback by this, she knew the village nearby for it's boastful warriors and never expected one like this. She took some slight pity on him, besides his new bountiful hips the rest of his body had little muscle so it was believable he was seen as a runt of the village.
“Well you can stop calling me 'old hag'! And fine I'll turn you back BUT you must do something for me first.”
Sethryan slowly raised up from the floor, he had was ecstatic to hear this though also slightly worried at what she may ask.
“Of course, I'll keep to my word, what do you wish me to do?”
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