"Little sister! What's all that screaming about?"
"Yayyyyy! Look big sis, a new adventuress has fallen into our traps. Our magic is unbeatable. Just look at this super cute little squishy elf."
"Oh please, not again. What good times those were when we only used rolling stones, arrows, and fire traps for our little dungeon... Now we have to constantly pick up these little balls of fat. And why do you have to definitely keep them?"
"Please, big sis, they are so cute. Look how cuddly this one is. And you can collect them! I already have a warrior, thief, magician, and now an elf archer. An Elf! She's going into the showroom with the others."
Maybe it's time for my big sister to learn the benefits of my collection, ideally by becoming a part of it, thought the Dungeon Master as she cuddled the soft little elf.
Tags: weight gain, immobile, shrunken woman
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Story by Callrudy |
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Artwork by J. Mariano Luengo |
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