The goddess had gone full force on his transformation. His once thin, childish torso had swelled with pounds upon pounds of fatty flesh. A thick, jiggly pot belly now hung from his midsection, its weight a constant reminder of his change. His waistline had rocketed well past fifty inches around and he had certainly bypassed the hurdle into straight up obesity. Other parts of his body had followed in suit, with his thighs and arms getting a bit of pudge as well, but none had been as filled as his stomach.
"What in the hell?" he asked aloud, dumbfounded by his change.
"The change is complete, Sethryan. You have become a fully formed man."
"Fully formed? I'm a butter ball!" he said, digging a finger into his layer of lard.
"What did you expect? I'm a goddess of female fertility, not of war. I can thicken you, not strengthen you."
"This isn't fair. No woman's gonna date a man who can barely stand, let alone serve as a true warrior."
"I wouldn't say that. Back when my worshipers still gathered at my shrine, it was considered a true honor for the village chieftain to be fattened by all of the village's bachelorettes."
"Whatever," he said, waving off her story, "Let's go find that priest and get you the hell out of me."
Sethryan left the secluded lake, his tubby form waddling away at a snail's pace. The trek, which not five minutes ago had been a simple matter, was now an adventure in itself. His muscles could barely press on with the thick blubber holding him down.
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