Party Favors: Part 4

Rounding out the party, the host himself, Theo, may have bitten off a little more than he can chew. Enjoy, hope you all had a great holiday, and Happy New Year!

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Theo was feeling ever so slightly miffed. He did so hate it when people didn't play by the rules. That was really the only way to explain how his party had ended, his co-host was a cheater. He had invited the fashion designer Silver as a co-host for his holiday bash, knowing that Silver couldn't resist some of the clientele; fashion models and powerbuilders with god-like physiques, only for many of them to get even bigger as the night proceeded. It had all gone exactly as the cheshire saw it playing out in his mind- except for his guest of honor. He watched with anticipation as the stag hovered over the buffet table- Theo took careful note of the Stag's favorite food, and had made certain that the chocolate dishes were prominent and tempting. But then Silver was quickly shoved out of the way by Suresh, the fashion model turned snake-like whale, gorging himself. He watched with increasing gall as Silver drifted from table to table, either taking the exact wrong morsel or turning down food entirely. Finally, in a last act of desperation to get this obstinate deer to play along, Theo offered a toast, filled with a most potent draught of his own creation. There was enough of his elixir in that glass to make a whole village into unrepentant gluttons- and nothing happened.

His ever-present smile disappeared for the first time in 17 years as Theo stared aghast at Silver, finally reaching out for his drink in flabbergasted outrage and down the whole thing- and soon felt the effects of his most potent brew on his own body. His stomach gurgled something fierce, and the appetite of an elder being like him was already vast. He ended his own party by eating every last crumb left standing, gorging himself into an inflated, obscenely bloated parody of himself- an enormous, watermelon shaped blimp of a belly that turned him into a doughy, gelatinous mountain of green fur, his fine clothes torn to tatters. Every part of him had become caked over in layers of fat; his flabby legs sat listlessly, larger than tree trunks and buried under his fat folds and love handles, and bolstered by an enormous rear end that could crush any seat that dared try to hold its weight.

Theo, fuming and trying to make sense of it all, felt a lithe finger pushing deep into his belly fat, and there he was- lithe as ever, Silver.

"You, sir, cheated."

Silver, with a cheshire grin of his own spread upon his lips, chuckled airily. "No, you just forgot the rules. White Stag- we're already magical. Which means any magic cast on us… gets reflected back on the caster."

The cheshire's bloated tail wriggled lazily. "Get closer, and we'll see how well you can reflect me sitting on you."