Less than an hour, that's all it took for the charms to stop protecting them from the curse. They obviously forgot to ask about the layout of the place too, that was on Ishma, he thought that maybe he could've managed to track a path with his skills alone with as little info as they had, but he wasn't expecting the place to become a living labyrinth. Every path, every fork turned, changed, vanished without notice and the blink of an eye. He wished they didn't use a "backdoor" like they did.

Apparently, only the kingdom's guild members of a certain rank and parties being under the patronage of high members of the court were allowed to enter the place right away, any other normal adventurer was prohibited entrance due to the dangers the place posed on the inexperienced ones.

Thanks to their choice, the only thing they could do would be to explore, hoping to find an exit since looking for the treasure was way beyond their skills, and without being able to call for help either, there was no other choice.

Adam's stomach rumbled loudly across the hollowed candlelit hall, as he complained about how despite everything they had heard, they still had to see any of the food they were told they would see. Not even the faintest smell of it. And yet, the hunger pangs increased. And he wanted to eat something.

This was obviously a ploy from the place itself, tormenting them psychologically to make them more vulnerable to be tempted to partake in the food that would probably show up anytime now. Ishma held his own midsection as it let out an audible groan.

Ishma: "Yeah, anytime now…"

The wolf said under his breath, as he ACTUALLY wanted some food to appear in front of him. He had never been so hungry as that one time he was sent on a long-term mission to assassinate a magistrate and had to go an entire month eating just insects and drinking rainwater.

Suddenly he realized he could only hear his own steps, Adam's had been silent for a hot minute, turning immediately he let out a sigh of relief as he saw his partner looking inside a hole in the wall that wasn't there previously.

A little concerned he reached out and asked him if everything was ok, only for the crimson dragon to look at him with pleading eyes and drool dripping from his maw.

Adam: "Ishi! There's food inside, but my arm is too big to reach it!!"

As he said that, Adam tried fitting his big arm through the metal hole but couldn't get past his big forearm. Ishma told him to stop trying to make it fit or he might injure himself. Moving his partner's arm out of the way, he was able to take a look inside. A platter of fresh fruit was sitting on the other side, the fresh apple shining through the dim room was calling for his name.

Ishma knew it was a trap, but he was already desperately trying to reach for the fruit on the other side. Adam encouraged him to get it. At last, he was able to grab the apple with his paws, letting out an audible sigh of relief, but all of a sudden, the wall around his arm turned to golden sand and crumbled around him. They both prepared their weapons to fight, but as the room lit up with torches, they saw a large table packed to the brim with all kinds of foods, the fruit platter at the edge of it.

Ishma stood there at the entrance, thinking for a moment that they had made it to the grand banquet hall, but then looking at the room and the table he noticed it looked more like an inn, the table was large yes, but not oozing with opulence.

The smell of the food hit his nostrils and he found himself gripping the apple tighter. A large crimson shadow zoomed past him. Adam was hungry and couldn't wait for his partner to size up the situation. He started digging right in, juicy sausage links hanging from his maw as he grabbed a big chunk of cheese and cured meats, sandwiching them together with two thick slices of bread, his other hand already picking up a chicken leg from one right next to a big bowl of gravy.

Ishma had never seen Adam eat so voraciously before, sure, he didn't have manners when it came to eating, but he never made a pig of himself like the one who was tearing apart a ham bathed in thick butter. He wanted to yell at him to wait, that he was letting the curse control him, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt himself taking a bite of the juicy apple he had on his paw the entire time.

As the sweet juicy flavor burst on his mouth, he found himself intoxicated by it, he needed more. Reaching out for the fruit platter, he started engulfing its contents until he moved on to the meat pies, taking a quick swing of the big mug full of ale to wash it all down and keep tearing apart the feast in front of him. So did Adam.

Both adventures were lost to the curse in a matter of minutes, not feeling their mid sections filling out at an alarming speed…

*****

Ishma felt as if he was drifting in and out of consciousness, a floaty feeling as if he was in the middle of a lucid dream, except, he felt full. His stomach felt as if he had overdone it last night with all that food they had to eat. He wanted to massage it to relieve some of the pressure, but he found his hands unresponsive. The floaty feeling felt more real, perhaps because he was being suspended in the air.

He opened up his mouth to say something, but he was met with a spongy texture full of rich chocolaty flavor invading his mouth. Alerted and fully awake, he was shocked, the first thing his eyes laid upon was Adam, mystic energy engulfing his limbs. The same energy was bringing food from the table below them to their mouths.

But the biggest shock was to see that this had been happening for a while just by looking at the big dragon. While he might've been large from the start, being a dragon and all, he was HUGE! all that excess feeding they had been doing for who knows how long while they were out had really done a number on him. The big gut he sported right now belonged to one of those lazy royals who only live to party and bask in their indulgence not to an ex-gladiator and adventurer.

Taking a quick bite of the chocolate cake floating in front him, he managed to swat it away from his face, taking a quick glance down, he saw Adam wasn't the only one who had porked out, his softer chest rested on top of a hefty belly who you couldn't tell used to be abs not too long ago.

His pants felt so constricting around his bigger legs that made his moves even more sluggish. The chocolate cake presented itself again in front of him, coaxing him to take another bite. And Ishma found himself taking bite after bite of the desert just to get it out of the way. The wolf started yelling out his complaints as soon as he was done with his cake only for another to float his way.

Adam had regained consciousness as well, and yelled something about how fat they were but was silenced quickly by a flying sandwich that kept parting his jaws in a way some could find erotic, making his chubbier face look even fatter in the process. The leather straps around his bigger chest snapped moments later, unable to contain his growing mass, and so did Ishma's belt.

And the feast kept on going…

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