Got bored and decided to do a little gift sketch TF sequence for  hydro-phil2 . Also decided to toss in a mini story for this little two part sequence.

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Imagine this, you're a tavern keeper working late into the night tending to the last of your customers, one of with is a bloated, massively overweight nerdy manchild who won't stop oversharing his particular interests with you, be it his favorite fictional stories, his particular obsession with collectibles, or should the conversation drag into it, his particular taste in a specific class of women. As you roll your eyes you insist he pay for the greasy meal he finished as he droned on and on, all while insulting his character as you've had enough at this point. Now originally this porky specimen was reaching for his pouch of gold, but after hearing your comments, a wry smile came across his cheeks and he pulled out a pouch filled with an odd assortment of gems, each one cut into a shape with twenty sides. His pudgy fingers pull out a single gem and he slides it across the counter to you with a comment such as "Herthe you are my fine damthel. A bountiful gift for a ravithhing maiden" with a heavy lisp followed by a wink that would make your skin crawl.

Once your porcine guest leaves and you close up shop you decide to tally your earnings for the day. As you count coins you eventually come to the odd gem your unfortunately memorable final customer left. You hold it between your fingers, wondering exactly how much you could sell it for, when all of a sudden you're blinded by a bright flash from the gem. When your vision returns, you notice that your perspective has gone up a few inches. Aside from this you feel something odd on your teeth, and upon a quick inspection with your tongue you feel a studded metal wire running across your teeth. You look down to not only find that your body has ballooned with layer upon layer of fat, but that your body is not just impropperly dressed, but also the clothing on you would belong on someone you'd call a loser. Shorts that are too small for your body, tucking the bottom of your gut into it, a woefully undersized buttoned up shirt which at the moment is acting as a makeshift bra. Upon said shirt you find a pocket protector tucked neatly in the shirt's front pocket. Wrapping around your chunky shoulders are two straps connected to a dinky little backpack which is adorned in various pins featuring characters belonging to a fantasy franchise known for housing some oddly obsessive fans, what's odder is that you find yourself able to not only name each character, but you also contain an encyclopedic knowledge of each one's backstory and personal details.

In checking the rest of your body you neglected to check the changes that have come to area of your head. A thick, heavy pair of large glasses sit upon your muzzle with some tape on the arch for comfort. From there you see that not only has your hair grown long and rather unmanagable, but the bulk of it is now in a ponytail, bound by a scrunchie that no matter how hard you try to remove it won't slide off.

As you fume with frustration, you find that every few words or so your speech is slipped up with a very powerful, saliva filled lisp caused by your braces. An impulsive need to suck back the excess spit breaks up sentences as well as a desire to fiddle with the metal wires with your tongue. Alongside these vocal changes you also find a powerful snort forcing it's way through in between moments of dialogue, a rather embarrassing habit that you just can't shake.

Aside from these physical changes, you find some mental and emotional changes have come with this new form, the initial evidence of this being the pin situation on your backpack. Alongside that came a new desire for greasy snack and fast foods, meals you could consume that wouldn't interupt hours upon hours of reading your new favorite comics and watching your new favorite shows. Your mind is absolutely bursting with the desire to find someone to start up what would eventually become a one sided conversation about this week's comic update or of news regarding a favorite card game of yours.

In this frenzy of new feelings and desires, you come back to that odd relic you picked up before this change and come to a realization: That bloated dork turned you into a copy of himself, now you're a dopey, overweight and obsessive nerd. Realizing the result of this new curse you resolve to solve this issue... in the morning. It is rather late, plus there are some shows airing right now that you have a rising curiousity to watch. More of a desire than a curiosity really. With a plan in mind you march up to your room to get comfortable and ready for tomorrow. As you walk, as if by a hidden impulse, you find the reactive desire to slip your thumbs under your backpack straps and grip them tightly as you walk.

You absolute dork.

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