The Slob Potion

Deep in medieval times there was a wizard and his apprentice, Trenton. The wizard was concocting a strange new potion, using his apprentice to gather the materials. The wizard carefully put the ingrediants into a mixing pot. “Peice of sunflower....purple moss...dragon-tounge flower...” he read off the names as his skinny foxbear apprentice plopped them in the cauldron. Soon all the ingrediants were mixed together into a strange mercury-colored goo, which the wizard placed into a bottle and sealed it. “There, finished.” the wizard said with a tired sigh. He yawned and stretched “Trenton, I’m going to bed early tonight...  fix up your own meal and then put the potion away in the cupboard.” the skinny foxbear nodded and bid his master a good nights sleep. He soon fixed himself a simple meal, and began to eat. As he ate, he looked at the potion, wondering about what it could possibly do. Trent took the bottle, uncorked it, and took a sip. He murred happily, it tasted very good! He tilted his head back and drained the whole jug, patting his belly as he finished. He then felt tired and made his way to his bedroom and slept peacefully. As he slept, the potion began to react with his body, causing him to drool and become very gassy as he slept. And, the more he belched, drooled and farted, he began to grow fatter! As he slept his body grew and grew with newfound flab. By the time morning came, his belly jutted out like a huge mountain, his legs and arms had become almost tree-trunk like due to the fatness, and his face had many new chins, even his cheeks looked fatter! Trent screamed and called for his masters help “Master! Master, save me!!” the wizard came running in and was amazed at his apprentices size (and stench). “Trenton?! What happened to you?!?!” “I don’t know Master...I...i drank the potion and...” the master quieted him with a raised paw and looked him over “are you still mobile?” “Yes master...” Trenton replied meekly. “Good, follow me.” the wizard said and led his now morbidly obese apprentice out of his ancient tower-home to a nearby cave. “stay here apprentice, I will come for you when I have a cure for you.” the massive foxbear sighed and nodded, waving goodbye to his now tiny looking master and letting out a massive fart.

A few months later....

The wizard ran as fast as he could to the cave, holding a cup full of a blue liquid. “Apprentice!! I have the cure for y- -” he stopped dead in his tracks. His apprentice was now a giant mountain size slob, crushing the remnants of the cave under his huge gut! The wizard slowly made his way to his apprentices head and fed him the liquid. Then, he gradually began to shrink, like a balloon slowly losing air. Once he was a normal, chubby size again he smiled “well, glad that’s over!” the wizard was not amused and grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the washing room.

The End