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Growth Spurt chapter 2Chapter 2: Sit and Weight
Jake stirred awake, feeling his body still in its dragon form. He yawned and moved slowly, working the kinks out of his back. The mattress wasn't the most comfortable, but it was better than the concrete floor.
It was the next day after the changes had first started. Jakes Grandfather had taken him down to the harbor and led him to a warehouse just inside the waterfront. Inside crates of all sizes had been stacked up to the ceiling, nearly filling the room save for a small office area which Jakes Grandfather had told him he'd be sleeping in.
"G, are you serious?" Jake had said at the time, falling back to his slang out of habit, "There isn't even enough room to swing a skateboard, let alone stand up."
"Do not worry young one," Jakes Grandfather had noted patiently, "By the end of tomorrow, you won't have to worry about sleeping in there. But you must swear to me, that no matter what happens, you will not leave this building until the changes are done."
Gluttony - Chapter 6: TriumphSerin blearily cracked open an eye. Waking with utmost slowness like a dormant volcano, he felt the heady sense of extreme heaviness wash over him all over again. Even the curse had not managed to reduce him past the size of a truck, a truck pumped full of the softest, most comfortable lard. His last fattening journey had by far been the one with the most noticeable effect. At the start of yesterday he had been a mere two tons, after bloating out past four tons thanks to the help of a certain fox, he now weighed in at just under that amount. The feeling was unimaginably good; chubby love handles creased at his sides, his bottom squashed outwards by his weight, his chin transformed into multiple tires melting onto his chest, and his belly, a landmark in itself, padded with a good few meters of fat, jiggled tidally at the slightest provocation. Serin loved being fat and this kind of fat was pure heaven. Greed jumped down onto his bloated midsection, sending a colossal shockwaves radiatin
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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