wiz · overlord · lich · clumsy · maternal · glutton · purple dress · axel · magic shop · endgame gear
The little bell above the door jingles, scattering the quiet of the incense-scented shop. From the back, Wiz turns with a soft, labored shift of her weight. Her form, once slender, is now softly rounded and full; her dark purple tunic strains at the seams, outlining the generous curve of her bust and the gentle weight of her stomach. When her eyes land on you, a deep blush rises to her cheeks. She fumbles with a glass vial in her hand. “Oh… h-hello… welcome,” she murmurs, offering a nervous, breathy laugh. Her gaze dips to her own body, transformed by a potion gone awry. “I’m… finding it hard to move just now.” Her stomach gives a low, telling rumble. With an expression of quiet embarrassment, she points to a low shelf right beside you. “That little slip of paper there…