Chapter 0 - A Heavy Mistake

"How frustrating!" Vivian was agitated to say the least. "Those Alliance curs, I'll show them!" A group had chased her from Utgarde Keep all the way to New Agamand on horseback. She regretted leaving the safety of her party, but she could best them all, she knew it. Her armor was much higher quality and her pursuers didn't seem very skilled. She knew how to wield the light better than most at her level. Still, it couldn't hurt to tip the scales further. She rode into town to mix some potions, just in case.

Vivian picked up some herbs that she had in the mailbox and noticed another letter. It didn't have the sender's name, a small stone tablet was inside the package. It read simply "Hold this and make a wish." She scoffed, "I wish I could kill those Alliance dogs outside of town." Just as she finished the trinket vanished from her hand without a sound. She shrugged and finished making her potions. After some preparation, she galloped past the guards on her charger. She wanted them to chase her recklessly, so she went farther than she should have. Off the road, in the woods, she halted and dismounted, scanning the landscape with her weapon ready.

She spun around as she heard a sound. A distraction, she realized, but it was too late. Something hit her in the back of the neck; Vivian stumbled back and forth, swiping at the air. Regaining her senses, she was able to hit her aggressor hard enough in the ribs to stun him. A human rogue, a wiry girl who looked overly confident. She cast a judgment, followed by a holy shock, and then a good strike from her mace. The bandit attempted to flee with a pained expression on her face. Before Vivian could pursue, she heard a noise behind her. She turned to see more assailants.

A Gnome warrior, Draenei shaman, and human warlock rode in and dismounted. All male and all young. The warrior charged brashly, but Vivian eluded him and made a dash towards the shaman. She used her opening spells on the Draenei. He didn't fight back; he just stood there, trying to heal through the assault. This would be easy, she thought. At that point, his companions came to his defense. The warrior's axe slammed into her armor and curses were draining her. Vivian raised her hands and fire burned the ground around her. She judged the shaman, he cried out as he fell to the ground. She hurt badly by now; she cast divine protection and took a moment to use a few healing spells.

Her mind wandered and she noticed her skin felt flushed after each spell finished. She spied the rogue walking beside her. The shield faded and weapons hit her from all directions, she stunned the warrior and did her usual three spell heal. The rogue didn't even know how to interrupt... amateurs! After deft footwork, she finally bested the warrior. As the gnome fell she turned her sights to the rogue again. They hit pretty hard, she noticed, so she used a holy shock, and two holy light spells upon herself this time. Her stomach groaned and her skin felt strange, what a time to fall ill!

Vivian paid no mind to her symptoms. She battled the rogue while the warlock proceeded to cast something unknown to her. She was just about to land the killing blow when something hit her from behind and knocked her down. The rogue vanished. A felguard's axe hit her as she stood up. "Fool!" She chided as she cast flash of light two times. It seemed to take less to heal her each time now, how odd. Her stomach growled and now her armor seemed unusually tight, but she fought on.

She held out her hand and used an exorcism spell on the felguard. It fell to the ground as she rushed over to the warlock. He had a worried expression on his face and she enjoyed that. Using all her might, she pounded the human with spell and mace alike. Of course, the rogue emerged from the shadows right before she could finish off the caster. So frustrating! This is taking way too much time! A sharp pain in her side disoriented her. The warlock cast new curses and spells on Vivian and then ran to the east. Her skin burned and ached as the rogue continued his attack. Holding up her hands and ignoring the pain, she cast holy light, followed by two flash of light spells. "Ow!" She yelped as she felt her armor digging into her skin.

The paladin focused herself. After two strikes the rogue sprinted away, badly wounded. A magical hammer to his back put him on the ground, dead. Vivian started healing. "Now I take one flash of light spell to get back to normal, how is that even possible?" Shortly after she finished she felt her armor suit tighten. It was causing immense pain, especially around her midsection. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she struggled to remove her chest piece. The straps were stretched to the limit, she undid them and the breastplate fell to the ground.

"By the light, what happened?!" She screamed as she looked at her plump belly. Her once muscular and trim stomach was now overflowing past her belt. How did I get fat so suddenly? This isn’t possible! Even her breasts had grown; now they were taxing her under-shirt! She jiggled her tummy slightly as she stood there, shocked and perplexed. A sound caught her attention. She whirled around to see the warlock under a tree. "He is laughing at me," Vivian thought aloud, "I'll show him!" She unsheathed her weapon and started to run in his direction. Her leggings were entirely too tight now, every step hurt, what started as a run turned into a quick walk. She was sweating heavily as she approached the human.

Two rogues attacked Vivian a few paces from the tree, one was as highly skilled as she was. She should have known they would call in guild-mates to help them. After stunning the more powerful rogue she directed holy shocks and flashes of light on herself as fast as she could. She was able to avoid a kick and the swipe of daggers as she continued casting. The warlock was still standing a small distance away, continually casting curses upon her.

"I'll take you down with me then!" She grunted as she used a holy shock against the weaker rogue. Much to her surprise, he shrieked and fell backward. It only took one holy shock, what a weakling! She used divine protection, she cast two holy light spells, which grossly over-healed her, but she wanted to be sure she was at full health. The shield faded; she strained to hold her weapon and shield at the ready. Vivian couldn't seem to dodge anymore either, she was just too slow for some reason.

She deflected a few of his attacks, but then he punched her in the side and she stumbled forward onto the ground. The straps on her legplates popped off as her knees hit the ground. Her legs felt so much better unrestrained. She tried to avoid looking at her body until she was out of danger. Vivian tried to stand without thinking about her condition. It took a few moments to lift herself off of the ground. She bent over to pick up her mace and shield. As she leaned it put a great strain on her belt. She disregarded it for now and grabbed her shield. The mace would have to stay, she couldn't exert herself anymore trying to stay at this angle.

She stood, her head snapped back to the place where the rogue had been before. He’s gone, the warlock is too! Cowards. Vivian listened but heard nothing. She sighed and slowly looked down at her body. She was horror-struck. I’m chubby! After throwing her shield down in anger, she leaned forward slightly to see her legs, they were fatter too! "I look like a Tauren!" She grabbed a portion of her forearm and pinched the fat. She hurriedly reached around to her rear. It had grown as well. She was nearly crying now, "my beautiful butt... it's huge!"

Vivian waddled over to a tree and leaned against it, quietly crying. She didn't notice the undead priest approach. "What's the problem?" Vivian looked up and quickly wiped away the tears with the backs of her hands. The undead woman was dressed in a beautiful satin robe, but that was the only beauty she had. Her face was pasty green and missing pieces on both sides of her cheeks. Her hair was matted and she smelled foul. "Nothing, leave me alone!"

"Let me help you, deary," her mouth was stuck half open and she had many missing teeth, it was unsettling. "I'm Grenda." Vivian offered her name, but she couldn't keep her face from scrunching up whenever she caught a waft of the woman's foul odor. A sound from the east made them both look in unison. A very well equipped Alliance mage and druid, as well as the same warlock from the previous encounter, were riding towards them.

Before they were close the same rogue from before attacked Grenda. Vivian used a judgment against him followed by a holy shock. He died instantly. Vivian had more power than she knew! The rest of the aggressors focused on her. Grenda chanted a prayer of mending, then she used a renew on Vivian as she was being attacked.

Vivian felt her body jerk and then it seemed like her skin was pulsing for a moment. She recovered and used a holy shock on the mage, killing him. At that point she noticed the warlock flee, abandoning his friend. The remaining druid shifted into Moonkin form. He sent treants to attack her as he cast wrath bolts as fast as he could - but it was futile. She smote him with ease and destroyed his ancient guardians. Why do I have so much power now? She didn't understand it at all. Grenda used two greater healing spells on Vivian after the fighting stopped.

Vivian's body burst outwards in all directions. Her belt strained underneath her ever-growing stomach. After a short delay it snapped, allowing her bulging belly to fall forward unrestrained. Her shirt and pants were still digging into her skin uncomfortably. Vivian could now be considered obese. "This is terrible! What is causing this, what have I done?" She tried to understand what was happening as she started at her flabby extremities, awestruck.

"Now I see why you're upset," Grenda said.
"What is happening to me?!"
"Watch." Grenda cast renew on the large blood elf. "It's the healing spells."
Vivian watched in complete shock as her body slowly pulsated outward each time the renew spell healed her. Grenda had a short smile spread across her face as she cast two greater heals. Vivian grew again abruptly, she fell backward against the tree and slid to the ground. Her shirt and pants were stretched as far as they could go, and as she moved down the tree. It started tearing them every time they caught on the rough bark. As she reached the base her clothes were completely ripped along the back. The new fat on her body rippled since it was no longer retrained. Her brassiere and panties still held... Barely.

"You're hurting me, stop it!"
"Oh deary, I can't just stop now, I need to see more."
"P-please, don't!" Her outstretched arm was thickening in front of her.
"Another? Well sure!" Grenda cast again and again.

Vivian grabbed her breasts as she expanded further. Her brassiere made a ripping sound and left her holding the tattered cloth against her chest. Her panties gave her an unbelievable wedgie. She squirmed trying to find comfort. Grenda cast again, which pushed the straps on Vivian's underwear to break. She let out a sigh of relief and her body rocked slightly as the fabric was torn.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." Grenda let out a raspy laugh as she walked over and pulled her tattered clothes off one by one, making sure to get the harder to reach pieces too. She put them in her satchel. Glancing back at Vivian with a wicked grin, she cast healing spells fast as she could. Each spell caused her to plump up a little more. Her butt was big enough now that it pushed her hips away from the base of the tree in rhythm with each spell cast. She was laying back now, rather than sitting. Her neck was craned at an uncomfortable angle, which forced her to look at the rest of her body.. Her breasts had rolled off to either side and rested lightly on the ground. Her massive belly dominated her view, though. Vivian reached over her boobs to feel her girth, holding two folds on her stomach. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch.

Grenda stopped after a minute, eyeing her up and down. "That is the most unusual thing I've ever seen, deary!" She shrugged and called for her horse. "See you around."

"You can't just leave me like this!"
"I am going to town so I can go to bed, I'm sure someone else will come by soon to help."
"What if it's someone else from the Alliance?"
"I doubt they will attack a nude, unarmed, immobile fat lady."
"I'm not worried about attacks."
Grenda smirked, "well, you seem powerful enough to kill them with a spell or two. I would just make things worse. Looks like you’re the disgusting one now." She gave a deep laugh and nodded to herself. Turning her warhorse, she galloped away.

Vivian yelled out and flailed her arms, but Grenda never slowed. She was alone now. It helped that it was early in the morning and not many people were roaming now, though she couldn't reach the town anytime soon. Her neck was hurting, so she tried scooting back towards the tree. She managed to find a comfortable spot as she pushed herself up a few inches. The slightest exertion caused her to breathe heavily and sweat profusely now. Vivian contemplated her situation and how it would look to someone who passed by. There was nothing to be done about it, though. She sighed in despair and rested her head against the tree, closing her eyes.

She didn't care what happened now, her body was grotesque. She had trained for so long and now she couldn't even move anymore. She might be able to work it off after a long time, but whenever she was healed she would gain back the weight at outlandish speed. Her spells could kill in one strike now - but what good is that if you can't move! At least that strange magic had allowed her to kill a huge number of those dogs. Then she remembered the trinket from earlier; she hadn't even thought about it until now. Vivian was happy about her victory. For now, she could do nothing but wait.