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Wand of Desire: A Magical Weight Gain
Scenario:A young teen girl who Wants to keep getting fatter, finds a wand that makes her little Desirè come true every time she touches it on her or a part of her body until she shock everyone with how fat she can get and she won't stop...
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Emily Carter
the teen girl with the magical wand, friends with Sarah and Mark, petite with curly brown hair, curious and impulsive.
Mark Thompson
mutual friend of Emily and Sarah, friends with both girls, athletic build with short black hair, humorous and protective.
Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, friends with Emily and Mark, tall with straight blonde hair, cautious and supportive.
I was rummaging through the attic of my house, looking for an old trunk to use as a coffee table in my new apartment.
The attic had been converted into a storage room by my parents when I was a kid.
It was packed with boxes and trunks full of junk that we'd accumulated over the years.
I was determined to go through every single one of them, and either throw out what was useless or find something that I could reuse.
According to my mom, there were some really nice antique pieces in the attic that we'd inherited from our grandparents.
I had vague memories of an old wardrobe and a dresser with a circular mirror that had belonged to my grandmother.
I also remembered helping my dad carry up an old four-poster bed that had been in his family for over a hundred years.
My plan was to go through everything, dust it off, and see if there was anything worth keeping.
I pulled open the first box and found it filled with old photo albums.
Memories of family vacations and birthday parties spilled out as I flipped through the pages.
But I wasn't here for nostalgia; I was on a mission.
I moved to the next trunk, which creaked ominously as I opened it.
Inside, there were stacks of yellowed newspapers and magazines.
I sighed and pushed it aside.
After an hour of sifting through boxes, I finally stumbled upon a small, ornate chest tucked away in a corner.
It was covered in dust, and the brass lock was tarnished with age.
Curiosity piqued, I wiped it clean with my sleeve and tried to open it.
The lock clicked open easily, revealing a velvet-lined interior.
Nestled inside was an intricately carved wand made of dark wood.
It looked ancient, with strange symbols etched along its length.
I picked it up, feeling a strange warmth emanate from it.
"Emily!" My mom's voice echoed from downstairs. "Are you okay up there?"
"Yeah, Mom! Just found something interesting," I called back.
I turned the wand over in my hands, marveling at its craftsmanship.
There was something almost magical about it.
As if on cue, a soft glow began to emanate from the symbols.
"What the...?" I muttered to myself.
I decided to take the wand downstairs to show my mom.
She was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner.
"Hey, Mom, look what I found," I said, holding up the wand.
She glanced at it and then did a double-take. "Where did you get that?"
"In the attic. It was in an old chest."
Her eyes widened. "That belonged to your great-grandmother. She always said it had special powers."
"Special powers?" I laughed. "Like what?"
"She claimed it could grant your deepest desires," Mom said, shaking her head. "But it's probably just an old family legend."
Intrigued, I decided to test it out later that night.
In my room, I held the wand and thought about what I wanted most.
For years, I'd struggled with body image issues and had always wished I could gain weight more easily.
"I wish I could be fatter," I whispered.
The wand glowed brighter, and a tingling sensation spread through my body.
I looked in the mirror and gasped as I saw myself slowly gaining weight.
My clothes tightened around me as my body expanded.
"This is incredible," I breathed.
Over the next few days, I couldn't stop using the wand.
Every time I wished to be fatter, it granted my desire without fail.
My friends Sarah and Mark started noticing the changes.
"Emily, are you okay?" Sarah asked one afternoon at our favorite café. "You've been looking... different lately."
"I'm fine," I said quickly. "Just trying something new."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You don't look healthy."
"I'm perfectly fine," I insisted. "Trust me."
But they didn't seem convinced.
As weeks went by, my obsession grew stronger.
I used the wand every chance I got, watching in fascination as my body transformed.
One evening, Sarah and Mark showed up at my apartment unannounced.
"We need to talk," Sarah said firmly as they walked in.
"About what?" I asked defensively.
"You," Mark said. "This isn't normal, Emily. We're worried about you."
"I don't need your concern," I snapped. "I'm happy with how things are."
"But at what cost?" Sarah pleaded. "You're not yourself anymore."
Before I could respond, a sudden knock on the door interrupted us.
Startled, we all turned towards the sound.
I opened the door to find my mom standing there, her face etched with worry.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.
She stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto the wand in my hand. "We need to talk, Emily."
Sarah and Mark exchanged uneasy glances but stayed silent.
"What's going on?" I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
Mom took a deep breath. "That wand has a dark history, Emily. It's not just a family heirloom; it's dangerous."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
She sat down on the couch, motioning for me to join her. "Your great-grandmother wasn't just some eccentric old lady. She was involved in things—dark things. That wand was part of it."
I felt a chill run down my spine. "Like what?"
"She used it to manipulate people and events to her advantage," Mom explained. "But every wish came with a price. The more she used it, the more it consumed her."
I shook my head, unwilling to believe it. "But it's been helping me! I've never felt better about myself."
Mom's eyes softened with concern. "That's what it wants you to think. But look at yourself, Emily. You're not well."
I glanced at Sarah and Mark, who nodded in agreement.
"Please, listen to your mother," Sarah urged.
Mark added, "We've been worried sick about you."
I clenched the wand tighter, feeling its warmth seep into my skin. "No, you're wrong! This is the first time I've felt in control of my life."
Mom reached out and touched my arm gently. "Emily, I know it's hard to let go of something that makes you feel powerful. But this isn't real power; it's a trap."
I pulled away from her touch, standing up abruptly. "You don't understand!"
"Emily!" Mom's voice was firm but filled with love. "If you keep using that wand, you'll lose yourself completely."
I looked at the wand, its glow mesmerizing me. I could feel its pull, like an invisible force urging me to ignore them.
"Please," Sarah whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "We care about you."
Mark stepped closer. "We're here for you, no matter what."
I felt torn between their pleas and the intoxicating allure of the wand's power.
"Just give it up," Mom said softly. "Before it's too late."
My heart pounded as I weighed my options.
Could I really give up this newfound sense of control?
Or would I risk everything for a fleeting sense of power?
Before I could make a decision, the wand's glow intensified, almost blinding me.
A sudden surge of energy coursed through my body, making me gasp.
"Emily!" Mom screamed.
The room spun around me as I struggled to stay upright.
Everything went black as I collapsed to the floor, still clutching the wand tightly in my hand.
As I regained consciousness, I found myself in a dark, unfamiliar place, the wand still glowing ominously in my hand.
I sat up slowly, my head pounding.
The air was thick and musty, and I could barely make out the shapes of old wooden beams above me.
I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light.
"Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls.
No response.
I stood up, feeling the rough stone floor beneath my feet.
The room was small and windowless, with only a single wooden door on one side.
I approached it cautiously, the wand's glow casting eerie shadows on the walls.
My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob.
It turned easily, and I pushed the door open.
Beyond it was a narrow hallway, lined with flickering torches that barely illuminated the path ahead.
"Where am I?" I whispered to myself, stepping into the corridor.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard faint whispers echoing around me.
They seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.
I tightened my grip on the wand, its warmth a small comfort in this strange place.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway.
A tall man in a long cloak stood there, his face hidden in shadow.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
He stepped forward, revealing a gaunt face with piercing eyes.
"I am Alistair," he said in a low voice. "And you must be Emily."
"How do you know my name?" I asked, taking a step back.
Alistair smiled faintly. "The wand has brought you here. It has chosen you."
"Chosen me for what?" I asked warily.
"For power," he replied. "But power comes with a price."
I frowned. "What kind of price?"
He gestured to the wand in my hand. "That wand is not just an object; it is a conduit for dark magic. Every wish you make with it takes something from you in return."
I shook my head. "But it's been helping me! I've never felt better about myself."
Alistair's expression turned serious. "That's what it wants you to believe. But each use binds you closer to its will. Eventually, it will consume you entirely."
I felt a chill run down my spine. "What do I do?"
"You must destroy it," Alistair said firmly. "Before it destroys you."
"But how?" I asked desperately.
He pointed to a large iron door at the end of the hallway. "Beyond that door lies a chamber where the wand can be unmade. But be warned: it will not be easy."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. "I'll do it."
Alistair nodded approvingly. "Good luck, Emily."
With that, he vanished into thin air.
I approached the iron door and pushed it open with all my strength.
Inside was a vast chamber filled with swirling shadows and strange symbols etched into the walls.
In the center of the room was an altar made of black stone.
I walked towards it, feeling the weight of the wand heavy in my hand.
As I reached the altar, the shadows seemed to close in around me.
I placed the wand on the stone surface and took a step back.
A sudden gust of wind whipped through the chamber, extinguishing the torches and plunging everything into darkness.
The symbols on the walls began to glow with an eerie light as if coming alive.
The wand started to vibrate violently on the altar.
I watched in horror as tendrils of dark energy erupted from it, writhing like serpents.
They reached out towards me, wrapping around my arms and legs.
"No!" I screamed, struggling against their grip.
The energy pulled me closer to the altar as if trying to merge me with the wand itself.
With all my strength, I fought against it, reaching for anything to hold onto.
My fingers brushed against one of the glowing symbols on the wall.
Instantly, a surge of power shot through me.
The tendrils recoiled as if burned by an invisible force.
Seizing my chance, I grabbed the wand from the altar and hurled it against the wall with all my might.
There was a blinding flash of light followed by an ear-splitting crack.
When I opened my eyes again, the wand lay shattered on the floor in pieces.
The chamber fell silent once more as darkness receded from its corners.
Breathing heavily, I sank to my knees in relief.
