She finds the tailor with little fuss.
Tiny Fairy Big World
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
morgelmon
She wandered the quiet streets like a phantasmal vision, her radiant supernatural beauty catching the attention of quiet a few late-night wanderers. Getting attention is the last thing a thief wants, so she donned her hood so as not to attract too much attention, her strange physique hidden under her cloak.
She saw a lady of the evening smoking at the curb, she decided to ask her about a tailor. She approached the lady who eyed her suspiciously. “Excuse me, might you know of any tailors in the area that would work late?” Gwen asked trying her best to sound courteous.
“No, I don’t and I don’t like creepy fucks loitering around my spot, so shove off before I call the guards.” The harlot barked taking a big hit on her pipe, and blowing her smoke at Gwendolyn.
She just rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket taking out a few silvers and tossing them at the surprised woman. She caught them and eagerly stowed them inside her bountiful cleavage. “Oh yeah, there is a place three streets down from here, take a left and you’ll find it for sure sister.” She said in a friendly tone taking another hit from her pipe.
“Thank you.” Gwen said taking her leave, heading for the location the harlot had talked about.
She stepped up to the store in question and knocked, it took a while for someone to respond. An elderly man opened the door and looked at her warily. “What’s this about?” He asked earnestly at the unexpected visitor, lowered her hood, her radiance leaving the man awed. She looked at him imploring and replied. “Good evening sir, you’re a tailor right, I had heard you were willing to work late, I have a bit of an emergency.” She said timidly, the gentlemen grimaced regretfully. “Look miss, it’s the middle of the night, I don’t really do that.” He excused as he started closing the door. Gwen lunged holding the door opened and replied. “Wait, I really need help and I have money.” She cried slamming her hand on a table by the door. When she recoiled her hand, she revealed a handful of gold and silver coins. The tailor looked at it with intense interest, he glanced back at her with a discerning and saw her nervous smile. “Alright, come on in.”
She bowed gratefully and walked inside. “So, what do you need miss.” He said as he closed the door.
“Well, I had an accident during a recent excursion and tore my clothes.” She said turning around and opening her cloak, revealing her disheveled appearance. The tailor was expectedly taken aback by her current state. “That’s an unusual choice of garb for someone with your unique physique.” The tailor said as he looked her over in bemused interest. Gwen grimaced in frustration, she knew what he was getting at, she must’ve looked like a whore that had gotten knocked up by a keg of ale, with her bulging stomach on full display.
“Come over here lass, let’s get you fitted.” He said heading toward his work space. She followed his lead and let the man do his work. “Why are you still wearing these things, aren’t they a little tight on you.” He asked noting how her bulk bulged out from between her pants and torn bodice. They weren’t this tight yesterday she snarled in her mind but replied calmly. “I never had the chance to get new clothes, I travel a lot doing mercenary work.” He looked at her quizzically. “You some kind of adventurer.” She averted her eyes and said with a droll tone. “Something like that.”
He kneeled behind her and said. “Now for the waist.” Gwendolyn blushed as he looped the tape measure around her inflated middle. “Oh boy.” He said with an amused chuckle, out of his view, Gwen rolled her eyes in annoyance, when suddenly she felt the tape measure tighten before being pushed away. “Huh, what the, I could’ve sworn.” She heard the confused tailor say, as he readjusted the tape. Gwendolyn knew what had just happened she had gotten another inch added to her waist. This was serious, how big was she going to get, she already looked pregnant, soon she’ll look due, will she continue to grow?
“All done, so what exactly are you looking for miss.” The tailor asked draping the tape measure over his shoulder. “Something similar to what I am currently wearing but with more coverage” she said placing her hands on her gut, the tailor nodded in agreement. “However, it must be very loose around the waist, and stretchy.” She added raising her finger, the tailor gave her a perplexed look and asked. “You thinking you’ll get bigger.” Gwen sighed and responded. “I fear I will.” She said with a solemn look, the tailor just shrugged and got to work.
“Make yourself at home, this’ll take a while.” The tailor said getting to work. As Gwen relaxed, she noticed she was starving. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but is there a place to get food.” The tailor scoffed and said. “No need miss, can’t let a customer go out there looking such a mess, help yourself to some of my stock, I have plenty.” Gwendolyn was a little surprised at the tailor’s generosity but gladly accepted in.
While the tailor worked, she helped herself to his food. She gathered up some cheese, sausages, bread, and more than a handful of sweets. As she consumed the small feast, she started to wonder. Why did she get so much to eat? She never was much of a big eater or consumed so many sweets as she had. Her stomach burbled happily as she stroked it, what sort of spell was she under.
As time worn on Gwen started feeling exhausted, her shoulders ached from that stunt with the banister, her back hurt from her growing weight, and even her feet were swollen. Soon her exhaustion overwhelmed her and she drifted off to sleep.
While she slept though.
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