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I had the thoughts to write my own story in the world of the witcher, so here it is. The next two chapters are ready, just waiting for translation. English is not my native language so forgive possible mistakes Triss #1 Another conjunction of the spheres led to disturbances in the operation of many often selected spells and signs. Many of them stopped working, among them those responsible for weight control and rejuvenation. Many important personalities, magicians and princesses of this world soon became convinced of the devastating impact of the absence of some of these spells … --- The city of Kovir, A woman in a loose mantle with a hood on her head enters the tailor's shop. This is not just any woman but Triss Merigold herself an outstanding sorceress and a beautiful red-haired woman. It was not an ordinary tailor shop, because the store belonged to the master of his guild Cedric. - Hello, do you already have the goods I ordered from you? - Yes, of course you can count on full discretion on my part, let's go to the back room, there I will tell about the details. In the back part of the building, Triss asked - Well, then show me what you have prepared for me. Just like in the order, light stretchy and at the same time durable fabric in light blue with decorative embroidery, so thin that it is invisible even under the clothing of loose fitting dresses, not to mention, at the same time fantastically fulfills its task, is currently the best product in the whole known world. - Good, Cedric, just tell me how much this pleasure will cost me ? - As for you - 10,000 Kovir coins, remember, there are a lot of women in this city who would like to have something like that in their wardrobe, and would give them even more money. 10,000 is really a lot of money, Triss thought - well, it seems like I have no other choice at the moment, but let me make sure for myself that the "wonderful" properties of "fabric" The royal court in Kovir was unique, not about monuments, buildings or traditions, but about something more mundane wealth. This was evidenced by numerous holidays, banquets and receptions at which there were plenty of exquisite dishes brought often from the farthest corners of the discovered world and prepared by the best chefs in this part of the world. The tables literally bowed with a variety of food, but all the delicacies had one thing in common, they were a negation of dietary dishes. The amount of calories contained in such a roast or dough was huge. Of course, this caused many problems for the noblewomen, and princesses. The court etiquette required that every woman take care of her body, keep her youthful appearance and fit figure. Extra fat, big asses or soft bellies were not welcome in women of noble origin, because they pointed to features that were rather attributed to the lower social strata. Food at their fingertips, however, meant that many women gained extra pounds, and little enthusiasm for sports and the constant consumption of large amounts of food meant that once gained fat remained in its place ... All the corsets, amulets and slimming magic when was still available) were very popular in the city, which allowed you to effortlessly return to a slim figure or at least to hide excess weight under a illusion. Only the most persistent ladies decided to lose weight by traditional methods, diet, exercise and without cheating … In the back of Cedric's tailor shop, Triss threw off a heavy mantle. Under it was only a thin green dress that obscured the body that was struggling with a few extra pounds and the circumference in sensitive places. - Please, no shame, Miss, in my work I often see this state of affairs, because my clients are mostly women with problems similar to yours. And as you probably know, there are plenty of those in this city … said Cedric Triss undressed to her underwear. The tailor's eyes showed the body of a woman who had the slimmest times behind her. Soft legs and stomach bloated from excess food were the least problem. The bottom of the red-haired sorceress was definitely the worst, it was where the most fat accumulated on her body. The only advantage of the current situation for Triss was her bust, which benefited from additional fat tissue causing the enchantress to have a proud neckline, and even had to stock up on bras in a larger size than those she had before she arrived in the city. In general, Miss Merigold was not obese, neither fat, but by local standards her body began to exceed acceptable dimensions. - So let me first explain you how this works before you try the "shapewear" As you asked, the fabric has no signs of the influence of magic on which you are allergic, it was prepared from the best and most expensive material, especially for your dimensions and situation, so let's get to the point, said Cedric. The corset begins with shaping the waist which should restore it to 22 inches, I suppose your perfect circumference, then additional material with an elastic band sewn into the part surrounding the belly will allow you to hide a fold of fat and a stuffed stomach from excess food. Special Zerrikan palms fiber straps on the sides will prevent the formation of sides and an unwanted muffin top over the pants. In accordance with a special request, I made sure that the fabric around the butt is particularly durable. This is achieved due to the use of a triple fiber layer as well as the elastin layer responsible for modeling. All together, they reduced their circumference by a few inch, and models and raises the butt so that they look like 18-year-olds. Of course, thighs and legs are not left without support and also get a "small" assistance for slimming. In addition, the fabric copes well with the initial cellulite. In summary, the corset helps maintain the shape of the central body, but it has some limitations. As I could not use magic fibers, I replaced them with traditional flax growing only in the mountains of the province of Vicovaro. It will have a good effect on the skin giving a rejuvenating effect, but it will have a worse effect on body fat. Spontaneous burning of calories will be much slower than in the case of magic fiber, so I advise you to use it only for optical slimming and slight assistance. I'm afraid that for a full return to a slim figure will be necessary here after all "healthy slimming" Triss tried on the unusual corset, it required a few extra jerks and slopes, but once applied, weaving gave fantastic results. Triss could feel like her thinnest time again. - Good, Cedric, thank you for all your work and time, please, 10,000 Kovir coins - Thank you to, please remember what I said, I recommend me for the future cooperation Returning home through the city in the upper district, Triss no longer walked covered with heavy coats, now she was wearing an over-dressed creation, highlighting the advantages of a flat stomach or firm ass. It was fantastic to feel free and aware of my appearance, as in the good old days After entering the residence, Triss immediately went to the mirror to be able to admire the recovered shapes. - Well, but that's enough, this fabric can only be for special occasions, as Cedric said is not magical so it won't slim me down. I will need a lot of effort, diet and exercise - she said reluctantly … TO BE CONTINUED...

So, it's been a long time for me. This was inspired by a comment from the phenomenal game the Witcher III, where a sorceress bemoans the difficulties of trying to keep a tiny waist while going to a party with 84 deserts. Nothing comes of it, but I really wish it did and there's not many WG stories set in the game. Here's the first part: Triss Merigold had a problem and the source of that problem was Kovir’s cuisine. Once an impoverished backwater, the mineral rich kingdom had imported chefs and food from across the known world to sate the palate of its suddenly enriched populace. The relocated halflings had made each feast and banquet a cornucopia of gluttony, with tables groaning under platters of deep fried fish still bubbling with oil, roasted boar swimming in cherry sauce, sugary sherberts of a hundred flavors, cakes the size of shields, pies the size of wagon wheels and puddings large enough to swim in. The upper class that attended such feasts devoured the fare like locusts and the once scrawny populace grew ruddy and healthy, then rosy cheeked and plump and then red faced, panting and fat by the end of the first year of the gold rush. Once brave knights had to be winched onto their protesting horses and graceful ladies who had ruled the ball room floor grew so fat that their elephantine hips had to be pried from the cruel arms of their chairs. Rather than cut their consumption the upper classes turned to alchemical solutions of various utility. Occasionally a tubby maiden would find her face turning green and the occasional obese lord exploded into swarms of birds instead of slimming down, but for the most part the nobility shrank down to a more manageable size. Alchemy could only do so much of course, so Kovir noble women might be described as ‘voluptious, curvaceous and sleek’ instead of slender, graceful or fit, but they now rarely topped 150 lbs save for the deep winter when snow made travel impossible and waist lines bulge. Still corsets and potions meant those who escaped the wintry months unpregnant would merely have well fed curves by spring. Obesity became the mark of the middle class, who could afford the food but had neither the coin to avoid its consequences or the discipline to avoid the food. Many a waddling, panting bourgeoisie girl huffing on one errand or another was giggled at by curvaceous noble women who likely ate more and exercised less, but had their relatively slim waists secured by potions. If you were rich enough in Kovir you really could eat your cake and have it to, provided of course you admitted that you needed to. And that was Triss Merigold’s real problem. When she arrived with her cortege of refuge mages from Novigrad, Triss was breath taking to most straight men in the world. Like all sorceresses she was stunning: eternally young and unmarred by scar, blemish or injury but when the body sculptors had altered her flesh at the mage’s academy Triss had gone for a different look than most. A common build for a sorceress was a waifish body type: very slender and only two or three inches above five feet, with narrow hips and breasts that were decently sized but not over ostentatious. Triss had opted for being a leggy, athletic looking five foot seven and one hundred twenty five pounds well distributed across round feminine hips and a big, bouncy busom both measuring thirty six inches. Combined with a tiny twenty three inch waist and Triss had a stunning hour glass figure that was obviously the result of magic. All sorceresses had a figure that was the result of magic of course, many having been at best plain when they took up the Power, but Triss went a step beyond, loudly broadcasting to noble women that they couldn’t look so stunning without taking up the power or buying from those who did. Many a rich madam or maid did so, earning Triss a tidy sum to reduce middles made flabby by pregnancies or to perk up tits gone saggy from children. The red headed magic user earned a much higher and continuous sum maintaining such looks when the noble women, after showing off their dazzling new figures, went back to old habits and found their newly svelte waist popping out plump bellies and their pert tits starting to sag again after a few months of over indulgence and risking humiliation for blowing up again. It was an irony of course, that while she grew rich on maintaining the looks of others that Triss Merigold couldn’t easily maintain her own. Sorceresses might be made beautiful as part of their training, but enough time, injury, disease and food would ruin their looks as well as any woman if they didn’t take care. Unlike other women though they could defy time and their appetites, a spell every year or so kept their faces unlined and it was rare to ever see a sorceress looking over thirty, although a few let the years add on if they were very researched focused for a period or if they sought a sterner look. Spells to flatten the stomach were applied more frequently; despite or perhaps because of their immunity to weight gain most sorceresses ate enough to founder a war horse and would enormous instead of elegant were it not for their spells. But Triss Merigold was totally allergic to the casting version of healing magic and couldn’t fix a broken nail without going into anaphylactic shock, much less narrow her thighs when too much bread pudding started making them rub at the top. If that had been Triss’ only recourse, she would have been middle aged and corpulent long since. Fortunately, she could rely on amulets, rings and other enchanted jewelry that would alter a sick, injured or over fed body back to a healthy, whole and slender state. A pendant kept her young, a bracelet healed her injuries and sicknesses and an emerald ring kept her body lithe. They’d been gifted to her at the academy, ‘just in case’ for the ring as no sorceress would ever admit to being a glutton despite eating themselves sick in each other’s presence. Of course, only two could be worn at a time and Triss preferred the safety of the bracelet and the surge of energy from the pendant over the ring, which she told herself she didn’t much need. As long as her fingers didn’t grow to plump for a golden band to fit over, Triss could undo a month’s over indulgence and physical activity in a few hours. She never admitted to herself that she needed to wear the ring at least one weekend a month to keep the pounds off. After separating from her on again/off again lover the witcher Geralt at the outbreak of the war, Triss headed to the rich and neutral city Novigrad. Three meals a day and at several snacks between she ate her feelings over the break up at the many pie and cake shops near her town house, who soon grew to know her by name. After a few weeks Triss was truly starting to need her ring: her buxom cleavage grew fuller and rounder to the point that they started to sag for the first time, while her chin had some softness underneath when she looked down. Well tailored pants met resistance from increasingly less athletic thighs and Triss’ trim waist the slightest little pinchable inch and some miniature love handles. A spackle or two of cellulite sprouted on her once flawless cheeks even as the round bottoms began to swallow up a bit more of her silken panties. Most women would have been proud to only have a few minor flaws, but Triss was aghast to discover she’d let herself gain near fifteen pounds when while preparing for a social function not a single dress could be coaxed to button around her slightly puffier frame. Devastated, Triss sent a servant with a message she was indisposed, as well as an order for a baker’s dozen cream puffs from a bakery on his way back. Berating herself, and wearing a looser night gown without a single belt or button to remind her of her plumper figure, she promised to not take the ring off for a week but passed out at her table with the thirteenth pastry in hand, the other twelve in her belly and the ring sitting on the table. The roars of a mob attacking the party she’d planned to attend across the square awoke the well fed mage and despite the heavy meal still digesting Triss flew into action. A spell summoned a very tight set of travel clothes around her and she managed to grab an enchanted bag holding an evening gown, a purse of gold and an amulet that would heal injury or illness just fine and keep the grey hairs at bay. Anti-magic bombs burst over her house before she could teleport away, but Triss managed to squeeze through a surprisingly narrow gap in her back fence. More than a few buttons were left behind and it was with her pale, slightly plump belly showing that Triss ran into the night, pausing every bit to catch her breath. Hiding in back alleys and slums, stressed by constant pursuit and her efforts to keep the other magic users in the city safe and with her funds too short to splurge on luxuries meant that Triss’ extra weight was soon burned away. Indeed, after two months in hiding with her narrowing hips swimming in her trousers and her cleavage much less pronounced than before, Triss totally forgot her momentary pudginess and its remedy. But upon arriving in Kovir, with its ballooning banquets and fattening feasts, with its well padded maidens casting envious glares at her street trimmed waist, Triss soon learned to hate herself for forgetting her ring.