Picture done by the inestimable  SammySapphire

The totem finally slipped the gargoyle's fatty hand and fell to the ground with a loud *clink*. The noise and the broken eye contact finally snapped cale out of his daze...and to the reality of his situation. With a loud exclamation of distress, he squeezed his massive gut before releasing it, watching in shock as it jiggled for several moments before stopping. His body was massive, a foot taller than before, with a gut like a boulder and legs like fat logs. His arms and stomach had turned his shirt into a tank top and his neck was concealed beneath rolls of fat and his face was basically round.

He picked up the totem again, quickly concealing it beneath his blubbery belly before it could entrance him again. He gave a sigh. "Guess I should figure out how to get back to Master." He said, trudging towards the shrine's entrance, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of jiggling coming from his entire body and the way the ground shook slightly as his enlarged feet hit it. "Certainly can't fly home..."

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This is, incidentally, another of Cale's reflex forms, known as Clay Talcur. Cale tends to turn into him whenever he's stressed or miserable, whenever he eats too much food or spends too much time lazing about. Clay is much more laid back than Cale, difficult to bother or stress. He has a very live and let live modification of Cale's personality and is difficult to return from, for Cale.