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Eyes now complete with bags under them, you groan and cover your face with your pillow. Letting out a frustrated shriek, you relax as your body calms down from the anger.

Relaxing further, you take a deep breath as your breathing slows down. Getting comfortable, you close your eyes.

You regret it right away, images of fire and war popping up. Sitting up, you figure that doing something is better than nothing.

Up and about, you pace your room to pass the time and hopefully exhaust yourself to the point of being unable to think. You pace you entire room five times before getting a gentle knock.

Opening, you widen your eyes to see Corrin. Or at least a variant of Corrin, his white robes flowing behind him yet hugging his lithe form still at +0. This Corrin is unfortunately much harder to summon than the original.

“Summoner?” Corrin asks as he steps into your room without asking.

Rubbing your eyes, you let in a deep breath, your shoulders hunching before you exhale. “Yes?”

“I felt you having trouble sleeping.” Corrin’s statement gets you standing up straight. “I can help you, if you wish.”

“I’ll try anything at this point.” You smile with Corrin reciprocates.

“Lie down.” He instructs as you follow. “Fall asleep and I’ll join you shortly.” You open your mouth to object, but Corrin’s face stops you.

“Alright.” You concede. It’s not hard to fall asleep with having such a lack of it.

You open your eyes to find the same images. Figures at war. Giving it a moment, you wait for Corrin.

Dodging out of the way of several arrows, you duck behind a tree to find him there too.

“Good.” Let’s go. You reach for Corrin’s hand and he firmly clasps his in yours.

Walking away from the battlefield and into the forest, you question Corrin.

“How can you do this?”

“I was originally created from dreams. Over time, I’ve been able to travel between the realms.” Corrin responds as he leads you to a door in the middle of the forest, a clearing made just for it. “We should be much better here.”

You reach for the door and open it. The image shows a small cottage in the middle of the woods. As your only hope, you enter it with Corrin following you.

Fully in, you find yourself stepping on wood, now in the cottage shown.

“I-how?” You mutter.

Corrin shrugs. “The dreamworld is mysterious and even I don’t understand it. You should be safe from your nightmares for now.

Sighing, you hug Corrin. "Thank you.” Exploring the whole place, you find nothing really of interest, it’s a simple cottage. Returning to the room, you find Corrin still there.

“I can’t leave until you wake up.” Corrin admits as he blushes.

“That’s okay. Just means we have time to explore.” You look on the bright side. Walking to the back of the cottage, you hear Corrin’s footsteps behind you. Opening the backdoor, the outside is as barren as the cottage itself. Sighing your shoulders droop.

“This is your dreamscape. You can imagine things you wish.” Corrin places a hand on your shoulder as he gestures to the plain grass field.

Imagining flowers, a ton of carnations sprout from the garden, swaying from the breeze.

“It worked…” You breathe out as you imagine more flowers, roses, patchoulis, sunflowers and every flower you can think of. The landscape transforms around you as you please. Turning around, you look at the cottage and make the table dissappear. “It really works.” You mutter.

“If you’re calm, willing your dream is much easier. As a creation from a dream, my presence helps as well.” Corrin enlightens you.

Corrin may have doomed his fate if your plan works.

“Ah, summoner…” Corrin places a hand on his stomach as it gurgles.

“This is just a dream.” You smile as you imagine a larger Corrin, the dreamscape adjusting to your thoughts.

Growing, Corrin’s multiple blue straps stretch trying to withstand the growing size. His slight abs wash away as pudge washes over it.

Corrin now chunky, you stop. His dress now stretched out. You hug Corrin. Placing a hand on his tummy, you smile.

Looking at the living room, the furniture disappears as it’s replaced with a king sized bed. “Have a seat.” Corrin hesitates, refusing to move.

Leading Corrin, he reluctantly sits down on it, nervously looking at you. A burp escapes his lips as he continues growing.

His tight dress torn, his cape falling off, his baggy pants are the only thing supporting his growth.

Stomach growing, it bulges out as it takes over more of his widening thighs. Breath becoming more labored as his chest grows mounds for breasts, the pressure lying heavily on him as his moobs cling to his stomach. Love handles develop into spare tires. Trying to move, it proves too late as he wiggles back and forth, his rolls shaking. Desperately shaking his arms and legs, Corrin struggles against the growth, whimpering.

Originally taking up very little of the bed, his flab encroaches on the bed, the bed becoming more and more covered. Bed creaking, you continue Corrin’s expansion. Flab overflowing, it begins sagging off the bed. Unannounced, the bed creaks before the frame splinters with a resounding crack, Corrin falling down.

Encumbered by his weight, Corrin can only remain sitting, standing up now impossible. Wheezing, Corrin groans.

“I don’t think I’ll get nightmares anymore.” You stroke Corrin’s round cheeks, his stacks of chins jiggling as he tries to move away.