Pulling on the lead so that I follow behind on hands and knees, he heads toward the open door. I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked ...nd crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate. The concrete sc****s at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk. I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around. Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a. I've got a feeling that you're the type of fat woman who ends up at five or six hundred pounds. Twenty one years old and you are already sixty pounds overweight. At twenty-five, you'll be a hundred pounds overweight. It'll only get worse."You think you're miserable now. Just wait until you weigh in at four hundred pounds. You'll be unable to make your way to the bathroom, because you aren't strong enough to lift your body off the bed. You will end up pissing and shitting in a diaper that you. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask us to feel his arm muscles. Being aware of what would come next we would feel his arms. After working round his body he would end up asking us to feel his thigh then work down to his cock which at this stage was still inside his trousers. Through his trousers it felt very large. After the two of us had felt him he would ask if we wanted to see it. This of course was the ultimate idea and the whole reason for the routine. One of us would. ’ I began to breathe slow and deep, focusing myself for the testing, my mind and body both relaxing and tensing in anticipation. ‘Very good. Then begin.’ At Telemon’s order I drew heavily on the mana, keeping my eyes closed, feeling the surge of power rushing through me as I called to mind the spell the Order had created, most likely by Telemon himself, to test a mage’s power. It had only one use and so it was just called the ‘Testing Spell’. It would produce a bright aura of color surrounding.