Fumbling his way back to the temple opening, the summoner stuffs his horned crown back into his pack. He looks over his clothing compared to his new figure and decides that he’ll have to stick with the robe. Beginning his journey back to town, the summoner steadies himself on a pillar as he feels a rush of dark energy through himself. He grips his uneasy stomach and sets off.
As he heads back to his home, the energy continues to flow through him and he holds his stomach more. Feeling it start to expand, he hurries off down the path as fast as he can.
By the time the summoner reaches the village gates, his belly is visibly pushing against his robe. The villagers that once looked down upon him for his creepy occult ways, now don’t seem to recognize him. The women rub his round belly, telling him he’s absolutely glowing, and how gorgeous he is. Angrily rushing back to his home, he slams the door, drops his pack right away, and then collapses with a sigh onto a chair.
By day’s end, the summoner is reduced to waddling around his dwelling, holding his now full belly. His sustains himself with the spirits’ word that tomorrow the summoning will be complete. Propping himself up on the bed with all the dwelling’s pillows, he drifts off to a fretful sleep.
Come morning, the figure wakes with a start. His twisted curves remain but there’s no sign of a swollen belly. He has returned to his self! Somewhat, if you ignore the hourglass figure. After a quick meal and bath, he gathers his belongings and tools and heads back to the temple before any of the wretched town peasants are awake to coo at him with their pleasantries.
Descending back into the temple, the figure sees that the incantation room is already aglow. Confused, he enters into a brightly-lit and pastel painted room with none of the awe and splendor of a good occult temple. Lounging on a couch, a succubus notices his presence and floats to her feet. The necromancer is thrilled and asks his new minion her name. She laughs and corrects him that she serves the spirits, not him. With a wave of her hand, a sigil appears and a meter-high skeletal creature appears and bows to the figure. The succubus explains that this is the necromomcer’s first minion. Such a simple summomoning as yesterday’s only generates enough energy to raise a simple minion like the skeleton. The succubus has been tasked with preparing the necromomcer to gain the skills to build up even more energy so he can power the creation of the kind of beasts that will be required for a new world order.
The figure tries to back away, reconsidering the dark arts, but the succubus is instantly at his side and blocking the exit path. She motions around the pastel room to the padded area where she will guide him in stretching and exercising so he remains limber and strong, the spa heated by the fiery pits within the world itself as a relaxing place she can guide him for breathing exercises, and the flowing demonic silks she will use to teach him how to sew his own infernal maternity outfits. With a spiked and toothy grin, she places her hand on his belly and he feels the swell of energy once again as she promises to make him the mightiest summomner this realm has seen.