Greedy Transformation

Combat with the wizards of the wastes is oft a fools errand. Exhausted in defeat, you stumble and fall to your knees on the scorching wastes of planet Darkness. Your belongings scatter like spilled jellybeans whimsically tumbling before you. Chaotic compulsions well up inside you as your skin twists and dries, becoming scaly. You wallow in piles of jellybeans, delighting in your newfound hoard of possession, squealing in inane glee. You grow in content as well as size, bloating and morphing into but one more horrible monster to grace the wastes.