Repeatedly, In Many Different Positions
Chapter Four: Return of the Big Mac: Buffy Discovers Food
by nongenius
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Joss does. I just like to have fun with them. Bedazzler fun is little_bit's invention and many of the jokes contained herein were suggested by the good people at TWoP.
Big thanks to the Magnificent Eight, especially FaithAnne, hold_that_thought, and little_bit for setting up such an excellent story. And to litte_bit and hold_that_thought for being such thoughtful betas.
Now, on with the show.
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"Dawn! What are you doing here?"
Dawn turned to her side to hide the ten sweaters, full tea service with matching service tray, and puppy dog she had crammed down her pants and smiled at Buffy.
"Oh, I'm just looking around. What's up?"
Buffy sighed. "Spike found his balls and now he won't have se..uh won't help me scratch my itches. He's just sitting there watching stupid football or soccer whatever the hell it's called in the most horrible clothes this side of Tara's closet."
"Buffy, I know you have sex with Spike. You don't have to hide it from me."
But Buffy had already stopped listening to Dawn and was practicing her depressed tear streaked face that she knew would one day get her an Emmy, and not just a Daytime Emmy because really, anyone with a decent pouty face and good tear ducts could get one of those.
Dawn shrieked to try and get Buffy's attention, and when she failed she just shrugged and walked over to the sports store.
"Spike, what are you wearing? You look like a Nike reject."
"Hey! Listen nibblet, if I want to wear Man U's stuff, I have every right to, you got that little bit? Just because you're Buffy Jr. doesn't mean you have to act like it. Besides, tater tot, I'm not doing anything evil anymore, I might as well wear something more comfortable than tight jeans. Bloody hell, kibbles and bits, I just got my balls back! Little Spikey needs a bit more room right now, you know what I mean small wonder? Now move out of the way tiny tyke, you're blocking the view."
"Whatever," Dawn said as she walked between Spike and the television.
After Dawn had passed, Spike realized the telly was gone and Dawn looked like she had put on some weight. He shrugged and walked over to where Buffy was practicing her guilt-ridden face in the lap of some stranger who was seriously wigged by her performance.
"Uh, Slayer, don't we have a job to do?"
Buffy jumped up, magically transforming her face from tear streaked to happy and joyful, a move she was certain would grab attention.
"Right, Spike, but I'm not going anywhere with you in that."
"Fine."
Spike disappeared for a moment and came back in a powder blue tuxedo straight out of 1973, with an overly ruffled shirt and pants that were about half a foot too short for him.
Buffy didn't even notice as his clothes were off in a minute and she was only concerned with jumping his sexy British bones.
Just then Anya and Xander walked passed.
"Uh, Buffy?" Xander said hesitantly.
"CPR," Buffy said as she pressed against Spike's chest for leverage and leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh, of course," Xander said, extending his stay in Cairo by conveniently forgetting that vampires don't actually breathe and therefore would never need CPR.
"Anya, your hair looks great! I always thought it looked best at the end of seas… uh 1999," Buffy said as she and Spike got dressed.
"Wow, Spike's bulge looks so much bigger now, not that it wasn't exceptionally large before," Xander casually observed.
"I found my balls," Spike beamed gesturing lewdly at his newfound manhood.
"That's great!" said Anya, observing Spike's new possession. She suddenly turned to Xander. "Xander, are you sure we aren't supposed to be finding you balls? Because I think you could use some."
"Hey!" Xander said. "I have balls and a tool and other very manly and masculine parts because I'm a man and that's what men have."
"Whatever you say, honey."
Xander began chanting to himself "nothing defeats the penis, nothing defeats the penis". Everyone ignored him.
"So what's next, luv?" Spike asked turning to Buffy. "After all this is your show and you are the boss and I'm too lazy and too evil to come up with any namby-pamby helpful Scoobie save the world plans."
"I guess we should find my appetite."
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As Dawn walked home, she passed an old man. He was sucking on his fingers and crying out, "Why oh why did I take this terrible thing?"
As Dawn passed, she swiped the baby, dropped him in her pants next to the puppy and went on her way.
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Angel was pacing back and forth trying to get his hand out of his hair. He made a mental note to use less gel. Scratch that. Don't run fingers through hair. He could never sacrifice the hair. "I need to find my baby."
"Well, we'd tell the others your baby is missing but we can't do that since we don't have any useful technology like cell phones or beepers, even though you have them on your sho.. I mean, Angel investigations uses them, and we used to have them on our sh.. I mean, a few years ago Buffy had a beeper. But since we're low on contin… money, we don't have cell phones or beepers or cars or washers and dryers, which is why we always have to buy new clothes, even though we've seen the washers and dryers, they just haven't been used since Joyce died and I learned how to do magic and oh god!" Willow rushed into the kitchen and grabbed another five-gallon bottle, which she chugged in a few seconds while bedazzling all the oven mitts.
"Baby, are you alright? Sweetie, that was a close one," Tara oozed as she went to comfort Willow. "Would a little bit of gay lesbian love cheer you up, honey?"
"Oh yes!" Willow said as she pointed to the temporary GAY NOW tattoo on her forehead.
"Um, I think I'm going to go look for my son on my own," Angel said, obviously uncomfortable with the change in Willow's character.
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Anya, Xander, Spike and Buffy were walking through the graveyard, trying to puzzle out the mystery behind Buffy's lost appetite.
"How long has it been gone?" Xander asked because, like with everything else, he hadn't even noticed it.
"I don't even know," said Buffy.
"Well maybe Oz took it," Anya chirped.
Everyone stopped and stared at her. "Who?"
"You know, Oz, the guy Willow used to love and who was a werewolf and a recurring charact.. I mean, in our lives for two seas… I mean two years."
The soft chirp of crickets was strangely soothing to everyone.
"Maybe Riley took it, bloody ponce," Spike opined.
"Oh no, Riley's too perfect to do a thing like that. He never had any issues with my strength or abilities. Anything he did wrong I drove him to! I deserve to be punished for his betrayal of me! It's all my fault that he went to get suckjobs from vampires and gave me an ultimatum in the middle of an argument! I was the one who didn't respect his masculinity enough to punch him nice and hard when he asked me too! I should be spanked for what I did," Buffy cried, using her powerful Emmy award- winning tears.
"Gladly," Spike said with a waggle of the eyebrows.
Xander, blissfully unaware of the sexual nature of Spike and Buffy's sadomasochistic game and of the fact that Spike should have been shouting with pain each time he spanked Buffy, simply used this opportunity to shag Anya like non-rabbit animals.
"Maybe that British guy took it," Xander offered after all sexual activity was done for the moment.
"Spike? Spike did you take my appetite?" Buffy demanded.
"No, not Spike, older British guy," Xander expanded (both literally and figuratively because Xander was constantly expanding).
"Ethan Rayne? What would he want with my appetite?" Buffy asked, bewildered.
"No, no. Tweedy older British Council guy," Xander said, trying to remember the name he was looking for.
"Quentin Travers is SO gonna pay if I find out he took my appetite," Buffy threatened, as Buffy does whenever she's trying to say anything.
"No, not him. Older, Council guy, British, wears tweed, wears glasses, bout yay high, name starts with a G or a J," Xander said, thinking hard which was obviously painful for him.
"Gilly?" Buffy guessed.
"Jolly?" Spike took a stab.
"Gills?" Anya tossed out.
"Jello?" Xander offered, of course.
"Giles!" Buffy said excited that she had shown some sign of continui.. memory.
"Yeah, Giles! Maybe he took it," Xander said hopefully.
At that moment, a vampire attacked.
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Angel was wandering the streets when he passed an old man doing a little happy dance.
"Holtz!" Angel said and rushed at him, but, being unable to use his hands effectively with one of them still stuck in his hair gel, he just rubbed his spiked tresses against the old man's face.
"I don't have your crazy biting baby! Some teenage girl took it," Holtz said.
"Which way did he go George, which way did he go?" Angel said, doing his best goofy impression.
Holtz blinked in obvious confusion, as Angel had disappeared and some dorky goofball had reappeared in front of him. "How'd you do that?"
Angel got menacing again and demanded to know where his baby went.
Holtz was relieved that the broody vampire was back, because the goofball was scaring him six ways to Sunday. He pointed in the direction Dawn had gone.
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After the quick cuts between close-ups, obvious use of stunt men, and bad editin…I mean, the vamp fight, Buffy sighed.
"I used to get tummy rumblings whenever I slayed," Buffy recalled fondly. "It also made me really horny.
"I know the feeling Buff. Right now I could eat Denny's out of business and I'm dying for a quick lay," Xander said as he rushed off with Anya to have crazy monkey sex.
As Buffy climbed on top of Spike's little Spike, Spike put two and two together.
"Buffy, isn't it obvious? Who started getting big while you started getting smaller?"
"Oh my god!" Buffy squealed, "Dawn took my appetite! She looked really hefty when I saw her at the mall and even you said she looked like she gained weight! And that would explain why the little bitch is taller than me!"
"Buffy, you ninny. Who's getting horny and hungry after you slay that's not you?"
Buffy was unable to use logic because that would be a useful thing for a Slayer to be able to do and therefore was not in Buffy's job description. "Huh?" was all she could say.
"It's Xander! The whelp's been puffing up ever since seas.. last year, which was when you started shrinking. He's growing even as we speak."
"Xander!" Buffy called, jumping off of Spike and rushing over to the other set of rustling bushes.
Xander jumped up. "What?"
"You took my appetite! Give it back!" Buffy whined like a true pro.
"I didn't!"
"You did too you puffy poofter" said Spike.
"At least I'm not wearing capris." Xander snarked back.
"I'll have you know that these are not capris, they're just short pants. Capris have a completely different cut you sodding git. And even so, there's nothing wrong with capris. They can really bring out the bulge if you wear them right," Spike leered.
"Enough with this fashion talk! We're in the Evil Fashion Nazi's graveyard. The last thing she needs is ideas. Xander, tell me how you stole my appetite" Buffy yelled.
"I didn…Oh, wait! I tried to do a spell a while back to make a Big Mac appear in front of me and I suddenly got really hungry!
"That must be what happened. Instead of getting food, he took Buffy's entire appetite, because he's incompetent, like a fish riding a bicycle. Obviously Xander shouldn't be allowed to use magic. We need witches for this," Anya said, leading the way back to the house.
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Angel quickly caught up with Dawn, who was no longer carrying any of her previous baggage and was instead carrying a wad of rolled up cash. She was on her way to pay off the Evil Hair Nazi so she wouldn't do anything to the shiny monk hair she had been given.
Angel grabbed her and spun her around. "Where's my son?"
"Get out, get out, GET OUT! That's what I told him when he wouldn't get out of my pants. I sold him for hair bribery money."
"Dawn, you know this is Angel right? Not Angelus." Angel pulled out the pillow he'd kept with him ever since he lost Connor, just in case he ever needed it and proceeded to smother Dawn. "YOU SOLD MY SON! YOU STUPID BALL OF ENERGY! YOU SOLD MY SON!" After a few seconds, he removed his pillow, wiped the spit off his mouth and walked off.
Dawn lay in a huddled pile on the ground, shaking and quivering like Willow had taught her.
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Spike, Xander, Anya and Buffy rushed up to the house and started banging on the door because no one thought to use a key or even try the doorknob. That would make too much sense.
Tara and Willow rushed to answer the door.
"Xander has my appetite! He did magic to try and get food and stole my appetite instead. And now we need someone to do magic to reverse the spell!"
Willow couldn't take all the mentions of magic. She ran outside and started guzzling from the lawn hose, while breathing heavily through her mouth and bedazzling "Make Gay Love, not Magic" on to her pants.
My baby sweetie pie can't handle all the magic. But it's okay because I can do it so my dear honey bun doesn't have to," Tara said in her Mother Earthly way.
Tara pulled out a book, conveniently titled Appetite Spells and flipped to the right page immediately. She said a few words and suddenly Xander was transformed into sexy Speedo worthy Xander and all his weight was transferred onto Buffy.
"HEY! What's this? I can't fit into my Emmy dress looking like this!" Buffy complained.
"Sorry, sweetie." Tara did a little more hocus pocus and the weight transferred back to Xander.
"Suddenly I'm hungry! Yay! I have my appetite back!" Buffy celebrated by eating one of the Doublemeat Burgers that she had been stockpiling for any occasion where Xander was likely to be in the house.
"Xander, let's go now. We need to find that gym membership so I can have that sexy looking Xander you were just a minute ago. I want to have sex with that!" Anya cried as she pulled Xander out the door.
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Chapter Four: Return of the Big Mac: Buffy Discovers Food
by nongenius
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Joss does. I just like to have fun with them. Bedazzler fun is little_bit's invention and many of the jokes contained herein were suggested by the good people at TWoP.
Big thanks to the Magnificent Eight, especially FaithAnne, hold_that_thought, and little_bit for setting up such an excellent story. And to litte_bit and hold_that_thought for being such thoughtful betas.
Now, on with the show.
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"Dawn! What are you doing here?"
Dawn turned to her side to hide the ten sweaters, full tea service with matching service tray, and puppy dog she had crammed down her pants and smiled at Buffy.
"Oh, I'm just looking around. What's up?"
Buffy sighed. "Spike found his balls and now he won't have se..uh won't help me scratch my itches. He's just sitting there watching stupid football or soccer whatever the hell it's called in the most horrible clothes this side of Tara's closet."
"Buffy, I know you have sex with Spike. You don't have to hide it from me."
But Buffy had already stopped listening to Dawn and was practicing her depressed tear streaked face that she knew would one day get her an Emmy, and not just a Daytime Emmy because really, anyone with a decent pouty face and good tear ducts could get one of those.
Dawn shrieked to try and get Buffy's attention, and when she failed she just shrugged and walked over to the sports store.
"Spike, what are you wearing? You look like a Nike reject."
"Hey! Listen nibblet, if I want to wear Man U's stuff, I have every right to, you got that little bit? Just because you're Buffy Jr. doesn't mean you have to act like it. Besides, tater tot, I'm not doing anything evil anymore, I might as well wear something more comfortable than tight jeans. Bloody hell, kibbles and bits, I just got my balls back! Little Spikey needs a bit more room right now, you know what I mean small wonder? Now move out of the way tiny tyke, you're blocking the view."
"Whatever," Dawn said as she walked between Spike and the television.
After Dawn had passed, Spike realized the telly was gone and Dawn looked like she had put on some weight. He shrugged and walked over to where Buffy was practicing her guilt-ridden face in the lap of some stranger who was seriously wigged by her performance.
"Uh, Slayer, don't we have a job to do?"
Buffy jumped up, magically transforming her face from tear streaked to happy and joyful, a move she was certain would grab attention.
"Right, Spike, but I'm not going anywhere with you in that."
"Fine."
Spike disappeared for a moment and came back in a powder blue tuxedo straight out of 1973, with an overly ruffled shirt and pants that were about half a foot too short for him.
Buffy didn't even notice as his clothes were off in a minute and she was only concerned with jumping his sexy British bones.
Just then Anya and Xander walked passed.
"Uh, Buffy?" Xander said hesitantly.
"CPR," Buffy said as she pressed against Spike's chest for leverage and leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh, of course," Xander said, extending his stay in Cairo by conveniently forgetting that vampires don't actually breathe and therefore would never need CPR.
"Anya, your hair looks great! I always thought it looked best at the end of seas… uh 1999," Buffy said as she and Spike got dressed.
"Wow, Spike's bulge looks so much bigger now, not that it wasn't exceptionally large before," Xander casually observed.
"I found my balls," Spike beamed gesturing lewdly at his newfound manhood.
"That's great!" said Anya, observing Spike's new possession. She suddenly turned to Xander. "Xander, are you sure we aren't supposed to be finding you balls? Because I think you could use some."
"Hey!" Xander said. "I have balls and a tool and other very manly and masculine parts because I'm a man and that's what men have."
"Whatever you say, honey."
Xander began chanting to himself "nothing defeats the penis, nothing defeats the penis". Everyone ignored him.
"So what's next, luv?" Spike asked turning to Buffy. "After all this is your show and you are the boss and I'm too lazy and too evil to come up with any namby-pamby helpful Scoobie save the world plans."
"I guess we should find my appetite."
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As Dawn walked home, she passed an old man. He was sucking on his fingers and crying out, "Why oh why did I take this terrible thing?"
As Dawn passed, she swiped the baby, dropped him in her pants next to the puppy and went on her way.
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Angel was pacing back and forth trying to get his hand out of his hair. He made a mental note to use less gel. Scratch that. Don't run fingers through hair. He could never sacrifice the hair. "I need to find my baby."
"Well, we'd tell the others your baby is missing but we can't do that since we don't have any useful technology like cell phones or beepers, even though you have them on your sho.. I mean, Angel investigations uses them, and we used to have them on our sh.. I mean, a few years ago Buffy had a beeper. But since we're low on contin… money, we don't have cell phones or beepers or cars or washers and dryers, which is why we always have to buy new clothes, even though we've seen the washers and dryers, they just haven't been used since Joyce died and I learned how to do magic and oh god!" Willow rushed into the kitchen and grabbed another five-gallon bottle, which she chugged in a few seconds while bedazzling all the oven mitts.
"Baby, are you alright? Sweetie, that was a close one," Tara oozed as she went to comfort Willow. "Would a little bit of gay lesbian love cheer you up, honey?"
"Oh yes!" Willow said as she pointed to the temporary GAY NOW tattoo on her forehead.
"Um, I think I'm going to go look for my son on my own," Angel said, obviously uncomfortable with the change in Willow's character.
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Anya, Xander, Spike and Buffy were walking through the graveyard, trying to puzzle out the mystery behind Buffy's lost appetite.
"How long has it been gone?" Xander asked because, like with everything else, he hadn't even noticed it.
"I don't even know," said Buffy.
"Well maybe Oz took it," Anya chirped.
Everyone stopped and stared at her. "Who?"
"You know, Oz, the guy Willow used to love and who was a werewolf and a recurring charact.. I mean, in our lives for two seas… I mean two years."
The soft chirp of crickets was strangely soothing to everyone.
"Maybe Riley took it, bloody ponce," Spike opined.
"Oh no, Riley's too perfect to do a thing like that. He never had any issues with my strength or abilities. Anything he did wrong I drove him to! I deserve to be punished for his betrayal of me! It's all my fault that he went to get suckjobs from vampires and gave me an ultimatum in the middle of an argument! I was the one who didn't respect his masculinity enough to punch him nice and hard when he asked me too! I should be spanked for what I did," Buffy cried, using her powerful Emmy award- winning tears.
"Gladly," Spike said with a waggle of the eyebrows.
Xander, blissfully unaware of the sexual nature of Spike and Buffy's sadomasochistic game and of the fact that Spike should have been shouting with pain each time he spanked Buffy, simply used this opportunity to shag Anya like non-rabbit animals.
"Maybe that British guy took it," Xander offered after all sexual activity was done for the moment.
"Spike? Spike did you take my appetite?" Buffy demanded.
"No, not Spike, older British guy," Xander expanded (both literally and figuratively because Xander was constantly expanding).
"Ethan Rayne? What would he want with my appetite?" Buffy asked, bewildered.
"No, no. Tweedy older British Council guy," Xander said, trying to remember the name he was looking for.
"Quentin Travers is SO gonna pay if I find out he took my appetite," Buffy threatened, as Buffy does whenever she's trying to say anything.
"No, not him. Older, Council guy, British, wears tweed, wears glasses, bout yay high, name starts with a G or a J," Xander said, thinking hard which was obviously painful for him.
"Gilly?" Buffy guessed.
"Jolly?" Spike took a stab.
"Gills?" Anya tossed out.
"Jello?" Xander offered, of course.
"Giles!" Buffy said excited that she had shown some sign of continui.. memory.
"Yeah, Giles! Maybe he took it," Xander said hopefully.
At that moment, a vampire attacked.
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Angel was wandering the streets when he passed an old man doing a little happy dance.
"Holtz!" Angel said and rushed at him, but, being unable to use his hands effectively with one of them still stuck in his hair gel, he just rubbed his spiked tresses against the old man's face.
"I don't have your crazy biting baby! Some teenage girl took it," Holtz said.
"Which way did he go George, which way did he go?" Angel said, doing his best goofy impression.
Holtz blinked in obvious confusion, as Angel had disappeared and some dorky goofball had reappeared in front of him. "How'd you do that?"
Angel got menacing again and demanded to know where his baby went.
Holtz was relieved that the broody vampire was back, because the goofball was scaring him six ways to Sunday. He pointed in the direction Dawn had gone.
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After the quick cuts between close-ups, obvious use of stunt men, and bad editin…I mean, the vamp fight, Buffy sighed.
"I used to get tummy rumblings whenever I slayed," Buffy recalled fondly. "It also made me really horny.
"I know the feeling Buff. Right now I could eat Denny's out of business and I'm dying for a quick lay," Xander said as he rushed off with Anya to have crazy monkey sex.
As Buffy climbed on top of Spike's little Spike, Spike put two and two together.
"Buffy, isn't it obvious? Who started getting big while you started getting smaller?"
"Oh my god!" Buffy squealed, "Dawn took my appetite! She looked really hefty when I saw her at the mall and even you said she looked like she gained weight! And that would explain why the little bitch is taller than me!"
"Buffy, you ninny. Who's getting horny and hungry after you slay that's not you?"
Buffy was unable to use logic because that would be a useful thing for a Slayer to be able to do and therefore was not in Buffy's job description. "Huh?" was all she could say.
"It's Xander! The whelp's been puffing up ever since seas.. last year, which was when you started shrinking. He's growing even as we speak."
"Xander!" Buffy called, jumping off of Spike and rushing over to the other set of rustling bushes.
Xander jumped up. "What?"
"You took my appetite! Give it back!" Buffy whined like a true pro.
"I didn't!"
"You did too you puffy poofter" said Spike.
"At least I'm not wearing capris." Xander snarked back.
"I'll have you know that these are not capris, they're just short pants. Capris have a completely different cut you sodding git. And even so, there's nothing wrong with capris. They can really bring out the bulge if you wear them right," Spike leered.
"Enough with this fashion talk! We're in the Evil Fashion Nazi's graveyard. The last thing she needs is ideas. Xander, tell me how you stole my appetite" Buffy yelled.
"I didn…Oh, wait! I tried to do a spell a while back to make a Big Mac appear in front of me and I suddenly got really hungry!
"That must be what happened. Instead of getting food, he took Buffy's entire appetite, because he's incompetent, like a fish riding a bicycle. Obviously Xander shouldn't be allowed to use magic. We need witches for this," Anya said, leading the way back to the house.
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Angel quickly caught up with Dawn, who was no longer carrying any of her previous baggage and was instead carrying a wad of rolled up cash. She was on her way to pay off the Evil Hair Nazi so she wouldn't do anything to the shiny monk hair she had been given.
Angel grabbed her and spun her around. "Where's my son?"
"Get out, get out, GET OUT! That's what I told him when he wouldn't get out of my pants. I sold him for hair bribery money."
"Dawn, you know this is Angel right? Not Angelus." Angel pulled out the pillow he'd kept with him ever since he lost Connor, just in case he ever needed it and proceeded to smother Dawn. "YOU SOLD MY SON! YOU STUPID BALL OF ENERGY! YOU SOLD MY SON!" After a few seconds, he removed his pillow, wiped the spit off his mouth and walked off.
Dawn lay in a huddled pile on the ground, shaking and quivering like Willow had taught her.
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Spike, Xander, Anya and Buffy rushed up to the house and started banging on the door because no one thought to use a key or even try the doorknob. That would make too much sense.
Tara and Willow rushed to answer the door.
"Xander has my appetite! He did magic to try and get food and stole my appetite instead. And now we need someone to do magic to reverse the spell!"
Willow couldn't take all the mentions of magic. She ran outside and started guzzling from the lawn hose, while breathing heavily through her mouth and bedazzling "Make Gay Love, not Magic" on to her pants.
My baby sweetie pie can't handle all the magic. But it's okay because I can do it so my dear honey bun doesn't have to," Tara said in her Mother Earthly way.
Tara pulled out a book, conveniently titled Appetite Spells and flipped to the right page immediately. She said a few words and suddenly Xander was transformed into sexy Speedo worthy Xander and all his weight was transferred onto Buffy.
"HEY! What's this? I can't fit into my Emmy dress looking like this!" Buffy complained.
"Sorry, sweetie." Tara did a little more hocus pocus and the weight transferred back to Xander.
"Suddenly I'm hungry! Yay! I have my appetite back!" Buffy celebrated by eating one of the Doublemeat Burgers that she had been stockpiling for any occasion where Xander was likely to be in the house.
"Xander, let's go now. We need to find that gym membership so I can have that sexy looking Xander you were just a minute ago. I want to have sex with that!" Anya cried as she pulled Xander out the door.
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