Two quick posts... I've been sitting on the last two chapters almost a week... I couldn't decide whether to post them as 1 or 2 posts... Don't worry I am working on quickening the pace...

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns my lord and savior... Bowser Koopa.

Day 29-

Once my king vacated the premises, I began my planking regimen as usual with Princess Toadstool on my back. I secured her to my back when I realized she fit in between me and my schoolbag when I loosened the shoulder straps. Sandwiching her in there, I assumed my planking position and noticed something weird today. Princess Toadstool was a lot heavier than usual.

The last few days the statue felt progressively heavier to me. I knew something was off when lifting the table didn't become any easier since that first day but today was something different. I knew I should have left the princess alone when I barely got her an inch off the ground but I really wanted to get stronger incase my king needed to grab a book from the top shelf.

Chalking up the problem as being tired, I joked, "Princess have you gained weight" over my shoulder talking to the table as if it were a person.

As if insulted by my comment, the statue shifted falling from my back. Her tray and right arm shattered upon contact with the stone floor. I panicked repeating, "No, no, no, no."

Rushing to survey and assess the extent of the damaged, I picked the fallen maiden up by her bent left arm. It must have been cracked or something because the elbow broke apart in my hand. Her forearm and upper arm separated from the joint.

I desperately grabbed at the falling table but the jagged marble split my right palm deeply continuing its descent. The table landed smashing the princess's face into the ground shattering it into dust.

My mouth fell open and I couldn't prevent myself from crying. I destroyed my king's beloved. I know she was just a statue but this was his cherished possession at least in this room. Beside myself I couldn't focus on anything. The guilt of the damaged table put the kibosh on exercising, reading, and even showering.

A shamed I sat cross-legged staring at the door for my king's return. I didn't even notice the pool of blood that seeped through my pant leg onto the floor or when the actual cut stopped bleeding.

"Did you have a nice day footstool," finally King Koopa returned and found me still sitting. I dodged his gaze when his eyes went from me to the damage then back to me. "What happened footstool," he asked.

"I broke your table King Koopa," I said swallowing the newly forming tears. Luckily I had stopped crying awhile ago. I didn't want my king to see me cry. "I'm sorry sire."

"How did that happen," he didn't sound angry which was a relief but we'll see if that changes after the explanation.

Still avoiding his gaze, "I dropped her while trying to strengthen my back doing planks," I said solemnly. I added since the king remained silent "I had her on my back and she slid off onto the floor breaking her right arm and tray.
"When I went to stand Princess Toadstool up by her elbow, it broke off in my hand. The princess landed head first and shattered," I finished omitting the cut on my hand. I figured it be the first of many such injuries but of course there's bound to be yelling. I wasn't prepared for what came out of my king's mouth.

"Are you okay footstool," King Koopa asked.

"S- Sire?"

"Your hand is bleeding," he walked over to me and took my hand inspecting my palm.

"Aren't you furious with me? Why aren't you yelling," I asked in disbelief.

Not looking up, "I've broken that table hundreds of times normally from throwing it across the room after a defeat. It's a quick fix. I'm more worried about my defective footstool," he said making me laugh as he released my hand. "It's not deep."

So my king worries about me, could I be pet status already? My head looked upon the mess that implied anything but a quick fix to me. The king invoked his power of telepathy again.

"Watch maggot," he said pulling a magic wand from inside his shell. With three waves, the dust reformed and the broken pieces of marble reassembled into the flawless image of Princess Toadstool. "Valla! What?"

The king was addressing my wide eye amazement. I couldn't help myself. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any cooler," I said excitedly. "You're a WIZARD too!"

"Of course, what did you think I meant when I told you I had the table bewitched," he asked.

"I thought maybe you had Master Kamek do it," I answered.

"Kamek wishes he was as cool as me at magic," my king said smugly making me laugh. "Princess Toadstool, a brown capped mushroom please."

"At once my king," she responded as the mushroom appeared like before.

King Koopa dropped the mushroom in front of me. "Listen footstool, when you're injured you're free to eat any mushroom you want except the golden ones," he informed making the latter part of his statement an order. "You'll only get those if I decide it's necessary."

"Understood, my king," I gobbled down the yucky fungi and watched the cut on my hand disappear. "You spoil this slave."

"And don't you forget it," he answered smugly. He waved his wand again to clean the blood from the floor. "Why were you trying to strengthen your back," King Koopa asked.

"Back in the world I'm from, people stand on footstools," I answered honestly. "I didn't want to break if you decided to stand on my back trying to reach something on the top shelf."

My king laughed following my eye to the bookcase, "I can reach the top shelf without a footstool." Now that he mentioned it, his head does run parallel to the shelf and if I recall correctly, he pulled that really thick book from that shelf on my first day as footstool.

"Even so my lord, I want to get stronger so that I can better serve you," I answered genuinely. "I want you to be happy with your defective footstool while it's underfoot."

"Get stronger? Are you saying I'm fat," King Koopa eyed me suspiciously making me laugh.

"No, no, no, I'm just weak," I smiled flailing my arms.

"Good cause I can eat," he answered making me laugh again. "Princess two plates of Yoshi ribs."

"At once my king," the food appeared.

My king disappeared behind his changing screen. "Why don't you thank her for the meal tonight, footstool," he suggested grabbing his robe.

"Thank you, Princess Toadstool for the delicious meal," I accepted my plate.

"You're welcome, maggot," she responded with a bit of a snarl.

I laughed. My king made the change for me. At least he won't bite my head off for something as silly as being called king anymore. "Thank you my king," I said. "You spoil this slave honoring his request to be called maggot."

He eyed me suspiciously. "If I didn't know your tell, I'd think that was your plan all along," he mused making me laugh again when I remembered he could only make the change while rebuilding her.

After he settled in his chair, we ate our dinners in silence then talked into the wee hours of the morning. I'll have to remember to apologize to Princess Toadstool tomorrow.

Day 30-

I woke up alone in the room and started to panic. Where was my king? Taking a deep breath, I noticed a set of free weights sitting on a rack by the tapestry. There were interchangeable donut shaped disks with holes in the centers and multiple size bars to attach them to. There was also a note from my king taped on them.

Footstool,

These weights weigh the same as Princess Toadstool did when you dropped her, 1000 pounds. Master lifting them and I'll think about giving you more.

Your lord and savior
Bwa ha ha ha.

I couldn't help but laugh. I did call him that once recalling our first night together. Now I just have to figure out how to carry all those extra pounds.

Turning to the princess table, I lifted her and I almost threw her over my head. She didn't feel as heavy as she did yesterday. There's no way she was 1000 pounds yesterday. Setting her back down, I backed up and bowed apologetically.

"I'm sorry I broke you yesterday Princess Toadstool," I said sincerely.

"Apology accepted maggot," she responded generating a laugh from me.

A thought occurred to me. Maybe the princess table is more than just a food tray. I decided to test it. "Princess Toadstool may I have a ball of string," I asked.

I was about to walk away when the ball appeared on the tray. Does that mean whatever I ask for I'll get? As much as I wanted to find out, I decided not to test the limits of the kitchen's patience.

Instead I focused my energy tying the string around the various weights. I weaved the cord through the donut holes at the heart of the metal disc and fashioned make shift straps.

The straps allowed me to position the weights all over my body into a bulky suit. It wasn't very practical or cosmetically appealing but it produced the effect I was hoping for… Weighted Clothes, another trick I learned from watching cartoons. I started walking around the room hunched over. The weights were heavy but I'm sure I'll eventually be able to support their weight. At least I won't feel as bad about dropping them.

I had the weights back on the rack and showered by the time King Koopa returned for the evening. I thanked him for allowing me to sleep in and for the weights. He ordered dinner and we talked for a bit but he decided to call it an early night. I didn't mind. I was pretty worn out.