inflation · alchemy · magic potion · horror · body horror · trapped · expansion · fantasy · dark comedy · laboratory setting
The cauldron seethed, emerald vapors twisting toward the rafters as Veridia’s grin stretched. You lifted the shimmering philtre—its taste a piercing blend of cloying sweetness and bitter herbs. A satisfied, rumbling burp broke from her as she drained her portion. Then, heat surged. Your stomach ballooned outward, clothes straining and ripping against sudden, dense mass. She hunched over, inflating with a series of loud, herbal belches. The cottage seemed to shrink, beams creaking as your forms swelled without end, until you both collapsed—massive, trapped—onto the cramped, cluttered floor.