The thief could feel the bubbles welling up inside her, her eyes growing wide with fear as she locked eyes with the woman responsible for her current misfortune.
"I told you not to drink it."
The woman smiled, showing fangs.
The pressure inside the thief's body kept increasing as her hands caressed her stomach. She was almost completely paralyzed. Her stomach started to press against her hands. Tentatively, she pressed back. No give. She looked down to see her belly beginning to push out into her vision. It was the first time since she'd entered adulthood that she'd seen her stomach past her breasts.
"Stop it! Please!"
"I can't. There is only one outcome now."
The dark-skinned alchemist punctuated her ominous sentence by puffing her cheeks out comically.
"No!"
"Yes..."
Another fanged smiled appeared. Sweet but wicked.
The thief's hands were slowly moving away as her stomach pressed out, the pressure building at ever increasing pace. Her pants started to become like tight vices around her plumping legs.
The Alchemist took a step back, her smile growing even wider.
"This is my favorite part..."
Tags: inflation, clothes ripping, peril, magic
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Story by Crymson Nite |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Ponce |
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