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“Maybe you should stand back,” You say as you pick up the blue potion. You pull the cork out and drink the liquid.

It felt like drinking a soda. You can feel the fizzing concoction work its way down to your stomach. In fact, it felt so much like a soda that-
“BUURRP!” You feel the need to release a little pressure. Light blue bubbles float out of your mouth before you clamp it shut in surprise. The pressure in your belly starts to build up again, causing it to visibly swell against your tightening shirt.
“A pooltoy potion?” Mystic asks curiously as he comes closer.
“No-URRRP!” You say, feeling your middle continue to round out as you fill with air, “It'ssss an air elemental poti-URRP!”

You wobble around as it gets hard to keep your balance. Your arms and legs have begun to puff up while your belly has swollen to the size of a beach ball. Your clothes start to pop and tear at the seams until they slide off your smooth body and fall the the floor. You push your belly with a free hand and it sinks inside like it were just a balloon.

“You kinda look like a pooltoy so far,” Mystic jokes playfully,
“It ssstarts that wa-UURRP! But it endsss much bigger and, urf, rounder!” You find it much harder to talk as more and more air fills you up. Your entire body was starting to blimp up into a sphere, with your arms and legs poking out of the sides as they're slowly engulfed by your shiny purple hide. You start to float into the air, wiggling your legs helplessly until Mystic wraps his arms around you in a big hug, squishing around your belly to hold you to the ground.

“That still sounds kind of nice to me~” he says with a smile. You hope you made the potion right, because an unstable air elemental potion could cause the subject to explode, but you're in no condition to explain the finer alchemic details to your orca friend right now. You can feel your body stretching larger and feel that Mystic is having trouble keeping his feet on the floor. If he didn't let go soon, you'd both end up floating up to the ceiling! You frantically waggle an arm in the direction of your work station.

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B) “Quick, usssse the green potion!”
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D) “H-UURRP m-URP d-UUUUURRRRRRPPP!!”