It was a peaceful afternoon in the mayor’s office.
Isabelle, ever the dedicated secretary of the town, had just finished sorting out the last stack of paperwork and decided she had earned a treat.
On her desk sat a mysterious new tea set, a gift from a traveling merchant who claimed it was “extra relaxing.”
Curiosity piqued and stress at a peak, she brewed herself a cup.

The first sip was delightful—sweet, calming, with a strange fizzy aftertaste.
But as the minutes passed, Isabelle noticed something... off.
Her cheeks puffed slightly.
Her vest tightened. And before she could reach for her notepad to write a concerned memo, her entire body began to swell like a balloon!

“O-Oh dear,” she squeaked, her arms now pressed against her sides.
“This isn’t very professional…”

Within moments, her tiny office chair was no match for her expanding form.
Her head peeked over a growing belly that dominated the room.
She hovered slightly off the floor, gently bobbing like a party decoration.
Papers fluttered, pens scattered, and her carefully organized desk quivered from the gusts of air her rounded form displaced.

Despite the chaos, Isabelle maintained her usual composure, cheeks flushed red more from embarrassment than fear.
“I must’ve misunderstood the label,” she muttered with a sheepish smile.
“Maybe I should’ve stuck with chamomile…”

As the clock ticked on and the inflation slowed, she sighed, puffing her cheeks with determination.
“Alright… Let’s not panic. We’ll just file this under ‘magical mishaps’ and call it a day.”

And so she floated there, waiting patiently for help—or at least for the tea’s effects to wear off—reminding herself that even the most unexpected situations could be handled with grace... and a well-organized incident report.