In a forgotten part of the forest, under gnarled trees and eerie whispers, Isabelle and May—two curious Wolfaroos—came across a mysterious black lamp, half-buried in the soil like a secret begging to be found.
May remember the warnings Olivia once gave her during a campfire story: "If you ever find a lamp that smells like sulfur and hums when you touch it... leave it."
But Isabelle's curiosity was stronger than caution.

With a cautious rub, the lamp burst with dark smoke and magic, and in a blink, the girls were yanked into a twisted, shimmering portal.
When they landed, it was onto the marble floor of a bizarre, crimson-lit lair. Floating torches lit themselves along the walls, revealing rich silks and wicked artifacts.
And there, reclining like a queen of chaos, was Malisha Maloba, the infamous wolf genie of legend.

Malisha rose with a sultry smirk and narrowed eyes. "Two little fluffballs, just what I needed for some fun," she said, her voice like velvet soaked in malice. Isabelle and May backed into each other, their tails bristling with dread.

"You must be Malisha..." May whimpered, recalling Olivia’s stories.
"The one who turned that prince into a Goose and made the merchant jump for days?"

"Guilty," Malisha purred.
"Now~... What to do with you two? Hm..."

She tapped her chin theatrically.
Then, her claws snapped with a crack of magical energy—and enchanted thread wrapped around their muzzles.
Isabelle's cheeks puffed up first, her eyes wide with panic as her belly bloated with air.
May tried to reach over, fingers scrambling to undo her friend’s thread—but it was no use.
With a second snap, May’s own inflation began, her limbs twitching helplessly as she too began to swell.

The two girls looked at each other, panicked and helpless as their limbs sank into their round, inflated bodies, squeaking and bulging as their ballooning forms floated upward and bumping into each other.
Giggles escaped from Malisha as she effortlessly held them by magical strings, parading them like decorations at a twisted party.

"Don’t worry," she said mockingly.
"You’ll deflate back to normal... eventually. Maybe. If I get bored."

My part of art trade for JousimusPrime

Malisha and May belongs to JousimusPrime