Fiona groaned and fought back the feeling, and then after minutes of holding her breath, the feeling vanished and her hiccups went away.
She sighed with relief before looking down at herself in embarrassment. Her hands and fingers were all blown uo like latex gloves, her feet, too swollen to fit in her boots, and her face was all over the place. Her cheeks massive, her nose absurdly round and her head puffed up, with her eyes bulging out. She looked ridiculous, almost like something out of a children’s cartoon. But she thankfully stopped growing, that’s what mattered.
“Phew... glad that’s over... now... how do I get back to normal?”
The vixen looked around but found nothing that could aid her. But then her ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the tent. She gulped nervously as a figure soon appeared in the emtrance.
Fiona, looked forward and then watched as the figure walked in...
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