Shadow Milk Cookie grinned, holding a swirling, iridescent potion in his hand. “This is it,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “A single sip, and I’ll be stronger than ever. No one will even dare stare at me now.”

He tilted the glass to his lips, savoring the tangy aroma, and drank. For a moment, nothing happened. Shadow flexed, expecting to feel a surge of power—but instead, a strange, tingling sensation spread through his body.

His limbs began to puff slightly, then his torso expanded, stretching his clothes in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He staggered, letting out a startled laugh. “What… what is happening?!”

With each heartbeat, his body grew rounder, his usually sleek frame inflating like a balloon. He tried to maintain his usual confident posture, but the sudden weight made him wobble and teeter. His hands pressed against his expanding thighs, and a small, incredulous gasp escaped him. “Not exactly the… strength I had in mind,”

he muttered, a mix of frustration and embarrassed amusement in his voice. Yet despite it all, Shadow’s pride refused to vanish entirely—he puffed up, grumbled, and tried to look as intimidating as possible… though it was hard to be scary when you’re suddenly very, very inflated.