cauldron bubbled, green fumes curling up toward the rafters as the witch grinned at you. “This one will make us immortal,” she said, her eyes glinting. You hesitated only a moment before lifting the thick, shimmering potion to your lips.

The taste was sweet and bitter all at once, slipping down your throat with a fizzy burn. The witch followed your lead, chugging her share and letting out a satisfied burp. You laughed nervously, not noticing the first subtle changes.

Within minutes, your stomach began to swell, a strange warmth spreading through your body. The potion’s magic wasn’t granting immortality—it was expanding you from the inside out. Your clothes strained, seams stretching as your torso and limbs thickened. The witch doubled over, her own body inflating rapidly, letting out loud, hiccuping burps that smelled faintly of herbs and sugar.

You clutched your belly as it grew round and heavy, the floor beneath your feet seeming too small for the sudden bulk. “I… I think it’s working… differently than expected,” you gasped, wobbling as your arms swelled. The witch laughed between burps, her eyes wide as her own body ballooned, the potion feeding them both endlessly.

By the time the first hour passed, you both had transformed into impossibly large versions of yourselves, groaning as your stomachs rumbled, burps echoing through the cottage. The cauldron continued to bubble, magic dripping into the floor, promising more expansion if you dared take another sip.

“It’s… not immortality,” you managed to say through another belch, “but… maybe… we’re… unstoppable…”

The witch nodded, her grin as wide as her ever-growing frame. “At least… we’ll never be small again!” she hiccuped, and the two of you collapsed onto the now-cramped floor, both burping and groaning, trapped in your oversized, expanding forms.