Witchy karma (COM)
Added 2025-11-10 03:21:13 +0000 UTCSomewhere high above Death City, a bloated, black-and-cream figure drifted helplessly in the sky — Medusa, once a cunning and feared witch, now looked more like a grotesquely round float from a twisted parade. Her limbs had long vanished beneath layers of swollen, squeaky flesh. Her tongue lolled out past her lips, the thick inflation hose still wedged in her mouth, pumping her with an endless torrent of helium that whined and roared like a furnace. Her body ballooned in real-time, each fwooomph sound echoing as her glossy belly throbbed larger, straining her tight suit.
Above her enormous form, Erika reclined with a smug smile, resting on Medusa’s pillowy surface like it were a luxury airbed. “You’re quite comfy as a bloated mess,” she said, patting one of the inflated witch’s cheeks like dough. “Honestly, I could nap here for hours.” Below, Mizune floated with her striped arms crossed, balancing easily on another mound of Medusa’s ballooned Face. “That’s payback for my sister,” she declared with gleeful spite.
Medusa’s thoughts were boiling with rage, muffled growls vibrating deep in her distended throat as her puffy cheeks puffed out further, sinking into the enormous roundness of her face. "So much pressure!" she mentally screamed, glaring as best she could through half-shut eyes. "Once I’m back to normal… I get you bitches back!!"
But for now, she could only float — tethered by string, inflated beyond recognition, a monument of her own arrogance turned into a helium blimp for the amusement of her enemies.
