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The werewolf lies on the floor for a moment, more stunned then hurt. The silence of the room is broken by a nauseous sounding belch coming from the wolf... then another... and another. As they start to become louder and more frequent, the sound of air filling a balloon is heard. Curious, you look over at him to see his stomach start to expand. Judging by the look of terror on his face, he had just started noticing it too.
"What did you *Urp* do to me?" He cries, his voice unusually high pitched and squeaky
"You've angered me for the last time" The witch spat back, bitterly "I decided to teach you a lesson by... how should I say... helping you lighten up"
The inflating triples in speed as the werewolf tries to desperately continue forcing the gas out. This proves to be useless as he just inflates more then he can force out, and it just degrades into his helium pitch yelps and cries for mercy. Soon, his limbs and face begin to puff up, which begins to take away his ability to move, and heavily slurring his speech. The bloated werewolf slowly begins to rise into the air, making his cries that much more frantic as he first begins to claw at the floor to keep grounded, then trying to swim back down, to finally losing all mobility of his limbs and drifting to the ceiling. The witch snatches the once powerful lycan by his tail just before floating out of reach, ignoring his squeaking whimpers. Tying a rope around his tail, she hands it to you.
"Here. I'm sure you can find a use for him, if you can ignore his whining."
The werewolf wobbles in the air, what was now hit pitiful attempt at biting or scratching at his former boss "You old hag!" He slurred out "I'll kill you! I'll kill both of you!"
"Oh don't worry about the bloated mutt trying anything on you" She began again "He's already spending a lifetime as a blimp; he won't do anything to make it worse... Will you?" The sharp tone of her voice at the end of the sentence causes the werewolf to immediately quiet himself. After another long silence, he finally whimpers "Yes Ma'am..."
The witch pats the werewolf on his gigantic stomach "Good." She looks down to you "Do whatever you want with him. He has a lifetime to think about this punishment, and I know you'll make it entertaining."
You look up at the helium filled lupine, his soft whimpers just making it to your ears. The possibilities with such a creature fill your mind.
Written by Ziggy-Cabbit
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