Your stomach was feeling a bit funny. Well, funny was a non-descriptive word. Bloated would be a better way to explain it. It was the same sensation you'd get after you ate a full Thanksgiving dinner then stretched. Your moved your hands to your belly and gently patted it.
"What's...Happening?"
"My gift, or so I've been told. Keep still or you'll miss the best part."
You were about to question what she meant when you were suddenly overcome with an even stranger sense in your abdomen. Your stomach was lightly tickling your normally loose shirt. Perplexed, you reached down again only to find your hands met with your shirt far more quickly than usual. Something was out of place.
Holding your breath, you kept absolutely still as Marigold requested, spreading your fingers around your belly. There was slightly more pudge there than there normally was. You knew you hadn't been working out lately, but this felt like a couple of weeks worth of vegging. There was a resistant to your palms, as a growing force lurched them further away from your center. That's when you came to the most immediate conclusion.
"I'm growing!"
"An astute observation, though only the surface. Boreas is the god of the north wind and change. In reality, you're filling up with air."
Marigold snapped her fingers again and you hiccuped a little. As you did, your stomach surged forward about an inch. "Air?"
"Indeed, this is his gift to me and it is mine to give to anyone." She snapped her fingers once more, adding another inch to your waistline. You now looked like a pregnant girl.
You did want any sane person would do in a situation like this. You panicked. "Stop it! Turn me back to normal!"
"As you wish." She snapped again for the last time. In an instant, your belly flattened to its normal size.
You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though you couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed that the sensation had vanished. But you didn't show it and instead grabbed Marigold around the collar. "Don't you ever use that on me again. I mean, who would want to be blown up like a balloon!?"
"Well, the stomach isn't the only thing I can inflate."
Marigold closed her eyes in breathed in deeply. As she did, something moved underneath her sweatshirt. Like with your stomach, you saw Marigold begin to grow only it was her belly. It was her chest!
Her already massive breasts were becoming huge, and the size of basketballs. When she reached an impossible size, she stopped and started handling them. They seemed to bounce unnaturally up and down like they were full of...
"...Air." You mumbled, feeling the temptation to touch them.
"I can create air in any part of the body. I can even cause someone to expand to gigantic sizes, though I've never tried making them larger than a building."
You were speechless. It took several minutes for your mind to register everything that had transpired. But you could only say one thing when you found your tongue again.
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