Margaret woke up and her whole view of the world had been changed by the magic. What was down was now up and it took her a few seconds to acclimate herself to her changes.
Margaret screamed the first time when she noticed her body was now perfectly spherical. No matter where she looked she could only see the equator line that was now her waist, the black spandex clothes that she now seemed to sport was perfectly smooth from her waist to her head, the only disturbances where the tips of her fingers seemed to sprout from a depression. As she calmed down she realized her “south pole” was probably similar in regards to her feet.
Margaret screamed the second time when she noticed she wasn’t on her back like she thought, but on her stomach. Normally this wouldn’t be so bad, but when her stomach was pressed against what she thought was the floor and it turned out it was the ceiling quick mental math was done and Margaret realized she was floating. And had in fact floated to the ceiling of her room and was currently bobbing along it.
Margaret screamed the third time when she accidentally passes some rank gas, which served two purposes. The first was to make the room’s stench more unbearable to the human nose, and possibly lethal to a dog’s nose. The second was to make Margaret swell ever so little, but enough for her to notice and feel, with more gas.
Margaret screamed the fourth time when she experimentally farted as long as she could, pushing out as much gas ass he could in a desperate attempt to empty herself out and return to the ground, and failed. Her first lip tremble began when she fell herself swell larger with more farts as a response to her insane, experimental, ass blast.
Margaret screamed the fifth time when she realized that the spell she had spoken should not have had this effect. There was just no way that Elizabeth was into human balloons filled with farts. She had ruined her life; she wouldn’t be able to work like this, she wouldn’t be able to find someone who would want to be with her like this, she wouldn’t be able to do anything for herself ever again, and how would she ever explain this to her parents?
“Margaret? Dear? Are you in here?”
A voice! She wasn’t sure whose voice it was, but right now this person was a savior to Margaret. She wouldn’t end up dying on this ceiling, a floating fart infused skeleton. “I’m in here! In here!” she screamed desperately. Tears flowed form her eyes ass he watched her bedroom door open and reveal…
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