Corrin drank down the red brew, tasting vaguely of burnt wild berries. He couldn't complain if it helped, though.
It seemly worked, the gurgling of his stomach settling down, his swelling rear stopping in it's tracks, and chestplate, while snug, held on true. He decided to check the tag to see if it had any effects. It seemed this was one of Elise's potions, specifically a healing one. Essentially, the potion was more for mild bruising and cuts, and was supposed to be...poured on? Well, drinking it suddenly seemed like a bad idea. There was a sudden tightness in his chest...And then his chestplate burst off.
Two fleshy orbs were to blame, making quick work of Corrin's undershirt. His new set of moobs sat atop his belly, as it roared back to life. The sudden weight caused Corrin to nearly stumbled right onto his stomach, but he kept up- partly because another wave of fat hit his rump, splitting the tear ever further. His neck gained a layer of blubber, adding a chin to the single one Corrin already had. The base of his arms began to distend, further destroying his already ruined armor, and his cheeks bubbled up in size, restricted his mouth. "Gah!" The prince grunted, as his shirt tore off completely, thanks to his fattened pectorals. His boobs could rival Camilla's at this point, perhaps even past her size, and he wasn't even supposed to have them! He attempted to push them back where they came from, but already knew it was pointless. What could he do though?...There were still more potions left behind.
He had to pick another, and time was running out. His pants tore ever further as he continued to balloon every which way, and wouldn't take much more. Neither could he, really, a little more weight and he'd be on the floor. And once he went down, he doubted he had the strength to get back up.