“…Hm.”
It was… obviously a trap, Kamila thought to herself. A wooden table, all set up just… by itself? Free samples sign?
Unlabeled, somehow still frozen milkshakes in the summer sun?
Idly, the kitsune squinted at them. They… probably didn’t respond. Glasses don’t usually do that.
She was almost entirely of the mind to walk away, to leave this weird little display and the frozen treats behind… but, something nagged her. It was hot. It did look tasty. One little sip was definitely not enough to pick up a curse, or activate some weird magic, or get in trouble… so, why not.
There were three, on the table. A ruddy reddish brown one she assumed was some kind of chocolate, an orange and blue one that almost looked gaudy… and the one she actually ended up picking up, pleasantly chilled against her paw, was a bright, vibrant blue.
It smelled sweetly of blueberries and summer, tickling her nose even as the straw so helpfully provided by the table slid in without an ounce of resistance – and the first taste was divine.
Of course it was! How could it not be?
So divine, in fact, that it felt as though the refreshing chill was spreading all through her…
…until, as she sat the mysteriously empty glass back down on the table, bewildered that she’d somehow finished the entire thing, her stomach grumbled.
Her shirt felt tight. Taut. Like a drum pulled thin.
Kamila glanced down, half expecting the weird milkshake to have some something, and immediately watched as her tummy decided the shirt simply wasn’t enough, spilling outwards as her fur began to stain a deep, dark blue.
“I KNEW IT,” Kamila shouted, to nobody in particular. She wobbled a little as her center of gravity was thrown off by the sudden new weight, an intense rushing-of-fluid sound similar to filling a bathtub – it struck so quickly and suddenly that the kitsune almost had no time to react, her whole body bloating outwards like a filling water balloon! Already, her fur was staining blue in large splotches, cheeks growing chubbier with each passing second as she wobbled towards the table – but, unfortunately for Kamila, it… wasn’t enough.
She stumbled slightly, increasingly berry-esque visage making moving more difficult… and, as the smallest of trips stopped her paw for just a moment, she pitched forward.
The table gave up almost instantly – and the milkshakes toppled, falling to the ground just as she did… and a few of both managed to splash directly into her waiting, dazed mouth.
She lay there for a moment, dazed, before, with a sound reminiscent of a kaiju growl, her tummy grumbled.
Oh dear.