Belly Inflation

    Hilda sat in a metal folding chair in the corner of Bellatrix's furnished basement, trying her best to ignore her coven's ongoing meeting and get some much needed work done on an important potion for a very powerful and well connected client. But a room full of inflated eighteen to twenty-four year olds was hardly the proper work environment for alchemical research.

Allison started breathing heavily, the pressure sat still within her. Feeling the dense energy that was shifting inside. She held her face in her hands as she sat straight at her bureau. She leaned back trying to take the attention away from the increasing sensation, she rubbed her stomach, sneaking the palm of her right hand under her tight gray hoodie. Eyes closed she just stared at the ceiling wondering out loud. "God, what's wrong with me. I didn't even eat that much."

Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more."  Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles.  She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't.  When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature.  Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.