this was actually an image for a story i wrote to go along with it because i felt writing

it isn't very good but here it is anyways

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Eve's cheeks and ears flushed red in embarrassment as his bare blimp of a body was put on display for a steadily growing crowd at the beach. A sign below him read the small crime he did that earned him this humiliating treat.

Tethered by a thin but strong cord a few feet above the ground, his body bobbed about lazily like a balloon as the fizzing potion inside his belly continued to pump him full of bubbles and air. He was so full that occasionally, the bloated not-so-little thief would hiccup, burp, or fart out excess bubbles before they'd be immediately replenished.

The worst part was that Eve was completely and totally helpless and unable to stop any of this. Barely mobile, bubbles coming out of him every few seconds, and left to be ogled at like an oddity.

"Well well well. Evan really wasn't kidding when he said he put you here." The pastel-haired witch of sweets, Choux, strolled up to the blimp boy. "All blown up, Everett. Quite poetic almost. We catch Evan's potion thief and in the process give him a form to match his fragile ego. Inflated."

Eve let out a few pitiful, bubble-filled hiccups as he pleaded to her. "Please! Deflate -hic!- me! I won't ever -hic!- steal from you -hic- again!"

Choux gave an amused smile, before picking at her nails tediously. "First of all, you're lying. Second of all, no can do. That potion needs to wear off by itself, so you're stuck like that for the next five hours."

His eyes widened in horror. "Five hours!?"

"Yup. Au revoir, I have a bakery to run. Enjoy your just desserts." She turned on her heels and left the puffed-up Eve to his own devices.

The hours passed, getting later and later until at last it was night, when no one was left to watch the human blimp. Eve continuously expelled more bubbles from his system, his body grew smaller and smaller, until at long last he was low enough for his feet to touch the sandy ground.

Eve rubbed his sore yoga-ball-sized belly as he walked home, desperately hoping no one else would see him. Despite the humiliation that the potion brought him, something was still so alluring to him about the full feeling that the potion gave him.

With Eve's undying knack for larceny, it would soon become a curiosity for Choux, Evan, and Poff to discover that their thief would willingly steal the trap potions. They still knew it was him, but the question still remained.
Just what exactly did he want to use them for?

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