The great witch of the forest set down the golden lamp on her lowest shelf. She had found the shiny thing right on her porch, much to her pleasure. She knew right away that it would match the rest of her trinkets perfectly. She set her hands on her hips and stepped back with a smirk.
"Yes, yes... that looks quite nice!" She said with a tap to her chin. She turned away and brought her attention to the bubbling elixir in her cauldron. With a knowing smile, she added a few pinches of salt into the cauldron from her messy work table. It puffed softly in a pleasant smelling plume of smoke, which she waved away.
"Ah, it's done! Finally, a potion that will quadruple my magic production! To be able to cast such a vast amount of spells in seconds... marvelous!" She projected excitedly, pouring the potion into a small basin. Just as she was stirring the concoction, her array of musical clocks all sounded at once, notifying her that it was noon.
"Oh, drat! I forgot about the wizarding match!" She grabbed her pointed hat and broom and wiggled her way out of the tiny wooden door, vanishing into the forest with the soft hum of her magic rippling in her wake.
The tiny cottage was silent, save for the muffled bubbling of the glowing blue elixir. However, up on the shelf of trinkets, the lamp began to twist and turn. It glowed brightly for just a moment before a misty figure burst from the nozzle. Once the air cleared, Rhys the griffon genie shook his head out and hovered just above the witches wonderful brew. His eyelids fluttered at the smell of the elixir; it was like freshly baked cookies, and ripe blueberries baked into the liquid.
He giggled to himself and took the basin into his tiny paws. He carried it to the floorboards, which he could escape into should the witch return unexpectedly, and began to drink the potion eagerly.
His ears wiggled and he whisked his tail with the first sip; it tasted just as it smelled! Rhys went for another gulp, and another before his body began to feel warm and tingly. The genie grinned.
What a brilliant idea! Not many creatures would dare trick the great witch of the forest, he rewarded himself proudly with. Now I will be more powerful than I ever have been! I can tease the other genies with so many grand tricks that I've never had the mana for. He went on and on in his head as he drank up the wonderful elixir, awakened by the pleasant buzz that had built up under his fur and feathers. He lifted his head and sighed as he took in this feeling, before he adopted a rather concerned expression. He started to feel quite bloated.
He tried to hoist himself into the air to investigate from a more comfortable position, but he found that his own magic had been dispelled! He tried to flee into his lamp after realizing this, but without his magic at his disposal, the lamp was little more than a shiny shelf-piece stuck to his tail.
The little griffon burped as the bloated feeling grew worse, literally. He looked down and saw that he was truly bloating. His belly filled out in moments like the throat of a bullfrog. The genie squeaked and stretched out his legs, peering down at it as a helpless bystander. He tried to suck in his swelling gut in vain, puffing out his cheeks at the effort before his belly popped right back into place, larger than before.
Rhys tried to jump into the air again, but even with his magic he would be utterly weighed down. His belly was four times normal size at this point and brushing against his legs.
She messed up her own elixir! No, no... the great witch of the forest doesn't mess up anything. It was hexed! He made this realization with wide eyes before whimpering and looking down at his belly, curious when his punishment for his greedy curiosity would end. His belly grew larger and larger, causing the floorboards to creak. Slowly, his feet could no longer touch the ground and waved helplessly in the air.
His fat puff of throat feathers brushed into his face as his neck grew larger. His fat little arms barely had the strength to move anymore, so he stilled them and huffed with defeat through his beak. Thoroughly embarrassed and tired (likely a side effect of the growth potion), the genie sank into his fluffy fats and decided to enjoy the pleasant, magical thrum of his growth. In minutes, he had nearly filled the cabin with his size, his head bumping the ceiling.
He partially closed his eyes and nearly sank into a shameful sleep, before movement from the outside window caught his vision. Uh oh, the witch had returned!
He pinched his eyes shut as the door opened, feeling warmth rise to his cheeks.
"What a naughty little griffon!" Crooned the witch, setting a hand in his puffy feathers. "Thought you could get away with drinking my elixirs?"
Rhys murmured soft apologies under his breath, to which the witch rewarded him with scritches under his blubbery neck.
"I can see your regret, little one. Don't worry, it'll wear off in a few hours or so. I don't suppose you'll entirely mind if I treat myself to a few of your feathers for the real magic-enhancing potion, however." She said as she combed her long fingers through the tufts crowning his cranium.
Rhys shook his tiny head at this request, since he didn't mind at all, and simply leaned into her for more pleasant petting, which she obliged with a soft, friendly chuckle.
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YCH done for  invadertab! Looks like he won't be fitting in that lamp for a while x_x