Laura is in a bit of a bind.  She steals to help provide for her family and she has done very well.  The shrinking potions she uses allows her to get away unnoticed.  But now she needs to go out again after an unsuccessful night and the potions she uses has a warning.  Do not overuse or risk a terrible reaction.  But can she risk making her family wait for food and endure searing pain when all she might have to risk is a possible reaction?  What would the stilly potions cause her to grow or something?  Please.  (This is the voted story for the month and is currently in early access on my Patreon.  The story will come to DA on Sept 23rd.)

             “Ahh, a waitress.” A fat, bald man walked up to her. “Please, miss, can you fetch me some of the wine at the other end of the table for the misses and me?”

             Laura raised an eyebrow. “Is the walk too much for you?”

             “Do you dare talk back to your betters?” He took a deep breath. “Huh. I will forgive this little misgiving if you come to my quarters after hours.” He winked at her.

             Laura winced. “Ugh.” She turned around. “I will get those drinks for you, sir.”

             “Oh, and hurry. I can’t stand this place without some ale in me.” He held his chest and laughed.”

             Laura rolled her eyes as she hurried to the other side of the table. “Creep.”

Once at the other side of the table, she ducked under the white tablecloth. “Ok, I don’t think anyone saw me.” She took a deep breath and threw the bunny ears to the side. “Time to put an end to this charade.” She reached down her pant leg and pulled out the small vial. “Hopefully, nothing too crazy happens, and that warning my father left was just that. A warning.”

             Laura pulled the cork off the bottle and threw it to the side. “I will have to be quick. This place is huge.” She drank the contents of the bottle. “This isn’t like just sneaking out some cheese out of some farmstead.” She set the bottle on the ground. “This is going to be hard. Ughh.”

             She clutched her stomach as searing pain raced through her system. “This never hurt before. Gawh.” She slammed her hand down on the ground as her clothing tightened onto her body. “What is happening?” Laura falls onto her hands and knees. “My skin feels like rubber. Ughh.” She winced as her back pressed against the table above. “Oww.”

             “Oh dear, what in the world was that?”

             “My drink was knocked over. That is what. I want answers now.”

             Laura gulped. “Crap.” She tried to lower herself to the ground, but even pressing her body against the floor didn’t change the fact that she was pushing the table upwards. “What is happening?” She watched as her shoulders slowly expanded outward from the table’s edges. “I’m growing, aren’t I? This isn’t good.”