The magician looks at you and snickers, imagining something fun. If you could, you would growl at him and attempt to maul that horrible man into oblivion. You struggle against your magical bondage, until suddenly it starts to feel tighter and tighter, constricting you.
"Don't you just want to hurt me?" he asked in a teasing voice, "I did just destroy your life.
Anger fills you. You want nothing more than to break free. You continue to use all your muscles, everything you can to move out of this. Growl's escape your muzzle you growl and roar as much as possible, your muscles burn.
After roughly ten minutes of growling, you seemingly relax. You just can't do it anymore, you're stuck here by an invisible force barrier, best you can do is relax...and even despite this, you have that ridiculous growl on your face. The binds keep your jaws and mouth like that.
The pain from straining your muscles so much seems to vanish, you almost seem to be relaxing as much as you can in that awkward position. The magician still looks at you, as if expecting something to happen. Then, all of a sudden, you hear a weird noise and feel like something poked you in the stomach, like where your belly button is...or was...or would be if Polar bears had one. (Do they?)
"Oh look!" the magician says, poking something, "Your change has begun!"
You try to look down, before the magician conjures some mirrors at various angles in front of you. Your eyes would widen if you could move them. You can see reflected in your stomach, through the mirrors is a nozzle like that of something inflatable.
You start up your struggle again, only you feel fainter...weaker...
"Struggle all you like," the magician said as he snapped his fingers again, "You already used your strength ALL up!"
You find it even harder and harder to move. Struggling as much as you can, you only manage nothing, but surprisingly, you seem to feel bloated. As if you are full of so much Gas you'd physically bloat. Except this is a different kind....You can see in the mirrors that your fur no longer has any texture of fur around your lower half, it actually is pure white...something that also seems a little reflective.
The evil magician snaps as the mirrors merge into a full length one. You see it happen...your entire body bloats up to nearly twice its original size, and all your fur takes on the same texture of the weird material you seem to be out of. In fact, all of a sudden your face is the last thing to bulge, finally taking a proportion more acceptable of your body. That's the weirdest feeling yet.
You feel congested, like you really need to blow your nose or like oyu're holding your breath before finally, your head all bulges out. You keep trying to say something but your mouth is seemingly stuck. You stare in horror through eyes that are now painted onto your head as your mouth seals up, keeping the growl on there. No, this can't possibly be...Your arms suddenly move into a position similar to a stuffed bear, like ou're about to hug...Bear hug. And then you just...stop.
"Well well well..." The magician said, "You had to try and maul me...an inflatable....you had to try and maul me didn't you, bear?" The magician taunted.
You would have moved if you could, or even spoke but you still even feel...airheaded. Like you're becoming an inflatable polar bear in mind as well as body. What can you do now?