Yes

Might not have, but thankfully did. Well, as thankfully as Tanya could have felt, considering the wet, cold, and strangely skin-tingling sensation spreading across the seat of her pants.

“Oh, motherfu— Come on!” Swallowing a wave of obscenities and frustration at the creepy shopkeeper, the asshole bus driver, and her stupid self, Tanya took a couple deep breaths to calm down. She had time before the next bus, which was a good thing, because now she needed to go and clean up. Muttering to herself she placed her hands over her rear to cover it as best she could (not thinking about how the bottle seemed to have contained far more liquid than it should have) and made her way down the sidewalk to one of the many coffee shops lining these streets.

Ignoring the greetings from the barista, and the further protests that she would need to buy something if she wanted to use the rest room, Tanya followed the cramped hallway in the back of the store to the single-person women’s restroom, and as she stood there leaning back against the wall she started to feel... strange. The fabric under her hands seemed remarkably dry, actually, even though it’d been minutes since the spill, but her lower half still felt... wet? No, that wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t cold or hot per se, but tingly, like that gel that smelled like cough drops that people used to relax their muscles. She shifted uncomfortably for a few moments longer, before the door finally opened, and Tanya quickly shoved past the woman to get inside and slam the door.

Letting out a deep sigh, Tanya kicked off her shoes and started taking off her pants, with a lot more shimmying and straining than it had taken to put them on that morning. Holding them up to examine the back, Tanya was surprised to see that they looked completely fine: no wet spots, no staining, no trace of the potion other than the cracked glass vial in the back pocket, which Tanya quickly tossed in the garbage with a huff. She was starting to feel relieved when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her lean legs were now tree-trunk thick, and her compact hips now flared out wide, but Tanya only saw the (quite literally) biggest change as she turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder. Her ass had a little bit of meat on it already, but now she had a real badonkadonk jutting out behind her. Her hand shaking, she reached back to feel it; it was real alright, each meaty cheek bouncing as she poked and prodded at it. It didn’t seem like swelling, though, because it didn’t hurt; the only things uncomfortable about it were the sudden shift in weight and the major wedgie she was getting from her blue boyshorts, which had basically turned into a thong bunched up into her crack.

“What. The. Hell...” Tanya said, still slowly feeling herself up. It had to have been that potion. Which was a real potion, apparently! It would have been nice to know before she screwed up with it so bad, but still, learning that magic could exist was something!

Knock knock.

Tanya didn’t have much time to spend on her reverie though, as someone tried the door, sounding impatient.

“J-just a minute!” Tanya said. She grabbed some paper towels and quickly used them to clean off any more of that potion that might have stayed on her skin: she didn’t quite know how to feel about her newly pear-shaped body, but she certainly didn’t need anything growing more down there! She idly noticed that she might have even grown an inch or two as she pulled her jeans back on, or tried to, anyway. The denim was stretched tight before it made it too far past her knees, and trying to **** her pants over the mounds behind her was starting to take a toll on her patience and on the fabrics integrity. The knocking came back, harder and faster this time, and Tanya panicked.

“Hold on, jeez!” She shouted through the door, but she didn’t know what she was supposed to do if she couldn’t get these pants back on!