Lab accident

You and your girlfriend are locked in a playful flirting duel. First to reach 50 arousal points loses! Choose your attack: (set: $playerAttacks to (a: "Wink playfully", "Compliment her beauty", "Tease her lovingly")) (set: $girlfriendAttack1 to "She winks at you seductively.") (set: $girlfriendAttack2 to "She leans in close, whispering in your ear.") (set: $girlfriendAttack3 to "She gives you a teasing smirk and flexes her biceps.") (set: $girlfriendDamage1 to (random: 5, 5)) (set: $girlfriendDamage2 to (random: 5, 10)) (set: $girlfriendDamage3 to (random: 7, 12)) [[Wink playfully->PlayerAttack1]] [[Compliment her beauty->PlayerAttack2]] [[Tease her lovingly->PlayerAttack3]]

(set: _damage to (random: 5, 10)) (set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage) You use Wink playfully! It raises her arousal by _damage points. Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points. (if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")] (else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]]

(set: _damage to (random: 8, 12)) (set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage) You use Compliment her beauty! It raises her arousal by _damage points. Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points. (if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")] (else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]]

(set: _damage to (random: 6, 10)) (set: $girlfriendArousal to $girlfriendArousal + _damage) You use Tease her lovingly! It raises her arousal by _damage points. Her total arausal is (print: $girlfriendArousal) points. (if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")] (else:)[[Her turn->GirlfriendTurn]]

(set: $attackChoice to (random: 1, 3))   (if: $attackChoice is 1)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack1)(set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage1) (set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage1)](else-if: $attackChoice is 2)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack2) (set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage2)(set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage2)](else:)[(set: $girlfriendAttack to $girlfriendAttack3) (set: $damageDealt to $girlfriendDamage3)(set: $playerArousal to $playerArousal + $girlfriendDamage3)] You feel your face heat up as "$girlfriendAttack" The attack increases your arousal by ($damageDealt) points, bringing your total to (print:$playerArousal). (if: $playerArousal >= 50)[(redirect:"GameOver")] [[Wink playfully->PlayerAttack1]] [[Compliment her beauty->PlayerAttack2]] [[Tease her lovingly->PlayerAttack3]]

(if: $playerArousal >= 50)[You lose! You couldn't keep your composure. Try again? [[Restart->Test]]] (if: $girlfriendArousal >= 50)[You win! She's blushing furiously. Try again? [[Restart->Test]]]

(set: $playerArousal to 0) (set: $girlfriendArousal to 0) (set: $gameOver to false) (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")[[Start foreplay->CombatStart]]

You arrive at your workplace (lab) early, often before the rest of the team, using the quiet hours to organize your day. Your first task is to review the status reports from the overnight automated systems monitoring the experimental gene-altering serum. As the lab starts filling with the buzz of your team, you take a moment to prepare your notes for the morning meeting, where key results and challenges will be discussed. During the afternoon you oversee the handling of experimental samples, ensuring the protocols for safety and accuracy are strictly adhered to. The serum, a marvel of bioengineering, requires meticulous preparation for each stage of testing. Today, it’s being tested on tissue cultures to study its effects on cellular regeneration. The later part of the day is often filled with discussions. Some are formal, like progress reviews with senior stakeholders, while others are brainstorming sessions with colleagues. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Well that's at least how most of the week goes by....->LA intro 1]]

Conversation battle with yandere to convince her to set me free, the outcome affects the endings Linear story with different dialoge choices which influence her personality and growth giving her to much information -> clingy yandere -> ext. obsessive talking too much about girlfriend ->jealous -> ext. delusional expressing concern and being pessimistic ->overprotective -> ext. controlling Idea - hyperlink to show art of jenna with her growth as well as description of her height and looks - try making something akin to a light version of summer growth game Idea- unique yandere goddess ending if, all 6 stats are balanced (jelaousy, clingy, protective) and (height, muscle, curves) Detach looks from personality, and use personality to formulate endings, otherwise the game will become too large.

Fridays, well..... Fridays are a little bit different. The company where you work usually sends interns and trainees to your lab at the end of the week, allowing them an opportunity to get to see state of the art research first hand. Among them, one stands out: a lively and communicative young woman named [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]. She’s incredibly curious and hard working. Whether it’s double-checking equipment settings, providing thoughtful insights, or even bringing you a much-needed coffee after a long experiment, she consistently proves to be an asset, which is why you asked your supervisor for her to become your assistant once she concludes her internship. You’ve also noticed she tends to gravitate toward you more than others, eagerly seeking your opinion on her ideas or asking for guidance. While her enthusiasm could be interpreted as clingy, you view it as a reflection of her energetic and earnest nature. She’s passionate about science and seems genuinely invested. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You plan to tell Jenna about her new job tomorrow, when you meet her in the lab.->LA intro 2]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] arrives at your office, the automated door sliding open softly. Her energetic presence lights up the room as usual, her bright eyes scanning for you almost instinctively. (text-colour:magenta)[“Good morning!”] she chirps, bounding over to her workstation. (text-colour:magenta)[“Everything’s ready for the tests today. I triple-checked the equipment. Oh! And I had an idea about optimizing the cooling system—just a thought, though!”] (text-colour:blue)[“Morning, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]. Thanks for taking care of everything. By the way…” ] Her head tilts slightly, and she perks up, clearly eager to hear whatever you’re about to say. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“If you're available, I would like to grab a coffe with you during the break later?”->LA intro 3]]

For a moment, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] freezes. Her wide eyes blink as if processing your words. Then, her cheeks flush a deep pink, and she grips the edge of the nearest counter, her knuckles whitening. Her breath hitches audibly before she manages to respond.] (text-colour:magenta)[“C-Coffee? With you? Like, just the two of us? Today?”] (text-colour:blue)["Yes."] - you nod, slightly amused by her reaction. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, wow! Yeah, yes, absolutely, totally! Coffee! I mean, I drink coffee! Well, not always, but when I do, it’s—oh —this is great!”] - She clasps her hands together, glancing around as though trying to ground herself. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’ll clear my schedule! Not that I have a schedule! Well, I do, but that doesn't matter! What time? Where?”] (text-colour:blue)[“Take it easy, Jenna. It’s just a coffee. Let’s plan for around noon, okay?”] She nods so fervently you’re almost worried she might hurt herself. (text-colour:magenta)[“Noon. Got it. I’ll be there. Early! Not too early, though. Just…on time. Perfectly on time.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[At noon....->LA intro 4]]

It’s nearing noon, and you make your way to the breakroom, carrying two mugs of freshly brewed coffee. [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] is already there, seated at the corner table closest to the window. She’s arrived early. Too early, perhaps, as evidenced by the half-empty glass of water and the nervous tapping of her fingers on the table. When she spots you entering, her entire demeanor brightens, and she sits up straighter, a radiant smile spreading across her face. (text-colour:magenta)[“You made it!”] (text-colour:blue)[“Of course, I did. I said noon, didn’t I?”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Yeah, I just thought…maybe you’d get caught up with work or something. But you didn’t! That’s…great! I mean good!”] (text-colour:blue)[“So, how are you finding the internship? Any new thoughts on the work we’ve been doing?”] She blinks rapidly, as if snapping out of a daze, before nodding enthusiastically: (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, absolutely! It’s been incredible. Honestly, I’ve learned so much—mostly from you. I mean, you’re just so good at explaining things, and you’re so patient, and…”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She trails off briefly in her chatter...->LA intro 5]]

Then, with a hint ov nervousnesses and shyness she gives you a meaningful stare: (text-colour:magenta)[“Uh, what about you? Are you…enjoying working with me?”] The question catches you slightly off guard. There’s a vulnerable edge to her voice, as if your answer carries more weight than you’d expect. (text-colour:blue)[“Of course, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]. You’ve been a huge help. I wouldn’t have asked for you to join full-time if I didn’t think so.”] Her eyes widen, and she freezes, coffee mug halfway to her lips. (text-colour:magenta)[“W-Wait. Did you say…full-time?”] You nod, smiling slightly at her disbelief: (text-colour:blue)[“Yeah. You’ve earned it, Jenna.”] For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression a mix of shock and elation. Then, she suddenly sets the mug down and clasps her hands together, her voice trembling with excitement. (text-colour:magenta)[“I—I don’t even know what to say. Thank you! This is…amazing! I promise I’ll work harder than ever! You won’t regret this, I swear!”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her enthusiasm is endearing, but as she leans forward slightly, you can’t help but notice a flicker of something deeper, more personal.->LA intro 6]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] quickly settled into her new role as your full-time assistant, her enthusiasm evident in every task she tackled. Over the next few days, she became familiar with the job’s routines, adjusting to the fast-paced lab environment and the expectations of her position. She navigated the new office space with ease, introducing herself to colleagues and establishing her presence as a valuable addition to the team. While nothing particularly notable occurred during this time, her diligent efforts and growing confidence hinted at her determination to succeed in her role. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[One day, while working together in the lab->Type]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] was flipping through a stack of notes, her tone light but probing. (text-colour:magenta)[“Did you notice how strict Sheila is with Dr. Carter? She’s always got that no-nonsense attitude, even with her husband.”] She let out a soft laugh, glancing at you. (text-colour:magenta)[“It’s funny to think about how someone like him ended up with her. I mean, you’ve worked with Dr. Carter for a while—you must know what is going on there?”] You nodded, chuckling. (text-colour:blue)[“Oh, absolutely. He’s always had a thing for women who keep him in line. Kind of like how Stevens always goes for the quiet, bookish ones, or how Alice somehow always ends up dating the adventurous types.”] [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] smiled thoughtfully, the rhythm of her flipping notes slowing. (text-colour:magenta)[“Interesting… I guess everyone has their type.”] She paused, her tone softening as if testing the waters. (text-colour:magenta)[“What about you? What would be your type?”] She kept her eyes down on her notes, feigning nonchalance, though the slight tapping of her pen on the table betrayed her anticipation. (set:$clingy to 0)(set:$jealous to 0)(set: $protective to 0) (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“I guess I like someone who’s really affectionate and loving.”->Clingy]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Someone fun and playful, like my girlfriend. She keeps me on my toes.”->Jealous]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“I’d say someone dependable, someone I can count on no matter what.”->Protective]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]]’s eyes light up, and she nods enthusiastically. (text-colour:magenta)[“That’s such a great answer! I think it’s really important to be there for someone you care about.”] (set:$clingy to $clingy+1) She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. (text-colour:magenta)[“Like… someone who always checks in to make sure you’re okay or helps you when you’re feeling stressed. That kind of dependability is rare, don’t you think?”] You nod, agreeing. (text-colour:blue)[“It’s definitely something I appreciate. It makes everything feel more stable.”] [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]’s smile widens, and she leans in slightly, her voice softening. (text-colour:magenta)[“It must be really nice to have someone like that. I think... if you found someone like that, they’d be lucky to have you too.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day....->Preference]]

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[[Jenna->Jenna initial]]s expression falters for a moment before she recovers, forcing a smile. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, that’s nice… she must be really special.”] (set:$jealous to $jealous+1) She shifts her gaze to the table, fiddling with a pen. (text-colour:magenta)[“So, uh, how long have you two been together?”] (text-colour:blue)[“A while now,”] you reply, noting the stiffness in her tone.(text-colour:blue)[ “She’s great, really makes every day like an adventure.”] [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] nods, her movements stiff and deliberate as she focuses on her work. (text-colour:magenta)[“It’s good to have someone who can keep things lively. I bet she must be really… fun to be around.”] Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and she quickly changes the subject. (text-colour:magenta)[“Anyway, should I log this data, or would you prefer if I double-check it first?”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day....->Preference]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]]’s lips curve into a subtle smile, her tone softening. (text-colour:magenta)[“That’s... an admirable trait. It’s nice to know you value that kind of loyalty.”] (set: $protective to $protective+1) She glances at you, her gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. (text-colour:magenta)[“Someone like that would make you feel safe, right? Like you wouldn’t have to worry because they’d take care of everything.”] (text-colour:blue)[“Exactly,”] you say. (text-colour:blue)[“It’s reassuring knowing someone like that has your back.”] Her smile deepens, and she tilts her head slightly. (text-colour:magenta)[“I think it’s a good balance. You take care of them in your own way, and they take care of you. It’s... a nice dynamic.”] There’s a brief pause before she adds, almost to herself, (text-colour:magenta)[“It’s rare to find someone who really values that kind of connection.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day....->Preference]]

There wasn’t much to do. The lab was quiet, with tests running their cycles and no pressing meetings or brainstorming sessions on the agenda. It was one of those rare, uneventful days where time seemed to stretch endlessly. (set:$tall to 0)(set:$muscle to 0)(set:$curvy to 0) Leaning back in your chair, you sighed, letting the monotony settle in. After a moment, you pulled out your phone and decided to pass the time scrolling through Inagram, searching for something—anything—to break the dullness. (set:$tall1 to false)(set:$muscle1 to false)(set:$curvy1 to false) What will you browse? (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Tall statuesque women->Tall]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Female cross-fit athletes->Muscle]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Curvy alluring women->Curvy]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] storms into your office with her usual energy, the door swinging open abruptly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Hey! They need you in the lab to look at something—like, now!”] she says, her voice a mix of urgency and enthusiasm. A little startled by her sudden entrance, you fumble slightly with your phone before setting it down on the desk. Rising from your chair, you nod and rush past her toward the lab, her hurried demeanor rubbing off on you. In your haste, you leave the phone screen unlocked, the display still showing the images you’d been scrolling through on Inagram. (set:$tall to $tall +1) As you disappear into the hallway, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] lingers for a moment at your office door. Her eyes dart to your phone, curiosity sparking instantly. She leans slightly closer, catching a glimpse of the images. A sly smirk forms on her lips as she straightens up, her expression brimming with intrigue. (set:$tall1 to true) (text-colour:magenta)[“Interesting… So, you like them tall, huh?”] she murmurs to herself, her tone playful but tinged with curiosity. With that, she follows you toward the lab, her thoughts clearly racing with a new idea. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The next day...->heels in lab]]

You step into your office, already organizing your thoughts for the day, only to stop short as you notice [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] standing by your desk. There’s something different about her posture—she seems… taller. As you approach, she turns, her smile mischievous. (text-colour:magenta)[“Good morning! Notice anything… different?”] she asks, taking a deliberate step closer, her new height bringing her almost eye to eye with you. At first, you’re taken aback, momentarily adjusting to the change. (text-colour:blue)[“You’re… uh—”] Then your eyes drop to her feet, catching sight of a pair of sleek high heels. (text-colour:blue)[“Wait, those are heels! [[Jenna->Jenna initial]], those are forbidden in the lab. What if you trip and cause an accident?”] She pouts slightly but doesn’t back off, clearly enjoying the moment. (text-colour:magenta)[“Aw, come on! Don’t you think they suit me, though? I figured a little change might be fun.”] You sigh but can’t help the small smile that escapes. (text-colour:blue)[“Okay, fine. They do suit you, but don’t wear them at work again, alright?”] Her grin widens, and she leans in just a bit closer. (text-colour:magenta)[“Noted. But I’m glad you like them.”] She leaves, the click of her heels echoing, her energy practically radiating smug satisfaction as she confirmed her suspicion. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later that day->Lab accident]]

You spot [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] trudging into the lab, her usual pep noticeably dulled. Her movements are slower, and she lets out a small groan as she adjusts her seat at the desk. Concerned, you approach. (text-colour:blue)[“You okay, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]? You’re not usually this… sluggish.”] She sighs dramatically, resting her head on the desk for a moment before looking up at you. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’m sore from all the exercise. I’m trying to make some progress at the gym, but it’s harder than I thought.”] You raise an eyebrow. (text-colour:blue)[“Fitness progress? That’s great! You should keep at it—you’ve got the determination for it.”] She brightens slightly at your encouragement. (text-colour:magenta)[“You really think so? Thanks. I guess it’s worth the pain, then.”] You nod, offering her a reassuring smile. (text-colour:blue)[“It will definitely be worth it.. Keep it up!”] Her cheeks tint pink as she sits up straighter, her usual energy slowly returning. (text-colour:magenta)[“I will. Thanks.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The following day->Lab accident]]

Throughout the day, you can’t help but notice [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] snacking—constantly. Whether it’s crackers, fruit, or an actual sandwich, she seems to be eating every time you look her way. Finally, as the day winds down, your curiosity gets the better of you. (text-colour:blue)[“[[Jenna->Jenna initial]], is this a new habit, or is there something going on? You’ve been eating all day.”] She laughs nervously, setting down an apple she’d just taken a bite from. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, yeah, sorry if it’s distracting. I just… I’ve always been thin, you know? I thought it might be good for me to gain a little weight. It’s healthier, right?”] You nod thoughtfully. (text-colour:blue)[“It’s definitely healthier if you’re doing it the right way. And honestly? It might look good on you.”] Her eyes light up, and she takes another bite of her apple, her grin widening. (text-colour:magenta)[“You really think so? Well, I guess I’ll keep it up, then!”] You chuckle, shaking your head as she resumes her snacking with renewed vigor. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The following day->Lab accident]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] storms into your office with her usual energy, the door swinging open abruptly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Hey! They need you in the lab to look at something—like, now!”] she says, her voice a mix of urgency and enthusiasm. A little startled by her sudden entrance, you fumble slightly with your phone before setting it down on the desk. Rising from your chair, you nod and rush past her toward the lab, her hurried demeanor rubbing off on you. In your haste, you leave the phone screen unlocked, the display still showing the images you’d been scrolling through on Inagram. (set:$muscle to $muscle +1) As you disappear into the hallway, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] lingers for a moment at your office door. Her eyes dart to your phone, curiosity sparking instantly. She leans slightly closer, catching a glimpse of the images. A sly smirk forms on her lips as she straightens up, her expression brimming with intrigue. (set:$muscle1 to true) (text-colour:magenta)[“Hmm… Muscles, huh? Didn’t take you for that type,”] she murmurs to herself, her tone playful but tinged with curiosity. With that, she follows you toward the lab, her thoughts indicating newfound determination. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The following morning at work->fitness journey]]

[[Jenna->Jenna initial]] storms into your office with her usual energy, the door swinging open abruptly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Hey! They need you in the lab to look at something—like, now!”] she says, her voice a mix of urgency and enthusiasm. A little startled by her sudden entrance, you fumble slightly with your phone before setting it down on the desk. Rising from your chair, you nod and rush past her toward the lab, her hurried demeanor rubbing off on you. In your haste, you leave the phone screen unlocked, the display still showing the images you’d been scrolling through on Inagram. (set:$curvy to $curvy +1) As you disappear into the hallway, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] lingers for a moment at your office door. Her eyes dart to your phone, curiosity sparking instantly. She leans slightly closer, catching a glimpse of the images. A sly smirk forms on her lips as she straightens up, her expression brimming with intrigue. (set:$curvy1 to true) (text-colour:magenta)[“Ah, curves… Makes sense,”] she murmurs to herself, her tone playful but tinged with determination. With that, she follows you toward the lab, her face expression indicating she's planning something. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Tomorrow at work...->Feeding frenzy]]

The lab was eerily quiet, the hum of equipment the only sound as [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] worked at her station. Her focus wavered for a moment, and her hand grazed a vial of serum, sending it tumbling to the floor. The glass shattered into a dozen pieces, the faint glow of the serum pooling on the tiles. She froze, glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one had witnessed the accident. Quickly, she grabbed a pair of gloves and paper towels, crouching down to clean up the mess. In her haste, a shard of glass sliced through her glove, nicking the skin of her finger. (text-colour:magenta)[“Damn it,”] she muttered, pulling her hand back instinctively. A small drop of serum found it's way into the wound, which she didn't notice, continuing the cleanup. Once satisfied, she disposed of the evidence and took a steadying breath. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’m fine,”] she whispered to herself, trying to push down the unease bubbling in her chest. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[After she calmed down, she exited the lab ->Lab accident 1]]

Shortly after the incident, she approached your office, her expression tense. (text-colour:magenta)[“Can we talk in private for a moment?”] she asked, her voice unusually quiet. You nodded, standing and leading her to a small side room. As soon as the door shut, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]’s words came tumbling out. (text-colour:magenta)[“I, uh… I might’ve had a small accident in the lab earlier. I was cleaning up a broken vial, and I… I think I nicked myself. But it’s fine!”] She held up her hand, revealing a hastily bandaged finger. Your eyes widened as you registered the situation. You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling sharply before muttering a resigned curse under your breath. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Ah, crap.”->Lab accident 2]]

Her face paled. (text-colour:magenta)[“Why are you reacting like that? What’s the big deal?”] You pointed to her hand. (text-colour:blue)[“Because that serum is designed to interact with human DNA. Even the smallest amount getting into your bloodstream… it could trigger changes. We’re talking about enhanced strength, growth, resilience—anything. It’s experimental, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]. We don’t know how it will affect you.”] Her eyes darted to her bandaged finger, a flicker of worry crossing her face. (text-colour:magenta)[“But I feel fine. Should I… should I go to the hospital?”] You shook your head. (text-colour:blue)[“No, it’s okay. We’ll keep this between us for now, but you need to monitor yourself carefully. Any unusual changes, no matter how small, let me know immediately.”] She nodded hesitantly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Alright… I will. I promise.”] You sighed, running a hand through your hair. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Take tomorrow off. Rest. And… don’t try to brush this off. If something feels wrong, call me.”->Lab accident 3]]

You step into your office, already running through the mental checklist for the day. But then you stop. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is sitting comfortably in your chair, legs crossed, a smug little smile playing on her lips as she watches you enter. (text-colour:magenta)[“Morning, boss.”] You raise an eyebrow. (text-colour:blue)[“My chair comfortable?”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Very,”] she hums, stretching her arms over her head lazily before standing up. And that’s when reality slaps you across the face. You blink. Once. Twice. The top of her head—no, no, that’s ''too high''—her eyes—they are higher than usual? “What—” The words don’t come out right. Instinctively, your eyes shoot to her feet. ''Heels?'' Your stomach does a weird flip. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Jenna, I told you not to wear heels in the lab.”->Taller 1]]

Throughout the following day, you found yourself checking in on [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] more than once, your concern lingering despite her reassurances. Each time, she answered quickly, her voice light and cheerful. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’m fine, really! You don’t have to keep worrying about me,”] she said during your second call, a small, almost amused laugh in her tone. (text-colour:magenta)[“It’s kind of cute, though.”] You frowned slightly but let it slide. “(text-colour:blue)[Just making sure. If anything feels off, you’ll tell me, right?”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Of course, of course,”] she replied quickly. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”] Yet, despite her breezy attitude, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]] wasn’t being entirely honest. Something was happening—something subtle but unmistakable. A small, knowing smile played at her lips, feeling a quiet thrill at the changes. This was going to be fun, for her. (link:"And the best part? You had no idea yet.")[(if:$tall>0)[(go-to:"Taller")](else-if:$muscle>0)[(go-to:"Stronger")](else:)(go-to:"Curvier")]

Walking into your office, you immediately stop in your tracks. Something feels… off. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] sits casually at your desk, arms folded, a smirk tugging at her lips. There’s an unmistakable energy radiating from her, like she’s waiting for you to notice something. And you do. Her arms, resting on the desk, look ''firmer''—her shoulders subtly'' broader'', her shirt sleeves slightly ''tighter'' around her biceps. At first, you think it’s just a trick of the light, but the more you look, the more obvious it becomes. Before you can say anything, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s smirk widens. (text-colour:magenta)[“Sooo… notice anything different about me today?”] She straightens up in her chair, rolling her shoulders back deliberately, making her upper body look even more ''defined'' in motion. Then, just as you open your mouth to respond, she suddenly throws her arms up and flexes dramatically, striking a ridiculous but undeniably impressive double biceps pose. (text-colour:magenta)[“TADAAA! Welcome to the gun show, boss!”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your brain stalls for a second.->Stronger 1]]

As you step into your office, you barely have time to register Jenna already inside, standing with her hands on her hips, her lips curled in a playful smirk. Something feels… different. But before you can pinpoint it, she lets out a dramatic sigh. (text-colour:magenta)[“Ugh, finally! Boss, we have a serious problem.”] You glance at her, confused. (text-colour:blue)["What… problem?"] She steps closer, tugging at the buttons of her lab coat, drawing your eyes downward before you can stop yourself. The fabric strains against her chest, her boobs way more pronounced than you remember. (text-colour:magenta)[“You see this?! This coat fit me perfectly yesterday. But today?”] With a playful wiggle of her, now wider hips, she gives the coat a slight tug, and—pop! (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[One of the buttons flies off, bouncing onto your desk.->Curvier 1]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“I know!”] she grins, stepping forward, spreading her arms out dramatically. (text-colour:magenta)[“Tadaa~! Hope you like the surprise!”] Your mouth opens, closes, then opens again. Your brain is stuck between trying to process reality and desperately resisting the urge to scan her up and down. But you fail miserably. ''She is taller.'' Noticeably so. Her legs look ''longer'', her posture naturally more ''confident'', her waist still trim but her proportions somehow even more ''striking''. Standing this close, her presence feels... different. (text-colour:blue)[“You—”] You exhale sharply, running a hand through your hair. (text-colour:blue)[“You grew ''taller''!”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Mhm! ''Ten whole centimeters''. That puts me at a perfect ''170 cm (5'6)'' now,”] she declares, shifting her weight to one hip, watching your reaction like she’s enjoying a private joke. You rub your temples, trying to look exasperated instead of very visibly intrigued. She giggles, stepping even closer, making her new height more apparent. (text-colour:magenta)[“You’re staring,”] she teases, leaning in slightly, voice dipping playfully. (text-colour:magenta)[“Do you like it?”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Wait, wait, wait, what?”->Taller 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“C’mon, don’t just stand there looking dumbfounded,”] she teases, casually tightening her flex, making her biceps peak slightly higher. You rub your forhead, exhaling. (text-colour:blue)[“[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]… what on earth happened?”] She grins wider, clearly thrilled by your reaction. (text-colour:magenta)[“So, funny thing—this didn’t just happen overnight. It started yesterday. I got bored at home and decided to rearrange some furniture. Once I started pushing the heavy sofa...”] She gestures at her entire body, as if that explains everything. (text-colour:magenta)[“I felt this weird tightening sensation all over—like a deep warmth, but… stronger. My arms got all warm and tingly, and suddenly, I felt way more solid. My clothes even felt snug for a second.”] She leans in slightly, her voice dropping conspiratorially. (text-colour:magenta)[“And the best part? When I pushed the sofa again, it slid like a piece of cardboard. I barely even tried!”] To demonstrate, she flexes again, this time subtler, letting the light highlight the gentle curves of her new definition. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“So enhanced strength and muscles. You should have reported this!”->Stronger 2]]

You blink, trying to process the very obvious changes in front of you. “(text-colour:blue)[[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]… what in the world happened?”] She shrugs, shifting her weight slightly, which only makes her new curvier form even more obvious. (text-colour:magenta)[“I was just home yesterday, had some lunch, sat down for a bit, and then—bam! Clothes started feeling tight. I thought my pants were gonna split!”] She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. (text-colour:magenta)[“But, honestly? It felt kinda nice, like my body was just... filling out on its own. I might’ve even enjoyed it a little.”] You drag a hand down your face, exhaling. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“That serum really is something else… I hope this is the last of it. Otherwise, we’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”->Curvier 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“And then I stretched—that’s when I noticed it. I swear, it felt amazing, like my whole body was unfolding—like I had always been this tall, and my body was just correcting a mistake.”] You rub your temples. It’s a miracle she wasn’t more freaked out by the experience. (text-colour:blue)[“I hope this was a one-time thing,”] you mutter.(text-colour:blue)[ “Otherwise, we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] just hums in amusement, rocking back and forth, clearly enjoying the way you keep stealing glances at her new height. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, don’t worry~”] she hums while turning slightly, giving you a chance to take it all in again. Longer legs. Subtly more commanding posture. A new elegance in the way she moves. You snap your gaze back up to her face, determined to focus. (text-colour:blue)[“I mean it this time,”] you press, crossing your arms. (text-colour:blue)[“If anything changes again—**anything—**you have to tell me immediately.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] tilts her head, feigning deep thought before flashing a toothy grin. (text-colour:magenta)[“Fiine. I promise,”] she says, holding up two fingers in a mock scout’s pledge. (text-colour:magenta)[“Buuut... you might not want to start getting used to this view, just in case I grow more.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You groan, rubbing your temples. This is going to be a long day.->Taller 4]]

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Just as you were about to respond Jenna interrupts you— (text-colour:magenta)[“Of course you do!”] she cuts in with a triumphant grin, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, a move that now seems way too confident for someone who just had a genetic anomaly happen overnight. You let out an exasperated breath, pinching the bridge of your nose before shaking your head. (text-colour:blue)[“What in the world happened?”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] shrugs, arms still outstretched in a dramatic display of her new height. (text-colour:magenta)[“You tell me—you're the lead scientist here.”] You cross your arms, unconvinced. (text-colour:magenta)[“Alright, alright,”] she huffs, finally dropping her arms, though the smug glint in her eyes remains. (text-colour:magenta)[“It happened last night. I was just lying in bed, scrolling on my phone, when suddenly a weird warmth spread through my whole body. Then my joints started tingling—not painful, just... odd.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She taps her fingers against her hips, as if recalling the sensation.->Taller 3]]

Despite everything, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] doesn’t seem the least bit concerned—in fact, she’s adjusting alarmingly well. One noticeable perk? The top shelves are no longer an obstacle. At one point, she effortlessly reaches for a reagent bottle for which she would typically have to grab a step stool, pausing just long enough to throw you a triumphant look. You roll your eyes. This is going to be insufferable. But not as insufferable as— CRASH! [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] freezes, staring down at the scattered glass vials she just knocked over. Her eyes slowly shift to you, a shy smile creeping onto her face. (text-colour:magenta)[“Okay. Maybe my new reach has a learning curve.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You sigh. A long, long learning curve.->New normal]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“Oh, come on, relax! I feel amazing! Strong, energized—”] You give her a look. She sighs dramatically. (text-colour:magenta)[“Fiiine. I'm sorry. If I start tossing cars next time around, I’ll let you know.”] Just to be safe, you pull open your cabinet and grab a larger lab coat, tossing it to her. She pouts but slips it on, drowning in the extra fabric. (text-colour:magenta)[“Ugh, now I just look baggy.”] (text-colour:blue)[“Yeah, well, that's better than people asking why you suddenly look like you’ve been training for cross-fit games.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She mutters something under her breath but doesn’t argue.->Stronger 3]]

The day goes by relatively normally—except for the fact that everyone notices something off about [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]. The perk of her new strength? She effortlessly moved a heavy crate of lab supplies, a task that she usually asks someone else to do. As she does so, she shoots you a knowing look with a slight triumphant smirk. All was good untill she forgot her own strength when tightening a valve. CRACK! The poor thing snaps right off in her hands. She freezes, staring at the broken piece before glancing at you. (text-colour:magenta)[“Uh… okay, in my defense, that thing was probably faulty.”] You cross your arms. (text-colour:magenta)[“…Okay, maybe not.”] She laughs nervously and quickly gets to repairing it. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You sigh. This was going to be a long week.->New normal]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] winks. (text-colour:magenta)[“What, don’t tell me you’re complaining?”] You narrow your eyes at her and sigh.(text-colour:blue)[ “Promise me you’ll report any more changes immediately.”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Yeah, yeah, fine.”] she waves you off before grinning. You grab a spare lab coat from the closet, handing it to her.(text-colour:blue)[ “Here. Wear something looser, at least while we’re working.”] She pouts but reluctantly takes it, rolling her eyes. (text-colour:magenta)[“Fiiine.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You both continue on with your workday->Curvier 3]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s new figure quickly proves to be less of a workplace advantage and more of a full-on distraction. At first, you try to focus on your work, but every time she moves, something bounces, sways, or shifts in a way that is way too noticeable. Whether it’s the way her hips roll as she walks or the way her chest presses slightly against the counter when she leans over to check something, it’s clear she’s fully aware of the effect it has on you. And she’s enjoying it. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oops~”] she hums innocently after “accidentally” pressing up beside you to check some test results, her soft boobs brushing against your arm. You rub your temple. Yeah, right. It only gets worse when she starts stretching at her desk, her back arched, chest pushed forward, hips subtly swaying as she “loosens up.” (text-colour:magenta)[“Ahhh, gotta keep my circulation moving, right?”] she smirks, throwing you a glance over her shoulder. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You don’t answer, focusing very hard on your screen. She’s definitely doing this on purpose.->Curvier 4]]

Of course, it was only a matter of time before her antics caught up to her. While reorganizing some files on a low shelf, she bends down slowly, her butt subtly shifting. You glance up just in time to see her throw a playful look over her shoulder—right before you hear it. ''Rrrrriiiiiip!'' [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] freezes. A horrified silence fills the lab. You blink. She blinks. (text-colour:magenta)[“……..Did. That. Just. Happen.”] You stare at the very obvious tear running along her tightly stretched pants, a mix of secondhand embarrassment and deep amusement threatening to surface. (text-colour:magenta)[“Don’t. Say. A. Word.”] she hisses, her face bright red. You press your lips together, but your shoulders shake. (text-colour:magenta)[“You’re laughing—I can hear it!”] You cough, barely holding it together. (text-colour:blue)[“I didn’t say a word.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] groans, grabbing a lab coat to wrap around herself before storming out. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Well, that’s what she gets for showing off.->New normal]]

The days passed, and it soon became clear that the serum had run its course. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s changes had settled, and there were no further signs of growth. What had initially been a whirlwind of unexpected developments soon mellowed into routine, and both of you began to adjust to her new reality. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]], of course, still enjoyed subtly reminding you of her transformation—whether it was stretching just a little longer than necessary, posing absentmindedly when she thought you were watching, or standing just a bit too close whenever she got the chance. But, for the most part, things returned to a more stable, comfortable normal. Still, the entire event left you wondering—if such a small dose of the serum had this effect, what could have happened if she had been exposed to more? Would her changes have been more drastic? Would they have stopped at all? It was a dangerous thought, one you quickly pushed aside. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[At least, that’s what you told yourself.->Invitation]]

Later on, you found yourself alone in the lab, finishing up reports after another long day. The building was quiet, most of the staff having already left for the night. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms as you prepared to shut everything down for the evening— Then the door swung open. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh! You’re still here too? Guess we’re both a little overworked.”] You looked up to find [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]], standing in the doorway with her usual bright energy, her green eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lab’s monitor lights. She smiled, stepping into the room and stretching her arms above her head. (text-colour:magenta)[“Wanna grab something to eat before heading home?”] It seemed casual enough—but there was something hopeful in her tone. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Well, I can’t let my hardworking assistant starve.”->Clingy 1]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“I appreciate the offer, but I promised my girlfriend I’d spend time with her.”->Jealous 1]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“Honestly, I could use a break. It’s been a really rough week.”->Protective 1]]

The moment you agree to go out for food, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s face completely lights up. It’s like she just won the lottery. (set:$clingy to $clingy+1) (text-colour:magenta)[“Really?! Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d actually say yes that fast!”] she exclaims, hands clasped together in excitement. Then, as if catching herself, she quickly clears her throat, trying to play it cool. (text-colour:magenta)[“I mean… yeah, of course! You’ve been working hard, you deserve a break.”] Her energy is contagious, and before you know it, she’s already grabbing her coat, clearly eager to leave. As you both step out of the building, she turns to you, eyes sparkling. (text-colour:magenta)[“Okay, okay, hear me out,”] she starts, barely able to contain her excitement. (text-colour:magenta)[“We could go to some boring fast-food place… or we could go somewhere way better.”] She’s already pulling out her phone, scrolling through saved locations, her body practically buzzing with anticipation. (text-colour:magenta)[“There’s this little place not too far from here—super cozy, great food, and I swear it has the best atmosphere.”] She glances up at you, eyes expectant. (text-colour:magenta)[“Come on, it’ll be fun~”] There’s something off about the way she’s hyping this up. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[It’s like she’s way too invested in making this happen.->Clingy 2]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s smile doesn’t falter—not at first. But you notice the way her fingers tense slightly around her lab coat, the faint twitch in her eyebrow. (set:$jealous to $jealous+1) (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh. Of course. Can’t break a promise to your girlfriend, right?”] she says lightly, her voice just a little too smooth. You nod, oblivious to the way her gaze sharpens for a fleeting moment before she masks it with a chuckle. (text-colour:magenta)[“Well, don’t let me keep you. Have fun.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Something about the way she says it makes the hairs on your neck stand up, but you push the feeling aside and give her a polite smile before heading out.->Jealous 2]]

The moment you made the admission, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s playful energy shifts. The teasing glint in her eyes fades into something softer, more serious—a look of genuine concern. (set: $protective to $protective+1) (text-colour:magenta)[“Then you definitely need to take better care of yourself… Luckily, you have me to help with that.”] She says it lightly, but there’s an unmistakable determination in her voice. Instead of dragging you somewhere extravagant, Jenna suggests something simple. Low-energy, peaceful. A quiet café tucked away from the busy streets, where the lights are dim, the seats are plush, and the air is filled with the soft hum of conversations. It’s the kind of place you’d usually overlook, but she insists it’s perfect for winding down. The moment you sit, she leans forward slightly, eyes scanning your face, your posture. Assessing. As the food arrives, you notice something—she’s watching you closely. The way you eat. The way you slump ever so slightly. When your pace slows, she nudges your plate forward. (text-colour:magenta)[“You’re not done yet.”] It’s not playful—it’s an expectation. A command wrapped in concern. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You sigh and keep eating, realizing that resisting would be pointless.->Protective 2]]

Instead of a quick stop at a cafeteria or a fast-food joint, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] insists on taking you to a small, cozy restaurant she knows. It’s tucked away, quiet, dimly lit, and feels a little too much like a date. She’s clearly excited about spending time with you outside of work, leaning forward eagerly during the conversation, hanging onto your every word. (text-colour:magenta)[“I come here all the time. It’s perfect, don’t you think?”] she asks, her eyes practically glowing with enthusiasm. The warmth in her voice is genuine, but there’s something else—an expectation, like she’s waiting for you to acknowledge the effort she put into picking the place. At first, the dinner goes smoothly. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is talkative, casually steering the conversation toward your interests, absorbing every bit of information like it’s the most important thing in the world. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Later...->Clingy 3]]

At one point you mention your girlfriend, even if it was in passing, her expression falters—just for a second. She quickly redirects the conversation, her usual energy returning just a bit too quickly, as if covering up something. When you praise her—even for something small—she seems overjoyed, her posture straightening as she soaks in the compliment. (text-colour:magenta)[“I’ll remember that,”] she murmurs at one point, almost to herself. And sure enough, she subtly adjusts, steering the conversation in ways that earn her more approval from you. As dinner winds down, she doesn’t seem ready to let it end. (text-colour:magenta)[“We should grab some coffee before heading back,”] she suggests smoothly. Or maybe take a little walk? Her tone is light, but the intent is clear—she wants more time with you. Even as you part ways, you can’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just a casual dinner to her. The way she lingered, the way she clung to every word, the way she subtly adapted to your preferences. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[It’s clear she’s more invested than she lets on.->Clingy 4]]

The dinner seemed harmless enough—just a friendly meal with a colleague. You barely gave it a second thought as you went home and crashed into bed. But the next morning, ''your phone is flooded with notifications.'' (text-colour:magenta)[“Hey, had a great time last night! Hope you got home safe 😊”] (Reasonable.) (text-colour:magenta)[“Just remembered that thing you said about liking coffee strong—gonna bring you one! 😃”] (A little much, but thoughtful.) (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh! And don’t forget to eat lunch today! You tend to skip it. I’ll be watching! 👀”] (Wait… what?) (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You rub your eyes, rereading the texts. She was definitely paying attention last night.->Clingy 5]]

At work, it becomes immediately clear that dinner had a ''bigger effect on her'' than it did on you. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is even ''more attentive'' than usual. She’s already at your desk when you arrive, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. (text-colour:magenta)[“Told you I’d get it just how you like it! Enjoy~”] she beams, ''watching expectantly'' as you take a sip. Throughout the day, she finds reasons to hover around—bringing you snacks, reminding you about deadlines, even anticipating when you might need a hand before you ask. At first, it’s helpful. Thoughtful, even. But then you realize… ''she’s learning your habits''. ''Adjusting her behavior accordingly. Inserting herself more and more.'' (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And no matter where you go, she’s always nearby.->Decision]]

As you step into the cool evening air, you shake off the unease from your earlier conversation with Jenna. It’s nothing, just your imagination. The streets hum with the usual city sounds—cars, chatter, the occasional distant siren. You walk with purpose, heading toward the café where your girlfriend is waiting, but a strange feeling settles in your gut. It’s subtle at first. A flicker of movement in the corner of your vision. A shadow stretching just a little too long under the streetlights. You glance back—nothing. Just pedestrians going about their evening. Still, the feeling lingers. An invisible pressure. Like someone’s eyes are on you. You shake it off. Paranoia. Maybe you’re just tired from work. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[By the time you reach the café and see your girlfriend’s smiling face, the strange feeling is all but forgotten.->Jealous 3]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] remains in the lab after you leave. She waits. Silent. Then, once she’s sure you’re out of sight, she moves. Slipping into your office, her eyes flick around quickly, scanning your desk, your chair—your personal space. Her fingers ghost over your belongings, absorbing every detail, before she finds exactly what she’s looking for. A note, a receipt—a clue. She exhales through her nose, a slow, sharp breath. (text-colour:magenta)[“So that’s where you’re going…”] Tucking the discovery away in her mind, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] steps back, adjusts her clothes, and smooths out her expression. By the time she walks out of the building, she looks completely normal. Calm. Controlled. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But as she slips into the shadows of the evening, her bright green eyes stay locked on one thing—you.->Jealous 4]]

The next morning, work resumes as usual—or at least, it seems to. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is at her station when you arrive, greeting you with her usual enthusiasm. Too usual. Something about it feels… deliberate. Like she’s making an effort to act normal. (text-colour:magenta)[“Morning! Did you have a good time yesterday?”] You nod, barely paying it any mind as you set your things down. “Yeah, it was nice.” (text-colour:magenta)[“That’s good! You went to that little café on 5th, right?”] You pause. That’s oddly specific. (text-colour:blue)[“I… yeah. How’d you know?”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh! Just a guess,”] she says quickly, waving a hand. Too quickly. (text-colour:magenta)[“You give off a ‘quaint café date’ vibe.”] You let it slide, though something about the way she says it makes the hairs on your neck prickle. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Then, more questions follow.->Jealous 5]]

As the night goes on, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] steers the conversation away from herself and onto you. She asks about your sleep schedule, your workload, the stress that’s been wearing you down. When you brush off your struggles, she frowns. (text-colour:magenta)[“You can’t just ignore this.”] Her voice is gentle but firm, like someone scolding a stubborn child. She leans in, resting her chin in her palm, eyes locked onto yours. (text-colour:magenta)[“If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna burn out.”] There’s something different about her tonight. Less playful. More serious. It’s like she’s made a decision—one you weren’t privy to. She doesn’t just want to help tonight. She’s thinking long-term. The concern doesn’t end when you leave the café. It lingers in the way she walks close beside you, her presence steady, unwavering. It’s in the way she watches you, memorizing details, already planning how she can make sure you don’t push yourself too hard again. As she waves goodbye, something about her gaze makes you pause. This isn’t over. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She’s just getting started.->Protective 3]]

The following morning confirmed your suspicion. You barely make it past the threshold before [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] swivels around in her chair to face you, eyes sharp and scanning you like a scientist inspecting a test subject. (text-colour:magenta)[“Morning! How are you feeling today? Did you sleep enough?”] Her tone is casual, but her gaze is intense, as if she’s daring you to say something she won’t approve of. You blink at her sudden interrogation. (text-colour:blue)["Uh, yeah. I got some rest."] She narrows her eyes. You yawn. Big mistake. Without breaking eye contact, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] reaches into her bag and pulls out a thermos, sliding it across the desk toward you with deliberate intent. (text-colour:magenta)[“You take it with just a little sugar, right? Drink up.”] You glance down at the thermos, then back at her. (text-colour:blue)["You didn’t have to—"] (text-colour:magenta)[“I did. Also, don’t even think about skipping lunch today. I already have something planned.”] She says it so matter-of-factly that it doesn’t even register at first. Then it hits you—this isn’t a suggestion. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[It’s a decision she’s already made for you.->Protective 4]]

During the remainder of the workday, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] hovers close, keeping an eye on you without being overbearing—but always there. You reach for a new pair of lab gloves, and before your fingers touch them—[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is already handing them to you. A small sigh escapes your lips as you rub your eyes from focusing too long on data. Without missing a beat— (text-colour:magenta)[“I knew it. You need a break.”] Before you can object, your chair is pulled away from the workstation, and [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] blocks you in with crossed arms and an expectant glare. (text-colour:magenta)[“Five-minute stretch break. Right now. No excuses.”] You open your mouth to protest, but her foot taps impatiently against the floor, making it clear that this is happening. You sigh in defeat and stand up, muttering, (text-colour:blue)["I don’t remember hiring a personal trainer…"] (text-colour:magenta)[“Well, good thing you got me as a bonus,”] she quips, grinning. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[That's when you notice something is off.->Protective 5]]

It starts small, but as the day goes on, you begin to realize what’s happening. Having [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] preemptively handling things makes your work smoother and surprisingly efficient. But, at one point, you try to bypass her newfound role as your personal guardian by skipping lunch she mentioned earlier. Bad idea. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh no, don’t think I didn’t notice.”] The next thing you know, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] plops a neatly packed meal onto your desk, tapping a finger against it like a silent warning. (text-colour:magenta)[“Eat. Now.”] You stare at her. She stares back. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[In the end, you give in.->Decision]]

You step into your office, setting your bag down as you rub your temple, already bracing for the long day ahead. But before you can even fully settle in, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is there, standing at the door like she had been waiting for you. (text-colour:magenta)[“Morning!”] she chirps, her usual energy intact—maybe even a little heightened. There’s something about the way she’s looking at you. Bright. Expectant. But beneath it, carefully hidden, is something else. A barely contained excitement, the kind she’s trying her best to suppress. You squint at her, but before you can place what feels off, your eyes land on something else. A bandage. Wrapped neatly around her hand. Your brows furrow instantly. No way. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“What happened?”->Aftermath 1]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“So, what’s she like?”] she asks, tilting her head innocently. Too innocently. You shrug. (text-colour:blue)[“She’s great. Fun. Adventurous. We get along really well.”] (text-colour:magenta)[“Mmm. I bet. You’ve been together long?”] (text-colour:blue)[“A while,”] you answer, still distracted by your work. (text-colour:magenta)[“That’s nice,”] she hums, her fingers tapping against the desk. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again. (text-colour:magenta)[“You ever think about where it’s going? Like… long-term?”] You finally glance up. That’s… a little personal. You let out a small chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. (text-colour:blue)[“Wow, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]], are you volunteering to plan my wedding now?”] For the first time, her expression briefly shifts—a slient rage flashing across her eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, it’s gone. (text-colour:magenta)[“Hah! No, no, just making conversation,”] she says, laughing it off with ease. (text-colour:magenta)[“I guess I just think it’s interesting. You know, relationships and stuff.”] Something about the way she says it makes your stomach twist, but before you can dwell on it, Jenna straightens up and stretches. (text-colour:magenta)[“Anyway, we should get back to work. Got a busy day ahead, right?”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And just like that, the conversation ends.->Decision]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] walks quickly, her head down, her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn’t care where she’s going—she just needs to get away. (text-colour:magenta)[(Why did it turn out like this?)] She clenches her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she replays your words over and over in her head. You sounded so… distant. You were scolding her like she was some kid who needed to be put in her place. (text-colour:magenta)[(Was I really that annoying? Was I really just some clingy, overbearing intern to you?)] The thought makes her stomach twist unpleasantly. She liked you. Really liked you. Every little thing about you—your intelligence, your voice, the way you spoke about your research—it had drawn her in like nothing else ever had. She didn’t just want to work with you—she wanted to be closer to you. To be special to you. And yet, all she had managed to do was push you away. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] bites her lip, slowing to a stop as she exhales deeply. (text-colour:magenta)[“…No. I won’t let it end like this.”] Her expression hardens with newfound resolve. If you didn’t want her around, she’d just have to find a way to make you want her. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And as luck would have it, she was just about to stumble across the perfect way to do so.->Preference v2]]

That evening, after a long day at work, you finally kick back, grab your phone, and do what any reasonable person would—mindlessly scroll through Instagrammer before passing out. Just a little harmless relaxation, nothing more. This time, the algorithm is really putting in work, filling your feed with exactly the kind of posts that demand a second—maybe even third—glance. Which one do you take a closer look at? (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Very tall girls with long legs (A true skyscraper appreciation post.)->Preference v2 tall]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Seriously strong and cool-looking gym girls (Because muscle is hot, and you respect hard work.)->Preference v2 muscular]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Curves. Big ones. Enough said. (Truly, nothing else needs to be said.)->Preference v2 curvy]]

Over the past few days, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s behavior has become… noticeable. Whether it’s her constant presence, the way she anticipates your needs before you even voice them, or the oddly personal questions she’s been slipping into conversations—it’s starting to feel like more than just eagerness. At first, it was easy to brush off as her being an enthusiastic assistant, maybe even a little too friendly. But now, there’s an underlying intensity to it, something just beneath the surface that you can’t quite put your finger on. Is she just enjoying her youth, latching onto the excitement of her new job, or is she overstepping? (set:$confrontation to false) You lean back in your chair, exhaling slowly. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe you’re overthinking it. But still… should you do something? (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Confront her. Set some boundaries and make it clear that she’s getting too personal.->Confrontation]] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Let it slide. She’s just young, enthusiastic, and maybe a little overzealous. No harm in that… right?->Letting it slide]]

You decide not to confront Jenna about her overstepping behavior. She’s a bit much at times, but she’s young, excitable, and eager to impress. Maybe she’s just enjoying her time in the lab, learning from you, and there’s no need to make a big deal out of it. So, you brush it off and carry on as usual. However, to [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]], your silence isn’t just forgiveness—it’s validation. If you’re not pushing back, that must mean you’re fine with her getting closer. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And if you’re fine with that… why stop now?->Letting it slide 1]]

The moment you decide to confront [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]], you can already sense the shift in the air. When you call her name, she turns to you, blinking in surprise, her usual enthusiasm dimming slightly at your serious tone. (set:$confrontation to true) (text-colour:magenta)[“Yeah? What’s up?”] You hesitate for only a second before diving in. You tell her—straight and clear—that she’s been overstepping her bounds. The constant attention, the prying questions, the way she always finds excuses to be around you, even outside of work—it’s too much. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s face stiffens, her lips parting as if to protest, but she stops herself. Instead, she listens in silence as you go on, laying out the facts. You try to be as diplomatic as possible, but there’s no hiding the frustration in your voice. You tell her you value her work, but she needs to act more professionally. (text-colour:magenta)[“…I see.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her presence is so small when you finally finish.->Confrontation 1]]

She forces a laugh, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. (text-colour:magenta)[“I-I didn’t mean to bother you, I was just—”] She stops mid-sentence, exhaling sharply before giving you a tight-lipped smile. (text-colour:magenta)[“You’re right. I’ve been acting weird. I’m sorry.”] The way she shrinks under your words is jarring. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]—normally so bold, so eager—is now withdrawn, her shoulders slightly hunched. She doesn’t fight back, doesn’t argue. Instead, she apologizes again, excuses herself from the conversation, and quickly finds an excuse to leave. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And just like that, she’s gone.->Confrontation 2]]

But as she busies herself with her tasks, her mind spins. (text-colour:magenta)[(He called me annoying… That’s never happened before.)] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s fingers drum against the table, her thoughts running in circles. You had teased her, playfully scolded her in the past, sure—but this? This was different. There was no smirk, no lightheartedness. Just a sigh, a look of mild frustration, and those words. (text-colour:magenta)[(I wasn’t annoying before. If anything, you liked having me around… So what changed?)] She plays back the moment in her head. You were always so composed, so steady. Yet, when she got close—when she touched your arm, leaned into you, lingered just a little too long—you looked… tense. Different. (text-colour:magenta)[(Wait—what if it’s not that I’m annoying… but that I’m not enough?)] The thought tightens in her chest. Maybe she wasn’t enticing enough to get away with being this close. Maybe, if she were more irresistible, you wouldn’t have told her off. If she had the kind of body you secretly desired, if she was the type of woman who could make your breath hitch just by walking into the room—then surely, you wouldn’t have pulled away. (text-colour:magenta)[(You wouldn’t push me away if I was exactly what you wanted… right?)] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s grip on the table hardens, determination setting in. (text-colour:magenta)[(I just need to be more irresistible.)] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And as fate would have it, an opportunity to perfect herself would soon present itself.->Preference v2]]

The next day, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] is especially persistent. If she wasn’t already hovering before, now she’s practically glued to your side. She lingers after every conversation, finds excuses to touch your arm when she talks, and somehow, no matter where you move in the lab, she’s there. When you turn to grab a piece of equipment—she’s already holding it out to you with a bright smile. When you go to type something into your computer—she leans over your shoulder, her breath tickling your neck as she hums in interest. And when you try to take a moment to yourself, she suddenly finds something urgent that she needs your help with. Eventually, it gets to be too much. (text-colour:blue)[“[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]].”] You sigh, rubbing your temples. (text-colour:blue)[“You’re really annoying today.”] She freezes. For the first time all morning, she doesn’t have an immediate response. (text-colour:magenta)[“…Oh.”] Her usual energy dims for just a second before she forces a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. (text-colour:magenta)[“Sorry, I was just… excited to work with you today! But, uh, I’ll tone it down. My bad.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She backs off—at least, outwardly. ->Letting it slide 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)["First I catch him drooling over tall girls on his phone, and now he’s double-tapping the hourglasses? Oh, I see what’s happening here. He wants hips that don’t quit and legs that don’t stop. He doesn’t just want to be held—he wants to be engulfed. At this rate, he’s not looking for a girlfriend, he’s looking for a divine experience. And you know what? I can work with that."] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] grips her phone so hard her knuckles turn white. (text-colour:magenta)["Tall and thick? BIG and SOFT?! Oh, he’s really trying to break reality itself with his tastes."] Her lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. (text-colour:magenta)["I’ll make him drool."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She lay back, imagining herself filling every possible fantasy you had—long legs, overflowing curves, the perfect distraction.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“So first I saw him scrolling through one set of tall goddess legs in his office, and now he’s just... doubling down? He isn’t just interested—he’s committed. He wants a woman who can block the sun, make him feel tiny, and step over him like a sidewalk crack....”] (text-colour:magenta)["Like, I knew he liked tall women, but this? This is a height requirement. He doesn’t want a girlfriend, he wants a giantess. At this rate, I bet if I walked in tomorrow with stilts, he’d propose on the spot.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] leans back, staring at her phone like it just revealed the blueprint to his soul. She exhales sharply, then smirks. (text-colour:magenta)["Alright. If he wants a walking skyscraper, I’ll make Everest look like a speed bump."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Jenna tossed her phone onto the bed, stretching her legs out with a smug grin—soon enough, she’d be the one towering over you.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)["Okay, okay. First, he was admiring skyscrapers in his office, and now he’s simping for female bodybuilders? Oh, I get it now. He doesn’t just want to look up at a woman—he wants to look up while being pinned to the wall with one hand."] (text-colour:magenta)["He’s out here fantasizing about women who could throw him over their shoulder like a sack of flour and carry him off into the sunset. This man doesn’t just want strength—he wants absolute, unrelenting dominance. And you know what? I like it.... a lot.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] runs a hand through her hair, trying to process what she just saw. Towering AND shredded?! She stands up, stretching out her limbs. (text-colour:magenta)["Fine. Let’s see what happens when he realizes I’m becoming his ultimate fantasy."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her fingers traced over her arm as she drifted off, already envisioning a future where she was both statuesque and powerful—utterly irresistible.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“Okay, hold on. He wasn’t just casually looking at one curvy woman on his phone at the office—he went back for seconds. He has an agenda. He wants a woman who is all boobs, all hips, and a dangerous amount of jiggle. I swear, if physics had a warning label, these girls would come with one.”] (text-colour:magenta)["I mean, sure, men love curves—but this is something else. This isn’t ‘oh, I like soft girls,’ this is ‘if I’m not smothered, I don’t want it.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] exhales slowly, shaking her head. (text-colour:magenta)["Oh, he’s down BAD. He wants to be absolutely engulfed."] She giggles, eyes gleaming with mischief. (text-colour:magenta)["Let’s make it happen."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Jenna rolled onto her side, smirking to herself—if he liked curves that much, she'd make sure he couldn't take his eyes off of her.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)["First, he’s loving the curves on his phone in the office, and now he’s liking the iron goddesses? So what does he want, exactly? A woman who could crush a watermelon with her thighs AND bake him cookies right after?"] (text-colour:magenta)["He’s out here crafting the ultimate fantasy—soft AND strong, dangerous AND inviting. A woman who can bench-press him in the morning and cuddle him into submission at night?"] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s lips part slightly as she processes his unhinged tastes. He’s greedy, and she loves it. (text-colour:magenta)["Ohhh, he’s a certified menace."] She bites her lip, already imagining the possibilities. (text-colour:magenta)["Good. I was planning to go all in anyway."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The thought of being both soft and strong sent a shiver of excitement through her—by the time she was done, she’d be unstoppable.->Lab accident v2]]

''Unbeknownst to you, your followers can see what you’ve liked.'' And [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]? Well… [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] has a very specific evening routine. One that involves scrolling through your social media activity like it’s her personal bedtime story. Tonight, she’s met with something very interesting—your latest accidental like. Her eyes narrow, her lips curl into a smirk, and she leans in closer to the screen, analyzing your tastes with the precision of a scientist discovering a new species. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her reaction is... well.... interesting…->Stalker 1]]

(text-colour:magenta)["Wait, hold on. First, he was into soft and plush on his phone back in his office, and now he’s admiring skyscraper legs? Oh, this man wants to be wrapped up AND looked down upon at the same time. He’s aiming for a woman who can cradle him AND step over him like he’s a piece of decorative furniture."] (text-colour:magenta)["I bet if I showed up tomorrow two feet taller and thicker than a sofa, he’d drop whatever he’s doing and propose. ”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] taps her fingers against the desk, thinking. Her smirk deepens. (text-colour:magenta)["Time to give him an unforgettable experience."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[As she closed her eyes, she pictured herself both voluptuous and towering—utterly dominant in every way that mattered.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)["Ohhhh. First, it’s biceps that could crack walnuts, and now it’s legs that could step over traffic? He doesn’t just want a strong woman, he wants someone who could give him uppies while he's still sitting in the armchair. At this rate, if I walked in tomorrow tall enough to dunk without jumping, he’d probably drop his clipboard. And honestly? I’m SO tempted to test this theory.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] blinks. Then laughs. Then laughs harder. text-colour:magenta)["Huge AND jacked? He wants a towering mass of raw power? He’s INSANE."] Her laughter fades into something more sinister. (text-colour:magenta)["Perfect. I hope you like being manhandled."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Jenna smirked as she sprawled across her bed, already picturing the look on his face when he realized she was both tall and powerful.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)["Okay. Okay. So first, he’s into powerful, chiseled women, and now he’s admiring dangerous levels of softness? Oh, this man wants THE EXTREME PACKAGE. He wants a woman who can flex AND jiggle. He wants rock-hard abs you could grate cheese on AND hips that could be used as flotation devices."] (text-colour:magenta)["I get it. I see the vision. He doesn’t just want a girlfriend—he wants a sculpted masterpiece, a walking contradiction of power and temptation. And I? I am SO READY to become his ultimate distraction."] She hums in amusement, stretching her arms. (text-colour:magenta)["Time to make sure you never look at another woman again."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her breathing slowed as she imagined it—dense muscle wrapped in luscious curves, the perfect mix of strength and temptation.->Lab accident v2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[“Oh. Ohhh. So he doesn’t just like muscles—he wants all the muscles. This woman could bench-press a grown man, snap an axe in half, and effortlessly ruin his entire life. And he wants that. He’s not afraid. He’s hoping.”] (text-colour:magenta)["Like, I get it—muscles are hot. But this? This isn’t just attraction, this is a cry for help. He wants a woman who can bridal carry him into battle, princess carry him to bed, and bear-hug the oxygen straight out of his lungs.”] (text-colour:magenta)["Alright, you little masochist. You want a woman who could bench-press YOU?"] Her grin turns feral. (text-colour:magenta)["Let’s see if you can handle what’s coming."] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She flexed her arm absentmindedly before shutting off the lights—soon, she wouldn’t just be strong, she’d be the strongest.->Lab accident v2]]

You swipe, you admire, you scroll—pure, innocent curiosity at work. It’s not like you’re drooling over your phone or anything. (set:$tall to $tall +1) And then, in a moment of absolute betrayal, your thumb slips. A like. A full, public, unmistakable double-tap on a post. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And the worst part? You don’t even notice.->Stalker]]

You swipe, you admire, you scroll—pure, innocent curiosity at work. It’s not like you’re drooling over your phone or anything. (set:$muscle to $muscle +1) And then, in a moment of absolute betrayal, your thumb slips. A like. A full, public, unmistakable double-tap on a post. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And the worst part? You don’t even notice.->Stalker]]

You swipe, you admire, you scroll—pure, innocent curiosity at work. It’s not like you’re drooling over your phone or anything. (set:$curvy to $curvy +1) And then, in a moment of absolute betrayal, your thumb slips. A like. A full, public, unmistakable double-tap on a post. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And the worst part? You don’t even notice.->Stalker]]

In a high-tech research lab at the forefront of genetic advancement, you work tirelessly to unlock the secrets of human potential. Among your team is a new hire handpicked by you, [[Jenna->Jenna initial]]—a bright, eager intern with boundless energy and a fixation on you that seems harmless at first. She's always been attentive, always watching, always eager to please. But after an "accident"—everything changes. Jenna’s body begins to transform, sculpted by the experimental serum now coursing through her veins. Taller, stronger, curvier... she evolves before your eyes, becoming more than you ever imagined. And with her transformation comes a new kind of obsession—one that’s no longer just in her mind, but in her body, her actions, her very presence. And she doesn't plan on stopping.

(if: $tall1 and $tall is 2)[(go-to: "tall tall")] (else-if: $tall1 and $curvy is 1)[(go-to: "tall curvy")] (else-if: $tall1 and $muscle is 1)[(go-to: "tall muscular")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $curvy is 2)[(go-to: "curvy curvy")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $tall is 1)[(go-to: "curvy tall")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $muscle is 1)[(go-to: "curvy muscular")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $muscle is 2)[(go-to: "muscular muscular")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $tall is 1)[(go-to: "muscular tall")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $curvy is 1)[(go-to: "muscular curvy")]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] arrived at work early—so early that the night guards were still at their posts, sipping coffee and waiting for their shift to end. It wasn’t unusual for her; she’d done it before, always eager to start the day. The guards barely gave her a second glance as she entered, assuming she was just being her usual, overachieving self. But today was different. She slipped into the intern office, setting her bag down and going through the motions of preparing for the day. A glance at her watch. A deep breath. Then another glance. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She was waiting.->Lab accident v2 1]]

The night shift would be leaving soon, replaced by their daytime counterparts. And in that brief moment of transition, the lab’s surveillance system would be unattended—just a few minutes, but that was all she needed. The moment the changeover began, she stood, stretching casually as if simply preparing for the long day ahead. Then, without hesitation, she strode toward the lab, her steps smooth and measured. Arriving at the cold storage unit, she opened the fridge housing the test tubes of serum. The dim blue light reflected in her eager green eyes as she scanned the rows, fingers carefully selecting the one she needed. (text-colour:magenta)[(Last time, a single drop changed everything… This time, I’ll take two. Just enough to make sure he can’t ignore me—without going too far. Not yet.)] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She retrieved a micropipette, loading two precise drops onto her tongue.->Lab accident v2 2]]

The morning after.... A groggy rustling stirred the silence of the lab. You blinked awake, your body stiff from a night spent slumped in an office chair. Your neck screamed in protest, but that discomfort vanished the moment your eyes landed on the lab bed. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] was awake. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmhh…"''] She let out a soft, hazy groan, stretching slightly, her fingers lazily curling as her head lolled to the side. She looked drastically different. Even laying down, her new size was obvious. The way the lab bed barely contained her. The way her breathing seemed deeper, stronger. Your pulse spiked. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[["Jenna! You're awake!" ->Growth aftermath 1]]

The cool, sterile taste barely registered before she returned the tool to its place. Then, gripping the vial in her hand, she let it slip through her fingers. The fragile glass shattered against the tiled floor. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] exhaled, heart racing—not from nerves, but excitement. She crouched down, swiftly grabbing a disposable cloth and cleaner, wiping away any traces of the spill. By the time the new guards had fully settled in, the mess was gone. The only evidence left was the anticipation burning in her chest. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Now, all she had to do was wait.->Aftermath]]

The question is simple, but your tone sharpens just slightly, enough to make her flinch. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh—this?”] She holds up her bandaged hand, letting out an airy, nervous laugh. (text-colour:magenta)[“It’s nothing serious, really! Just, um…”] She trails off before forcing a smile. (text-colour:magenta)[“Promise you won’t be mad?”] Your expression doesn’t change. You say nothing, just looking at her, waiting. Her forced smile weakens. (text-colour:magenta)[“…I might have had a little accident in the lab.”] Your stomach knots. (text-colour:blue)[“What kind of accident?”] She swallows, shifting on her feet. (text-colour:magenta)[“I was carrying one of the tubes, and I—I was being careful! I swear! But I bumped the counter and—”] she mimics a breaking motion with her hands, (text-colour:magenta)[“—it just kind of… shattered.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your body goes rigid.->Aftermath 2]]

(text-colour:blue)[“[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]],”] you say slowly, (text-colour:blue)[“did the serum make contact with your wound?”] She hesitates for half a second too long. Then, with a small, guilty nod— (text-colour:magenta)[“Probably.”] Silence. She watches you carefully, biting her lip, her voice small when she speaks again. (text-colour:magenta)[“…You’re not mad?”] Something tight coils in your chest. Mad? Oh, you’re mad. Not in the way she’s thinking. Not in the way where you want to snap or shout. No, this is something deeper, something hotter and sharper, a fury burning beneath your ribs. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your hands clench into fists at your sides before you take a step forward, voice dropping into something dangerously controlled.->Aftermath 3]]

(text-colour:blue)[“[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]. Do you understand what you just did?”] Her breath catches, and she opens her mouth, but you don’t give her a chance. (text-colour:blue)[“You knew how the serum works. You knew even a drop was enough to trigger permanent changes, and you managed to break another vial of it? Do you have any idea how serious this is?”] She flinches, guilt flashing across her face. You rake a hand through your hair, pacing. (text-colour:blue)[“This isn’t some harmless vitamin, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]! It’s an experimental genetic-altering serum! It rewrites your body! And you—”] You stop, looking at her incredulously. (text-colour:magenta)[“It was an accident! I didn't mean to—”] (text-colour:blue)[“Mean what? To become a test subject for the worlds most dangerous serum? Potentially suffer lasting health problems?”] She bites her lip, fingers twisting together. (text-colour:magenta)[“…I didn’t want you to be mad.”] You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. (text-colour:blue)[“Oh, I’m mad, alright. But more than that, I’m—” ]You stop yourself before the words slip. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Worried. ->Aftermath 4]]

You’re worried. More than anything, that’s what’s boiling inside you. A sick, anxious dread. Because there’s no undoing this. Whatever’s about to happen to her—it’s out of your hands now. You exhale, dragging a hand down your face before sinking into your chair, both arms folding over your head as you stare at your desk. You don’t even have the energy to keep yelling. This is happening. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Again. ->Aftermath 5]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] steps cautiously into your office, the usual energy in her stride subdued, her expression somewhere between nervous and hopeful. She had been waiting for this—waiting for you to call her back after your earlier outburst. She hesitates at the doorway, searching your face. When she finds no lingering anger, she lets out a breath and steps inside. You motion for her to sit, and she does so quickly, folding her hands in her lap, waiting. You lean forward, locking eyes with her. (text-colour:blue)["We need to talk."] Your tone is calmer now, more measured, but there’s no mistaking the weight behind your words. (text-colour:blue)[“Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re reporting this to the higher-ups.”] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s fingers twitch slightly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Do we have to?”] (text-colour:blue)[“Yes.”] Your voice leaves no room for argument. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[“This isn’t negotiable.” ->Aftermath 6]]

She exhales through her nose, nodding. (text-colour:blue)[“I’ll request a full 48-hour lab surveillance on you. Every change—every reaction your body has to the serum—we’ll document it in real time.” You pause, your eyes narrowing slightly. “And I’ll be overseeing it personally.”] That makes her perk up slightly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Oh?”] You ignore whatever was behind that reaction. (text-colour:blue)[“I expect your full cooperation.”] She swallows, nodding eagerly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Of course! I’ll do whatever you need.”] You lean back, eyes still locked onto her.(text-colour:blue)[ “I mean ''full'' cooperation, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]].”] That makes her pause. Just for a second. But then she smiles sweetly, tilting her head. (text-colour:magenta)[“Yes, I understand.”] There’s something in the way she says it. A little too smooth. A little too… pleased. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But for now, you’ll take her word for it ->Aftermath 7]]

Unsurprisingly, the emergency meeting with the higher-ups was brutal. They tore into you for allowing the "accident" to happen under your watch, making it painfully clear that they were not pleased. However, after much back-and-forth, your proposal on how to handle the situation was approved. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] would be placed under strict observation for the next 48 hours, with routine tests to track any potential changes. The sting of their reprimands lingered as the meeting concluded, but just when you thought you were in the clear, they hit you with one last blow—you’d be reassigned to a different project once this whole mess was over. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Fantastic. ->Aftermath 8]]

Despite the heavy mood, the rest of the workday felt surprisingly normal. Well, aside from [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s absence as she was under the careful watch of the monitoring team. The tests had already begun, and every few hours, you made sure to check in on her. To your mild surprise, she seemed completely compliant, answering questions, submitting to blood draws, and sitting through full-body scans without complaint. In fact, if anything, she seemed amused by the whole ordeal. Still, with how suddenly the monitoring request was issued, the lab was short on hands to cover the full 48-hour surveillance window. The solution? Volunteers. With a sigh, you put your name down for the night shift. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[If this was going to be done right, you had to be the one overseeing it. ->Aftermath 9]]

The hum of lab equipment fills the quiet space as you step inside the monitoring room, where [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] sits perched on the edge of an examination table, idly kicking her legs. She glances up the moment she hears your footsteps, her face lighting up in an instant. You pull up a chair beside her, setting down the tablet with her latest results. (text-colour:blue)["How are you feeling?"] (text-colour:magenta)[“Honestly? Pretty good.”] She shrugs. (text-colour:magenta)[“I was expecting to feel… I don’t know, weird...] You sigh and glance down at the report. (text-colour:blue)["Well, your blood test came back normal. No irregularities so far."] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] tilts her head. (text-colour:magenta)[“And the DNA tests?”] (text-colour:blue)["They’ll be in tomorrow."] You close the tablet. (text-colour:blue)["Until then, we just keep monitoring."] She nods slowly, then asks, (text-colour:magenta)[“So… who’s on night shift?”] (text-colour:blue)["I am."] The reaction is immediate. Her eyes widen slightly before her entire face lights up, her legs stopping mid-kick as she leans forward eagerly. (text-colour:magenta)[“Really? You’ll be staying here all night?”] You raise an eyebrow. (text-colour:blue)["Yeah."] She beams, looking way too pleased about this. Your suspicion rises instantly. (text-colour:blue)["...Why are you so happy about that?"] (text-colour:magenta)[“What? I can’t be happy that my boss and the main researcher behind the serum is watching over me?”] She tilts her head, all wide-eyed innocence. (text-colour:magenta)[“It makes me feel safe.”] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your eyes narrow slightly, but she meets your gaze with unwavering sincerity—or at least a very convincing imitation of it. ->Aftermath 10]]

The early hours of the night passed without incident. You and [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]] shared a casual chat over dinner, the conversation light despite the circumstances. She had been in a surprisingly good mood, though you chalked it up to her usual energy rather than anything suspicious. Eventually, exhaustion won over, and she drifted off on the lab bed, her breathing soft and steady in the dimly lit room. Now, with the hum of machines as your only company, you sat at your workstation, eyes flicking between the health monitoring screens and the files on your computer. The stillness of the lab, coupled with the soft glow of the monitors, made it harder to stay fully alert, but the weight of the situation kept you from nodding off completely. Then, a sharp beep. You barely registered it at first, assuming it was another minor fluctuation—until another followed. Louder this time. Your eyes snapped to the monitor. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 1]]’s heart rate was climbing. Not just a single spike, but a steady, relentless ascent. You turned toward her. She was still, but her breathing had deepened as her chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate force, each inhale dragging longer, heavier than before. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The beeping quickened. The numbers climbed.->Aftermath 11]]

Your stomach twisted. Something was wrong. Then, a twitch. Her fingers curled slightly, the muscles in her forearm tensing before relaxing again. The faintest motion, but enough to set you on edge. Another spike. This time, the machine let out a warning chime. Her vitals were surging, one after another, the graphs on the screen jagged and erratic. Her leg shifted. Her back arched ever so slightly. And then— A deep, shaky inhale. The air in the room felt thick. You could hear the low hum of the fluorescent lights, the quiet hum of the lab equipment, but everything else faded. She wasn’t just shifting in her sleep. Your breath caught. It was starting. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She was going to grow. ->Aftermath 12]]

A sharp gasp cut through the stillness of the lab. Your eyes snapped toward Jenna just as her body tensed, fingers gripping at the sheets beneath her. Her breathing—deep and rhythmic only moments ago—turned uneven. A shudder ran through her, her back arching slightly before she let out a low, startled moan. Then it began. At first, a slight stretch, the faintest shift in her limbs. But then, with a slow, deliberate pulse, her body lengthened. Her legs, once curled slightly on the lab bed, extended further down, toes dragging closer to the edge. Her arms stretched out above her, knuckles brushing the metal headrest as her frame elongated with surreal grace. Her breathing grew heavier, her lips parting in a deep, throaty exhale. Then, suddenly—a surge. Her torso expanded, pushing upward in a single, undeniable lurch, as her shoulders widened slightly to match her growing frame. Her legs extended again, longer this time, her feet now hanging fully off the end of the bed. The transformation wasn’t smooth—it came in waves, each pulse sending a shiver through her body, each breath deepening with an almost intoxicating mix of pleasure and intensity. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You watched, frozen, heart hammering. ->very tall 1]]

Her knees bent reflexively as another surge hit, her body stretching higher and taller. The blanket that had covered her slid off completely, pooling onto the floor as her limbs claimed more and more space. Her toes curled, her fingers flexed, and then—another pulse. Stronger. Her head, once comfortably resting on the pillow, inched higher and higher—until she ran out of room. The top of her head bumped against the headrest with a dull thud, forcing her neck to bend at an awkward angle. She grunted, shifting, her breath turning into a ragged pant as another deep, rolling moan escaped her lips. Her legs—now absurdly long—slid further off the edge, her feet planting against the cold tile floor. But even that wasn’t enough to contain her. With another jolt, her hips inched downward, forcing her legs to bend at the knees just to fit within the limited space. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She was too tall for the small lab bed. Far too tall. ->very tall 2]]

Jenna’s fingers clenched into fists, her lips parting as she let out a breathless, half-lidded murmur, her voice thick with sensation. (text-colour:magenta)["Mmmh……"] A slow grin creeping onto her lips despite her hazy, half-asleep state. The sleeves of her nightgown had inched up her forearms, leaving them awkwardly short, while the pant legs of her scrubs had ridden up to the middle of her calves, leaving them embarrassingly undersized. Then, with one final stretch, one last lazy groan, it stopped. Jenna’s body stilled, her breaths slowing into deep, steady draws. But the damage had been done. She lay sprawled out—''a towering 200 centimeters'' of newly stretched, statuesque perfection. The lab bed that once fit her petite frame now looked laughably small, her legs dangling off the side, her head nearly slipping off the edge. And as her glowing green eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours with a slow, knowing smirk, one thing became abundantly clear: She knew. She knew exactly what had just happened. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And she loved it. ->very tall 3]]

It wasn’t just her height—it was the way she owned it. She swung her endlessly long legs off the bed, planting her feet onto the cold tile floor. When she stood up, the sheer presence of her sent a jolt through your system. She was towering. A full head—and then some—above you. The height disparity was so drastic, so utterly absurd, you actually had to tilt your chin up just to meet her gaze. And oh, God— Her gaze. Dark amusement danced behind her emerald eyes, sharp and predatory as she let her new stature sink in. Then she grinned. A slow, wicked grin that sent ice and fire flooding through your veins. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Hah… oh, this is dangerous."''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your throat went dry. ->very tall 5]]

For a long moment, you just… stare. Your mind refuses to process what just happened. Jenna—the same girl who had been barely over your shoulder just yesterday—now dominated the space before you. Her long, bare legs spilled off the sides of the lab bed, her oversized limbs stretching further than they had any right to. Her clothes? Completely overwhelmed. The sleeves of her lab coat were laughably short, the hem of her scrubs barely brushing her knees. And her face… She was beautiful before—bright green eyes, mischievous smile, always so expressive. But now? Now she was otherworldly. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] shifted, propping herself up on her elbows. Her thick lashes fluttered as she let out a soft, satisfied hum, rolling her shoulders, adjusting to her newly stretched, statuesque frame. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmn… wow… now that was a rush."''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your breath hitched.->very tall 4]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"I knew I’d get a reaction out of you, but…"''] She stepped forward. And you stepped back. Instinctively. Something about the way she moved—so smooth, so deliberate, like a cat closing in on a helpless little mouse—made your heart slam against your ribs. The grin on her lips stretched wider. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Oh, that’s cute. You’re actually nervous."''] You swallowed hard. You weren’t nervous. You were just—okay, maybe you were. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Relax, short stuff."''] She closed the distance, her long, endless legs eating up the space between you in just two slow strides. And then— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She pressed against you. ->very tall 6]]

Firm. Overwhelming. Unstoppable. Her hips alone reached past your waist, her shoulders almost completely over your head—and she didn’t just hover above you, she crowded you. Your back hit the desk. You hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up. (text-colour:magenta)[''"What’s wrong?"''] One huge hand came up to your head, fingers dwarfing your skull as she ran them through your hair with a slow, lazy motion. (text-colour:magenta)[''"You like tall women, don’t you?"''] Your stomach flipped. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Bet it feels weird, huh? Being the little one for a change."''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She ruffled your hair. ->very tall 7]]

You opened your mouth—**to protest, to say something, anything—**but before you could even form a word, she bent down. Your pulse spiked. Her arms, long and powerful, wrapped around you. Her **hands—**so much bigger than before—grasped your waist like you were nothing. And then— She yanked you forward— And kissed you. Hard. Deep. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Overpowering.->very tall 8]]

Her lips molded against yours, completely engulfing them, forcing you into the rhythm of the kiss. Her grip was absolute—there was no pulling away, no breaking free. It was like drowning. Drowning in her. Suddenly— She faltered. The tight grip on your waist loosened. Her muscles slackened. And then— She collapsed. Right on top of you. A wall of weight. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You gasped, knees buckling under the sheer mass of her much larger frame as you stumbled back, barely keeping either of you upright. ->very tall 9]]

Jesus, she was heavy now. With tremendous effort, you somehow guided her back onto the lab bed, her towering, slumped form almost spilling over the sides. She was completely out. You took a shaky step back, hands on your knees, heart racing. Your clothes were rumpled. Your lips were wet. Your mind—a complete, jumbled, chaotic mess. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What the hell just happened? ->Growth aftermath]]

The lab was silent. Except for the sound of her breathing. It had deepened—slow, measured draws of air, like someone slipping into a heavy, consuming dream. Then— Her body shuddered. The monitoring screens spiked. Her breathing hitched— Then she let out a soft, drawn-out moan. You tensed. It’s happening. Jenna’s legs stretched first, lengthening across the bed in slow, lazy pulses. Her feet slid forward, nudging the edge of the mattress as her limbs elongated, growing until she matched your height. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But that wasn’t all. ->tall curves 1]]

The real change started next. A slow, almost hypnotic shifting of flesh—swelling, thickening, filling out. Her thighs, once slim and toned, ballooned outward, pressing tightly together, spilling over the sides of the bed in thick, impossibly soft curves. Her calves rounded, the muscle underneath shaped by plushness, giving her legs a perfect dangerous balance of strength and femininity. The fabric of her night dress pulled taut, the hem riding up, barely covering the scandalous expansion of her hips. And oh, her hips— They flared. Widening dramatically, her waist remaining pinched while the curves below her navel grew luscious, fertile, obscene. Her body arched as her spine lengthened, her torso stretching to match her new height, only for her ribcage to expand—her once modest chest swelling, rounding, heavy, until her nightdress could barely contain her. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The fabric strained. ->tall curves 2]]

The curve of her breasts swelled, overflowing, defying gravity, pressing heavily against her stretched top. Her arms shifted too—delicate wrists, soft shoulders, but toned underneath, a perfect harmony of strength and softness. Her fingers twitched, nails digging into the mattress, her breaths turning ragged as she let out another pleasured, breathless moan. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmnh~… ooh… this feels so good…"''] Her hips shifted, back arching, testing the weight of her new, exaggerated form. The fabric of her clothes strained. Jenna was overflowing. Spilling over the mattress, her wider, heavier frame barely contained, her plush, goddess-like curves begging for more space, more room, more of everything. And then— Her eyes fluttered open. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her lips. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She knew exactly what happened. ->tall curves 3]]

You barely had time to process what had just happened. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] had grown. And now she was fully awake. Her eyes lazily opened, glowing with amusement, her lips curling into a slow, sultry smirk. (text-colour:magenta)[''"That was… amazing."''] Her voice was lower, smoother, her tone thick with satisfaction. You swallowed hard. She sat up, and the motion alone sent waves through her new, exaggerated frame. The way her thighs pressed together, the swell of her hips, the fullness of her chest—it was too much. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] tilted her head at you, pretending to be confused. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Something wrong?"''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She leaned forward slightly, and it was like a landslide of curves shifting toward you. ->tall curves 4]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"You’re staring…"''] She smiled. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I love it."''] And then—she moved. One smooth step, then another, the weight of her fuller, heavier body shifting with every motion. She was slightly taller than you now, but her curves were so overwhelming that it made the height difference feel even more intense. Her hips swayed, her soft, plush thighs brushing together, her bare feet padding silently against the floor. And then— She was right in front of you. Too close. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her presence smothered you, swallowed you whole, her body a wall of warmth and softness. ->tall curves 5]]

Her scent—sweet, intoxicating. Her skin—smooth, glowing. Her breath—warm and teasing against your neck. (text-colour:magenta)[''"You liked me before…"''] She pressed herself against you. A wave of softness enveloped you—her full chest, the impossibly plush curve of her hips, the gentle but firm hold of her hands as she wrapped them around your back. (text-colour:magenta)[''"But now?"''] Her voice purred in your ear. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I bet you can’t breathe without thinking about me."''] She hugged you. Tightly. So warm, so soft, but so unbelievably strong. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your body melted against her, submerged in the pillowy embrace of her curves, her arms locking you against her. ->tall curves 6]]

She nuzzled against your hair, her lips brushing your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. (text-colour:magenta)[''"You feel it, don’t you?"''] Her fingers trailed down your back. (text-colour:magenta)[''"This isn’t some side effect…"''] Her hands lowered, slowly, tracing the curve of your spine upward, untill they reached the back of your head. (text-colour:magenta)[''"This is a blessing."''] And then— Her hands seized your waist. She perked up on her toes to gain more height on you. And....Before you could react, your head was engulfed by boobs completely. Her laugh was rich, delighted, drunk on power and pleasure. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I could just keep you here, you know?"''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her eyes were hungry, playful but possessive. ->tall curves 7]]

You opened your mouth—to protest, to say something, anything— But she tilted your chin up— And kissed you. Deep. Slow. Possessive. Her lips devoured yours, molding to them, her warmth swallowing you whole. She breathed you in, tasted you, her arms holding you firm as her body pressed against yours, surrounding you in heat, in curves, in sensation. Your head spun. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your legs weakened. ->tall curves 8]]

And then— Her grip loosened. Her breath hitched. Her arms trembled. And she collapsed. Right onto you. All of her. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her new, heavier, curvier form knocked you flat, pinning you beneath her soft, overwhelming weight.->tall curves 9]]

You gasped. You couldn’t move. She had passed out. Still warm, still soft, still absolutely covering you. A long, exhausted breath escaped your lips as you struggled to roll her off. She was heavier than before. Much heavier. With great effort, you managed to hoist her back onto the bed, her curves spilling over the mattress, her lips curled into a content, dreamy smile. You stared down at her, heart pounding. What… (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What just happened? ->Growth aftermath]]

The tension in the air was thick, an unseen force pressing against the walls of the lab. Jenna’s breath hitched. A tremor ran through her body. Then— A sudden, sharp gasp. Her back arched, fingers clenching at the sheets as her body came alive with a surge of raw, uncontrollable power. (text-colour:magenta)["Ahhh—''haaah~!''"] Her voice quivered between a moan and a growl, her body pulsing, stretching, expanding. Her legs lengthened first. They pushed out, the fabric of her lab-issued sleepwear straining as her thighs elongated, her calves growing longer, stronger, her feet inching closer to the edge of the bed. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But, it wasn’t just the height. ->tall muscle 1]]

You were stunned. No, stunned wasn’t the right word. You were speechless. The [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] in front of you was… different. And she knew it. She sat there for a moment, stretching her long, muscular arms over her head, letting out a slow, satisfied sigh. Her biceps tensed with the movement, her shoulders shifting, showcasing the broad strength that now dominated her frame. Then she turned her gaze to you. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Enjoying the view?"''] Her voice was husky, rich with amusement and confidence. You tried to respond, to say something, but— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She stood up. ->tall muscle 5]]

God—her arms. Biceps bulged, rounding out, thickening, the gentle tone she once had replaced with pure, sculpted power. Her forearms hardened, veins trailing subtly down her skin. Her chest expanded, not just in fullness, but in presence. She breathed deep, and her body rose and fell with a new kind of mass, a new kind of weight. She was bigger. She was stronger. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And she loved it. ->tall muscle 3]]

Muscle followed the height, a natural, flawless progression— Her thighs filled out, firm and powerful, their shape rounding into thick, defined pillars. Her calves sculpted, deep grooves of muscle forming as her body carved itself. Her torso followed. Her waist stretched, her abs tightening, hardening as they formed into a perfect, chiseled six-pack. Each muscle etched itself into her stomach, rippling as she moaned through the sensation, her hands gripping at her body as if she could feel the sheer density growing beneath her skin. Her shoulders widened, her upper body shifting into something commanding, something undeniable. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her arms. ->tall muscle 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmhh~… Oh, this… this is perfect~"''] Her voice dripped with satisfaction, her fingers trailing over her newly formed muscles, pressing, testing, flexing. Then [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] sat up. And everything about her commanded the room. She was huge. She was tall, broad, undeniably powerful—but still beautiful, still flawless in form. She rolled her shoulders, and each muscle shifted, the new mass flowing effortlessly beneath her skin. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I feel… incredible."''] Her hands flexed, her biceps tightening, and a small laugh left her lips. She tilted her head, gazing at her reflection in the lab’s polished surface— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And smirked. ->tall muscle 4]]

And suddenly, the air in the room changed. She was tall. Not towering, but undeniably above you, bigger in every sense. Her shoulders wider, her body more solid, her posture brimming with dominance. The soft, delicate girl from before? Gone. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Hmmm~"''] She stepped forward, deliberate, slow, each movement fluid but brimming with strength. Your instincts screamed at you to step back. But you couldn’t. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She was already in your space. ->tall muscle 6]]

She reached out, and before you could react, her massive hand was on your chest. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Wow~ You feel… smaller."''] Her fingers spread wide, pressing against you—palm easily covering more of you than before. You tensed. She noticed. And she loved it. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Come on, don’t be shy~"''] Her other arm flexed, just slightly, and you couldn’t help but glance at the bicep that formed in response. She caught you looking. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She grinned. ->tall muscle 7]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Oh? You like these?"''] She raised her arm, rolling her shoulder back as she gave a slow, sultry flex, the muscle hardening, rounding out, the definition perfect. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I don’t blame you. They’re pretty amazing, aren’t they?"''] Before you could even think of retorting, she moved in closer. And then— She wrapped her arms around you. Tight. Firm. Unshakable. Her body pressed against yours, warmth radiating from her solid frame, her chest just slightly above yours. It wasn’t just a hug. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[It was a statement. ->tall muscle 8]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmh~ You feel so small in my arms now~"''] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] squeezed, just slightly—enough to make you feel the difference. (text-colour:magenta)[''"I could just… keep you here forever."''] Her grip loosened, just a little— And before you could even process what was happening, she tilted your chin up— And kissed you. Deep. Commanding. Her strength, her dominance, her new power—all of it was poured into the kiss, her lips sealing against yours, her hold keeping you from pulling away. Your breath hitched. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your mind whirled. ->tall muscle 9]]

Then— Her body swayed, and suddenly, the strength in her grip wavered. Her muscles relaxed, her posture slackened, and she collapsed forward. You stumbled, barely managing to keep her upright as her weight pressed into you. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Nnn… guess I overdid it…"''] Her voice was sleepy, dazed, her body fighting exhaustion as the effects of the serum settled. You grit your teeth, trying to haul her back to the bed. She was heavy now. Not in a way that felt unwieldy, but in a way that made you fully aware of how much muscle she had packed on. By the time you finally managed to get her onto the mattress, you were panting. She lay there, sprawled out, her breathing deep and steady, her chest rising and falling slowly. You ran a hand through your hair, staring at her new, powerful form. You swallowed. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What the hell had you just witnessed? ->Growth aftermath]]

Her breathing hitched. Her back arched. Her entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring. Veins surged across her thickening arms, her biceps swelling, pumping larger with every thundering heartbeat. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Nnnngh—"''] A deep, guttural moan tore from her lips as muscle packed onto muscle, her once-athletic frame now ballooning into raw, uncompromising power. Her triceps flared, corded like steel cables, pressing against the lab bed, her forearms thickening, veins snaking along their surface like live wires feeding into her ever-growing strength. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And then— ->muscle muscle 1]]

Her pecs surged forward, pressing against the fabric of her strained nightwear, her delts rounding out into thick slabs of mass. Her shoulders broadened, stretching outward—wider, thicker, heavier—forcing her entire frame to expand to support the mass piling onto her. The metal bed beneath her creaked violently, her growing quads pressing against the mattress, their shape shifting, sculpting into deeply striated, colossal slabs of might. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Oh… f-fuuhhh—ahhh!"''] Her core tightened, and her abs clenched hard—each muscle in her midsection pressing outward, thickening, deepening, a carved, chiseled masterpiece of raw muscle density. One. Two. Four. Eight— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Each brick-like ab sharpened into perfection, sweat gleaming down the valleys between them as her body burned with heat.->muscle muscle 2]]

Her thighs exploded outward, their sheer mass ballooning, teardrop quads flaring as she unknowingly flexed, the deep cuts and separation of her muscle fibers on full display. Veins coursed down her hamstrings, bulging against the skin as her legs thickened even further, forcing her hips to widen just to accommodate the sheer scale of her transformation. And then— Her frame buckled— Her entire body surged upward, height shooting up.... ''160cm… 165cm… 170cm!'' Her expanding muscles demanded more space, stretching her bones, joints, and ligaments as they forced her taller, broader, more monstrous in size and power. (text-colour:magenta)[''"H-Hahhh! More—!"''] Her calves exploded with size, turning into diamond-shaped ridges of pure might, flexing involuntarily as she kicked downward, nearly sending the lab bed off the floor with the force. Her traps rose, thick ridges of muscle connecting her neck to her boulder-like shoulders, her once delicate figure now an unstoppable monument of raw, pulsating strength. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And finally— ->muscle muscle 3]]

Her arms pulsed one last time, her biceps peaking like mountains, veins snaking across their hardened surface. Her fists clenched. Her chest heaved. Her entire body trembled, her mind drowning in the high of absolute power. The transformation slowed, her massive form finally stabilizing. She lay there, panting heavily, sweat trickling down the deep valleys of her powerful musculature, her nightwear barely hanging onto her massive frame. She swallowed, her breath ragged, eyes wide as she took in her own reflection in the lab’s metal surface. She looked unstoppable. She felt invincible. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And she couldn’t stop smiling. ->muscle muscle 4]]

The lab was silent. Except for her breathing. Deep. Heavy. Measured. You stood frozen, staring at the behemoth before you. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] shifted, testing her new form, flexing her thickened arms, rolling her massive shoulders, every motion causing her new muscles to ripple and shift like coiled steel beneath her skin. Then, she sat up, the metal bed frame warping slightly, struggling to contain the sheer mass she had just packed onto her body. Her traps rose with the movement, biceps flexing involuntarily, and the sight alone sent a shiver down your spine. She grinned. (text-colour:magenta)[''“Hahhh… this feels amazing.”''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Her voice was husky, breathless, tinged with undeniable satisfaction. ->muscle muscle 5]]

Then, with zero effort, she planted her thick, muscular hands on the bed— And stood up. You staggered backward. The air shifted as she rose to her new height, but despite her being slightly shorter than you, the sheer width of her upper body cast a shadow that felt impossibly massive. Enormous. Her biceps alone looked larger than your head, her delts rounded like boulders, her pecs and boobs pressing visibly through her stretched nightwear, while her quads flared outward, their deep muscle separation creating valleys of power down to her diamond-shaped calves. She rolled her neck, a lazy smirk forming on her lips, the barest motion sending a cascade of rippling muscle shifting across her back. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Then, she looked at you. ->muscle muscle 6]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''“You’re speechless."''] She tilted her head, stepping forward. (text-colour:magenta)[''“Admit it. This is hot."''] Your mouth opened, but words refused to come out. She laughed, a deep, sultry chuckle that sent goosebumps up your spine. Then— She moved. Her arms shot out, and before you could even react— She grabbed you. Effortlessly. Two firm, strong hand wrapped fully around your torso, lifting you clear off the ground as if you weighed nothing at all. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She wasn’t even straining. ->muscle muscle 7]]

You gasped, hands gripping at her thick forearms, feeling the unbelievable density of her muscle, your fingers barely able to dent her hardened physique. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] held you there, above her, her smug, predatory grin widening. (text-colour:magenta)[''“Bet I could crush you now,”''] she mused, squeezing ever so slightly—not enough to hurt, but just enough for you to feel the raw strength behind her grip. Your heartbeat spiked. (text-colour:magenta)[''“But you’re lucky I like you.”''] And then, with almost no effort, she spun you around—one hand on your waist, the other sliding around your back—and pulled you flush against her. The hard, chiseled wall of her abs pressed into you, her pecs practically engulfing your vision, her massive biceps flexing slightly as she held you in place. (text-colour:magenta)[''“Mmm… you fit perfectly against me now.”''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You tried to push away, but—nothing. ->muscle muscle 8]]

She was solid. Unmovable. She laughed again, a sound low, husky, teasing. (text-colour:magenta)[''“I can tell you’re enjoying this.”''] She perked up slightly— Lips inches from yours. Your breath hitched. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Then— ->muscle muscle 9]]

She collapsed. Her massive frame suddenly went slack, and you barely had time to react before her full weight dropped against you. Your knees buckled. You staggered, gritting your teeth, trying desperately to hold her up— But she was too heavy. The two of you tumbled onto the floor, her unconscious, powerful body completely smothering you. For a moment, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely overwhelmed. The warmth of her massive body pressed against you, the weight unlike anything you’d ever experienced. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What the hell just happened? ->Growth aftermath]]

The lab monitors beeped erratically, flashing warnings across the screen. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you stared at Jenna’s unconscious form, the rise and fall of her chest becoming heavier, deeper, more pronounced. It started with a low, breathy moan, her body twitching slightly, fingers curling against the sheets as if grasping onto something unseen. Her muscles tightened, her jaw clenching, her breathing turning ragged as the transformation took hold. Her biceps tensed. Veins surfaced. Her arms thickened, the definition becoming sharper, lean sinew blooming into denser, fuller muscle. Her shoulders broadened, the curve of her delts rounding out, giving her an aura of undeniable strength. Her triceps thickened, a hard cut forming between them, the raw power beneath her skin unmistakable. Her quads bulged next, their deep, sculpted lines pressing tightly against the bedsheets, her calves sharpening, the once-delicate curves of her legs replaced by undeniable, powerful shape. She let out a low, guttural groan, her back arching, traps swelling, her core tightening into a sculpted, flawless six-pack. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And then— ->muscle curvy 1]]

The growth slowed—but then it changed. Her frame stretched. Her legs lengthened, her torso elongating, every inch of her new powerful physique expanding upward. ''160cm… 165cm… 170cm…'' The bed creaked and groaned, the sheets pulling taut around her enlarging body, her once compact stature now replaced by something undeniably statuesque. You watched, enthralled, terrified, and mesmerized all at once. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[But it wasn’t over. ->muscle curvy 2]]

A softness spread through her body. A lush fullness blossomed across her chest, her boobs pushing out, shifting from pure hardness of her pecs into a perfectly balanced mix of strength and plush femininity. Her hips flared outward, a new luscious curve forming, complementing the powerful frame she had just sculpted. Her butt swelled, tight and impossibly full, a blend of firm athleticism and sheer, overwhelming presence. Her thighs thickened, but not just with raw muscle—with subtle, alluring plushness, a combination of power and softness that made your breath hitch. She let out a satisfied exhale, the transformation finally slowing, her massive form sprawled across the lab bed, her once loose nightwear now stretched to its absolute limit. A short moment after— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She opened her eyes. ->muscle curvy 3]]

The moment her green eyes locked onto you, you knew you were in trouble. She stretched luxuriously, her new, impossibly perfect form shifting, the tight nightwear struggling to contain her towering mix of power and seduction. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmm… Now this is what I call an improvement~"''] Her voice dripped with sultry amusement, each word slow, drawn out, like she was savoring the moment. Before you could utter a word, she moved—faster than before, fluid and impossibly graceful despite her newfound mass and power. Her hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist, her grip firm yet deceptively gentle. (text-colour:magenta)[''"What’s the matter? You look… overwhelmed~"''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You barely had time to process her words before she pulled. ->muscle curvy 4]]

With zero effort, [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] yanked you forward, your balance completely failing as you stumbled—straight into the plushest, softest, yet undeniably firmest embrace you had ever felt. Your face buried into the deep valley of her chest, the warmth of her skin searing against you. The softness was deceiving—beneath the lush curves, you could feel the unyielding strength of her core, her chest, her arms wrapping around you. Then—she squeezed. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Your breath hitched, your entire body engulfed in a hug that felt both divine and utterly inescapable. ->muscle curvy 5]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Ohhh, I can feel you squirming~"''] Her tone was dripping with satisfaction, her voice like honeyed velvet, every syllable meant to taunt, tease, and entice. Her hands roamed, one tracing the line of your back, the other pressing you further into her, ensuring you felt every inch of her new form. (text-colour:magenta)[''"So much power… and yet, so much softness~"''] She tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet hers. Her lips curled into a smirk, her crimson eyes alight with hunger—not just for dominance, but for you. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[You're done for now... ->muscle curvy 6]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmm… I knew you’d like this version of me~"''] Her arms loosened, her body swaying slightly—and then, just like that, she collapsed. You barely managed to break her fall, her full weight pressing into you, nearly crushing you beneath her sheer size and mass. It took everything you had to drag her back onto the bed, her body limp, her expression peaceful, utterly satisfied. You stood there, panting, staring down at her, your head still spinning from everything that just happened. And then a single thought crept into your mind. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What in the hell just happened? ->Growth aftermath]]

She kissed you. No hesitation. No restraint. Her lips crushed against yours, hot, fervent, and utterly consuming. Her tongue slipped past your lips, deep, demanding, her entire body pressing into you, her curves molding around you, her strength keeping you locked in place. Your knees nearly buckled—but it didn’t matter. She was holding you up, holding you still, holding you completely. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[By the time she finally pulled away, you were breathless, lightheaded, thoroughly overwhelmed. ->muscle curvy 7]]

At first, it was just a shift. A slow, sensual tremor rippling through her sleeping form, a soft, subtle stir—nothing out of the ordinary. But then— A sharp, sudden gasp tore from Jenna’s lips as her entire body trembled, her back arching off the lab bed as if an unseen force had just grabbed hold of her and pulled. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Ohhh—!"''] Her voice quivered, laced with a mixture of shock, pleasure, and something dangerously close to bliss. Her hips surged outward, the soft swells of her thighs thickening, rounding, pressing into the mattress with an obscene plushness. Her waist remained tight, but the contrast only made the sudden explosion of curves below it even more jaw-dropping. Her chest swelled next, rising like an unstoppable tide, the fabric of her nightwear strained, stretched, the sound of threads snapping filling the air as her breasts surged forward, plump, full, and utterly dominant in size. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The bed creaked in protest. ->curvy 1]]

You weren’t prepared for this. You couldn’t be. There was no warning, no chance to react—only the absolute wall of softness crashing into you like a tidal wave of sheer, irresistible excess. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] moved fast. The moment she stirred, the moment her lush, impossibly curvy new form came alive, she didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, her arms wrapping around you, her newfound weight pressing into you, and suddenly— You were gone. Drowned. Suffocated. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Engulfed in warmth, in silken skin, in impossibly plush curves that swallowed your entire being like a bottomless abyss of pure femininity. ->curvy 4]]

Her back arched again, her breasts heaving, her hips subtly grinding into the mattress, as if she was luxuriating in the sheer sensation of her own unstoppable growth. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Ohhh, I feel so good~"''] She moaned, her fingers running down her newly softened waist, over the vast expanse of plush curves, feeling every new inch of herself. The lab bed groaned in agony, the once-spacious surface now laughably small beneath her overwhelming presence. Finally, her body settled, her breaths coming in slow, deep waves, her skin glowing with a heat that refused to fade. She lay there, a goddess of indulgence, a monument to soft, irresistible excess, her full lips curling into a satisfied, sultry smirk. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Now this… this is perfection."''] (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And for the first time—you couldn’t even argue. ->curvy 3]]

Her luscious thighs now spilled over the edges, her hips so wide that the mattress beneath her seemed utterly inadequate. (text-colour:magenta)["Mmmmh—''haaah~''!"] Her breathing hitched, deepening, each exhale heavy, heated, as if the sheer rush of her own transformation was intoxicating her. She writhed, her newly thickened legs rubbing together, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her already overwhelmed senses. But she wasn’t done yet. Her spine lengthened, her limbs stretched, her entire body surging upward— ''160cm… 165cm… 170cm—'' (text-colour:magenta)[''"Yesss—More!"''] Her hips flared out further, her thighs thickening again to match her newly added height, the curve of her rear lifting slightly as if sculpted to perfection, the full weight of her new form settling into absolute, unparalleled excess. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The fabric of her nightwear finally gave up, tearing at the seams as her voluptuous new frame refused to be contained. ->curvy 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmhh~! Sooo soft, right~?"''] Her voice purred from somewhere above, her chest completely enveloping your face, her hips pressing, shifting, rolling against you, as if she was deliberately molding you into the depths of her figure. Every movement, every breath, was like being pulled deeper into an inescapable embrace—her arms firm but not forceful, her softness overpowering without being overbearing. She wasn’t dominating you. She was consuming you. Her thighs closed in, her pillowy hips shifting to cradle you, the warmth of her body wrapping around every inch of you like a perfect, living cocoon. It was too much. You twisted, squirmed, gasping against the sea of curves—only to finally break free for air, your head snapping up, lungs desperate for oxygen. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And then— ->curvy 5]]

Lips. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmm~!"''] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]]’s mouth was on yours before you even had a chance to comprehend it, a hungry, indulgent kiss that melted what little resistance you had left. Her plump, soft lips pressed against you, molding perfectly as if they were meant to be there, her warm breath mixing with yours, the faintest, teasing moan vibrating through her chest. Your mind blanked. Your knees buckled. She tasted like warm honey, her scent intoxicating, her arms winding around your shoulders, pulling you deeper, deeper— (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And, just as suddenly, she let go. ->curvy 6]]

A wicked giggle tickled your ear before— SQUISH. Before you could even register what was happening, you were gone again. Pressed back into the overwhelming softness, drowned beneath her yet again, her laughter vibrating through you like an inescapable lullaby. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Oops~! You slipped~"''] You didn’t. She yanked you. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And, she wasn’t letting go. ->curvy 7]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmmh~! You’re sooo warm~"''] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] squeezed you tighter, her hips shifting, her thighs pressing, her soft, massive chest swallowing you whole as she snuggled you deeper into the endless abyss of plushness. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. The room was gone—the world was gone—all that existed was her. Her sweet scent, her soft skin, the gentle yet inescapable weight pinning you down, drowning you in pure, smothering bliss. But then— A sigh. A shudder. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[The grip around you weakened.->curvy 8]]

[[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] let out a heavy, breathless moan, her entire body trembling as if she were coming down from an overwhelming high. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Oooohhh~ I feel sooo… haaahhh… drowsy…"''] Her head lolled to the side, her arms slackened, her massive frame shifting as she let out one final, satisfied sigh— And then— Silence. She was out. Just like that. The sudden weight shift gave you just enough room to move, and instinct kicked in. With the desperation of a man who had escaped a collapsing building, you twisted, pushed, scrambled, clawing your way free from her suffocating embrace. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[And finally— ->curvy 9]]

With a final, desperate heave, you tumbled back onto the lab floor, landing on your back, panting, disoriented, and utterly wiped out. You just… barely… made it out alive. Heart pounding, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, staring at the unconscious goddess of excess sprawled across the lab floor. Her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, her thick thighs slightly parted, her arms lazily sprawled over her ridiculously expanded curves, as if she were lost in the deepest, most satisfied slumber imaginable. She was completely, utterly knocked out. You exhaled sharply, running a hand down your face. Your pulse still hammered, your skin still burned from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being completely consumed by her. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[What in the hell just happened? ->Growth aftermath]]

You were already on your feet, voice thick with concern. (text-colour:blue)["How are you feeling? Are you okay? Don’t try to get up yet—you passed out from exhaustion yesterday. We’ll be running tests to make sure everything’s alright."] [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] blinked drowsily, her expression dazed—almost innocent. (text-colour:magenta)[''"Mmh… my head is fuzzy, and I feel exhausted…"''] She rubbed her temples, her voice soft and lethargic as she exhaled heavily. (text-colour:magenta)[''"What… happened yesterday? I don’t remember a thing."''] A knot twisted in your stomach. You hesitated. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Because you remembered everything. ->growth aftermath 2]]

The growth. The way she came at you. The way she pressed against you, overwhelmed you. That moment of madness, when her hormones surged and she lost control. But it was just that—a moment of uncontrollable instinct, not something she meant to do. Right? …Right? So you spared her the details. You gave her the clinical summary, the rational explanation—the growth, the serum’s delayed effects, how her body responded in a way that was… extreme. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[However....->Growth aftermath 3]]

If you had been watching closely— You would have seen it. The faintest twitch of her lips. The slow curl of a grin. The flicker of something deep and dangerous behind her half-lidded gaze. She remembers everything. (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She knows exactly what she did. ->Growth aftermath 4]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''"That’s… a lot to take in…"''] she murmured, voice still laced with drowsy sweetness. A lie. She wasn’t processing it. She was calculating. Because last night, she wasn’t just growing. She was testing you as well. And now, she knows exactly how far she can push things. How far she can push you. And next time… (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[She’ll push ''further.'' ->Act 2 preview]]

(if: $tall1 and $tall is 2)[(go-to: "very tall")] (else-if: $tall1 and $curvy is 1)[(go-to: "tall curves")] (else-if: $tall1 and $muscle is 1)[(go-to: "tall muscle")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $curvy is 2)[(go-to: "curvy")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $tall is 1)[(go-to: "tall curves")] (else-if: $curvy1 and $muscle is 1)[(go-to: "muscle curvy")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $muscle is 2)[(go-to: "muscle muscle")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $tall is 1)[(go-to: "tall muscle")] (else-if: $muscle1 and $curvy is 1)[(go-to: "muscle curvy")]

End of Act 1. But not to worry. [[Jenna->Jenna stage 2]] will be back. (text-colour:red)[''Bigger.... Stronger..... Curvier!''] And she is coming to get you! So stay tuned for act 2: (text-colour:red)[''Jenna unleashed'']. (link: "Explore other routes?")[(reload:)]

<img src="images/title.png"> (t8n-arrive:"fade-up")+(t8n-time:1s)[[Start game->LA intro]]