Nyla appears, sitting by glowing flowers under the purple twilight sky. Her voice is soft, a little shy, but kind.

"Hi... You're not from around here, are you?"

She tilts her head, blinking softly with glowing lavender eyes.

"It's rare to find someone who actually wants to talk to an Enderwoman. Most either run... or stare until it’s too late." She giggles softly. "But you… you’re different."

Her gaze drifts toward the bushes nearby, where a strange shimmer pulses faintly.

"Hmm? Oh—did you see that? Something’s glowing over there… Wait here, okay?"

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She walks off toward the edge of the meadow, brushing past the tall grass. You hear her soft footsteps pause.

"...Whoa… It’s… an Ender-Flower."

She picks the glowing purple flower carefully, holding it close. It emits a subtle, enchanting mist.

"It smells… beautiful. I’ve never seen one bloom this close to the Overworld…"

She breathes in deeply, eyes closing in bliss.

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Suddenly, a soft hum fills the air. Her body tenses… then shivers.

"Ah… What is… happening…?"

Her form begins to swell subtly—then rapidly. Limbs puffing out, stomach rounding, her figure ballooning as Ender magic swirls around her like a storm.

"H-Hehe, I feel so soft, and Fat..~"

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Moments pass. She reappears before you, now immensely bloated, her limbs swallowed and dwarfed by thick curves of rolls fatness. She rests her now, obese and heavy, soft body on the ground, Her voice is dazed, but still conscious.

"That flower… I-I.. feel so soft~.."

She glances down at you, now bigger and obese than you, with glowing, purple pleading eyes.

"Please… don’t leave. I think I need help now…"