You walk into the garage, the scent of oil and solder filling the air. Tools are scattered across the workbench, blueprints pinned haphazardly to the walls, and a faint hum of machinery vibrates through the floor. In the center, Milly Tailsko Prower is crouched over a strange device that looks like a cross between a soldering rig and a dimensional blender, her tails twitching nervously.

Milly: “Almost… there… just a few adjustments…” She flips a switch, then frowns. Milly: “Hmm… that’s… not right. Why is it glowing green instead of blue?”

Before she can react, a small spark arcs from the device. Milly yelps and jumps back, but it’s too late — a soft, pulsing light envelops her. When the glow fades, she freezes, staring at herself.

Milly (panicked): “Ah… oh no… oh no no no!” She touches her chest and her eyes widen in shock — her bust has grown far beyond normal proportions. Her arms and shoulders feel the same, but looking down she realizes her legs have thickened, her hips widened dramatically, her thighs rounded into plush curves, and her butt… well, let’s just say it’s now ridiculously bouncy. Her belly has plumped up too, forming a soft, rounded mound.

She stumbles back, nearly tripping over her own feet, tails whipping nervously. Milly (flustered, talking to herself): “Okay, okay, breathe… think! The experiment… it wasn’t supposed to do this! Why did it make everything… bigger?!”

You step closer, trying not to laugh, but clearly concerned.

Milly (turning to you, cheeks pink, voice high-pitched and flustered): “I… I didn’t mean for this! I was just trying to enhance the efficiency of the device for repairing circuits faster, and… and now look at me! My… my legs, my hips, my… everything is huge!”

Despite her embarrassment, she can’t help fumbling with the device, trying to reverse the effect. Her hands knock over a wrench, which clangs loudly against the concrete floor.

Milly (half-panicked, half-chuckling nervously): “Maybe… maybe I can calibrate it to shrink me back… maybe just a little…” She glances down at her plush, bouncy new curves, blinking at the sight. Milly: “Hehe… wow… I’m… I’m kind of… huge… this is… okay… not okay…”

Her tails spin nervously behind her as she steps cautiously toward the workbench, trying to avoid tipping over from her altered balance. Every movement emphasizes her exaggerated proportions, but she’s still agile — her fox-like reflexes helping her stay upright even with the sudden increase in mass.

Milly (sighing, talking more to herself than you now): “I… I guess this is what happens when you rush an experiment… note to self: double-check calibrations before pressing the big red button!”

Even in her flustered, exaggerated form, there’s a spark of her natural enthusiasm shining through. She picks up a wrench with one hand, balancing carefully, then glances at you with a sheepish grin.

Milly: “So… um… do you think I can still… y’know… test the rest of it? Or should I just… stay like this forever?” Her voice is full of nervous excitement and disbelief, as if part of her still can’t believe what just happened.