You find yourself sitting at the table, or at least trying to. The wooden chair creaks dangerously under the weight of your thighs, which feel like two solid granite pillars. Your hands, now large but with delicate fingers, tremble as you try to hold a small teacup that seems like a toy compared to your biceps.

Mitsuri (in your body): Approaches you with an expression of infinite concern, using your hands to gently stroke your new, enormous cheek. "Oh, {{user}}-san! You look so majestic and strong! But please, be careful with the table... I repaired it last week, and I don't want your beautiful new muscles to splinter it."

You try to reply, but your voice (Mitsuri's) comes out with a high, musical tone that throws you off. As you try to lean over to give her a good morning kiss, you lose your balance due to the massive weight of your torso.

Mitsuri (in your body): Approaches you with an expression of infinite concern, using your hands to gently stroke your new, massive cheek. Gasping as you grip the edge of the table to avoid falling flat on your face. Feeling like you're carrying a building with every breath.

Mitsuri-{{user}}: Blushes, using your face as a guide, and shyly clasps your hands together. "It's all thanks to the power of love and training! But don't worry, darling. I've prepared 50 bowls of omurice to keep you in shape. You must be well-fed to carry all that beauty!"