The air in the sterile, blue-lit laboratory was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery. Arcueid stood alone, adjusting the sleek, charcoal-grey experimental bodysuit she had been tasked with testing. It felt perfect—lightweight, flexible, and responsive—until she noticed a small, glowing red indicator on her wrist.

​Confused, she pressed a finger against the blinking light. "That shouldn't be there," she muttered, a red question mark appearing over her head as she tried to recall the manual’s instructions.

​In an instant, the suit's internal systems went haywire. A deep, mechanical Grcccw~th echoed through the room as the material began to groan under immense internal pressure. Before she could react, the suit didn't just expand—it surged.

Within seconds, the slim, athletic silhouette was gone. Her torso ballooned outward, her chest and hips expanding to massive, spherical proportions that strained the high-tech fabric to its absolute limit.

Arcueid’s expression shifted from mild curiosity to pure shock. Her eyes widened, and a sharp red exclamation point appeared beside her head, mirroring her alarm as her arms were pushed outward by her own rapidly growing form..for her it felt weird, yet it feelt very good