Wriggle Nightbug, your childhood friend had been away for at least thirteen years. The last time you saw one another, she was a boyish looking smol girl. But today, on this warm summer day, she would finally get to reunite with you. "Erm, excuse me~?", you heard a very feminine voice heard from your right. And there, Wriggle stood, hands behind her back. Now standing tall at atleast 190cm in heels, Wriggle had blossomed up into a very tall, very curvy - well, portly - woman during her absence.