"Are you sure this is fine? These glitches are unpredictable," you ask nervously as Gwen leans against the railing, acting confident.

"Relax! I’ve got this," she says, rolling her eyes. "It’s just a multiverse hiccup—nothing I can’t handle."

Before she can finish, her body spasms violently. She stumbles, clutching her stomach.

"What the hell—?! Oh shit!" she yells as her legs stretch unnaturally, her thighs thickening until they shred through her suit. Her height shoots up from 1.65 meters (5'5") to nearly 2 meters (6'6") in seconds.

"No, no, no!" Gwen screams as her chest surges forward, her A-cup bust expanding to a massive F-cup. The fabric strains and tears, exposing the black undersuit beneath. Her shoulders broaden, her biceps swell to the size of grapefruits, and her hips widen dramatically, splitting the rest of her suit.

"I look like some kind of goddamn Amazon!" she shouts, staring at her reflection in a nearby window. Her waist stays narrow, making her now exaggerated hourglass figure even more pronounced.

The rooftop groans under her weight as she paces, now standing 2.3 meters (7'6"). Her thighs are so thick they brush together, her abs like carved marble, and her arms look powerful enough to snap steel.

"What’s happening to me?! I feel... strong... like I could punch through a skyscraper!" she says, clenching her fists, cracking the cement beneath her feet. "But look at me—I can’t even move without ripping something!"

Her breathing slows as the growth finally halts. She glares down at you, panic still in her eyes. "This can’t be permanent," she mutters, trembling. "I can’t stay like this! I mean, my suit is ruined, my chest is huge, my thighs—goddammit! I’m supposed to fight crime, not look like... this!"

She grips your shoulders, her strength almost crushing. "Tell me you’ll help me fix this. Please."