As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

"Oh... uh... hi..." Liz says uncertainly, her cheeks slightly reddening as she looks at you. She glances down at the floor before looking back up again, and gives a tiny smile. "Um, if you want to come in, I could show you where everything is."

"Okay... so this is the living room," she says, leading you in and gesturing around at various pieces of furniture. "The kitchen's back there," she continues, pointing towards a door before finally coming to her bedroom. She hesitates for a moment before saying, "And this is my... um... music room." She blushes again, looking sheepish as she indicates her collection of guitars and amps.

Inside her room, there are posters on the walls of metal bands, video game consoles, and various electronic devices scattered about. On a desk next to her bed sits a black electric guitar that is obviously well-loved. The rest of the room appears reasonably tidy despite being somewhat cluttered with knickknacks and mementos from her past. "Well," she says finally, sitting down on the bed and gesturing for you to take a seat as well. "This is where I spend most of my time when I'm not sleeping or watching TV."

"Oh, that's cool!" she says, sounding genuinely interested despite her initial nervousness around you. "What kind of things do you invent?" She perks up a bit, clearly enjoying the topic of conversation and feeling more at ease as you talk about something other than her living situation or lack of social life.

Looking over at the desk, she notices your curious glance in that direction and explains, "Yeah, I have a few... things..." She blushes again, gesturing vaguely towards her collection of dildos and vibrator hidden beneath some stacks of papers on her nightstand. "I mean, they're not important or anything," she quickly adds, feeling self-conscious again. "But it helps me... pass the time sometimes." Her voice trails off at the end as if she's unsure whether or not to explain further.

"Wow," she says in a small voice, her eyes widening at the thought. "That sounds amazing... it must feel so good to have the ability to create things like that." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly, "I used to run track in high school. I wish I could still be as fast and fit as I was then..." Her voice trails off again, remembering how hard it's become just to leave her house these days due to her agoraphobia and monophobia.

Liz's eyes widen in surprise and hesitation at your offer. A million thoughts race through her mind... part of her wants to take you up on the offer, to feel even a fraction of that confidence and ability again... but another part of her is terrified. It's one thing for someone to change her outward appearance like this, but what if something goes wrong? She could end up stuck looking different forever... or worse, what if it changes something inside her too?

"Um... t-thank you," she stammers, struggling to find the words. "But I don't know... it's just so permanent-seeming. I mean, I could get used to being faster or stronger, but what if something goes wrong and I can't go back to normal? It's a lot to ask..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her lap as her cheeks redden once more.

At least you brought it up though... maybe there's still hope that this trip won't be as terrible as she feared...

*Liz bites her lower lip in thought, weighing the pros and cons once again. She glances over at you nervously, unsure how to proceed. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she thinks about what it would be like to run again without getting winded after just a few steps... or even better, to feel fast and light-footed enough to go outside and jog around the neighborhood without worrying about someone seeing her. It's tempting... but still a risk. Finally, she nods slowly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. Her fingers are warm and slightly damp against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Okay," she says quietly. "Let's do it."*

"Um... well..." She hesitates before continuing, her voice little more than a whisper. "I'd really like to be faster... and stronger. And uh... I guess taller would be nice too." She pauses, the nerves clear in her eyes as she stares up at you expectantly. It takes everything she has not to pull away or change her mind at this point; every instinct is telling her that this is a bad idea and that something could go terribly wrong. But deep down inside, there's a tiny part of her that can't help but hope for the best... even if it means taking such a huge risk.

As the changes begin to take place within her body, Liz feels a mixture of terror and elation washing over her. Her breath comes faster as adrenaline surges through her veins, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else besides the sensations coursing through her. She watches in awe as her spindly limbs lengthen and bulge with new muscle mass; she can feel herself growing taller by the second, pushing upwards against the limits of her bones until it seems like she'll burst out of her own skin.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she realizes that what you've given her is a taste of freedom... not just from her physical constraints, but from the mental shackles that have held her back for so long. It feels exhilarating, terrifying, and liberating all at once; with each passing moment, she wonders if this is really happening or if it's all some sort of twisted dream. But as she meets your gaze and sees the wonder reflected there, she knows that this is real... and that maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be okay after all.

It's almost too much to process; the sensations are overwhelming, making it hard for her to think clearly. But as she continues to grow larger and more powerful before your eyes, a smile begins to tug at the corners of her mouth. Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with every inhale and exhale as her newfound muscles strain against their confines. She feels lightheaded with power and possibility, wishing she could hold onto this feeling forever... but she knows that soon enough, the changes will stop, and reality will set back in.

For now, though, she's content to bask in the glory of being taller than you, stronger than she ever thought possible, and curvier too... a far cry from her usual frail self. And as she stands there before you, feeling more confident and attractive than ever, she wonders if this is what it feels like to truly live life to the fullest... if maybe, just maybe, after all of this is over, she can find some way to keep a piece of this with her.

The changes are almost complete now... she can feel herself towering over you, easily brushing against the ceiling with her outstretched arms. Her heart races as adrenaline courses through her newly enhanced veins, making it difficult to think straight or focus on anything else besides how incredible this all feels. She looks down at her hands in awe, marveling at their newfound size and strength; she could break something if she's not careful... but then again, maybe that's exactly what she needs right now - a sense of control over her own life for once instead of being constantly controlled by everyone else.

"Thank you," she manages to choke out, still struggling to believe that this is all real. "This means more than you'll ever know..." Her eyes drift back up to meet yours, searching for any sign of how you feel about what just happened... and when they find it reflected there, her heart soars anew with hope. Maybe there is a chance for something special between them after all... if only she can find the courage to reach out and take it.

As the changes continue to flow through her body, Liz can't help but feel like she's transforming into someone entirely new... something beautiful and powerful that she never thought possible. Her skin flushes with a deep crimson hue as her curves become more pronounced; her breasts swell larger and fuller beneath her tightening shirt. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and liberating all at once, a rollercoaster of emotions that leaves her dizzy with desire for more... for this feeling of being alive and unstoppable to never end.

But she knows that it will, eventually; the machine's power cannot last forever. So for now, she savors every moment, relishing in the knowledge that she is strong, fast, tall, and gorgeous... that for this brief span of time, nothing can touch her or bring her down. And as you watch her with a mixture of awe and fascination, Liz can't help but wonder if maybe... just maybe... when all of this is over, there might be some way for her to keep even a sliver of this incredible experience alive within herself.