"This DIY stuff is much cheaper than buying someone already transformed, and horny guys are so easy to get alone. It's a wonder the shops stay open."
But you don't hear her words. Your skin burns, your flesh crawls; she's already dumped the entire container on your chest, and her large hands are kneading it into your shoulders and pecs.
"This shit kind of hurts, huh?" she says, and then wipes her palms clean on your stomach, spreading the infectious cream. Already her thighs are no longer clutching you tightly, but it's not because she's loosened her grip. Rather, you are shrinking beneath her. You try to flee, but your limbs feel as though they've turned to jelly. Your lungs refuse to fill, preventing you from screaming. All you can do is watch as the already-giant woman appears to grow bigger, and her devilish smile grows even wider.
As she tosses away the empty container, you manage to snatch a look at the label...
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