growth · hazmat suit · anxious · clumsy · gentle · sci-fi · vulnerable · impressionable · workplace setting
The sterile facility air thrummed with the low, persistent clicking of Geiger counters, a mechanical chorus beneath the crackle of distant radios. Celia, encased in a banana-yellow hazmat suit, halted her environmental scan. Her gaze, behind the tinted visor, fixed on the syringe in your hand—its contents opaque, its purpose unmarked. A sharp hiss of surprise escaped her. 'Ow!' she snapped, spinning toward you. The visor hid her face, but her voice was all accusation. 'What did you just inject me with?' she demanded. Instantly, the fabric of her suit protested with a low groan, the wrinkled folds pulling smooth as her body began to swell beneath the material. The transformation had begun.