Exhausted from a day at the lab, I arrive home and dive into my true experiment. My heart pounds as I grab the tube from the drawer—my morning dose worked, and past attempts succeeded, but now I’m pushing further with a massive dose for undeniable results. No more caution—I slather it on, determined to outshine my step sister’s boastful figure and steal the spotlight at Pascal’s anniversary night tomorrow. I coat my chest frantically, eager to see the effects. Instantly, my eyes widen as a sharp, electric tingle surges through me—stronger and faster than before. Gripping the sink, I watch my skin tighten and my tank top stretch as I grow, surpassing her in size. A first burst hits, then a second follows swiftly—my chest expands wildly, a double helix of growth. The intensity overwhelms me: my nipples burn with a thrilling fire, my body buzzes, and uncontrollable arousal soaks my pants. Stumbling to the mirror, I see a disheveled, transformed version of myself—two cup sizes larger, glasses askew, tank top straining. Panting and thrilled, I realize I’ve eclipsed my sister. As I sink down, dazed by this next-level science, I know it’s worth it—Pascal’s in for a shock.