*BUMP* As you carelessly ran down the hall, you rushed into someone. The both of you fell straight to the floor. You didn't lose your consciousness from the accident, but you back was starting to fell sore. The person you bumped into was unconscious at the moment. As you sat up, you looked to see who it was.
It was Dr. Abigail Osborn. You've worked with her before on previous projects. She had on a pair of glasses, but you remembered seeing her pretty green eyes before. Her long ponytail, made out of her orange-red hair and as long to reach her hips, were covering her own breasts as she still laid. She was were a white lab-coat, same as you, with a black tanktop and skirt inside it. On her legs were a pair of red, high-heel dress shoes, each with a stocking-covered foot in them (stockings are knee-high, btw).
“Mmmm...” Abigail groaned as she awakens. She notices that you were staring at her. “Oh, I'm sorry about the collision. You're not hurt?” You replied with a no. The both of you stood right up, with Abigail standing at her 5'4” height, or higher because of her heels. She also had a nice figure. Her breasts were b-cup sized, she had a slim waist, and her hips were at least a little bit wider than her shoulders. While nothing seems to have happened yet, the both of you remembered why you all were running around.
“Oh Crap!!” She exclaimed. “The virus is loose!” The both of you started to run again. However, in a short amount of time, Abigail stopped running, with you stopping not much farther ahead. You saw that she wasn't feeling confident.
“What's the use?” She said in a depressed tone. “That virus may have already spread here. We may have already inhaled it. The agents are just going keep multiplying, and everyone on this planet will be infected. I think we're all screwed.” Then you witness her almost tumble downwards. She was able to to keep from falling on the floor, but she doesn't look to well. It's like she was coming down with a flu or something. “I'm starting to feel warm,” she said. “Is the Gr-0w starting to take its effect?”
You've watched her starting to change. It seemed like the bottom of her skirt was starting to rise higher up her leg. You could see her knees revealing themselves, little by little. The sleeves of her lab-coat were showing more of her arm. It even seemed like her head was inching higher.
“I knew it,” Abigail said. “I'm growing!” You couldn't deny it. She was growing, slowly but surely.
Are there any other changes happening as she grew?
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