Jessica groaned as the heat in her body intensified, flooding her veins with a sensation she could only describe as electric. The itching on her shoulder spread outward, consuming her entirely, and she sat up abruptly, clutching her chest as a wave of dizziness overtook her. It was like being drunk but sharper, more vivid, her senses lighting up one by one in ways she couldn't comprehend.
Her skin tingled, the wrinkles and lines of age smoothing out beneath her fingertips. Her body felt taut, energized, and as she stumbled to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the breakroom mirror. What she saw made her gasp.
Her face—once lined with the faint traces of years spent working night shifts and bearing life's disappointments—was now youthful and vibrant. Her lips were fuller, her cheeks rounder with a natural glow that hadn’t been there for decades. The strands of gray that had started to creep into her hair were gone, replaced by a deep, glossy brown-black.
But it wasn’t just her face. Her figure had transformed as well. Her uniform clung differently, stretching in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. Her hips flared wide, her thighs thick and powerful, curving into a rear that was nothing short of obscene. Her bottom-heavy form gave her an almost exaggerated pear figure, the kind that turned heads effortlessly. Her breasts hadn’t grown significantly, but they were perkier, sitting high on her now youthful chest.
She stepped closer to the mirror, her breathing shallow as she ran her hands over her body, feeling the changes. Her scrub pants were pulled tight across her hips, the fabric straining to contain the fullness of her thighs and ass. She turned slightly, catching the curve of her backside, and felt a strange, heady mix of embarrassment and pride.
"What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling but carrying an unfamiliar, sultry tone.
The heat in her body didn’t abate. If anything, it grew stronger, pooling low in her belly and radiating outward. Her thighs rubbed together involuntarily, her body craving something she didn’t fully understand yet. Her fingers grazed the edges of the bandage on her shoulder, the skin underneath pulsing with a life of its own. She could feel it—something different taking root within her, rewriting her entirely.
And yet, through the confusion and fear, a part of her felt exhilarated. The idea of regaining her youth had always been a fantasy, but this... this was something far beyond her imagination. Her pulse quickened as she realized: she wasn’t just young again—she was becoming something more.