Tanya's thighs thicken and thicken, to somewhere between double and triple their normal size, her hips widening slightly, mostly for accomodation. Her jogging pants start to strain as the expansion slows down. She still sleeps.
Doesn't look much taller, Cindy thinks.
She caps the perfume and checks the label. It says "HipThigh (+)", not "Height (+)"-- an honest mistake at quick glance.
Cindy chuckles softly at this comic error, and looks to her box of perfumes again.
Then at Tanya.