The mosquito woman considers his request for a moment and nods gently, if a bit nervously.
“If things begin to go wrong, I can administer a mild antidote that will reverse you to this state now.” He reassures her. “I won't let harm come to you if you show signs of excessive mutation, or pain. You're too precious to harm.”
He sets her down on the table once more, and she stands in front of him, nodding. And then she flips a humanoid thumbs up, as best as she can with only three fingers. And then she waits, her breath a little quicker, but patiently.
She watches his movements as he reaches for the spray once more, and he carefully spritzes her. “Not too much.” He explains. “The shock to your system of a heavy dosage could tear your body apart. I'm giving you just enough to see what happens, if anything.”
She nods, and moments after he soaks her down, she begins trembling again, almost uncontrollably. She looks over herself quickly, motionless eyes managing to show a hint of worry, somehow. And then she tenses as all at once she begins to grow once more!
“Remarkable! It's actually progressing you further!” He gasps, not expecting the result.
Her hands clench and her feet curl, but the mosquito woman remains standing, albeit on shaky legs. She increases in size rapidly, he can see her breathing heavily and now hear her exhaling in sharp huffs from her abdomen. Incredibly, her humanoid female shape increases in definition, her chest plate swelling forth gently, her waist growing smaller, her hips widening. She's bigger and more feminine as she grows forth.
He helps her quickly as her knees and ankles buckle. She tumbles to the table, grasping her head in pain, perhaps dizziness, and he gently rubs her back.
“You're staying as you are, darling. Just getting bigger and more defined.” He examines her from head to toe, watching her back arch on all six of her limbs, and she snaps out her wings reflexively.
She gurgles, seems to spit drool from her proboscis, and then coughs repeatedly.
“A-Are you all right?” He leans in quickly, reaching behind him at the same time to grab the reversal formula just in case she needs it.
Her abdomen breathes faster. Quick huffing breaths from within her inhuman lungs, and she shakes her head affirmative, hanging on and working through the discomfort as she grows to two feet in height. She's defining further, the swell of her chest is bigger and shapelier, her arms and legs are more shapely. Her abdomen has grown in size, her guts swelling to accommodate her new and increasing stature.
She coughs again and again, drooling more saliva, until at last it seems to clear from her proboscis. She sits up now, on her knees, and holds her longer neck in startled shock. Then she does something wonderful. The mosquito woman manages a hollow sounding rasp. In excitement, not noticing she's nearly two and a half feet tall, still growing bigger and shapelier, she tries again, and with an oddly high pitched but still female voice, she hums.
“You're getting a voice!” He realizes, amazed, and watches as his once little mosquito woman becomes a three foot tall and strangely attractive insect.
She trembles again, and once more the process slows. She looks over herself, sees how big she's become, and reels in shock.
He gulps. “You're... you're quite lovely now. And so much bigger. Can you... can you talk, darling? Are you able?”
She looks up at him, hands resting at her sides, still sitting on her knees, and flicks her wings, which now kick up a gust of air.
“Hmmm...” She hums, a strange sound all together. “Mmmm!” She hangs her head and seems dejected. She lets out an annoyed sigh from behind her. “Unnn unnn.” She hums.
In unison, they both look to the spray and then at each other.
“I'm sure another dose won't hurt you...” He smiles.
“Mmmm.” She hums, the tone taking on an almost seductive tone, perhaps.