She clearly wants to change further. He is caught off guard by the silky quality of her last vocalization. So feminine. So... eager.
Against sane judgement, he raises the spray and gives his mosquito woman another spritz. Enough to start her process again. And then just as quickly, he gives her a second. She looks down in shock, soaked with the purple chemical, and then looks up at her changer.
“Mmmmm.” She approves.
She sits on her rear, abdomen trailing out behind her, and once more she begins trembling. She lowers her head to her chest, hands gripping the top of the table tightly, this time the build up must be more intense, legs hanging over the edge, feet curled, and with a start, she positively explodes with growth.
Far from the little spurts she had experienced up until now, the insect grows spectacularly, audibly stretching and popping as her body is forced to enlarge at a rapid pace. She throws her head back, her hands grip the table tighter, and to his amazement she lets out a cry.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” The growing mosquito creature groans. “Yes!”
Her voice is tiny and high pitched at first, but she is nearly four feet tall now and fills the top of the table with her increasing size. Desperately, she grabs for him with her hands, and he picks her up, finding her much heavier than when she had just been standing in the palm of his hand. She eagerly wraps her legs around his waist, her bottom arms around his torso, and her top arms around his neck.
He watches with amazement as she grows against him. Her figure is slim and exaggeratedly female, formed breasts rising on her chest, though as hard as the rest of her body's natural armour. He feels a heat under his thighs and looks to her abdomen, now trailing out like a long tail behind her and reaching beyond his knees. With a start, he realizes where the heat is coming from: her sex organs.
“Yesss...” She whispers. “More... bigger. Bigger!” Her proboscis has split into an upper and lower section, perfectly forming a clear mouth and long slim jaws. On the upper portion of her jaws, she still retains her blood sucker, but tiny teeth and a long tongue are emerging in her mouth.
She is now as tall as an average human woman, saddling his crotch with her strangely beautiful insect body. She looks down to him, her shimmering orange eyes glossy in the light, still expressionless, and he sees the faintest hint of a smile pull at the corners of her new mouth.
“So...” The mosquito woman says, her voice clear and lusty, sensing his mood. “Are you prepared to explore my new body, my creator? Would you like to give it a thorough examination?”