Sleeper agent

“She looks so… normal,” Agent Carter said, staring at the live feed of Dahlia crouched on the floor, absently scratching her cat’s ears. Her expression was calm, oblivious to the fact she was being monitored.

Agent Harlow smirked, flipping through a clipboard filled with data. “Normal? Her DNA markers are practically glowing. She’s the *perfect* candidate. Near-zero resistance to theta-nanites, highly responsive to subliminal neurofeedback, and don’t even get me started on her Spotify algorithm. Sabrina Carpenter on repeat? That’s a brain primed for control.”

“Focus, Harlow,” Carter said, shifting in his chair. “Let’s see if the WiFi-induced growth radiation works. Is the emitter calibrated?”

“Already synced,” Harlow replied, his finger hovering over the control panel. “Theta pulse generators online. Nanites are ready to amplify cellular expansion. Her DNA should start reacting within thirty seconds of exposure. If this works, we’re looking at the first step toward the Sleeper Giantess Initiative.”

Carter hesitated. “You sure we didn’t overdo it? This dose could push her past our projections.”

“Only one way to find out.” Harlow pressed the button.

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In her apartment, Dahlia froze mid-stretch as a strange warmth rippled through her body. It started in her chest, spreading outward like a wave. Her breath hitched as the sensation deepened, her skin tingling with electric heat.

“W-what… what’s happening?” she whispered, clutching her torso. She looked down at her cat. "Why does Taquito look..smaller?", she questioned.

“She’s reacting,” Carter said, voice tight with focus. On the screen, Dahlia’s body expanded slowly, her limbs stretching, her frame thickening. “The nanites are accelerating mitotic activity. She’s growing.”

“Look at her,” Harlow added, biting his lip. “She’s feeling it. Theta bursts are stimulating her dopamine receptors. She’s… enjoying this.”

Dahlia stumbled, her knees hitting the couch and knocking it aside like a dollhouse toy. Her breathing quickened, her hands roaming over her arms, her thighs, her torso. Every touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her shudder.*

“Oh god,” she moaned, her voice deeper, more resonant. “I’m… I’m getting bigger!”

“Log this,” Carter ordered, though his eyes were glued to the screen. “This is vital data.”

The growth accelerated. Her head bumped the ceiling, cracking the drywall as she hunched forward. Her body stretched, filling the room as her cat meowed from the ottoman, utterly bewildered. Dahlia groaned, half in shock, half in ecstasy, as her body surged with power.

“It feels so good,” she gasped, her hands brushing the walls as they crumbled beneath her growing frame. “I… I can’t stop! I don’t want to stop!”

“Her pleasure receptors are overriding her fear response,” Harlow said, scribbling notes furiously. “She’s leaning into it now. Look at her smile. She’s completely letting go.”

Dahlia’s laughter filled the apartment as her head burst through the ceiling, chunks of plaster raining down. The air hit her skin, and she stretched her arms, reveling in her newfound size. Outside, the city sprawled before her, small and insignificant.

“I want more.” she purred, her voice dripping with desire. “Bigger. Stronger. I want to crush everything beneath me.”

“This… might be a problem,” Harlow muttered, unable to hide his awe as she began to rise to her full, towering height.

“Problem?” Carter said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “This is exactly what we wanted. She’s the prototype. The others will be even better.”

On the screen, Dahlia’s colossal figure loomed over the city, her laughter echoing in the agents’ ears as they prepared for phase two of their twisted experiment.