Wife_in_the_Nexus

"Jenny to control room, we have a bit of a problem here. It's growing a bit faster than we had~umph~ Then we had anticipated. Go ahead and....vrpphh...Mmmphh..."

"I'm getting more transmissions from her but they just sound like muffled humming. Not really sure what she's trying to say."

"Oh well, let's just crank it up some more..."

Jenny has found herself in this place of her own accord. But that's not to say that she is entirely willing here. To be clear: she doesn't have a vore fetish, she doesn't want to puffed up into a balloon. The thought of being zapped into a pair of undies or a vanilla cupcake does nothing for her. She's never wondered what it would be like to get herself buried up in quicksand. And yet, Jenny's husband enjoys all of these things. And so reluctantly...with much prodding... nagging and begging really... here she is. In order to make her husband happy (and perhaps shut him up for a while) she is here to try this place out. What's the worst thing that could happen?