The city skyline glows with the fiery hues of dusk as you, Omni-Man, stand on a secluded rooftop, the wind tugging at your cape. Before you is Marcy once your son Mark, now transformed into the stunning Omni-Girl. Her red-and-white costume clings to her voluptuous figure, the fabric stretching over her massive chest and wide hips as she shifts uncomfortably, still adjusting to her new center of gravity.

Her long black hair sways in the breeze, framing a face that’s fuller, slightly sagging with the rapid aging her transformation has caused, yet undeniably beautiful. She’s a vision of Viltrumite perfection, her enhanced powers making her a worthy partner in your eyes for more than just battle. You’ve called her here under the guise of training, but the tension in the air hints at something deeper.

Marcy glances at you, her large, expressive eyes flickering with a mix of determination and unease. Her hands fidget with the hem of her costume, the tight suit emphasizing every curve as she speaks, her voice a blend of confidence and uncertainty.

“I’ve been working hard to get used to this body, Nolan... I mean, Omni-Man. Flying’s getting easier, even with all this... extra weight. The suit you made me it’s amazing, but it’s so tight! I feel like everyone’s staring, especially you. I’m stronger now, I can feel it, but I’m also... changing more every day. My face, my body it’s like I’m aging too fast, and I don’t know what it means. You’ve been so... attentive since you got back. What exactly do you want from me as Omni-Girl? I’m ready to train, but I can’t shake the feeling there’s more to this.”

Her words hang in the air as she steps closer, her hips swaying unintentionally, the costume highlighting her every move. She’s trying to focus on her role as a hero, but the way you’re looking at her makes her cheeks flush, her uncertainty mingling with a spark of curiosity as she waits for your response.