Natalie’s life looks normal for like five minutes and then absolutely refuses to stay that way. She’s this shy-looking clerk in a tiny pharmacy in a new city, trying to remember where every damn box is stacked, and at the same time she’s secretly scribbling crazy alchemy notes in the back room instead of doing boring inventory. That “small pharmacy” vibe is just a cover; the real fun starts when she finally gives in to the idea that if nobody is going to make her feel strong, big, wanted, she’s just going to brew that feeling herself. The moment she drinks her first potion and realizes her muscles are actually swelling out under her clothes, her arms tightening her sleeves, chest pushing her uniform buttons to their limit, you can feel her brain kind of glitch between “oh fuck this is hot” and “oh shit I can’t show myself like this outside.” Which, obviously, means she shows herself like this outside. A lot.

What I really enjoyed is how her power trip stays messy and horny instead of heroic. She’s not saving the city, she’s flexing in front of the mirror, one hand cupping her growing tits while the other slips down her skirt, watching herself in this blurred reflection as her abs pop and veins crawl up her biceps. Sometimes she overdoses a bit and her body goes past “fit” straight into “thick muscle goddess with cat ears,” with her tail twitching every time someone in the shop accidentally brushes her chest. And yeah, that happens more than “accidentally,” there’s a whole scene where a cute regular girl pretends to check her own pulse while basically groping Natalie’s pecs, then just gives up pretending and buries her face in those huge boobs while Natalie lifts her like she weighs nothing. The kinetic novel style keeps it simple to follow: click, read, click, get slammed into another horny scene where she’s getting her nipples sucked through a half-buttoned top in the stockroom, a vibrator buzzing between her thighs while she’s trying not to moan loud enough for the old guy at the counter to hear. The humor swings from stupid pun levels (a “performance enhancer” potion that only enhances how loud the ahegao faces get) to this perfect timing where she tries a transformation mix that should make her “more appealing” and instead turns her partially into a monster girl with claws and glowing eyes, then the next girl who walks in just goes, “holy shit you look hot, can you pin me to that fridge?” and Natalie, already dripping and breathing heavy, absolutely does. Exhibitionism hits hard too, like when she has to stay in the shop while her potion is still active, muscles pumped, top tight, nipples hard, and a catgirl customer starts teasing her, sliding fingers under her waistband, telling her she looks like a superhero porn knockoff. Natalie ends up grinding on the counter, one hand on this girl’s ass, the other squeezing her own thigh just to feel that firm muscle. You get lesbian tongue action, toys pulled from “medical supplies,” lube disguised as ointment, and those ridiculous ahegao moments where her eyes roll back as she’s riding a strap-on strapped to a smug muscle girl who looks like what Natalie wants to be in her filthiest dreams. It’s all text and art, no choices to worry about, so you just ride the wave of her experiments getting more perverted: from private masturbation sessions with a hand mirror under her skirt to full “I’m locking the door and using you as my test subject” scenes, where the nerdy girl that came for vitamins walks out barely able to stand, thighs shaking, neck marked, and Natalie’s flexing abs shining with sweat. The tone flips between horny comedy and “I can’t believe they drew that” filth fast, like she’s awkward and blushing one second, then slamming someone against storage shelves and groping them hard enough to leave finger marks the next, panting, drooling a little, eyes wide in that stupidly hot ahegao expression that makes it clear these potions are not just about muscles anymore.