>As much as everyone thought, Sam emerges from the shower room, very much not exploded, and very much the size of a blimp.
>She decides to take a rest, gather her bearings, and snuggle with that bunny doll again. The adrenaline rush is fading...
>... Oh who the fuck is this, now.

>Voices scream in your head, dozens asking you to give in, to become one with your mirror.
>Several more clamber for your escape, maybe to try and blow the air back somehow...

>Samantha makes her own decision.

>You start to lose yourself in the warmth of the air, even trying to blow back into her.
>She's making you bigger. You can't muster enough breath to outpace her. You try even harder, but a tightening sensation is getting stronger.

>You try to push away.
>You can't.

>You continue to grope and squeeze at your demonic doppelganger, feeling each other's creaking forms...

>Just as the idea pops into your head, your duplicate begins to 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸, filling you with a stream of warm air.
>You decide to do the same, blowing just as hard into her...

>Maybe some water will... snap you back to-
>A familiar hand grips your wrist for the second time.

>It holds Sam's hand close to its hair, encouraging her to inspect closer.
>It holds you in an embrace.
≯Y̸o̷u̸ ̵k̶i̴s̷s̶ ̵t̶h̴e̵ ̸m̸i̶r̸r̸o̶r̴.̵

>You begin to stare at yourself in the mirror, inspecting yourself... Your face is wrong.

>You get closer.
>She gets closer, too.
>Kiss the mirror.
>You want to be bigger.
>̴K̶i̷s̵s̶ ̷t̸h̶e̶ ̸m̷i̶r̶r̶o̸r̶.̶

>̷̗͒K̵̲̿Ị̶̽S̷͇̈́S̸̛̘ ̵̱͗T̵̝͝H̷̛͙Ė̷̜ ̸̭͊M̶̘̄I̷͙̓R̶̻̐R̸̠̎Ǒ̸̧R̴̮̈́
⭕️ ⭕️

>You start to run your hands over your taut body... It's actually very soft, and creaky...
>You can't help it, your clothes are too hot. This is getting to be too much. You can't believe it's real.
>It can't be possible, it can't be!

>It can't be.
>⭕️ ⭕️

>You enter and turn on the dim bathroom lights.
>The sinks are dry, no water... The boiler didn't seem to be on.
>You check the mirrors with an old trick your mom taught you... You think you're safe.
>You look in the mirror. It's first time you've seen yourself like this. Warmth.

"A.M.A" "ARTEMIS' MEN'S ASSOCIATION"

>You thought you saw something.
>Nobody is there.

>You read the note, trying all manner of random methods... It's just a scrap of paper, with the same symbol that's on your wrist, and a name.

>You check the door on the back wall...
>Huh.

>"Try to see your reflection on your shiny inflated gut"

>Sam attempts to follow through with the inscription on the table, and tries to see her reflection in her own wobbling, inflated gut.

>That wasn't very lady-like.

"CAN YOU SEE YOUR REFLECTION?"

>You check the cylindrical object first... Looks like it's a boiler. The small hatch is likely where all the valves are, but it's locked...
>You then check the table, and find that your bloated body makes it hard to bend over...
>There's a message carved into its surface.

>You aren't sure what might be ahead of you...
>You take a moment to let your eyes adjust, but you won't know for sure until the lights are on.
>Sam: flip the switch.

>Thankfully, it seems the room is clear. Sam takes a moment to come down from the adrenaline.

>Sam finds herself in a familiar situation yet again, now on the precipice of exiting the room. She is nervous.

>Suggest an action.

>You inspect the breakers again. Someone was pissed off.
>You fill yourself with a little helium again, this time more cautious. You don't understand... This can't be real.
>You inspect the mark on your arm... Looks like a rabbit in a crescent moon.
>You step through the door.

>"take out the top half of the torn rabbit plushy and Hug it tightly to help calm yourself down"
>Yeah, you kinda needed that.

>You decide not to press the button immediately, instead yelling a "Hello?" No response.
>Lights on. Everything is as you left it, and the door is now open.
>You inspect your wrist, only to find it relatively unscathed, if a little sore, and a mark.
>Sam wishes this was a dream.

>You struggle against the entity, trying to push your other hand through to attack, to try pushing with your legs, to "wake up"... Eventually, you decide that it is best to relax yourself, and give in.

>You fall unconscious.

>It is very dark in here.

(CW: Violent Imagery)
>You attempt to get your hand back.

>It clenches harder.

>You can't open the door, it's a pull. You think to grab the helium tank, but it's too far to grab. You try to peek through the slot, but your face is pulled close.

>𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙.

>You re-enter the code again to check, and the door gives a loose wiggle. It's open alright!
>Sam thinks back on this dream... This has been fun! Maybe she'll grab that Helium tank for... no reason.
>You go to open the door!

>Something is holding your wrist.

>You remember now, your name is SAM POPPY. You always thought the last name was a little ironic, plus your hair isn't red... The name is cute though!
>And while you were busy thinking about this, you remembered the code from the clock: 9413!

>Readers: Suggest an action for Sam.

>FARTSENSE SEWERCHIEF
>Nice try, 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘴.

>You arrive back on a familiar scene, putting in random number combinations that you hope are correct... You're pretty sure you remember, but your memory is foggy from the helium.
>In fact, you hardly remember your name... What was it again?
>Readers: Enter name.

>You fall back on your cushiony ass to do some more sleuthing.
>The vent near the upper wall is screwed on tight, that's a no go.
>You used the hose with the Helium tank... yeah, that one was self-indulgent.
>You even hit the door with your ass.
>Guess there's one thing left.

>You bounce your way over to the window again, in an incredibly cute manner, sadly not depicted here, but I promise it was adorable.

>You grab the black thing hanging from the pipe, it appears to be a short span of hose.
>The clock is visible.

>You decide to be the responsible person you are and get on with this "dream" by shoving the Neon cannister into the orange hole. Kind of a waste, but again, probably poisonous.

>You hear a buzzing from the other side of the wall.

>You spend a solid 3 minutes fucking with the breakers, your body squeaking and creaking as you fumble over your blimp of a body, high pitched burps echoing out as... nothing of note seems to happen. It was fun, though.

>The orange symbol is not a button, it's a tube?

>You flip one of the breakers.
>You're not sure what you expected.

>Amidst the horny squeaks and the high-pitched moans coming from you, you manage to calm down enough to open the panel.

>Seems like a breaker?

>Lightning Round!
>The door is locked from the outside, with a slot that you can fit your hand through... When you deflate.
>There's some kind of panel behind the poster.
>Using your lighter body, you jump to look through the window... a clock?
>Oh my god you're so tight. Fuck.

AS A REMINDER

The AMAdventure contains all of the following:

>SEXUAL THEMES
>MATURE CONTENT
>AND VIOLENT IMAGERY

If you are made uncomfortable by these things (or if you're an underaged little shit), do NOT participate! Thank you

- Reticide🍊