The Science Lab

You check the area for any signs of injury. At first, you think you see a whelk of some kind, but it quickly fades. You begin to feel a little sore, but not “hurt”. As if you’ve just stood up after laying down on a hard floor for a few hours. Slightly cramped, but you’ll live. You decide that it’s much safer in the control room and begin to push yourself towards the docking port. As you pull yourself through the hole, you notice that it feels a little more... cramped. Like you need to tuck in your arms and legs so you don’t scrape the sides. Come to think of it, the buttons and wires on the walls seem a bit smaller too. A few more seconds pass by, and something taps your foot. It’s your flight helmet. Only now, it won’t even fit on your thumb. Then, it hits you. Everything is getting smaller! Er, no... you’re getting bigger! And fast! Realizing your predicament, it dawns on you that if the growing keeps up, you’ll burst through the space station’s walls! The only way you can stop this is if you can somehow reverse the effects... “The Lab!” you shout, as if it suddenly dawned on you. If you can make it back in there, maybe there’s some kind of antidote. You use your now massive hands to push yourself back around. Every second that passes makes the space more and more cramped. But as you prepare to travel back into the laboratory, it hits you that you are far too large to possibly fit. That doesn’t stop you from trying, however. You desperately push against the back end of the control room, but just can’t manage to squeeze through the hatch. Unfortunately for you, the combination of your embiggened physique and twisting and turning has seemed to press your body against several of the control panel’s buttons. A blast door slams shut between the two modules, trapping you in the control room. You grimace as you continue growing outward and outward. Sooner than later, your body pushes against all sides of the station. The force is too much. You begin to compress as your body conforms to the cylindrical shape of the station module. Tighter and tighter, denser and denser your physique becomes. Eventually, though, the growing stops. The station groans and crackles, still maintaining its structure. Your face, smooshed against the door, manages to glance into the science module. And there, gently floating within view, was a syringe labeled “restoration antidote,” just out of reach. At least it is possible for someone to come and restore you. It may be a bit challenging, however, since you’ve gone and blocked the entrance! Maybe be more careful when you poke around needles next time.

Growing on you!

You have found 24 Endings out of 24!