Robin finished rummaging around the clearance box in front of her. Sorting through all the cans to see which ones peaked her interest. “Nope, nope, nope.” She said, tossing cans to the side as she went. At last Robin picked out a can that she liked. “Locoa? Oh from that dragon show!” She said, putting the can to the side and putting the rest of the cans back. As she was putting the cans back, she didn’t notice a defective label fall off the can. She picked it up and walked towards the register, ready for the convention that awaited her the next day.

Robin slid the curtain closed after stepping into the changing booth, Cosplay Can in hand and ready to go. “I just need to spray myself right? Here goes nothing.” Robin said, giving herself a long spray down. Robin’s white hat began to flatten out into a simple pink snapback, two holes poking through the fabric as it pressed down on her head. Robin felt her hair begin to part as two large horns began to grow out from her head, passing through the holes in her hat and curving upwards. Robin’s hair began to change next, it’s black hue starting to brighten into a nice blonde. Her hair started to grow longer and drape down her back, turning a shade of blue at the tips and turning green as it got closer to the roots. Robin looked in the mirror provided to her and watched as her yellow eyes began to change. One eye turned green with a black retna, the other turning purple with a yellow center. Robin was shocked with the next change. Her gloves, jacket, and necklace began to melt together into her purple tee shirt. Her shirt began to turn back as it became an incredibly baggy tank top.  Robin gasped as her waist suddenly cinched together, the small amount of mass contained there shooting up to her now growing breasts. Her bust kept growing and growing, making the tank top feel less baggy by the second. Robin wrapped her hands around the taught tanktop containing her new breasts. “I could get used to this… if they weren’t so unrealistic.” She said, giving them a couple squeezes. Next, Robin’s hips and thighs began to grow out, her jeans struggling to contain her new lower body and her butt plumped up. “Shit, I don’t wanna ruin my favorite jeans.” Robin began to worry. The feeling didn’t last long as her jeans split apart and began to change like her shirt. A good chunk of her jeans stayed the same, becoming a nice pair of jean shorts that hugged her new body shape nicely.  The rest of her jeans became black and see through, forming into tights that wrapped around her now thicker legs. Robin’s black shoes turned pink as they became tennis shoes, marking Robin’s change into Lucoa complete.

Robin gave herself a once over in the mirror. “Not bad, not bad at all. Especially with a body like this.” She said to herself, appreciating her curves. “Since nobody can recognize me like this, I wouldn't mind if I was a little bit bigger though.” Robin thought as she left the changing room.

As time went on, Robin had made her way around the convention center a couple times. With each lap, it felt like she had more and more people looking at her. “Man, this stuff worked wonders. I’m drawing everyone’s attention!” She thought with a smile on her face. Unknown to her, as she exited the changing room and people began to look at her, her curves began to grow. With each stare, her body grew more and more out of proportion.  Her bust soon began to sag and bounce with every step she took, her ass shaking as well. Robin was completely unaware of these events, even as her knees began to bounce her breasts with every step. Robin’s pace slowed as her breasts got too big and dragged on the floor, her tank top stretched out to the max.

After hours of dragging her breasts around unknowingly, Robin suddenly realized what was happening, as if a fog had cleared from her head. “What the hell?!?” Robin shouted, losing her temper as a crowd gathered around her.

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“Hey Maggie, did anyone buy a cosplay can from the clearance bin today?” Mark asked his coworker.

“Yeah I did, she’s pretty bold for picking a defective can on purpose.” She said with a snicker, flipping the page of her magazine.

“I don’t think she did.” Mark said, holding up a warning sticker. “Warning! This cosplay can is defective! May cause sudden growth in chest, hips, thighs, and rear areas.” Read the sticker.

“Ehh, it’s fine. If anything, they’ll be able to call back and we can give them their money back.” Maggie said, still without a care in the world.