with slow, gradual changes

Moments later, Jennifer and I found ourselves back outside the store, the newly acquired trophy hanging from her neck, its delicate chain glinting in the sunlight. We had agreed to one last stop on our way back. I honestly couldn't wait to get back to the hotel, but since this one was a biergarten, I really didn't object the extra walk. Jenny moved ahead with a spring in her step. Somehow, the visit to yet another shop had invigorated her.

"You will definitely love this. The place looked amazing on Insta." She gushed, then continued jokingly "Best steak in the Bundesland of Baden-Württemberg."

"As long as they have seats and beer, I'm happy." I commented, having to make an effort to keep up with her. We rushed passed a quaint looking alleyway, hardly giving it a second glance as Jennifer paced onward with determination. "Hey, what's with the hurry?"

"Hurry? I'm walking normally," she responded playfully, her voice taking on a slightly deeper tone. "Anyway, I do feel a bit peckish. Come on, you can rest when we're there, slowpoke."

As we continued walking, I couldn't shake the feeling that Jennifer had somehow grown taller. Her pants, previously loose-fitting, seemed to ride slightly higher, revealing a glimpse of her ankles. Her stride was longer, more purposeful, and her movements exuded a newfound power.

Intrigued, I decided to test my theory. Discreetly, I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder. To my surprise, my hand met with a firm, toned muscle that felt surprisingly different from the delicate touch I was accustomed to.

As we reached the biergarten, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity. We settle into our seats, the aroma of roasted beef fills the air, mingling with the scent of fresh-baked bread and the cheerful chatter of the crowd. The terrace, surrounded by medieval overhanging balconies adorned with lush greenery, is bustling with activity. Several maids in variations of the traditional dirndl outfit scuttle about with drinks and food. I try to get their attention, succeeding in getting a girl with ample cleavage to our table. Putting an effort into keeping my eyes focused on hers, and ignoring the grin on my wife's face, I order drinks and appetizers.

Jennifer, her eyes sparkling with excitement, eagerly orders several plates of food, devouring each with gusto as soon as it arrives.

While Jennifer cleans her plates with impressive speed, I take my time savoring a bratwurst and a few beers, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and the warm sunshine. As we finish up, Jennifer lets out a contented sigh, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

"That was delicious," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I haven't eaten that much in ages."

"I can tell," you reply with a chuckle, noticing the empty plates before her. "You've got quite an appetite."

Jennifer laughs, a melodic sound that draws the attention of a nearby group of people. "I guess I was hungrier than I realized," she says, her cheeks flushed with a hint of color.