This is... unexpected
That was one of the first things that Miranda thought upon waking up, becoming quickly aware of the changes to her body. The raven-haired beauty stood inside her cabin, right in front of her large mirror which she was using to inspect her new self.
After being confused for a good full minute, Miranda had calmed down to examine her body, trying to find the cause of her transformation. Her omni-tool was already busy scanning her vitals for any anomalies.
Miranda hummed as she saw some of the results; a new height of 6'4" as well as a larger muscle mass, contributing to her musclebound figure. She could say with certainty that she didn't feel any negative effects.
In fact, it was the complete opposite.
The omni-tool's report stated that her body had improved in every way possible. She was healthier, a better immune system, an increased vitality, much more stamina, etc. The list went on and on. Even her biotics felt stronger than before.
Miranda looked at the mirror, her gaze washing over her own body. Rippling muscles moved beneath pale skin and skintight material, displaying every curve and definition all over her frame.
The ex-Cerberus operative hummed curiously as she poked at her left arm. The round bicep that stuck out to due to its size wasn't soft at all, but incredibly firm instead, feeling solid to the touch. Miranda flexed it slowly, watching the muscle mass expand before deflating.
PING
She looked down at her omni-tool; the projected screen was illuminating a thick, vascular forearm as the analysis was completed. Miranda immediately began reading the information.
"Mhm, it looks like my DNA was altered. Some sort of unknown virus - most likely from the planet we previously visited - infected me while I was planetside, and it forced me to undergo a physical transformation." Miranda said to herself as she digested the new intel.
The bodybuilder-sized woman glanced at her muscles, which were as big as a professional bodybuilder's, if not slightly bigger. Every inch of her body was packed with dense muscle fibers. Her chest was incredibly broad, as was her back, and Miranda was grateful for that.
As much as she loved her blessed assets, their increased size would have been hell on her back were it not for the strong muscles that she now had. She would never have back pain again now that she had a tapestry of muscle cords for a backside.
Miranda smirked as she looked at herself, "Well, this wasn't planned, but I can't say I don't like it. This feeling of power is... quite intoxicating, I must say."
Somehow she didn't have a single problem with the virus and what it had done to her body. If anything, she felt better than ever, and saw the change as a blessing.
This was an evolution; her human body had ascended, achieving a more superior form that benefited her. Miranda chuckled as she clenched a fist, watching the tendons in her forearm tense tightly and swell. She wasn't lying about the power that she could feel in her muscles.
The tall woman turned around to get a better look of her backside. What she saw did not disappoint; defined muscles could be seen through the tight suit, which had somehow survived her transformation.
Well, except for her chest area, where more than enough cleavage was displayed. She didn't care though, thinking that her body deserved to be looked at in awe.
"These seem to be bigger too." Miranda smirked as she patted her left buttock.
Both of her ass cheeks were incredibly round and firm, thanks to her evolved glutes. The ex-Cerberus operative took note of how powerful her thighs seemed, and most likely were.
Still, she had to consider what she would do now. No doubt everyone aboard the Normandy would be surprised by her new appearance, but Miranda had no interest in simply standing by; she wanted to be more.
Miranda's mind suddenly decided that following Shepard was no longer a good option anymore. After all, why should she listen to an inferior creature like him? All humans - as well as aliens - were inferior to her. They just weren't on her level.
The raven-haired beauty flexed both of her arms, watching them explode in size as the muscles tensed and grew. Thick veins could be seen as they pumped more blood into the hungry muscles. Her triceps flared out, and her biceps brimmed with power.
Even her biotics acted up; an intense blue glow surrounded her arms, cackling with untapped biotic potential. Miranda just knew that not even an Asari matriarch would ever be as powerful as her now.
Miranda ended the pose as she walked over to her desk. Each step caused her quads and calves to bulge and ripple beneath the tight suit that clung to every curve of her amazing body.
It was time for her to take over the Normandy. The mere thought of serving alongside inferiors was revolting to her; they should be serving her instead.
But perhaps the females could help.
Miranda knew that the virus must have affected her mind as well, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She embraced her new instincts, which told her that she could gain the other women's assistance rather easily, as long as she infected them with the virus before making them submit to her.
A sinister smile formed on her beautiful face. By the time the day was over, every woman on the ship would be a superior amazon; just like her.
And under her leadership, they would achieve great things.
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