Aria was all smiles as the green, supposedly-poisonous gas invigorated her. The fumes caused her lungs to ache, sure, but that uncomfortable feeling was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of energy that welled up within the asari’s body.
However, the surprises didn’t just end there. The woman’s muscles began to flex and shift, fibers squirming as they started to expand! It happened almost too quickly for Aria to comprehend. One moment she was coughing due to the gas, and the next she found her whole body expanding.
The pirate queen’s limbs packed on more mass by the second. Her legs bulked up with each breath she took, quads becoming huge blocks of sinew and hamstrings growing firmer. Together they helped increase the width of her thighs by an incredulous amount. Within seconds, her legs almost touched each other, as her thighs rapidly grew more muscular. Even her calves became bloated with hard, dense fibers. Her boots creaked dangerously as they were forced to accommodate the fist-sized muscles.
Up above, slender yet strong arms turned into intimidating weapons of destruction. Aria’s biceps ballooned to professional bodybuilder levels of muscularity, and her triceps certainly didn’t miss out on their fair share of growth. Both upper arms were engorged with newfound strength. Small veins spread out like a virus, before thickening; some as big as a pencil. Aria flexed her fingers while her forearms became twice as thick as their previous size. Again, the veins shifted to compliment her expanding physique.
She looked down at herself, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Aria couldn’t help herself. That fool, Urak, had thought to kill her with his invention, but ended up empowering her!
Even she could enjoy the sweet irony here.
The transformation was not yet done, however. And it was fair to say that she could participate in those human bodybuilding contests by now. Her musclebound arms displayed excellent definition, which was shared by her bulging delts; the latter as round as melons, but as striated as pumpkins. The sleeves of her jacket were ripped asunder. Bits of purple, flawless skin poked through as the muscles pushed outwards.
By the goddess Athame’s naked blue tits! Aria felt amazing! The sheer pleasure of her body growing, as more strength filled her entire being, was exhilarating.
More tears appeared on her back, followed by the revelation of solid lats and traps. These muscle groups were perfectly detailed. Aria’s traps rose upwards as if trying to reach the very heavens, while her lats spread out like the mighty wings that would carry her there. Numerous lines of definition were etched into her back that kept on getting wider.
The other side of her torso grew as well. Two slabs of asari beef created a pectoral cleavage that only a full-fledged workout freak could attain. Tiny veins dotted the muscular expanse, also covering abs harder than granite. Aria soon sported a six-pack of immaculate design. In fact, it bordered on being an honest-to-goddess eight-pack but wasn’t quite there yet. But it was still more than most gymgoers could show off.
Aria rolled her now-massive shoulders as the growth began to slow down, due to the gas swiftly dissipating. Clearly it was not meant to remain in the air for a prolonged period of time. A shame. She was getting used to this wonderful experience!
“Well? Is she dead yet?” Grunted Urak, confused.
His comment was echoed by his underlings, who similarly stared at the cloud of gas with curiosity. They didn’t have to wait long.
When the gas was finally gone, Aria remained standing – and more! The asari had clearly grown by a few inches, giving her the average height of a turian. What stood out more than that, however, was the muscular physique that would make bodybuilders take notes. Every inch of her form was covered with sinewy mass. Be it her bulging biceps as big as grapefruit or thighs almost as wide as her waist.
“Why don’t you come down here and find out, Urak? I’d love to give you a demonstration of your little pet project.” Grinned the ecstatic asari.
“What in Kalros’ name?!”
The astounded look on the mercenary leader’s face amused her to no end. She reached for the torn sleeves of her jacket, tearing them off with a simple tug of her muscular arms. Even a simple action like that caused them to flex angrily. While there were probably bigger people out there, it was safe to say that less than half could compete with Aria’s definition. Every muscle was seemingly crafted by a master artist.
But Aria didn’t need to fear for her attractiveness despite her improved physique. Her waist remained narrow enough, while both her ass and breasts had expanded in tandem to give the ruler of Omega an hourglass shape. Strong, sinewy glutes helped perk up her butt, which had also increased in size. And atop her thick pectorals rested two breasts that would have an asari matriarch blushing.
Her new appearance certainly had an impact on the Blood Pack. Aside from confusion, there was plenty of fear to be found among their ranks. The vorcha – or at least those who weren’t complete morons – glanced nervously at each other. Only the krogan were mostly befuddled, with only a select few shifting anxiously where they stood. Urak was nowhere as scared, though. Infuriated would be a better description for what the krogan mercenary felt.
“Surprised?” Aria openly mocked, raising one of her arms. She began to slowly flex said limb; her muscles danced in response, striations creasing as her bicep swelled to its full and impressive size. “You shouldn’t be. Not only can’t you properly kill me – failing miserably in the process – but you give me more strength to crush your skull with. Ha! Once I’m done with you and your minions, I’ll take that new gas grenade project for myself. And I’ll make sure to use it to brutalize even more of your kind, Urak.”
“Can’t trust those damn salarians to do their work properly!” Urak yelled in outrage. His voice boomed across the warehouse, all the while Aria smiled smugly. “It’s a good thing that I shoved them out of the airlock a few days ago. Worthless – the whole lot of them! Ugh, no matter. It’s still just one weak, puny asari bitch. Kill her already!”
The vorcha and krogan immediately complied, already rushing forward to meet their foe head-on. Aria merely flexed her muscles in response as adrenaline flooded her mind. She would enjoy crushing these moronic upstarts with the power they’d inadvertently given her!
Somehow, probably in response to said chemical reaction, her body was once more flooded with raw energy and power. Another inch was added to the circumference of her biceps and thighs. Aria couldn’t help but smile sadistically. She’d experienced many forms of power before, but this was the most euphoric of all.
Aria summoned her biotic might in response to the first wave of vorcha, led by a krogan warrior, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her biotics were stronger as well. More dark energy answered her call and enveloped her in a powerful barrier. Blue light shone around her form like a beacon in the night. A hail of bullets impacted harmlessly against it, failing to make a dent. Aria laughed.
“Prepare for a world of pain, bastards! No one fucks with Aria!”
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