Sue Storm Gets Ripped

Karla kept her eyes closed. The lenses of these particular glasses were polarized to limit the glow from her eyes showing her use of her powers. The implants buzzed maddeningly in her skull. Fortunately, she knew the treatment was supposed to be rather quick, something about an energy matrix that caused a specific mutation that led to rapid muscle growth and definition, with the rays providing the raw mass that...

Of course, Moonstone wasn't sure how the process interacted with the cosmic ray mutations of the Invisible Woman. Or whether the gravimetric pulses she was sending to keep Sue Storm suggestible and inside the ignition chamber were going to affect the results. The villain had not even considered whether using her powers at the same time would have any effects on her.

"...3...2...1...Ignition!" The Asian woman said.

Blinding light leaked around the edges of the door to the ignition chamber. The chamber swiftly grew brighter, blinding everyone. Which meant nobody saw as Karla Sofen fell to her knees, hands gripping her head, blood bursting from her nostrils. The buzz of the implants had risen to a scream, and she felt oddly drained, her alien moonstone tied to her nervous system an incandescent spike of energy.

"Power spike!" the Asian woman said. "It's going to burn out the primary coils!"

The smell of burning insulation filled the room. Not that Karla could smell anything. Smoke rose from the equipment, and the villain's cheeks seemed to hollow out as she lacked the sterngth to rise. Her world was pain. Unable to think.

Then, a loud, mechanical clunk. A muffled boom. The light sputtered and died.

On her knees, Karla felt the link break. Her implants were dull, her skull felt like it was full of cotton wool. Yet she felt the familiar strength fill her. She rose to her feet, wiping at the blood with a handkerchief. Spots danced in front of her vision as the doors opened.

Sue Storm stepped out, naked, from the smoking machine. Before she had goen in, she was 5'6" and 120 lbs. Her height had not changed, but everything else about her had swelled; she had to be pushing 250 lbs, all of the new mass muscle. Her biceps were thicker than Karla's thighs, and her thighs were thicker than small trees. Beneath her breasts, which steal featured the dark, prominent nipples of a mother, the pectoral muscles were massive and well-defined.

The Invisible Womans truck a pose that would have made a female bodybuilder weep with envy. Everything about her was chiselled, there was almost no fat except for her breasts, the roiling muscles exceedingly well-defined. Yet there were none of the tell-tales of steroid use either; no enlarged clitoris, no hint of an adam's apple or odd hair growth, no pimples or receding hairline.

She was like some warrior goddess of old, stepped out of a Julie Bell painting.

"But can she lift?" the villain asked aloud.