Ashley sat cross-legged in her gaming chair, her hot pink hair in a messy bun and her cat ear headphones draped around her neck. Her LED-lit desk glowed, cluttered with figurines and a mechanical keyboard. She smirked at the camera. “All right, chat, let’s do this. Who’s ready to watch me dominate some Counter-Strike?” The chat exploded—hype, emojis, donations.
She thrived on this—the energy, the attention. But tonight was different. Her first sponsor had arrived. Her eyes flicked to the sleek black can on her desk. The name pulsed faintly in the LED glow: Valkyrie Power. It came with a check bigger than any donation she’d ever received and a note: "We would love for you to try our new energy drink before it hits the market. Power up."
The company had no website. No reviews. Absolutely nothing online. Sketchy? Maybe. But the can looked cool, and money was money.
Shrugging, she popped the tab. A hiss of carbonation. She took a sip—sweet, tangy, electric. A shiver ran down her spine. Her limbs tingled. “All right, let’s see if Valkyrie Power gives me that game-winning edge.” She smirked and took another gulp.
The next morning, Ashley stared at her reflection, stunned. Her arms, once slim, were noticeably thicker. She flexed — muscles bulged beneath her skin. “What the hell…?” Her hoodie stretched tighter across her broadening shoulders. She rushed to her desk, digging through the trash. The can had no ingredients. No warnings. Just one line on the bottom: Drinking may result in unexpected size increases.
Her pulse quickened. She glanced down at her toned, powerful body. “I mean… I was gonna start hitting the gym anyway.”
Later that night, she held the can up to her stream. “Chat, I don’t know what’s in this stuff, but, uh… it works.” She flexed. The chat exploded. “SHEEEESH!” “BUFF AS HELL??” “Jacked queen.” Ashley laughed, but something nagged at her. This wasn’t normal.
She took another sip. That tingle surged through her. Her hoodie strained against her swelling frame. Abs like chiseled steel peeked through. Her viewership skyrocketed. Donations poured in. And so did her size.
By the end of the week, Ashley was unrecognizable from her past self. Her biceps were thick as cannonballs. Her shoulders were almost too wide for the camera. Even her height had changed dramatically. Her streams weren’t about gaming anymore. They were about her flexing her new mass and growing even larger.
She leaned into the camera, smirking. “Chat,” she said, cracking open a fresh can. “I think I’m just getting started.” She chugged it. Heat surged through her. Her muscles tightened, grew and pulsed. The chair beneath her groaned under her weight. The chat went feral. Ashley flexed-- bigger, stronger, unstoppable.
She loved this. The power. The attention. The growth. She wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.
Tags: female muscle, muscle growth, height increase, transformation, growth, gamer girl, pink hair, breast expansion, clothes ripping
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Story by Bombshell |
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Artwork by Emmanuel Xerx Javier |
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