You froze in place. You're a Queen?
At least that's what the dwarfs say, apparently, the gloves you picked in the gym contained the spirit of an ancient Dwarf queen, which merged with your own and reshaped your body into a strong, athletic and curvy short teen.
You see frescos and murals depicting an armour-clad short woman with ancient weaponry followed by an army of dwarves. You feel a sense of pride by this, and a sudden urge crosses your mind. To claim your rightful throne. You try to move, but you can't, since you're tied up.
You make a new attempt to break the ropes again, your muscles tense, your veins show up, pumping rich blood through your arms, and you clench your teeth as you turn red from the pressure. The dwarves just watch, impatient and expectant.
After agonizing seconds where your strength was at its peak, you slightly loose the ropes. The dwarves gasp in surprise, as you start breaking the rope, fiber by fiber, your arms now turning red and a wiry mess of tendons, veins and muscles.
You roar as you exceed your own physical limits, and finally break the rope. The dwarves cheer and shout, you stand up, all your muscles shaking, and panting to get enough oxygen for your powerful lungs and body.
You knew no human could do such a feat. You, a slightly chubby muscle teen girl had way more strength than an adult male.
Unknowingly to you, your body's strength triggered a spell on the dwarf room, you're worthy of becoming the all-powerful dwarf goddess. You shiver, as the walls and your body start to glow. A beautiful hat/crown/helmet materializes itself on your head, you gasp as a storm of knowledge breaks into your mind, eyes glowing blue with power, now you know way more fighting styles and strategies than could beat everything the humans could do, dwarven is now your mother tongue, and your clothes are slowly morphed into armor with various plates and cloth, and a beautiful skirt. Your wrists and ankles protected by small armor plates now. Your muscles swell slightly, it's fibers becoming dense, and each one harder than steel, your hands and cyan painted nails become even harder and sturdier, thanks to your new dwarf race and their incredible new strength. Your breasts are the same, but they are pushed forwards by your diamond-hard pectorals. Your ass gets bouncier and perkier, your thighs and hips becoming stronger, and toned. And finally, your feet get sturdy and big, but petite and perfect in a dwarf scale.
Your whole body is now 100 times stronger, your bravery and strength, combined with the Ancient Queen's spirit made you worthy of a deity status.
You stand up, the dwarves look up to you.
You know your destiny was to conquer, raise the dwarves as the superior beings and take over the human world.
"My people". You say in dwarven. Your voice now even more powerful and loud, with a slight echo. "The time of Man has come to an end. I, your Queen and Goddess Lisette, will command you into the conquest of their world, and start the prosperous era of the dwarves!"
Your dwarves cheer, and you smile, proudly. You know you're capable of leading, and you will do.
While your people cheer, you walk over to your throne and sit down, your fat ass making everything the most comfortable spot ever, and your muscles making it creak. As the new dwarf goddess, you think about what you should be doing.