Your entire body thrums with power, vibrating like a coiled spring. As you revel in the enormity of your form, in the sheer *otherness* of your strength, a deeper, hungrier urge takes root. The mirror reflects a vision of strength beyond anything human, yet something within you knows that this is still only the beginning. The symbiote knows it, too, and it eagerly responds to your desire.
*More…* you whisper, the word resonating with a low, growling demand. The symbiote shudders, almost as if it’s alive, sensing your need.
*Then become what you’re meant to be,* the voice rumbles through your thoughts, the words hot and heavy. And with a rush of exhilaration, you let go.
Another surge of pleasure floods your body, overwhelming in its intensity. Blast upon blast exits your dick as you crane your neck, eager to consume the corruptive goop. You gasp, gripping the edges of the sink to steady yourself as every muscle explodes in size, stretching and expanding. Your chest broadens, shoulders bulging wider than doors. The muscles in your arms swell even further, the veins like rivers of pure strength, each one taut under the smooth, glossy black of your alien skin.
As you grow, the ceiling seems to shrink, and you realize that you’re towering higher, your form pushing upward, muscles thickening, until you’re hunched just beneath the ceiling, easily over nine feet tall. You glance down, marveling at your enormous body, now towering at least three feet taller than your former self. Each footstep as you shift your stance feels thunderous, weighty, your body now a massive force of nature, brimming with muscle and raw power.
Your core has transformed, a ten-pack of chiseled muscle etched deep, every line a ridge of impossible strength. Every breath makes your entire torso rise and fall like some primal beast’s. You glance down at your arms - every inch a testament to ferocity, veins pulsing beneath the alien skin like thick cables, and your fingers… Now claws, razor-sharp and gleaming, each one a weapon in its own right.
Your jaw stretches as a predatory grin spreads across your face. Your teeth have transformed into fangs, jagged and monstrous, each one gleaming with an unnatural sharpness. The sight of them in the mirror ignites a thrill deep inside you - no human face could wield teeth like these. No human form could harness this kind of power.
But the transformation doesn’t stop there.
Your eyes burn with a new intensity, glowing with an alien hue that cuts through the darkness of your face, filled with something deeply, purely primal. The eyes of a creature, something beyond humanity, wild and powerful. A low growl escapes your lips, reverberating through your chest as your tongue unfurls - a thick, prehensile length of muscle, alive with hunger. It lashes out, tasting the air before slithering back toward your body. The sensation of it against your chest, sliding over the muscles and across your abs, sends a jolt of pleasure through you, every nerve attuned to the touch.
Lost in the ecstasy of your own transformation, you drag your tongue across your skin, feeling the intricate lines of muscle, every carved ridge, every bulging vein. You run it over your chest, down your abs, savoring every inch of the monstrous form that is now yours. It feels like pure electricity, each contact amplifying the pleasure coursing through you, causing a few more spurts to fly. Your body is colossal, massive, every sensation multiplied a thousandfold.
Then, without warning, the symbiote shudders again, feeding your desire, your need to push even further. You stagger, feeling a new pressure at your shoulders, just below your arms. Muscles churn, twisting and shifting, as another set of limbs begins to form. You gasp as the new arms burst forth, massive and thick, each forearm as powerful as a leg, each hand tipped with claws as sharp as your first.
You flex all four arms, each movement smooth and powerful. You feel their strength as if they’ve always been a part of you, each one controlled effortlessly. You reach out, stretching two of them upward, two out to the sides, reveling in the newfound capacity of your body, the raw potential of this monstrous form.
With all four hands, you run your claws over your body, every sensation magnified to impossible heights. Your tongue laps at your own form, winding down across your chest and abs, and a low, guttural moan escapes your throat. The pleasure, the strength, the *power*—it’s all-consuming.
You stand there, a towering, monstrous form, alive with strength, lost in the ecstasy of what you’ve become. A beast of raw power, of muscle, a creature forged from primal hunger and desire.