Potion of Power: Muscle Growth Goddess Destroys Everything
In the towering shadows of a bustling metropolis, a goddess of muscle stands tall. Her name is whispered with reverence—Angelmuscles. She wears nothing but a toppled house on her shoulders, her every movement causing tremors in the ground. The once-ordinary man inside her frame, now transformed beyond recognition.
The potion's effects were instantaneous. He felt his skin stretch, his bones crack as his muscles ballooned to gargantuan proportions. His shirt ripped apart like paper, revealing a mountainous torso that defied gravity. His shorts gave way next, shredding to pieces as his thighs grew wider than skyscrapers.
The sensation was exhilarating. With each pulse of power, he grew taller, stronger. The ceiling of his home groaned under the force of his might, collapsing in a cloud of dust as he emerged from the rubble. The world around him was small, insignificant—a plaything for his newfound might.
He strode through the city like a god, his footsteps causing buildings to crumble in his wake. The power coursing through him was incomparable, and he reveled in every moment of it. He lifted cars like toys, crushed skyscrapers with a single blow. The city was his playground, and he was the reigning king.
As the moon hung low in the sky, he reached up and snatched it from the heavens. It fit comfortably in his hand, a tiny orb dwarfed by his massive grip. The crowds below watched in awe and fear, unsure whether to run or bow before their new master.
Angelmuscles, the Muscle Growth Goddess, had arrived. And the world would never be the same.
