Shatter of Power (Patreon)

I sit at my desk in the quiet office, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, when you, my boss, hand me the tiny packet of protein powder—your company’s latest experiment, you say, promising “unmatched vitality.” I shrug, tearing it open, the chalky taste hitting my tongue as I wash it down with water. “Let’s see what this does,” I mutter, smirking at you across the room.

And then—it hits. A surge, a fire, a tidal wave of power crashes through me, and I gasp, doubling over as my body begins to change. My arms swell, muscles bulging into sculpted mountains of power, my legs thickening into pillars of might, my frame stretching upward, upward, until I tower over everything. My white blouse strains, buttons popping, fabric tearing at the seams as my biceps rip through the sleeves, my chest bursting free, leaving shreds clinging by threads to my sculpted shoulders. My skirt splits along the seams, the stockings shredding around my massive thighs, hanging in tatters as my power erupts, unstoppable.

I’m enormous now, my head nearly brushing the ceiling even on my knees, my presence filling the office like a storm. Anger surges first—hot, blinding rage at the sudden loss of control, at you for giving me this. I slam a fist into the floor, the tiles cracking under my strength, and the ceiling shakes as I rise, my voice a roar that echoes through the walls. But it’s not my voice—it’s deeper, resonant, a thunderous growl that shocks even me, vibrating with raw power. “What did you do to me?!” I scream, my eyes flashing with fury, my muscles tensing as I glare at you. I see it then—the terror on your face, your eyes wide, your skin paling, your hands trembling as you shrink back in your chair, caught in my shadow.

But the anger shifts, morphs, as the raw power courses through me, a thrill I can’t deny. It’s… intoxicating, this strength, this size. I feel it in every fiber—my arms, my thighs, my core, pulsing with might greater than anyone’s, even yours, even the world’s. A shiver of pleasure races through me, and I laugh—hysterical, wild, the sound shaking the windows, my voice still that deep, commanding rumble that surprises me anew. “Oh, this feels… incredible,” I pant, my voice dropping to a sultry growl, my hands running over my torn blouse, feeling the hard, rippling muscle beneath. “This power—it turns me on, lights me up. I could dominate anyone, anything, and they’d be helpless against me.”

I kneel, my head still nearly touching the ceiling, my massive frame dominating the room, and I fix you with a wicked, knowing smile. You’re still frozen, terror etched into your features, but I see the flicker of awe, too. I rise slowly, the floor quaking under my weight, and approach you, my massive legs shaking the room with each step. I lean down, my breath warm and teasing against your ear, my voice a low, seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine. “You’ve always been a good boss, but that’s over now. I’m in charge—my strength, my will, it rules here. Imagine it—I could lift you, pin you, let you feel the heat of my power as I hold you captive, teasing you until you’re dizzy with awe. You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Helpless, captivated, mine to command.”

I laugh again, the sound echoing, my muscles gleaming under the office lights, the tatters of my clothes barely clinging to my frame. This power is mine, a force you can’t control, and I’m drunk on the possibility of what I’ll do next—starting with you.