Stick Around - 1:55min (Patreon)

She threw a forklift.

One arm. High heels. Red leather like she dressed up for the occasion.

The forge sparked behind her. She didn't flinch. Grabbed the thing and sent it flying across the factory floor like it owed her money.

"Stick around if you like what you see. There's a whole other side of me you don't want to miss."

She wasn't lying.

There's something about watching someone that powerful just exist in a space that wasn't built for anyone like her. Heels clicking on concrete. Sparks framing every pose like the factory itself is afraid to look away. A sign on the wall reads FORGE 7B. Not her forge. Not yet. Give it a minute.

The real moment is when the muscles start growing. Arms that were already impossible get bigger. Legs that were already absurd become something science hasn't named yet. No screaming. No strain. Just growth. Like her body gets bored and decides to outdo itself.

That final pose. Sparks and fire erupting behind her. You're left trying to figure out if she's the hero, the villain, or just the most terrifying person in any room she walks into.

This one's built different. Literally.

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