Masked Ambition

[Biceps108]

This is a one-shot I wrote on a whim. Could have been expanded upon, but wanted to keep it simple and straightforward. Hope you enjoy!

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The helicopter settled down gently on the makeshift landing pad. Sand and dust flew everywhere in thick plumes, forcing nearby workers to back off. The sunlight glinted and reflected against the vehicle's dark exterior. Its rotators slowly came to a crawling halt, followed by a large door sliding to the side. Two heavily armed men, clad in body armor and resembling military, quickly stepped out and formed a perimeter.

Another man came next. He wore the same armor as his compatriots, but lacked the helmet and balaclava, as well as the submachine gun that the others carried around. A large revolver was strapped to his thigh, though. His hair was cropped short; his beard trimmed to the point it was barely more than stubble; his body was that of an exercised soldier.

He looked around for a few more moments, before nodding in satisfaction.

"Area's clear. After you, madam."

The last figure to emerge from the helicopter was an elderly woman. She got out slowly, unable to move faster than she did due to her advanced age. The harsh sunlight of the desert didn't help her poor eyes either. Still, the leader of the armed men quickly came to her aid, lending his arm to her.

"Thank you, David. That's very kind of you." Even her voice sounded old; hoarse and croaky.

"Just doing my job, madam."

Elizabeth Thorne steadily adjusted to the harshness of this wasteland as she tugged at her brown vest. When her eyesight recovered, she took note of the large excavation camp that surrounded the entrance to a recently discovered tomb. There were plenty of those in Egypt, after all. Numerous tents had been erected all around the staircase leading to the gravesite. Locals milled about, performing the hard labor that they'd been hired for. They walked past tables filled with artifacts, and made their way around the assortment of vehicles parked across the dig site. There were cranes and trucks for the most part; construction vehicles. Yet there were also black cars, of which some were armored.

A safety precaution. As were the dozens of guards patrolling the camp. They also just so happened to be employees of Elizabeth, who owned the private military company that they'd been contracted to.

One couldn't be too careful out here. Although the ancient Egyptians had built their tombs to defend against graverobbers of their time, it was still a common practice around the world. Elizabeth didn't trust the workers, too. Safety checks were a regular occurrence around the campsite.

She walked forward with her entourage in tow, having spotted a stout man waiting for her.

"Doctor Abrams. A pleasure to see you again. Oh, my. Even the desert cannot seem to conquer your roguish looks." Said the grey-haired woman with a smile.

The archeologist slash adventurer laughed boisterously. The compliment wasn't so far off the mark, though. Despite nearing forty years of age, doctor Abrams remained very handsome and youthful. His body was built athletically. No doubt because of running away from enormous boulders or dodging arrow traps. He was brilliant when it came to the profession of archeology.

Choosing him to lead this expedition was a good decision on her part. And he had yet to fulfill his role to the end.

"All lies, I assure you. Even my skin is beginning to feel like sandpaper." Joked the eccentric archeologist. Henry gestured for her to follow. "But indeed, it's good to see you again, miss Thorne. I hadn't expected to meet again so soon, but our latest breakthrough demanded I contact you immediately. It's our biggest find as of yet!"

Elizabeth's eyes glinted. "Then you have found it?"

"Indeed we have." Confirmed the man with a resolute nod.

Her aged heart began to beat faster with excitement. Elizabeth was ecstatic! To think they'd finally discovered the most important artifact of all!

"Excellent work, doctor! I knew I picked the right man for the job. If it is truly everything the legends say it is, then we have made history together on this day."

"I couldn't agree more. And it's all thanks to your gracious funding." He said in return. They walked at a leisurely pace through the camp, mainly in acknowledgment of Elizabeth's age. But her mind was still sharp, and excitement radiated from her sunken, frail body. "This discovery will shake the world. In fact, I'm certain it'll be a revelation with the same impact and importance as when Tutankhamun's grave was first found. The museum I work for will salivate at the chance of being able to present this symbol of Egyptian history."

Elizabeth smiled mysteriously. She kept her gaze forward, but looked amused nonetheless.

"Of course. As you say."

It didn't take long before they reached a large tent in the middle of the camp. Two guards stood at the entrance, while two other heavily-armed soldiers – one female and the other male – kept walking around the tent, preventing anyone from entering without permission. They didn't stop Elizabeth or her entourage.

Doctor Abrams went ahead, but she halted as he entered the tent. She turned to her aide instead.

"David? Have your people carry out the little task I set up beforehand, will you? If the artifact is truly authentic, then we will need all the volunteers we can get."

The maskless officer obeyed wordlessly, understanding her cryptic command. He turned to the side and began whispering into the ear of a guard. The woman gave a sound of understanding, and turned on her radio to spread the word. Good. Elizabeth prided herself in the efficiency of her hired soldiers. These people were professionals; many of them ex-military themselves or mercenaries who had realized the benefit of working for her.

They were also paid generously in return. Elizabeth could more than afford their salaries. Although she preferred not to be a public figure, the almost hundred-year-old woman had amassed an incredible fortune that was invested in numerous businesses. The private military company under her supervision was but one of the many enterprises that operated under her name.

She then stepped inside the main tent. There was a bed on one side, and a desk on the other. The latter was stacked with texts, books, and journals. A large map detailing the surrounding area hung in the corner. But what really drew her attention, however, was the table placed in the middle of the room. Elizabeth shakingly came closer to the center. Her eyes were glued to the object lying on the table.

"May I present to you," Henry Abrams said with a large smile, "the golden mask of Isis, the mother goddess!"

So it was real. It actually existed!

Elizabeth couldn't deny the tangible proof before her eyes. It was indeed a golden mask; one that would fit over a person's eyes, much like a Venetian mask. It was decorated in black and blue that blended in perfectly with the gold. There were markings around the eye holes, resembling eyeliner. And last but not least, a magnificent jewel had been placed above the eyes. It was a beautiful ruby that seemingly glowed in the dark.

All in all, it looked beautiful. And rather pristine for something so old. Almost as if the passing of time hadn't worn it down whatsoever.

She couldn't say the same for herself, unfortunately.

"Incredible. Imagine the craftsmanship required to create such art." Said Elizabeth in awe.

Doctor Abrams nodded. "Spectacular, isn't it? I estimate it to date back to the days of the Old Kingdom. I'm frankly baffled that such an important artifact wasn't mentioned in more texts or murals. This is clearly a symbol of authority. Especially if it's named after one of the most important gods of the Egyptian pantheon."

"They clearly erased all evidence of its existence, then. Curious indeed. I believe they might have wanted to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. This tomb isn't anywhere near the Valley Of The Kings, after all."

"Maybe. It's a plausible theory." The adventurer admitted, clearly having thought the same beforehand. She didn't doubt he'd been wondering about that question for a while now. "Were it not for the map you found, we would have never discovered this place. The ancients went through a great deal to hide this mask. Nevertheless, this is a great victory for the archeological community."

Of that, she was certain. But Elizabeth knew it was mainly her victory. Her unsuspecting partner just didn't know it yet.

"Well, I do believe it's about time I tried it on."

That threw the man off. His eyebrows dipped down into a frown, as he regarded her warily.

"With all due respect, Miss Thorne. But this is a priceless artifact. A relic of the past. The cultural value alone cannot be underestimated." Henry pleaded strongly. His tone became passionate. "It's not a toy or a garment that you can just wear on a whim. We must do whatever we can to maintain its current state, and avoid damaging it. Just skin contact alone could potentially impair its ability to tell us about the past."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I wasn't asking, doctor."

"I must still protest–"

Her silent protector took a step forward, cutting off any objections that the adventurer wanted to convey. David glared Henry into submission. They were of equal strength and size, but the heavy sidearm strapped to one man's thigh shifted the odds in his favor.

"The madam says she wants to try it on. So she will." Declared David, tone brokering no argument.

The archeologist wisely held his tongue this time around. He sighed as he held up his hands in surrender, not wanting to escalate things.

She took that as her chance to continue. Elizabeth approached the table, throat dry and parched but not as a result of the heat or dusty air. At long last. She'd been dreaming of this moment ever since discovering the ancient texts that hinted at the existence of the mask of Isis.

Her bony fingers picked up the golden object with some effort. She wasn't very physically gifted anymore. And the mask was, despite its relative size, still made out of gold and jewelry. But Elizabeth managed somehow. She flipped it around before finally placing it on her face. There was nothing to keep it in place, yet it seemingly stuck to her visage like glue, defying gravity as it remained in place.

"At last... It's finally mine." Whispered the old, weathered woman.

Her carefully laid-out plans were coming to fruition. Even now, doctor Abrams remained totally unaware of the mask's secret. Only she and her most trusted subordinates did. It was a secret that defied reality, and was truly the work of something divine.

Elizabeth could sense its power. She closed her eyes, focusing on that mysterious pull. Energy unlike anything she'd ever felt before was gathered within the ruby that adorned the golden mask. It called out to her, desperate to be unleashed after so many centuries of inactivity. How could she possibly deny it?

"David. Bring in the first volunteers."

The soldier complied as he went outside for a bit, much to the confusion of Abrams.

"Volunteers?" He inquired uncertainly.

She merely smiled in response. No answers were provided to his question.

David returned quickly with two locals in tow, guiding the men into the tent. The first was of young age; possibly in his mid-twenties and full of excess energy. The Egyptian was also quite fit, which suited Elizabeth just fine. The other male was obviously older, if the lines on his face were any indication, but he was much taller than the younger man. Burly, too.

Not that it mattered. Elizabeth wasn't picky with her food.

"Perfect. Thank you, David."

The commander bowed. "At your service, madam."

She approached the much bigger men with confidence. They were clearly confused by what was happening, believing they were called for a reprimand or reward, perhaps. The only one who would be rewarded would be her, however. Elizabeth couldn't wait any longer!

The elderly woman placed both hands on their chests. This earned her some befuddled looks, as well as uncertain glances from the locals. But instead of addressing their questions, she instead focused on her godlike tool and its magical properties. The ruby on her forehead began to glow as she called upon it. At first, it was subtle; easily mistaken as a trick of the light that poured into the tent from above.

Then the glow intensified. Elizabeth opened her eyes, which were now colored a scarlet red.

But before the men could back away in fear, they were suddenly frozen to their spots as their muscles became paralyzed. Panicked noises escaped their mouths. Then, those same voices were filled with despair, pain, and absolute fear.

"What in the world?!" Shouted Abrams from behind.

Both males began to mysteriously dry up. The process was sudden and bizarre. Their skin began to shrivel up rapidly, as if the moisture within their bodies evaporated. The men groaned pathetically, still unable to move while their life essence vanished, causing them to seemingly age in defiance of logic. However, this wasn't completely true.

Their essence didn't so much disappear as get transferred instead.

Elizabeth sighed blissfully as an influx of energy revitalized her. She was already feeling ten years younger, and she hadn't even finished draining these men yet. The soreness in her ligaments and joints steadily ebbed away. Her muscles loosened up. Blood flowed more freely through her veins now, and the paleness of her skin was being replaced by a healthier color.

The gemstone and its mystical properties did wonders for Elizabeth – quite literally. In a span of several seconds, her grey hair regained much of its previous volume, and it regained its pitch-black color of her youthful years. It was as if every sign of old age was being erased. The crinkles of her skin were next, as they smoothened out and vanished like snow on a warm summer day.

The wealthy entrepreneur no longer resembled someone's granny. Instead, Elizabeth had reverted several years in time, appearing more and more like a woman in her prime. Her current looks were those of when she'd been no older than forty!

"Mhm. Keep going..." Elizabeth sighed as she relaxed. Her head tilted backward, dark hair pooling down her slim yet strengthened backside, which also began to lengthen as well. "I'm feeling more and more alive. Oh! To be young again."

At the expense of the workmen, though. They didn't look healthy at all.

Whereas Elizabeth's complexion had become healthy and her skin turned smooth, theirs was getting worse by the second. Even the youngest of the two looked as if he'd aged horrifically. The man's hair lost its shine and thickness. Less than a minute ago he'd been rather handsome for someone who lived in the desert. Now, however, he couldn't be any younger than sixty, with how wrinkled and dry his skin had become.

The other local looked even worse. He was gasping for air, and sounded both raspy and ill. Almost as if he wasn't just getting older but weaker, too. The mask of Isis was to blame. It sucked out their vitality, weakening their immune systems and causing their blood to thin. These qualities were then transferred to Elizabeth. It would now take a great deal for any disease to affect her, seeing as she was as healthy as two grown men from now on.

The display unnerved the sole archeologist in the room. "This is madness. It cannot be. God help us..."

"You will soon meet a goddess indeed, doctor." Said Elizabeth without missing a beat.

She turned to look at him, and even though her face was partially masked, there was no denying the young appearance of what used to be an old woman. Abrams gasped in surprise.

But it wasn't simply youth that she desired. Elizabeth's ambitions went much further than that. With a single mental command to the mask, it started stealing other traits of the captive men.

Her body slowly began to fill out more, as her hips widened and her waist became a bit more narrow. She'd never been insecure about her own figure. Yet why not improve what she already had? Especially now that Elizabeth no longer owned the form of a frail pensioner. Even her chest started to swell, as her previously sagging breasts inflated like twin balloons. The two round orbs of flesh were swiftly restored to their former glory, using the fat stored within the men.

"Now, this is a form more befitting of a lady of my status." Said Elizabeth.

The contours and curves of her enhanced body hugged the clothes she wore. What used to be baggy pants and a heavy vest meant to protect her against the harsh weather were no longer cumbersome. On the contrary, the pants were glued to her hips and butt, showing off how pear-shaped her rear used to be during her younger years. And the vest had shifted to reveal a glimpse of her fair-skinned cleavage. She grew a bit taller, too, which was maybe not the weirdest part of her transformation. The rest of her body firmed up with much-needed muscle to remove her fragility.

This wasn't the usual Elizabeth Thorne anymore. Taking her place was a pretty, curvaceous woman with flowing dark hair, alluring hazel eyes and a figure that was by no means unattractive.

Everyone else in the room was gobsmacked. Obviously David and his people were aware of her true ambitions, even if not all of them believed the legend of the mask to be true. Doctor Abrams, on the other hand, had never been as religious as he was now, praying to whatever deity was out there to stop this insanity.

Two bodies suddenly dropped down on the floor.

"That felt wonderful." Cooed Elizabeth as she ran her hands through her lustrous hair. She felt amazing! One look in a nearby mirror confirmed her suspicions; she'd reverted back to the time when she used to in her mid-twenties. "And it seems I was right. The mask of Isis is capable of stealing the life force of others, granting the wearer renewed vitality and strength. Mhm... More than just that, apparently."

She let her hands glide across her bosom, smirking confidently at her own reflection. Elizabeth almost didn't recognize herself. It felt so good to be young again. No more getting tired from doing the most mundane task. No longer would she wake up with pain in her joints. She hugged herself, releasing a sigh of relief and fulfillment.

At her feet, the dried-out corpses of the two workers remained unmoving. They were all shriveled up, looking more like mummies than actual people. All because Elizabeth had stolen their vigor.

But it wasn't enough.

"All right. Our first test was a complete success. Now that we have confirmed the authenticity of the artifact, it's time for me to go beyond my limits. Bring in the next volunteer."

David remained as stoic as ever, and nodded despite what had happened. "Right away, madam."

"No! This has to stop!" Yelled Abrams. He advanced towards Elizabeth, but quickly found his path blocked by the two guards in the room. "What you're doing is wrong. You... You killed those men! Innocent people!"

"Yes. And their sacrifice will be remembered." She drawled, rolling her eyes.

"This isn't something you can get away with."

"Oh, but I think I will." Countered Elizabeth with remarkable confidence. Her smile widened as another man was hauled inside by David. "In fact, you'll soon come to understand that no one will be able to stop me. Not when I have fully ascended."

She strode forward, appearing at the local's side before he could process what was happening. Sharp eyes appraised the specimen. He was tall, strong, and visibly muscular. The kind of brute that was perfect for hard, physical labor. She inwardly complimented David on finding such a good subject.

Like before, Elizabeth placed a hand on the man's chest, freezing him in place and draining his life essence. The process was getting remarkably easier. It was fair to say that she was getting the hang of her new powers.

The unknown man quickly suffered the same fate as his co-workers when his body started shriveling up. Groans of agony filled the tent. Then, the sound of muscles growing bigger, causing clothes to tear at the seams, swiftly joined the symphony. All eyes were on Elizabeth as her physique expanded.

It was no gradual change. Her muscles became larger at a rapid pace that was extremely unrealistic. But the woman herself simply basked in the sensation. Her shoulders broadened bit by bit, deltoids increasing in size and striations. Several lines of muscular definition made her revitalized skin crease a bit, yet not overly so. Even her neck thickened. The muscle fibers complimented her rising traps, which were undergoing a metamorphosis of their own. The trapezius muscles bulged ever larger in what looked like an effort to reach the back of her skull.

Naturally, the rest of her torso underwent similar treatment. Elizabeth's pecs proudly jutted forward, like conquerors claiming new land. They gained superb detail and mass. It didn't take long before her chest was part muscle and part boobs, presenting a perfect combination of the two as her pectorals gave her bust some extra perkiness. Six sturdy, hard abdominals took shape below her growing chest. With her vest open and wearing nothing more than a shirt underneath, Elizabeth's blocky muscles were almost plastered to the white cloth, slick with a small layer of sweat, which made them stand out.

The gemstone attached to the mask kept glowing magnificently, draining the poor local of whatever muscle he had left. His own chest was already beginning to look scrawny. The beef in his arms and legs faded away, too.

All that energy and size found a new home within Elizabeth, who was more and more resembling a master fitness model. She smiled widely as her arms thickened. Strong sinew grew along her forearms and upper arms, tendons toughening up. Her formerly thin arms now displayed a set of impressive biceps. The round, orb-shaped muscles flexed whenever she moved her limbs, either swelling larger to their full size or relaxing. Even her triceps were becoming striated as they were further enhanced.

She raised her free arm and curled it out of curiosity. A firm bicep the size of an orange popped up, small veins spread across its girth.

Spindly legs became more toned, as her thighs grew wider and packed on more size. The contours of her quads were slowly taking form, too. Nothing too impressive, but anything was better than the bony legs she used to have. Elizabeth would no longer have to worry about taking a walk with these legs. Even her calf muscles expanded. First, they inflated to a more noticeable size, before hardening and attaining more definition.

Within the span of twenty seconds, she'd sucked the worker dry of all his hard-earned muscle mass and taken it for herself!

Elizabeth giggled as she let this one go as well, and looked down at herself in wonder. This experiment was getting better by the second! She'd never expected the results to be so quick; so efficient.

The fitness competitor of a woman hummed. "Delicious! Feels even better than sex or drugs. And the results are also far more rewarding."

"Monster..."

"Still acting high and mighty, doctor?" Asked Elizabeth as she addressed her hired archeologist. Abrams was still rooted in place, unable to move past her guards. "Don't be. Morals are chains that prevent people from seizing the opportunity. Do you think I accumulated my wealth and fortune by playing by the rules? That anyone else of similar status did? Not even close. Power such as this is only for those who are willing to take it."

"This isn't your power! You stole it from those innocent people by using that mask!" He yelled angrily.

"What does it matter? They are in no state to fight me, aren't they? I don't see why I should care about them, when they serve me better as sacrifices."

Abrams shook his head. "You're mad... Y-You speak as if you're some kind of god!"

"Oh, but I will be. It's only a matter of time. Can't you see it, doctor? The power that flows through these veins?" Elizabeth smiled, making a muscle. Her bicep once more bulged as she curled her arm. The century-old woman could win any figure competition with such a body. "But enough chitchat. There's still work to be done."

And so another victim was brought inside the tent. And then another. Elizabeth spared none of them. She took their height, raising herself to an impressive two-meter height that would have dwarfed her previous stature. The ravenette's bones creaked audibly, growing longer as they were rearranged, while her tenons and muscle fibers compensated. It brought her much delight when she officially became the tallest person in the tent.

Her muscles went past the limit as well, however, as they continued to feast on her unfortunate victims. Elizabeth's legs became pillars of sinewy strength. The development of her quadriceps and hamstrings was intense; each individual muscle group was magically enhanced, having consumed the essence of five men by now, thus achieving professional bodybuilder size. Her pants were shredded by the steel muscle underneath, lumps of sinew poking through, while her glutes became spherical and dense.

Elizabeth welcomed the way her torso broadened and gave her more might. She just couldn't get enough of it! Her chest was wider than those of her own soldiers, and the hardened obliques and abdominals covering her midriff were almost as tough as their body armor. And of course, much to her delight, Elizabeth's breasts continued to expand due to the fat being stored where it was needed to maintain her feminine figure.

However, there was nothing feminine about her arms, which had become golden medal-winning works of art. Her meaty forearms twitched whenever she moved her fingers. The muscle fibers squirmed happily as they grew, as did her bulging biceps that eventually grew as big as melons. Thick, fat veins snaked underneath her pristine skin, fueling the hungry muscles with nutrients – many of which had been stolen. Her triceps tightened into steel cables, mimicking her reinforced neck and back. With how much sinew was packed within her backside, she would never again have to suffer back pain. No matter how big her breasts became.

Five people had been consumed. Five lives were snuffed out. Five times she received exquisite doses of life energy.

Hence it came as no surprise when Elizabeth finally attained the physique of a champion bodybuilder. Every part of her body was covered in thick, defined muscle. And with her increase in height, it made her look all the more intimidating.

Even her guards were astonished. David regarded her with awe and respect, standing off to the side like a good subordinate. The other soldiers were in a similar state. Her superbly muscular body was in a state of exposure, too, as the remnants of her torn vest and pants only covered her intimate parts at this point. Only one person looked at her in anger and disgust; doctor Abrams. The man would glance at the mummified corpses at Elizabeth's feet, and then look at her face, which was still partially covered by the mask of Isis.

Elizabeth took note of this.

"I can see that you continue to disagree with my methods, doctor. How just of you." She said smoothly. Her voice had changed somehow. It was slightly deeper, yet remained woman-like. There was also more power behind it. Listening to her voice compelled you to listen. "Do you perhaps want to challenge me? I wouldn't mind, you know. You can try to stop me – right here and now. Reclaim the artifact before I steal the essence of every last soul here in the desert."

The archeologist clenched his fists. He looked outright furious. His gaze fell on a nearby sword, recovered from the tomb during the excavation. It was rusted and brittle. However, it could still kill a person, just like it had been forged to do ages ago.

"You will pay for this." He hissed angrily.

Elizabeth laughed mockingly. "Big words coming from such a little man. Yet for all I hear you bark, you have yet to show any bite. It would seem I was mistaken about the brave, righteous Henry Abrams. In the end, you are nothing more than a pathetic coward." Her smirked widened, taking on a sinister edge. "And too weak to save anyone."

That pushed him over the edge. Abrams roared as he grabbed the rusted blade, and pushed past the soldiers. In the corner, David had already drawn his revolver, but Elizabeth gestured for him to stand down.

Abrams jabbed the tip of the sword forward with all his strength, aiming at her stomach. But when metal struck flesh, it was the former that gave away. The ancient blade shattered upon making contact with Elizabeth's solid eight-pack. Bits of rust and iron bounced off the ludicrously thick abdominals, and Abrams stumbled back as shock settled in.

There was roaring laughter that drowned out his thoughts.

"Did you really think it was that easy, doctor?" Asked Elizabeth. She towered over him, eclipsing him in size and weight. "Fool. I didn't just make myself bigger. Using the mask, I used those men's essence to strengthen my own muscles, making them much denser in the process. Even though I resemble a Ms. Olympia champion, I am much stronger than any other human. My skin and muscles cannot be pierced by such a blunt tool. Besides, if you did manage to hurt me somehow, my wound would heal within moments. I am no longer a mere mortal such as yourself."

"No... This cannot be." He whispered to himself, clearly distraught.

The humbled archeologist continued to stare at the broken sword in his hand, wondering to himself what had gone wrong. But that didn't matter to Elizabeth. She took a moment to appraise herself.

Draining those workers had truly been a blessing to her. Where once stood a fragile old woman less than an hour ago, was now a tall, young, and beautiful woman with more muscle strength than any other human. And none of it looked too freaky on her frame. She'd carefully imagined the image of herself that the magical mask then crafted for her. The muscles on her body bulged with every flex; beautiful in their own way.

They were so defined. So powerful! Her muscular thighs chafed against each other. Her bulbous bicep had a visible split on its mighty peak. Her abs were tough enough to withstand a blade. Her chest was a shelf of beef and boobflesh.

"It is time." She suddenly declared.

David immediately understood, nodding her way before barking orders. The guards grabbed the still-astonished Abrams and followed both their commander and leader, as they all exited the tent.

The harsh midday sun once again shone down on Elizabeth. This time, however, her improved eyesight didn't need any adjusting. All of her senses had been improved. She could see better than ever, and her hearing was supernatural. Being able to hear the heartbeat of someone standing next to her was but one of the many abilities she'd unlocked.

They strode through the camp – or in Abram's case, was dragged along. David's people had done their jobs dutifully.

A huge number of workers had been gathered in the middle of the campsite. There were dozens of them, ranging from locals to tech specialists and other eggheads from Abrams' inner circle. A few women were mixed here and there. They'd been rounded up by the armed guards under a false announcement, and there was no escape seeing as the soldiers stood around them in a loose circle. If any of them tried to get away, they'd be shot and killed immediately.

Luckily it didn't come to that. Not because Elizabeth would have mourned their deaths, of course.

She simply didn't want to waste all that life essence.

"I mentioned that I would become a goddess earlier, didn't I?" The powerful woman asked casually, glancing at Abrams. He looked at her with befuddlement. Yet he didn't bark at her anymore, which was an improvement. "That was a promise I intend to keep. Be grateful, my dear doctor. You get to witness a once-in-a-lifetime event; the birth of a new goddess!"

Elizabeth closed her eyes as she stood before the gathered group, calling upon the mask's magic. Its red gemstone shone brighter than ever. When she reopened her eyes, they emanated the same energy as the artifact – before unleashing it!

Tendrils of holy light shit out of the eye holes and connected to every single worker, specialist, and archeologist. They all screamed in surprise and agony. It was a horrifying display, which became more traumatizing as the men and women began to wither away. They lost the color in their hair and skin, as the latter became sunken and rough, dried out as if left to die in the sand. Every soul present had their life energy drained away by the tendrils coming out of Elizabeth.

She, on the other hand, laughed gleefully as a torrent of power flowed into her. There was far more than before! She began to levitate in the air, and continued to absorb every last drop of vitality that these fools had left to spare.

Her muscles grew faster than they did earlier, as each sinew was enhanced to godlike extents. The wealthy entrepreneur's calves became bloated chunks of beef; each one as big as a human's skull. They were incredibly angular and perfect. Her thighs were no longer pillars carved out of marble, but enormous tree trunks instead, with vastus muscles that seemingly duplicated due to the huge amount of sheer sinew.

"Yes! More!" Laughed Elizabeth manically. "I won't stop until I can shatter mountains with a single punch! All this strength belongs to me – and no one else!"

Her voice was deafened, as was the loud transfer of energy. Several workers had already dropped dead on the sand. Their bony, mummified bodies unmoving and unrecognizable.

Elizabeth's fists were clenched as her bicep grew to the size of a beachball, covered in veins that somehow glowed in a similar way as her eyes, yet softer. She raised one arm and giggled loudly, admiring the superhuman power stored within. Her triceps alone contained more muscle mass than any single individual here did in their entire bodies! Immense boulders acted as her shoulders, which were now striated to an insane degree. Her traps were twin hills that lovingly caressed her neck.

Her backside was an immense, confusing labyrinth of interwoven muscle fibers augmented by magic. Numerous lumps of muscle covered her spine like a protective barrier. Elizabeth lacked actual wings, but her lats made up for that as they flared out spectacularly. More and more pounds of solid muscle were added to her already huge butt. Each cheek was enormous in size, and anything trapped in between would never survive if she chose to squeeze them together.

The nearby guards backed away, watching her with a mix of fear and awe. For doctor Abrams, it was mostly the former.

Elizabeth moaned softly. This was pure ecstasy. All that power energized her beyond belief, making her feel positively divine!

And so were the abilities that she gained. The intellect of all those scientists helped evolve her own brain, allowing her to process information faster than ever. Her IQ soared as her intelligence increased rapidly. Problems and equations that she'd come across during her time at the office became laughably easy to her. Even her thoughts were faster, which made the world around her look so slow in comparison.

Then there were the magical energies that blossomed within her. Elizabeth raised her clenched hand, smiling eagerly as golden light surrounded her fist. With her enhanced mind, she quickly familiarized herself with these new divine abilities. She was quite literally turning into the goddess she claimed to be!

A whole minute passed by before it was over.

Numerous corpses littered the campsite, and floating above them was a being of pure power. Her dark hair looked incredibly soft, as did her beautiful curves. She was beyond gorgeous. Not a single imperfection was laid bare. Her three-meter-tall body was packed with pure muscle, which radiated superhuman strength worthy of a god.

Abrams openly despaired as that same figure looked down on him.

"My transformation is complete. Finally, I've shaken off my mortal chains, and become something divine." She proudly proclaimed. Elizabeth's eyes were now replaced by pools of scarlet red; the color of blood. Which was, ironically, the life essence of all humans. Her voice boomed across the dig site. "I am now beyond any of you. The world is nothing more than my playground, and ants that dwell on it will either submit or be crushed underneath my heel. However, I am a merciful goddess. Those who serve me will always receive their due rewards."

She waved her hand, and energy the color of gold washed over the various soldiers that belonged to Elizabeth. Abrams watched in surprise as they all began growing taller; more muscular. Men and women alike. They were all at least two meters tall now, and looked as if they could punch a bodybuilder to the moon. Behind him, David, the most loyal of them all, grew bigger than any of the other soldiers.

How strong were they now? As powerful as Elizabeth had been before her final ascension? Abrams dreaded the answer.

"And as for those who oppose me..." Continued the newly-born goddess, waving her hand once more.

The formerly dead workers suddenly jolted and shook, limbs slowly moving as they began rising one by one. Hollow eyes were filled with unearthly red light. The resurrected mummies all looked up at their leader, whose dominion now extended to death itself.

Abrams trembled fearfully. He was surrounded by musclebound loyalists and a horde of undead, which instilled a deep sense of fear within his once brave soul.

But that was nothing compared to what the divine being before him inspired.

Elizabeth smiled smugly, flexing her muscles to the absolute max as she loomed over him. "Well, then. How about I induct the first addition to my harem? Your quite the catch, after all. My dear, little doctor. Rest assured that you will enjoy my new reign – or else!"

The world would never be the same again. Its new goddess, the supreme Elizabeth, would rule over those who were submitted to her will. And anyone who resisted?

Well, she wouldn't say no to another snack!

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[Jarhead300099]

Spectacular writing

[tertio2006]

Your piece is awesom, especially the descriptions of hte growth!