Pulled away from the slight safety of her own room in the incredibly large Las Noches palace, the young red-headed woman let out a small whimper as she was pulled along by a man whose sanity was definitely under question - short pink hair framing his face and a set of white glasses that were once part of a mask resting on the bridge of his nose defined him, with an eternal, knowing smirk etched onto his face like glyphs in stone. In response he simply ignored her, pulling her after him as he descended a flight of stairs, eventually reaching another corridor in this maze of a palace - the only difference to this one was that it had a green door instead of the normal white, with a simple label on the front that read the word 'laboratory' on it. His smirk widening ever so slightly he pushed his way through, and threw the young damsel against a table, where his minions - masked freaks who only barely looked human, all clad in white as was everyone else in the palace - held her down. She let out a yell of pain as they slammed her rather hard against the table, and held her wrists rather tightly, though none in this room seemed to care.
"Now now, this won't do at all! How do you expect me to carry out my experiment if you keep fighting against it? If you're not careful, something bad could happen..." his voice was both very casual and sarcastic, an obvious threat laced into his words. Rooting in a drawer for a moment he extracted what looked to be a syringe, the sharp needle reflected in the young teenage girl's chocolate eyes as she gazed, scared of the item. Her entire body tensed involuntarily as she gazed, transfixed upon it. But the pink-haired scientist caught this look, and the smirk he gave showed he found a slight pleasure in this fear of hers. "Don't be so tense, my dear, I only intend to prick you with this needle of mine..." the disturbing comment had a profound effect on her, and she felt disgusted as she looked at him. As he neared she attempted to fight against the minions who held her, but to no use - she was tough for a human, she had even been trained to a black-belt level by her friend Tatsuki, but even so she was no match for a Hollow, much less a group of Arrancar.
In but a moment he had closed the distance, and now stood over her, the needle waving back and forth in his hand.To her it was an impending doom, something she was to be frightened of but had no chance of preventing. She was weak, too weak to fight against it, too weak to stop it. Against her wishes one of the Arrancar tore apart her right sleeve, exposing her peachy flesh to the cold air of the laboratory. She tensed again, and the man who held the needle simply smirked. With not a care for her he pushed the needle in, before injecting her with some serum within the syringe that Orihime had no clue as to the nature off. In that moment she let out a high-pitched cry, but calmly and without the slightest reaction to the cry he pulled the needle back out.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked rhetorically, but Orihime couldn't have answered back anyway - moments after the injection she felt a numbness spread throughout her entire body, encouraging the minions to release her before stepping far back, and she began to simply lie on the table like a corpse, her eyes gazing skyward and wide open. Her mouth opened slightly in an unsightly way, but no words came out. This stillness was not for long though as soon she began to convulse, letting out scream after scream as pain ripped through her, her body leaping by itself in a disturbing manner.
"You're probably wondering why I did all of this, so allow me to explain..." Szayel spoke, despite the convulsions of his victim, and the fact that her screams constantly sounded out. Ignoring it all though in his calm, intellectual manner however he continued to speak. "As Aizen told you, your power is not simply to reverse time or heal, but to reject all manner of phenomena. It's an incredible power, and I desire to study it...".
The screams became louder and louder as her body tensed and relaxed and jumped around uncontrollably, her eyes shutting in fear while the pain erupted through her body like a volcano. Without a care in the world the scientist brushed aside a stray strand of hair in his face before directing his finger towards her, pointing her out as she convulsed.
"My first question was 'Can I use it to make someone stronger?'" he announced, his smirk growing ever so slightly as a little more dramatic passion entered his voice, a flamboyancy showing through. "Think about it - If it can reject phenomenon, then what about the phenomenon of weakness? If it can defy the Gods, it's power must be greater! Think of it - Incredible strength with no weakness! A flawless being! Don't you think such power is incredible?!" he grinned as his speech became full of drama, of passion, like the voice of a theatrical actor. His head shot back as laughter sounded out, mingling with the tortured screams of his object of research. But soon a crash met his ears, and looking back to the table he could see Orihime, now on all fours, having fallen off the table. But the table now looked twisted, broken. And Orihime, he noted, was now straining against the fabric of her white dress.
"It works... It works! My experiment is a success! She's eliminating the weakness, she's-!" his voice cut off however as she now let out a terribly bestial roar, the likes of which stunned Szayel to the bone. He froze, watching her for a moment as she began to rise, the back of her outfit ripping apart. Her once slender arms were now growing, becoming more toned and strong like Grimmjow's, but in a matter of moments they expanded outwards beyond that, to the point that her biceps must have become as thick as cannonballs, her forearms likewise expanding to match. Her shoulders bulked up to accommodate this new weight in her arms, and her neck muscles likewise grew. Leaning back the front of her outfit now burst apart as her already generous bust size grew in accordance to the wide chest she had, becoming what could only be described as P-Cup size. Her abdomen gained thick muscle, with a six-pack that really looked as tough as steel, if not far tougher. Her entire upper body had lost clothing, save for her black bra that was putting up a losing battle against her bust.
Her lower body was not excluded, however - Her thighs had exploded outwards with dense muscle, quickly matching her arms in growth if not becoming bigger. A strong hand ripped open the side of her skirt to give her legs freedom, the two now spreading apart slightly to give themselves room. Her calves had likewise toughened up to support her now seven-foot, incredibly muscular frame. Her orange hair flowed wildly around her, and her chocolate eyes stared at Szayel, who was in shock not just because of her size, but that fact that she was still growing.
"Aaah!" she let out as her muscles continued to ripple and bulge outwards, her height shooting up quickly as the growth process sped up. In moments her muscles had expanded to the point that her arms were as thick as the pillars holding up the room, while her legs were even greater, becoming thicker than oak tree trunks. Her chest expanded across as her shoulder blades grew, her bust leaping up in size proportionally and snapping the bra, which stood no chance resisting the force. Her abdominal muscles expanded as well, now looking tough enough to take anything a tank could dish out. Her head grew slightly, but only in order to stay proportional.
In a panic Szayel shot a Bala blast from his fist, the red energy crackling as it was fired, the incredibly fast blast zooming towards her. But despite his attempt it was taken head-on, bursting against her abdomen as though he had thrown a pebble at a mountain. She now towered over all within the laboratory, and without warning her head crashed through the ceiling, rubble and stone falling down and crushing the minions of Szayel while the scientist himself was only barely able to escape.
'No! No! This can't be happening! Don't tell me... Not only is she using her Soten Kesshun to reject weakness, but her Santen Kesshun is turning her body into a shield that rejects attacks? This is worse than imagined... She's becoming a Goddess!' he thought to himself as he ran, only to trip and fall. Turning back towards her he could see the bright blue sky of Las Noches' dome behind her, almost eclipsed by her massive form. How huge had she become? 500 meters? 600 meters? 700? Her muscles had become even greater in size, to the point that even the smallest seemed to dwarf his laboratory. Her breasts had swelled immensely to match, becoming like mountains of flesh, and her clothes completely gone. She was growing at an incredible rate, and as she looked down, he noted he must have looked like a flea to her. Letting out a scream he met his end as her monumental foot crushed him underneath, disposing of him thoroughly.
Looking down on herself the titanic woman smiled a little, a stray finger stroking her perfect, immense, incredibly strong body in an almost sensual manner. Her chocolate eyes fell in love with the sight of her body, and she allowed her digit to explore it and see just how changed she had become. Bringing her hand up to her chest she cupped one of her breasts, the hand nowhere near covering it.
"Mmmm... I don't reject... This body...I'm...a goddes."
"Orihime, is that you?" Came the voice of Ichigo Kurosaki. "I came to save you but it looks like it wasn't needed." He said blushing as he looked at the titanic naked woman in front of him while blood was dripping from his nose.
Orihime smiled at Ichigo and...
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