Aisha was understandably dejected. She was abandoned by her empire, humiliated by Gene, and forced to hitchhike across the galaxy with nary a wong in her pocket. Her having to join Gene and his crew on the Outlaw Star if she wanted to find the Galactic Leyline for her empire only shattered Aisha's pride even further.
Aisha's best means of escape were through her regular workouts. There, she could vent her anger and stay in top shape at the same time. Her dark mood would leave like the sweat from her pores as she pushed the limits of her body. It would make her feel strong again... if only for a bit.
Aisha began hitting the gym more than ever before. It didn't take long, however, before Aisha noticed that the restored "strength" she felt wasn't just a mere feeling. The increased frequency of her regiment changed her body rapidly. Her reasonably toned muscles now grew to new herculean proportions. Her height skyrocketed as her increasingly powerful physique required more room. Her already significant strength, natural to her species, exploded with every new pound and inch put on.
Was it her Ctarl-Ctarl genetics? Sheer force of will from her pent-up emotions? Honestly, Aisha didn't care as a wave of ecstasy pulsed through her body each time she flexed her newfound musculature. She was huge! Powerful! Maybe even the strongest Ctarl-Ctarl she'd ever seen! The pieces of her pride came together instantly and became even more resilient than ever. She was now strong again--no, stronger than ever before!
...if only she hadn't forgotten how her new size would make it harder to stay on the ship.
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