"Okay Captain Amari, you're all set up. Just ring the bell when the IV runs out and we'll bring you another dose."

	Pharah, Fareeha Amari, security chief for Helix Security, recipient of a Raptora MKVI suit, and a distinguished veteran of the Egyptian Arm, stared at the ceiling as boredom filled her. As with most cutting edge technology there will be malfunctions, glitches in the machine and it was just Pharah's poor luck that she found herself bed-ridden, subject to IV therapy. Something in her Raptora's fuselage had broken, exposing her to the intricacies of the suits insides, most people would have been fried to a crisp but fate had shined on Pharah and she found herself still breathing.
	Normally when one finds that they had just narrowly escaped death, they'd be ecstatic to a certain extent, Pharah is the exception to that. It was only her third day of treatment to recover from the toxic energies normally shielded inside of a Raptora, and Pharah found herself growing incredibly restless, the captain's only companion being her own thoughts. But even as Pharah pleaded with the medical staff to let her resume duty, they refused to let her leave the bed let alone her room. Even though it hadn't killed her, Pharah's exposure to the suit was disastrous, almost immediately her muscles entered a state of accelerated atrophy and she had to be pried from her armor. And next thing she knew, Fareeha Amari found herself lying in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as an IV dripped testosterone into her veins.
	Seconds ticked by as though they were minutes and minutes became hours, the hospital room woefully bereft of any form of entertainment for the recovering captain. Just like the days before, Pharah found herself closing her eyes and willing herself to sleep. And as she found herself sleepless, the captain found herself irritated as well. "Ugh! This is agonizing!" In a huff, both of Pharah's fists slammed down onto the bed, letting out soft pomfs as the bed absorbed the impact.
	Gears turned in Fareeha's head, desperately searching for some way out of this, to be able to get outside and feel the wind on her face. "If only this drip would hurry up..." As those words left her lips, an epiphany struck Pharah, if she just sped up the drip she'd finish the hormone doses faster, it's so simple! The captain had IV drips in the past and she easily found her fingers around the clip that altered the flow of the drip, small clicks echoing through the empty room as Pharah loosened the grip the clip had on the tube.
	The once agonizing pace of the chemicals quickened, the captain's eyes locked onto the IV bag as she watched it drain, a smirk breaking out across her face. She had to admit, the doctors were right when they warned Fareeha about straining her body, her arms and legs sorer than anything caused by all her training regimens, just because she decided to fiddle with a small piece of plastic. "Aaaahh, I'll be back on my feet in no time now~." Unlike before, Pharah found herself relaxing into her bed, the soft covers welcoming her as she felt her body grow warm from the testosterone trickling into it.
	Glancing up at the IV bag, Pharah found herself smiling again, more than half of the liquid resting inside gone already. The heat underneath Fareeha's skin continued to grow as the drip poured its contents into her veins, a pleasant warmth that helped her relax even further. While her arms had ached just moments before, the pain inside them had almost evaporated now and Pharah found herself easily raising and lowering her arms. "Why didn't they just do this in the first place? Oh, it's done!"
	An answer to her question appeared to Pharah as she rose from her covers to reach for the bell, a strange tingling sensation rising from her feet and traveling up her body. "What on Earth...?" Every muscle in Pharah's body seized up at once before going slack, making the captain slump into her bead once more, with or without her say in the matter. The once pleasant warmth under Fareeha's skin began to amplify, an almost feverish burn pulsing through her as she felt her muscles begin to flex.
	Perhaps if someone had explained it to Pharah she would have understood, but she found herself clueless as to what was happening to her. When the Raptora's fuselage broke and the insides poisoned Pharah, the toxin didn't just vanish, it settled inside of the captain's body, the reason her IV drip was so slow was to avoid causing a reaction with the testosterone. But all of this was unknown to Fareeha, her muscles spasming as she tried to force her body to go lax.
	Slowly, as Pharah's limbs twitched and clenched, the excess testosterone mixed with the chemicals of the Raptora suit, the warmth Pharah feeling before being the enzymes breaking down, resulting in a cocktail with a nebulous outcome. Sweat broke out from Pharah's brow, her skin trying to cool her body in response to the chemical reaction going on inside of her, the captain unable to do much else than pant. The muscles inside of Pharah which had grown weak and atrophied suddenly found themselves getting a swig of altered testosterone, and slowly they began to grow much larger than before. Abs began to form on Fareeha's belly as all of her body experienced the effects of her mistake, her once tired arms filling with strength as the muscles in the captain's chest became rock-hard, making her bust fight against the confines of her shirt.
	The captain's, now powerful, arms grabbed two handfuls of bed sheets as she endured the spasms caused by her changes, her muscles clenching trailing down into her lower body, a dull throb growing as the volatile cocktail of poison and hormone spread. It started with her waistline, Pharah's hips becoming toned with muscle that accentuated the curves already there, and traveled down into her legs, her thighs becoming massive to fit her killer hips. As these changes coursed through her, a strange pumping began to develop inside of Pharah's pelvis, some inner part of her beginning to swell while the muscle around it grew taut and stretched.
	Suddenly a jab of pleasure stabbed into Fareeha, her womanhood coming to life as her pelvic muscles began to spasm. Arousal drooled from Pharah's slit, staining her pants, the spike of lust easily overpowering the captain's mind in the wake of her muscle-growth. As a wave of whorish ecstasy subdued Pharah's thoughts, her clitoris began to throb, the once small button stretching and snaking its way upwards. "Mnhhhhfff!" The once stalwart chief of security bit her lip as she began to shake her hips, lewdly thrusting her crotch into the air, rubbing her over-sensitive clitoris into the insides of her leggings, electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her. Pharah's mind was incapable of questioning her behavior as lust melted into her brain, her growing clit absolutely frying any semblance of rational thought, and still she felt that pumping deep inside of her lower body, an immense pressure growing inside of her.
	Back and forth Pharah shook her hips, bouncing her toned rear on the soft cushioning of the bed, her clit growing darker and thicker as it finally poked from the waist of her pants. Just like her muscles, Fareeha's now grossly-extended clitoris began to flex, the thin pole beginning to become wider, the captain's nether lips stretching around the base of the rapidly expanding organ. Quickly the once small part of Pharah's pussy had become as thick as her fist, the tip of the growth beginning to develop into a ridged head. Fighting through the intense haze of lust in her head, Pharah found herself face to face with her clit, the widely misshapen bit of pink staring right at her, "A-ahh, i-is that a c-c-aaahhh!!" Whatever her thoughts were, they were cut short as the rough outlines of a cockhead on Pharah's clitoris suddenly snapped into definition, a urethra quickly tunneling down the now authentic shaft.
	Beneath the throbbing shaft, down at Pharah's nether lips, excessive skin began to form around her vagina, a loose flap with nothing inside. At the same time, the strange growth happening inside of Pharah had become too much for her poor insides to contain, "F-f-ffffuck, I'm going to explooode!!" Letting out a scream of pleasure and pain, something snapped inside of Pharah and two wet 'plops' fill the room, a pair of enormous balls landing in the woman's new ballsack. "Aaaah...Aahh...A-are those my...b-balls nooOOUUH!!" Immediately the pressure inside of Fareeha's lower body returns, just as powerful as before and she finds herself clenching her powerful lower muscles, pressing downwards as though she's trying to pass something through her insides. Another pair of sickeningly slick 'plops' happen as two more testicles get squeezed out into Pharah's package, giving her four balls. Unlike before, the captain of security is given zero time to recover as she feels her body prepare for yet another 'delivery', her lower body clenching and writhing as she gives birth to one more pair of testes, the massive orbs of sperm barely squeezing into her now taut ballsack. Slowly, the last proof of Pharah's femininity sealed itself shut, having squeezed out its ovaries-turned-testicles into Fareeha's humongous package.



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Pharah's panting slowed as she lazily gazed at the ceiling, the inferno raging under her skin finally settling, her sweat growing cold as her hospital wear stuck to her skin. Raising a hand in the air, Pharah gazed at it, her muscles underneath taut and powerful, "Just what was al-hrk!" The captain's voice is stuck in her throat as she feels herself being choked by her shirt, the once loose clothing now stretched to the limit around her toned body. Her hands snap to the hem of the shirt, tearing it in half and freeing her sweat-covered breasts which bounce in enjoyment at the cool air of the room, the captain left lying in her bed wearing a self-made button up shirt.