Imara: Symmetry (compiled)

Here's a compilation of the second half of Imara's growth sequence, flavor text included.

1.  Imara's Back! Er, but this is her side.....

Since we will be seeing the continuation where she finds the other   gauntlet and works both sides to glorious enormity, I thought I'd pop  up  an unfinished piece I found while gathering my resources for the  next  batch.  I stopped because the pen was leaking and made handling  small  details almost impossible, but in retrospect I rather love the  contrast  and the silhouette and it started to feel like a waste to  leave it  sitting in my junk pile The proportions do seem to match where  we left  off though, which leads to fun thoughts....

2. Imara Drawn to the Second Gauntlet:

Already half Goddess, just the trickle of power caused by the presence  of the other gauntlet caused her smaller side to swell and bulge.  She  breathed light as if it were air, cosmic rays sparkling through her  veins. Going through space was as simple as stepping across a room for  her, and she could feel the pull of the other half.

3. Proximity Effect:

As she gets closer to the second gauntlet, arks of power snap and  crackle through her skin, causing her smaller side to thrash in pleasure  as muscle and vein pulses and engorges with rapidly expanding mass.   Early renaissance telescopes misidentified rivers on the moon, but with  the sultry pleasure racking her thighs, she might just turn the mistake  into prophecy - she was so close!

4. Imara - Symmetry:

With a snap, the second gauntlet launched itself from the moons dusty surface and slid onto her hand with a satisfying , almost sexual warmth and fit.  Imara was engulfed by an explosion of her own muscle, waves of gravity flickering and pulling on the edge of every striation, vein and muscle.  Titan starships of mass launching from her already insane muscles as they stretched hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of feet, space and time distorting around her sheer lunatic might.  She bit her lip as her thighs sputtered and clenched, a red flush surged from her cheeks out through the tips of her fingers and toes, quaking with pleasure as the moon itself vibrated, struck with seeping wetness filling it's craters, and cutting rivulets through it's dusky grey crags.

For a moment, a bit of William Blake whispered in her head as the two sides not only matched, but swelled more and more enormous:  "What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry".

God, she could see her shadow cast on the earth, could feel her own flesh turning tides as her muscle bulged and throbbed, wet lips drenched with godly desire, distant stars quaking as she slowly flexed.