Metabolism
*100 Body XP Gained*
*Body Leveled up!*
She'd been waiting for this. Finally, BODY 10. The human limit. The point where it would take a normal person literally inhumane amounts of effort to improve upon.
But Motoko could cheat, and she'd been preparing for this.
Before the feeling had even finished passing, she sidles over to one of the wall-to-floor mirrors on a pillar, ignoring her voice being called.
The limit wasn't enough. She had to go further.
So, as she gave it her all and flexed as hard as she could, not thinking about how it looked to the rest of the gym, Motoko pushed the stat point she'd been saving, breaking through immediately to BODY to 11.
It was almost like there was a *ding* to accompany her level-up as she inhaled, her leotard accommodating her minutely altered form, but her abs were now defined enough to outline themselves even through the material if she bent in just the right way.
And then she realised.
Her already tight skinny jeans, ones that had been a good fit back when she was barely out of her coma, had been less accommodating than her leotard, splitting along her thighs and bursting open at the buckle.
As she felt for the missing jean button, a thwump brought her attention back.
"Hiromi!?" She rushed over to the wide-eyed girl who'd seemingly fallen down, landing on her behind with a dazed look. Motoko hugged her head as she checked her over. "Sorry! Did that hit you, are you okay?" But there was no response, even as she combed through her hair checking for marks.
It was laughter from the other gymgoers that seemed to bring the injured girl without an injury back.
Pushing away, she escaped towards the lockers with surprising speed. A trailing voice called back in a clipped, squeaky tone; "Shower. Home."
"But... " a sniff, "well, okay, it's bad, but not enough to knock someone out!"
Pretty much a recycled joke at this point, but I kept thinking about her unfair body improvement, and this was the only way it could end.