The space station had been circling the unnamed star for almost a decade when the strange solar flare hit.
Samara was admiring the awe of the vast emptiness of it all when she was smacked with every different ray the flare had to offer. It made her skin tingle and her muscles weak. She crawled her way to the med bay.
The doc looked her over but couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. So they gave her some pain killers, told her to monitor her energy levels, and head out on her way. Samara was shocked at how little was done for the incident.
She went into the locker room and felt a dizzyness hitting her pretty hard. She popped a pill and sat down on the bench. Letting down her long purple hair. The pill seemed to be loosening up her pain, fast. She looked down at her hands and opened and closed her fists a couple times and she watched as her hands stretched bigger and bigger.
Samara panicked her breathing catching in her throat, she stood up and her body wobbled as it stretched up, the legs of her suit splitting. Her body becoming disproportionate as part by part it expanded larger and stronger. Next was her breasts becoming constricted behind the zipper before exploding open. Her torso stretching tall as she grunted and tore the suit from her misshapen body. She marveled at her body.
It was magnificent, and goddess, like, even if it was a bit out of proportion, but Samara knew one thing for sure, she could not wait for the next flare.