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INVESTIGATION LOG 5: It’s been two weeks since my victory at the Iron Maiden competition, and every since then my reputation at the gym has, for lack of a better word, skyrocketed. Most of, if not all the usual gym patrons know me now because of that contest. And while the admiration and praise is nice to hear, it’s a little worrisome that my position may end up compromised due to this fact. Luckily, it follows the same rules as what happens for the deals. No one is allowed to speak about what transpired outside of the gym unless stated otherwise by one of the officials.
While worst case scenario someone like Chihiro could be contacted online for damage control, it’s better to not involve anyone in this mess, especially since I still haven’t figured how to explain to the D.E.A. my current physical state. Better to keep things brief and vague for the time being, lest they cut me off during my cycle- er, during this critical point in the investigation!
…Anyway, shortly after the contest, Hood approached me, and after speaking with her superiors offered me a position as a member of the trafficking ring as a dealer and her right hand man, or woman. Given this golden opportunity, I accepted with no hesitation. With me finally on the inside, intel and evidence gathering should be completed at a much quicker pace now. Granted it’s still through Hood for the time being, but given our interactions with one another over the last couple of months she seems to trust me a fair deal to offer me the position as her right hand.
However, like with anything, there’s always a catch. Hood stated that in order to earn a spot in the group, I need to prove myself by striking a deal with a newcomer who’s joined the gym recently and get them hooked on the merchandise. Hood also stated that the test was not her idea, rather was mandated by the boss to show I’m ‘the real deal’ as she put it. This has left me at a crossroads to say the least.
On one hand, it guarantees me a place among their ranks and brings me one step closer to closing the case. On the other hand, doing so would directly benefit the organization we’re supposed to shut down. The moral dilemmas undercover operatives have to go through are immense, but to experience it for myself is unsettling to say the least. Which isn’t the only conflict going through my mind at the moment.
As for my current physical condition, it’s clear that the drug's effects are becoming more potent with continued use, and signs are starting to point that I’m possibly becoming addicted to it myself. My body has grown to become even larger than some of the top level bodybuilders in the entire world, reaching inhuman levels of musculature. It’s gotten to the point where my midriff is showing small signs of Palumboism, or what it’s more commonly known as, a roid gut.
While fairly light at the moment, it’s becoming apparent that my body is showing beginning signs of steroid abuse. While under normal circumstances the best course of action would be to cut back on my steroid intake or just drop it altogether, part of me doesn't. While risky, taking the drug has proven to be beneficial towards the case thus far. Not only for allowing me to get as close as I have now, but has also made me stronger in the end which is certainly a welcome addition. So it can’t be all bad if it’s for the sake of the case… Right?
*RING RING* *RING RING*
“Huh?”
Putting down the dumbbells, I took a glance at my cell phone charging on the table, seeing who it was calling me. It was Makoto!
“Shit!” I panicked upon realizing my screw up, forgetting the promise to check in with him occasionally to let him know my situation. My workouts and the investigation have weighed so much of my mind that I hadn't even considered contacting him since leaving. He must be so worried. With a deep breath and my nerves calmed, the green button was pressed, starting the call.
“He-Hello?” I stuttered.
“Kyoko?”
A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions once again overtook my mind, trying to comprehend what to say back.
“Kyoko, you there?”
Hearing him ask again caused me to become even more nervous. Need to recompose myself again. Turning the phone to speaker mode and grabbing the set of dumbbells, I sat down on the bed next to the nightstand and began a set of bicep curls.
“Hey, sorry about… urgh… the wait. Had to take care of… hah… something really quick.” Finally replying back to him with a renewed sense of calm. Gotta remember to thank Hood again for the free weights.
“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “If it’s something important I can call back later. I’d rather not bother you if you’re busy.”
“No, it’s fine. We can… huff… talk. I owe it to you considering it’s been… shh… so long.”
“Okay.” he beamed with a small hint of excitement in his tone. It’s clear he shares the sentiment of missing each other's company.
“So, um. How’ve you been?” he asked nervously.
“Good. It’s been a little… mmph… difficult without your company, but I’m doing okay. And… ugh… yourself?”
“Same here. Hard to believe it’s already been a couple of months, huh?”
“Heh, no kidding.” I chuckled slightly at his comment. “Sorry I haven’t… ugh… called in so long. The… investigation has just been taking up so much of my… mmh… time and… focus recently. Among other things.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I know how you get when it comes to big cases, so you don’t have to say sorry.” he said reassuringly. He’s always been understanding when it’s come to my profession, so it’s always nice getting to hear his support. “Oh yeah. How is the case going anyway?”
“Difficult, as to be… mmph… expected for my first undercover assignment. But it’s going… huff… well… I’ve been conversing… gh… with one of their dealers for a while, and thanks to… ngh… them I’m close to getting within their… ranks.” My arms continue to pump with each breath, a large vein creeping up on my bicep.
“That’s awesome, Kyoko!” he praised enthusiastically. “Guess this means you’re one step closer to cracking the case, huh?”
“We’ll… hah… see. There’s still a… arg… a possibility that this could wind up… mmph… taking awhile…. rah!" I grunted with increasing intensity with each rep. Dropping the dumbbells for a moment before placing on some heavier weights. Smirking in satisfaction at the familiar resistance curled within my grasp.
“Right, guess that makes sense.” Makoto replied back. It was silent after that, with the only noise within the room being the sounds of the weights being curled at my leisure, and the sound of my own breath with each rep. I must’ve been making quite a bit of noise, as Makoto noticed it through the phone. “You okay Kyoko? You sound kinda off.”
“Yeah, I'm… frg… fine. Just getting a little… mmph… stress relief, that's all.”
“Stress relief?” Makoto questioned with clear confusion in his tone. That could’ve been phrased better. Hope he doesn't get the wrong idea about this. Better clarify for him, just in case.
“I’m just getting a light… rrg… workout in.” I divulged, attempting to course correct my previous phrasing from before.
“O-oh, that’s what you meant.” Makoto replied with awkward embarrassment. “Wait, since when did you start working out?”
“Since starting the… ingg… investigation. Considering the rumors of the traffickers… ffff… frequenting gyms, I figured to get in errg… close… I needed to… hah… bulk up.”
“Right. They’d probably be looking for athletes to sell to or bring in. That actually makes sense. Good thinking, Kyoko!” he praised, admiring my plan. His praise brought a warm smile to my face and invigorated my workout even further. “So, how’s that been treating you? You know, the whole workout thing? He asked curiously.
“Honestly, it’s been surprisingly… urg… cathartic. Not only has my body gotten… hrrg… stronger, but I’m also feeling more energetic, and it’s been a great… tch… tension reliever.”
“Wow.” Makoto replied, seemingly surprised by my explanation.
“What is it?”
“It’s just… I don’t think I’ve heard you be this enthusiastic about something before. So I’m just happy to hear you’re enjoying it.” he spoke warmly.
“Y-yeah. I guess, I am enjoying it.” A quick gaze down at my arms shows how much I’ve gotten into lifting. Seeing the bulging biceps pumped with thick veins get even larger as I flex, bringing my warm smile into a proud grin. “I’m VERY much enjoying it.”
The conversation continued for quite a while. We went on for what felt like hours, switching topics on a whim like mad. Makoto telling me about this game he’s going through, and me talking about my workout routines and other details of the investigation. Had to make sure to leave out the part about the steroids, since that’s still something to think carefully about how to address that to him. As we talked, my body was getting more pumped from my workout, increasing the weights whenever it felt they were getting light. Things were going good so far, until…
*RRRRRIP*
The sound invaded my eardrums and caused me to quit my set momentarily. Looking down to the source of the noise I see a tear has formed in my top, with my chest looking very swollen near the tear.
“Fuck.” I grumbled aloud. Frustrated at yet another article of clothing ruined by my ever increasing size. “Just fucking perfect.”
“K-Kyoko? Did you just swear?” Makoto asked, seemingly shocked by my sudden outburst.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well it’s just- you almost never swear, let alone say one like that. It just seems very unlike you is all.”
He has a point. Before this investigation, I’d never say things like that. At least…not until I crafted my gym persona.
“Sorry. Guess I tend to get a little too into character when working out. I’ll try to be more careful about that.”
“Hey, it’s no big deal. Gotta do what you gotta do for the case, right?” Makoto said reassuringly. “Guess that explains the voice thing too, huh?”
“What voice thing?”
“Wait. That’s not part of your undercover thing?”
“Makoto, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“W-well, your voice does sound a bit, um… different.”
“Different how?”
“U-um, well it sounds deeper than normal.”
Now that he mentioned it, it did sound a little different. While listening back to my recent investigation logs, my voice did sound an octave lower, but I originally thought it was nothing, or just a glitch with my audio recorder or something. It must be another side effect of the steroids. Voice deepening is another common side effect amongst users. It’s just surprising I hadn't noticed it until now. This is bad. If Makoto noticed something like that, then chances are it’s going to arouse more suspicion.
“That’s… actually quite common. It happens frequently for people like weightlifters or bodybuilders, who tend to lift heavy in their routines, not to mention things such as protein, supplements and a few other things that play a factor into it.”
“Really? Huh. Never knew just working out could deepen your voice. I guess Sakura isn’t that unusual in that department.” he mused, believing the explanation. I hate lying to him like this. But for now, it’s better to keep him in the dark about the steroids.
“Sorry if it bothers you any.”
“No, no. It’s okay, I don’t mind. To be honest it sounds kind of nice.” Makoto muttered. The words he spoke caused me to blush from the comment.
“Really? Do you like it?” I replied to him with equal awkwardness.
“Y-yeah. It may be different, but it’s a good kind of different I think. It’s nice.” he stammered sincerely, which for some reason is making me feel a familiar sense of warmth throughout my body.
“N-not that you didn’t sound nice before! I mean you’ve always sounded nice, just um. Well-um. W-what I’m trying to say is-” he flusteredly tried to clarify his statement. It was so sweet what he was trying to do.
“It’s alright, Makoto. Thank you.” I assured him as warmly as I could.
“O-oh um. No problem.”
It’s at least nice to not worry about that now. But what about the other changes? Will he like what’s happened to my body too? Thoughts have swirled in my head about how he’ll react to the changes to my body, even imagined it. If he likes something as my voice being deeper, then is it possible? The thought ran through my mind and my body got even warmer in response. If this keeps going, it could cause another growth spurt. But these questions are just burning in my mind. So I took my chances and took a deep breath.
“Makoto, I need to be honest with you. When you see me again I’m going to look a little different. A lot different, actually.” I panted.
“I kind of guessed that.”
Taking another deep breath, I continued. “Makoto, would you like me if I was more muscular? And I don’t mean something like just being fit, I mean a lot more muscular. And no maybes or guesses, I need you to be completely honest with me… Please.”
There was a long silence after that, most likely due to Makoto pondering how to answer this. The suspense was beyond infuriating. My body was shaking and sweating with anticipation awaiting his answer. Until finally, the silence was broken and he spoke at last.
“Kyoko, I love you, and I always will. So even if you do change, I’ll still love you like always. And if you are more muscular, like if you were an athlete or even a bodybuilder, then that means there’s just more of you to love.”
Hearing him say those words was making me feel as though my heart had skipped a beat. The words I’ve envisioned him saying in all of those dreams of mine since starting this drug. Rubbing my legs together in excitement, my body started to swell up slightly as it grew hotter, causing the tear in my shirt to widen a bit.
“Have I ever told you how much I adore you?” I breathed quite heavily, thanks to how hot my body was feeling.
“Love? Yes. Adore? That’s definitely new.” Makoto giggled, receiving the compliment quite well. I could tell he was blushing through the phone.
“Well, guess I’ll just have to show you then. Because once I get home… There’s going to be plenty more of me for you to love.” I whisper into the phone seductively, hoping the message gets across.
“Heh heh. If that’s the case, I may have to start working out myself to keep up.” he joked. But the image of Makoto getting as muscular as me was…
“Hrrg! Be… right… back!” getting the sentence out quickly, and hurriedly muting the phone so he doesn't hear what’s about to happen. Lying back on the bed and breathing heavily, my hand instinctively grabbed one of my pecs with one hand, and the other moved toward my clit and started rubbing it furiously. My veins flared inhumanly with streams of blood feeding into my muscles, causing my body to swell larger and feeling hotter with each passing second, until I couldn’t take it another second and needed release.
A scream of pure bliss erupted out of me. Upon reaching the climax, my entire body exploded with muscle and size, bulging outward and hardening as the growth heightened the pleasure even greater. The outburst made the tear in my shirt complete, turning it into a vest that couldn’t even keep me decent. My shorts turned out little better, being converted into a makeshift thong as it was swallowed by my pulsing buttocks, while the front side was throbbing, being pushed up against my bloated womanhood. Even after the growth spurt, my body continues to surge with power. My muscles refused to relax for even a second. After another minute of calming myself down, I unmute the phone and resume the conversation.
“Hah… hah… Sorry about that. Guess that… hah… workout took more out of me then I… hah… thought.”
“It’s okay. It’s getting a little late anyways, so I should probably let you rest.”
“Okay. You have a good night Makoto.”
“You too. Love you, Kyoko.”
“I love you too.” I replied back with the same love and hung up the call.
Lying back down on the bed for a moment to take in the events that transpired from the call, but can’t help feeling like I’m forgetting something important. Looking over towards the desk where my recorder sat, it hit me. Lazily getting off the bed, my finger pressed the resume button and attempted to finish while still having a little bit of energy left.
Continuing from my previous line of enquiry, a decision has been made. I’m going to go through with the deal. While the morality of the situation is still questionable, the investigation must be pressed on. Further reports will be conducted once the deal has gone through, with some luck it should go off without a hitch and hopefully secure my position amongst the traffickers. At the moment, all that can be done is to wait for Hood to give me the target. So until then… Just one more workout couldn’t hurt. Right? END LOG.
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Story by @Amazon-Amaha, @doejohn11235, and depraveddefense.
That's right, I'm back with a brand new Growth Drive event! This time with a much more involved narrative than previous Growth Drives! Help Kyoko go deep undercover and get to the bottom of this new drug ring (and probably test out the evidence in the process)!
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While worst case scenario someone like Chihiro could be contacted online for damage control, it’s better to not involve anyone in this mess, especially since I still haven’t figured how to explain to the D.E.A. my current physical state. Better to keep things brief and vague for the time being, lest they cut me off during my cycle- er, during this critical point in the investigation!
…Anyway, shortly after the contest, Hood approached me, and after speaking with her superiors offered me a position as a member of the trafficking ring as a dealer and her right hand man, or woman. Given this golden opportunity, I accepted with no hesitation. With me finally on the inside, intel and evidence gathering should be completed at a much quicker pace now. Granted it’s still through Hood for the time being, but given our interactions with one another over the last couple of months she seems to trust me a fair deal to offer me the position as her right hand.
However, like with anything, there’s always a catch. Hood stated that in order to earn a spot in the group, I need to prove myself by striking a deal with a newcomer who’s joined the gym recently and get them hooked on the merchandise. Hood also stated that the test was not her idea, rather was mandated by the boss to show I’m ‘the real deal’ as she put it. This has left me at a crossroads to say the least.
On one hand, it guarantees me a place among their ranks and brings me one step closer to closing the case. On the other hand, doing so would directly benefit the organization we’re supposed to shut down. The moral dilemmas undercover operatives have to go through are immense, but to experience it for myself is unsettling to say the least. Which isn’t the only conflict going through my mind at the moment.
As for my current physical condition, it’s clear that the drug's effects are becoming more potent with continued use, and signs are starting to point that I’m possibly becoming addicted to it myself. My body has grown to become even larger than some of the top level bodybuilders in the entire world, reaching inhuman levels of musculature. It’s gotten to the point where my midriff is showing small signs of Palumboism, or what it’s more commonly known as, a roid gut.
While fairly light at the moment, it’s becoming apparent that my body is showing beginning signs of steroid abuse. While under normal circumstances the best course of action would be to cut back on my steroid intake or just drop it altogether, part of me doesn't. While risky, taking the drug has proven to be beneficial towards the case thus far. Not only for allowing me to get as close as I have now, but has also made me stronger in the end which is certainly a welcome addition. So it can’t be all bad if it’s for the sake of the case… Right?
*RING RING* *RING RING*
“Huh?”
Putting down the dumbbells, I took a glance at my cell phone charging on the table, seeing who it was calling me. It was Makoto!
“Shit!” I panicked upon realizing my screw up, forgetting the promise to check in with him occasionally to let him know my situation. My workouts and the investigation have weighed so much of my mind that I hadn't even considered contacting him since leaving. He must be so worried. With a deep breath and my nerves calmed, the green button was pressed, starting the call.
“He-Hello?” I stuttered.
“Kyoko?”
A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions once again overtook my mind, trying to comprehend what to say back.
“Kyoko, you there?”
Hearing him ask again caused me to become even more nervous. Need to recompose myself again. Turning the phone to speaker mode and grabbing the set of dumbbells, I sat down on the bed next to the nightstand and began a set of bicep curls.
“Hey, sorry about… urgh… the wait. Had to take care of… hah… something really quick.” Finally replying back to him with a renewed sense of calm. Gotta remember to thank Hood again for the free weights.
“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “If it’s something important I can call back later. I’d rather not bother you if you’re busy.”
“No, it’s fine. We can… huff… talk. I owe it to you considering it’s been… shh… so long.”
“Okay.” he beamed with a small hint of excitement in his tone. It’s clear he shares the sentiment of missing each other's company.
“So, um. How’ve you been?” he asked nervously.
“Good. It’s been a little… mmph… difficult without your company, but I’m doing okay. And… ugh… yourself?”
“Same here. Hard to believe it’s already been a couple of months, huh?”
“Heh, no kidding.” I chuckled slightly at his comment. “Sorry I haven’t… ugh… called in so long. The… investigation has just been taking up so much of my… mmh… time and… focus recently. Among other things.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I know how you get when it comes to big cases, so you don’t have to say sorry.” he said reassuringly. He’s always been understanding when it’s come to my profession, so it’s always nice getting to hear his support. “Oh yeah. How is the case going anyway?”
“Difficult, as to be… mmph… expected for my first undercover assignment. But it’s going… huff… well… I’ve been conversing… gh… with one of their dealers for a while, and thanks to… ngh… them I’m close to getting within their… ranks.” My arms continue to pump with each breath, a large vein creeping up on my bicep.
“That’s awesome, Kyoko!” he praised enthusiastically. “Guess this means you’re one step closer to cracking the case, huh?”
“We’ll… hah… see. There’s still a… arg… a possibility that this could wind up… mmph… taking awhile…. rah!" I grunted with increasing intensity with each rep. Dropping the dumbbells for a moment before placing on some heavier weights. Smirking in satisfaction at the familiar resistance curled within my grasp.
“Right, guess that makes sense.” Makoto replied back. It was silent after that, with the only noise within the room being the sounds of the weights being curled at my leisure, and the sound of my own breath with each rep. I must’ve been making quite a bit of noise, as Makoto noticed it through the phone. “You okay Kyoko? You sound kinda off.”
“Yeah, I'm… frg… fine. Just getting a little… mmph… stress relief, that's all.”
“Stress relief?” Makoto questioned with clear confusion in his tone. That could’ve been phrased better. Hope he doesn't get the wrong idea about this. Better clarify for him, just in case.
“I’m just getting a light… rrg… workout in.” I divulged, attempting to course correct my previous phrasing from before.
“O-oh, that’s what you meant.” Makoto replied with awkward embarrassment. “Wait, since when did you start working out?”
“Since starting the… ingg… investigation. Considering the rumors of the traffickers… ffff… frequenting gyms, I figured to get in errg… close… I needed to… hah… bulk up.”
“Right. They’d probably be looking for athletes to sell to or bring in. That actually makes sense. Good thinking, Kyoko!” he praised, admiring my plan. His praise brought a warm smile to my face and invigorated my workout even further. “So, how’s that been treating you? You know, the whole workout thing? He asked curiously.
“Honestly, it’s been surprisingly… urg… cathartic. Not only has my body gotten… hrrg… stronger, but I’m also feeling more energetic, and it’s been a great… tch… tension reliever.”
“Wow.” Makoto replied, seemingly surprised by my explanation.
“What is it?”
“It’s just… I don’t think I’ve heard you be this enthusiastic about something before. So I’m just happy to hear you’re enjoying it.” he spoke warmly.
“Y-yeah. I guess, I am enjoying it.” A quick gaze down at my arms shows how much I’ve gotten into lifting. Seeing the bulging biceps pumped with thick veins get even larger as I flex, bringing my warm smile into a proud grin. “I’m VERY much enjoying it.”
The conversation continued for quite a while. We went on for what felt like hours, switching topics on a whim like mad. Makoto telling me about this game he’s going through, and me talking about my workout routines and other details of the investigation. Had to make sure to leave out the part about the steroids, since that’s still something to think carefully about how to address that to him. As we talked, my body was getting more pumped from my workout, increasing the weights whenever it felt they were getting light. Things were going good so far, until…
*RRRRRIP*
The sound invaded my eardrums and caused me to quit my set momentarily. Looking down to the source of the noise I see a tear has formed in my top, with my chest looking very swollen near the tear.
“Fuck.” I grumbled aloud. Frustrated at yet another article of clothing ruined by my ever increasing size. “Just fucking perfect.”
“K-Kyoko? Did you just swear?” Makoto asked, seemingly shocked by my sudden outburst.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well it’s just- you almost never swear, let alone say one like that. It just seems very unlike you is all.”
He has a point. Before this investigation, I’d never say things like that. At least…not until I crafted my gym persona.
“Sorry. Guess I tend to get a little too into character when working out. I’ll try to be more careful about that.”
“Hey, it’s no big deal. Gotta do what you gotta do for the case, right?” Makoto said reassuringly. “Guess that explains the voice thing too, huh?”
“What voice thing?”
“Wait. That’s not part of your undercover thing?”
“Makoto, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“W-well, your voice does sound a bit, um… different.”
“Different how?”
“U-um, well it sounds deeper than normal.”
Now that he mentioned it, it did sound a little different. While listening back to my recent investigation logs, my voice did sound an octave lower, but I originally thought it was nothing, or just a glitch with my audio recorder or something. It must be another side effect of the steroids. Voice deepening is another common side effect amongst users. It’s just surprising I hadn't noticed it until now. This is bad. If Makoto noticed something like that, then chances are it’s going to arouse more suspicion.
“That’s… actually quite common. It happens frequently for people like weightlifters or bodybuilders, who tend to lift heavy in their routines, not to mention things such as protein, supplements and a few other things that play a factor into it.”
“Really? Huh. Never knew just working out could deepen your voice. I guess Sakura isn’t that unusual in that department.” he mused, believing the explanation. I hate lying to him like this. But for now, it’s better to keep him in the dark about the steroids.
“Sorry if it bothers you any.”
“No, no. It’s okay, I don’t mind. To be honest it sounds kind of nice.” Makoto muttered. The words he spoke caused me to blush from the comment.
“Really? Do you like it?” I replied to him with equal awkwardness.
“Y-yeah. It may be different, but it’s a good kind of different I think. It’s nice.” he stammered sincerely, which for some reason is making me feel a familiar sense of warmth throughout my body.
“N-not that you didn’t sound nice before! I mean you’ve always sounded nice, just um. Well-um. W-what I’m trying to say is-” he flusteredly tried to clarify his statement. It was so sweet what he was trying to do.
“It’s alright, Makoto. Thank you.” I assured him as warmly as I could.
“O-oh um. No problem.”
It’s at least nice to not worry about that now. But what about the other changes? Will he like what’s happened to my body too? Thoughts have swirled in my head about how he’ll react to the changes to my body, even imagined it. If he likes something as my voice being deeper, then is it possible? The thought ran through my mind and my body got even warmer in response. If this keeps going, it could cause another growth spurt. But these questions are just burning in my mind. So I took my chances and took a deep breath.
“Makoto, I need to be honest with you. When you see me again I’m going to look a little different. A lot different, actually.” I panted.
“I kind of guessed that.”
Taking another deep breath, I continued. “Makoto, would you like me if I was more muscular? And I don’t mean something like just being fit, I mean a lot more muscular. And no maybes or guesses, I need you to be completely honest with me… Please.”
There was a long silence after that, most likely due to Makoto pondering how to answer this. The suspense was beyond infuriating. My body was shaking and sweating with anticipation awaiting his answer. Until finally, the silence was broken and he spoke at last.
“Kyoko, I love you, and I always will. So even if you do change, I’ll still love you like always. And if you are more muscular, like if you were an athlete or even a bodybuilder, then that means there’s just more of you to love.”
Hearing him say those words was making me feel as though my heart had skipped a beat. The words I’ve envisioned him saying in all of those dreams of mine since starting this drug. Rubbing my legs together in excitement, my body started to swell up slightly as it grew hotter, causing the tear in my shirt to widen a bit.
“Have I ever told you how much I adore you?” I breathed quite heavily, thanks to how hot my body was feeling.
“Love? Yes. Adore? That’s definitely new.” Makoto giggled, receiving the compliment quite well. I could tell he was blushing through the phone.
“Well, guess I’ll just have to show you then. Because once I get home… There’s going to be plenty more of me for you to love.” I whisper into the phone seductively, hoping the message gets across.
“Heh heh. If that’s the case, I may have to start working out myself to keep up.” he joked. But the image of Makoto getting as muscular as me was…
“Hrrg! Be… right… back!” getting the sentence out quickly, and hurriedly muting the phone so he doesn't hear what’s about to happen. Lying back on the bed and breathing heavily, my hand instinctively grabbed one of my pecs with one hand, and the other moved toward my clit and started rubbing it furiously. My veins flared inhumanly with streams of blood feeding into my muscles, causing my body to swell larger and feeling hotter with each passing second, until I couldn’t take it another second and needed release.
A scream of pure bliss erupted out of me. Upon reaching the climax, my entire body exploded with muscle and size, bulging outward and hardening as the growth heightened the pleasure even greater. The outburst made the tear in my shirt complete, turning it into a vest that couldn’t even keep me decent. My shorts turned out little better, being converted into a makeshift thong as it was swallowed by my pulsing buttocks, while the front side was throbbing, being pushed up against my bloated womanhood. Even after the growth spurt, my body continues to surge with power. My muscles refused to relax for even a second. After another minute of calming myself down, I unmute the phone and resume the conversation.
“Hah… hah… Sorry about that. Guess that… hah… workout took more out of me then I… hah… thought.”
“It’s okay. It’s getting a little late anyways, so I should probably let you rest.”
“Okay. You have a good night Makoto.”
“You too. Love you, Kyoko.”
“I love you too.” I replied back with the same love and hung up the call.
Lying back down on the bed for a moment to take in the events that transpired from the call, but can’t help feeling like I’m forgetting something important. Looking over towards the desk where my recorder sat, it hit me. Lazily getting off the bed, my finger pressed the resume button and attempted to finish while still having a little bit of energy left.
Continuing from my previous line of enquiry, a decision has been made. I’m going to go through with the deal. While the morality of the situation is still questionable, the investigation must be pressed on. Further reports will be conducted once the deal has gone through, with some luck it should go off without a hitch and hopefully secure my position amongst the traffickers. At the moment, all that can be done is to wait for Hood to give me the target. So until then… Just one more workout couldn’t hurt. Right? END LOG.
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Story by @Amazon-Amaha, @doejohn11235, and depraveddefense.
That's right, I'm back with a brand new Growth Drive event! This time with a much more involved narrative than previous Growth Drives! Help Kyoko go deep undercover and get to the bottom of this new drug ring (and probably test out the evidence in the process)!
Detective Notes:
* This Growth Drive will be open for donations from the beginning of February to the end of April.
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