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    I’ve just come back from the gym. Stripping down to my underwear and adding to the pile of tank tops and shorts that have been building up. Buttoning up my work blouse lately has been tricky, my body has been growing so much lately that most of my old clothes feel tight on me now. Actually had to get a tailor to modify them to accommodate my new bulk. Despite the modifications, my pecs and biceps are clearly visible beneath the white fabric. Will have to contact the tailor again when this investigation is finished, since these muscles won’t be shrinking anytime soon.

    INVESTIGATION LOG 3: My recent sacrifices have begun to pay off. Thanks to the hooded woman, whom I have yet to identify, I’ve been gaining more insight on how they run their operations. It appears that they have agents in multiple gyms throughout the country, the exact number of which I am not sure, and have a vigorous screening process for the clients to ensure their operations are not exposed.

    It’s been two weeks since my first injection. Since then I’ve been meeting with the hooded woman on a weekly basis for regular examinations and steroid injections. While part of me would have preferred these appointments to be less frequent due to how… intense the injections are, it’s a necessary measure to ensure any and all information and evidence I can gather. Which includes why the drug has such a drastic effect on my body.

    While unconfirmed at the time of this recording, the hooded woman, who henceforth will be dubbed Hood for simplicity’s sake, theorized that the effects are so potent due to a strange abnormality in my bloodstream. This abnormality, from what she and I have deduced, causes the muscle fibers in my body to grow and heal at a higher rate then normal. Because of this phenomenon, it’s highly possible for me to engage in a full body workout without much strain. To a regular person, however, this is one of the worst ideas that someone could do, due to how much this could hurt the body in the process, but… to me, in theory, it’d be much easier, and there would likely be no issues.

    Curiosity got the better of me. It was a back alley doctor, but I had no alternative, so I had myself examined. It turns out that this abnormality is actually genetic. Doing further research of my own, I discovered that this gene seems to have been passed down from each generation of my family's history. After cross referencing whatever medical records I could find, it appears that each member of the Kirigiri bloodline has what’s considered to be higher levels of testosterone with each passing generation. Small, but enough to be noticeable. To keep it brief, I essentially have unlimited capacity for growth. It’s even possible for me to rival the strongest people in the world if I decided to push myself.

    As for my report on the drugs’ effects currently, after my most recent injection I’m now weighing at around 125 pounds, nearing 126. Last time I weighed about 110 since my first shot. Thus, I’ve gained about 15 to 16 pounds over the last two weeks in muscle. My biceps are measured at 15 inches, likewise for my calves. My quadriceps are about 18 inches currently, and my waist is around the same. I’ve yet to measure my chest and backside yet, but make note of them once I get those measurements. I’ll need to start doubling my weight capacity for my workouts if I’m going to make it into the competition Hood signed me up for. I’m thinking I should increase my supplement intake too, and perhaps- I’m getting off track. I have to report my findings.

    Most of what Hood stated about the drug has proven true thus far. With major increases of muscle mass and density, along with an increase to strength and stamina as well, which has led my workouts to become far longer than what I planned originally. As for other side-effects I’ve noticed, my breast size seems to have decreased slightly since my last injection. It’s a common side-effect amongst female steroid users, but I didn’t think it would occur so quickly for me. It must be due to my genetics again. Besides what I’ve already stated, there haven’t been any other side effects to make note of…

    However, I’ve noticed my mind has been feeling slightly… off. I’m unsure whether or not it’s another side effect of the drug, but it’s worth noting regardless. There’ve been these moments of, for lack of a better word, anxiousness. Semblances of anxiety I haven’t felt since my rookie days of being a detective. Normally I have methods of dealing with these, but recently my usual methods have had no effect in easing this feeling, to the point that it was impacting my deductive reasoning and I couldn't think straight… Until I started working out.

    It’s strange, but my mind feels at peace when I lift. I sometimes get fixated on my biceps when lifting weights, seeing them swell up with veins as I push them to their limits. It’s only after I finish a set when I realize how entranced I was. My thinking is that playing this role for so long has made me act it out subconsciously. There also have been some issues with feeling… lonely.

    I won’t lie, I do miss Makoto. Spending so many nights alone in this apartment has caused me to feel… restless. It doesn’t help that the stress from my investigation is making it harder to sleep. But ever since my first injection, I’ve been feeling… aroused, oftenly. And one more thing: This is likely a result of hormonal changes, but recently I have been experiencing strange dreams.

     In these dreams, I find myself alone in the gym late at night. Sometimes I’m working out, others I’m taking a shower. I feel a strange sensation in my loins and end up touching myself below. There have also been instances where Makoto comes in to “help” me, but the strangest part comes when I finish.

    When I climax, I feel a straining sensation throughout my body. I look down and see my muscles twitching and my veins begin to pop. The muscle tissue beneath my skin begins to swell up like a balloon, rapidly growing to absurd size. I know I should be horrified by this, but don’t feel any discomfort even when my traps and shoulders entrap my head. It’s almost…

    …Sorry, almost got carried away there. The point is, there have been some slight changes to my brain activity, but nothing that’s too dramatic from how I normally operate. I should be fine for now, but these developments are still worrisome…Gonna need to hasten my investigation someho-

    “Grgh! No, not now…!” I panted as a familiar warmness washed over.

    Ever since taking these steroid injections, these heat waves have only been hitting faster and faster. It’s almost like my body is slowly, but surely, accepting them with more enthusiasm each time. Writhing in agony over the spasms wracking my body, I can only sit and watch helplessly as the clothes tightened over my expanding form.

    A tearing noise filled my ears. Looking over my shoulder, the seam line that connected the shirt to the sleeve had split open. My shoulder was getting broader by the second. The revealed muscle was pumped despite being still. Reaching for the open area, I could feel the heartbeat, even while wearing my glove. It was strong, like it just exercised. As my finger ran along the veins, a familiar sense of satisfaction came to me.

    Arching forward to the point of hunching, I felt my back widen, engorging with pure muscle as it spread out. That's when another tear formed. The threads continued to open further in both directions, stopping near the bottom hem and top of the shirt collar. Hearing new tears form with the source of the sound coming from my lats as they spread even wider, causing the rips to become more frequent and larger by the second as they continue to grow.

    “Argh!” I yelped as my upper torso broke free from the restraints of my bra, leaving my chest to develop unopposed.

    Twisting back, my pectorals began to swell to the sound of my heartbeat. It met up with my blouse in almost no time at all, pushing into it so hard that it was practically see-through now, not being helped by the amount of sweat my body was now producing. It was at that point I became aware how swollen my pecs have become, bursting with power and fighting for more space on my chest. Two smaller points were also poking hard into the straining fabric of my blouse…No further comment there.

    Knowing what was about to happen, I instinctively tried to undo the buttons in desperate vain as to mitigate any damage from here. But the pressure was getting uncomfortable, as though the buttons were digging into my chest like a blade trying to pierce through skin. The more my torso pumped, the wider the holes between my buttons became. Ultimately, my pecs made headway in this little war, as the button at the top of the shirt finally popped off, followed by the one below it. A soft cry came out of my lips as they flew off one by one, like a curtain slowly unveiling the meaty cleavage in full display.

    Right down below, my abs were hardening, grotesquely protruding underneath what’s left of my shirt. A pressure then started building gradually in my stomach, almost as if I ate something bad for dinner. Just before that uneasy feeling can be identified, my core started to bulge in all directions and pushed tightly against the blouse and waistband of my skirt, almost giving me a corpulent appearance. Eventually, like clockwork, the buttons of the lower half of the shirt broke off like bullets firing from a gun. As my shirt made way for the rippling washboard that laid beneath, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, free from the skin-tight article constricting me.

    While all of that was happening, my triceps had grown while I wasn’t looking, noticing it peeking from a hole below. Only then did I feel a strain on my arm, and on my body as a whole. It was as if my skin had been stretched thin. Touching my arm, there was nothing soft, nothing at all. Only a rock hard chunk of pure musculature, jutting out as if it was trying to cut through my clothing. And I heard a creaking sound, not just from my clothes… but from my body itself.

    My biceps pulsated as it rose higher, forcing its way through the hole, and pulsated again. It was enough to make me involuntarily flex my arm, as a vein started to form. It traveled along my bicep like a snake, blood pumping through to make it even larger. The opening was becoming wider, like the flesh was trying to break free. Like an inflating balloon the muscle expanded outward, and the tearing grew louder. Most of my arm was exposed now, leaving my sleeve a shredded mess.

    The sweltering heat made its way to my legs as they were catching up with the same fervor. My quads were bulging out with such intensity that they pressed against my skirt, creating a tear straight down the middle until it reached the suffocating waistband. With my thighs now on display, not only were the bulging veins visible, but I could feel a small wet spot form on my undergarments again as the muscles swelled up. It was already too late to stop what was going to happen. As for my calves, they had already torn through my socks, showing off that near diamond shape they’ve been building for. And the cuffs of the socks were all but shredded at this point. Leaving them in complete tatters as my legs were now fully bare.

    Reaching the inevitable peak, I knew that fighting back against it would have proven to only prolong this further. Hanging my head backward and moaning loudly, I let the waves of heat and intensity run its course, clutching the arms rests of the chair while doing so.

    It took a few moments, but I was able to calm down. Getting up from my chair to assess the damage done, I notice a small wet spot on the seat, along with some small cracks on the arms rests left from my little ‘incident’. Looking further down there also seems to be some springs getting ready to break loose too. “Great, guess I’ll be buying a new one… Again.” I sighed in annoyance.

    After dealing with that I went over to my closet to handle my most recent wardrobe malfunction. Taking a glance in the mirror next to it, I stop and turn to look at myself in the tattered remains of my clothes. The shirt is all but completely ruined, with all the buttons having popped off and there being more tears in it then a Genocide Jack victim. Same goes for my skirt, with it being torn in half, the only thing keeping it together being the waistband hugging tightly around me. Given the state it’s in, not even the Ultimate Tailor can fix this up. “Looks like this one is going in the trash, too.”

      As I prepare to remove what little remains of my outfit, I notice that my body still appears to be pumped up. Curiously I flexed one of my biceps to examine how much I’ve grown to this point. In doing so, it causes the tear in the sleeve to rip further, and doing so feels… Rather nice, actually. I don’t know whether it’s coming off that growth spurt earlier or what, but the sensation of ripping through the fabric of my own volition is quite intoxicating to admit. This is when an idea sprang to mind. “I mean, it is already ruined. So I suppose it couldn’t hurt to finish it off?” I said to myself gazing at the reflection then down at myself. Upon pondering this idea further, a small smirk creeps its way into my face.

    I raise my arms up then force them down into a double bicep flex, seeing the remains of the sleeves explode at the sheer power from them. Next I grab the top of the shirt near the collar and with one swift motion, tear the rest of it off leaving me completely topless. The same goes for my skirt, throwing it off in the same quick reflex, with the only article of clothing left were my drenched panties. In awe at the sight I transition from pose to pose, taking the time to view each muscle pulsating with every consecutive flex. “Not bad.” I said marveling as I continued. “With the rate I’m going at, I might even be able to compete in a male competition if I keep this up.”

    That thought was enough to have me start rubbing my legs together slightly. Realizing just what was happening and not wanting another episode to occur, I stop and begin to relax myself. Regardless I decided changing would be too much of a hassle at this point, no use ripping through another one. At least for now.

    Realizing that the recorder was still on, a flood of embracement fills as it more than likely caught all of that on tape, quickly regaining my composure.

    *Ahem*. It appears current circumstances have left me to reexamine my condition at the time of this recording. I’ll have an updated report prepared in the coming days. In the meantime, I need to find myself a new wardrobe. END LOG.

TO BE CONTINUED

========

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 for the entirety of the months of February and March.
Donations should be made at my Ko-fi. Type in the amount of coffees you’ll be donating ($5 a pop) and write down a variation on the phrase “For the Kyoko GD”. It’s very important you write down “GD” instead of “Growth Drive.”
The Growth Drive and story will update with every $250 donated.
Link to donate: ko-fi.com/P5P4BC4Z/goal?g=0

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Description

    I’ve just come back from the gym. Stripping down to my underwear and adding to the pile of tank tops and shorts that have been building up. Buttoning up my work blouse lately has been tricky, my body has been growing so much lately that most of my old clothes feel tight on me now. Actually had to get a tailor to modify them to accommodate my new bulk. Despite the modifications, my pecs and biceps are clearly visible beneath the white fabric. Will have to contact the tailor again when this investigation is finished, since these muscles won’t be shrinking anytime soon.

    INVESTIGATION LOG 3: My recent sacrifices have begun to pay off. Thanks to the hooded woman, whom I have yet to identify, I’ve been gaining more insight on how they run their operations. It appears that they have agents in multiple gyms throughout the country, the exact number of which I am not sure, and have a vigorous screening process for the clients to ensure their operations are not exposed.

    It’s been two weeks since my first injection. Since then I’ve been meeting with the hooded woman on a weekly basis for regular examinations and steroid injections. While part of me would have preferred these appointments to be less frequent due to how… intense the injections are, it’s a necessary measure to ensure any and all information and evidence I can gather. Which includes why the drug has such a drastic effect on my body.

    While unconfirmed at the time of this recording, the hooded woman, who henceforth will be dubbed Hood for simplicity’s sake, theorized that the effects are so potent due to a strange abnormality in my bloodstream. This abnormality, from what she and I have deduced, causes the muscle fibers in my body to grow and heal at a higher rate then normal. Because of this phenomenon, it’s highly possible for me to engage in a full body workout without much strain. To a regular person, however, this is one of the worst ideas that someone could do, due to how much this could hurt the body in the process, but… to me, in theory, it’d be much easier, and there would likely be no issues.

    Curiosity got the better of me. It was a back alley doctor, but I had no alternative, so I had myself examined. It turns out that this abnormality is actually genetic. Doing further research of my own, I discovered that this gene seems to have been passed down from each generation of my family's history. After cross referencing whatever medical records I could find, it appears that each member of the Kirigiri bloodline has what’s considered to be higher levels of testosterone with each passing generation. Small, but enough to be noticeable. To keep it brief, I essentially have unlimited capacity for growth. It’s even possible for me to rival the strongest people in the world if I decided to push myself.

    As for my report on the drugs’ effects currently, after my most recent injection I’m now weighing at around 125 pounds, nearing 126. Last time I weighed about 110 since my first shot. Thus, I’ve gained about 15 to 16 pounds over the last two weeks in muscle. My biceps are measured at 15 inches, likewise for my calves. My quadriceps are about 18 inches currently, and my waist is around the same. I’ve yet to measure my chest and backside yet, but make note of them once I get those measurements. I’ll need to start doubling my weight capacity for my workouts if I’m going to make it into the competition Hood signed me up for. I’m thinking I should increase my supplement intake too, and perhaps- I’m getting off track. I have to report my findings.

    Most of what Hood stated about the drug has proven true thus far. With major increases of muscle mass and density, along with an increase to strength and stamina as well, which has led my workouts to become far longer than what I planned originally. As for other side-effects I’ve noticed, my breast size seems to have decreased slightly since my last injection. It’s a common side-effect amongst female steroid users, but I didn’t think it would occur so quickly for me. It must be due to my genetics again. Besides what I’ve already stated, there haven’t been any other side effects to make note of…

    However, I’ve noticed my mind has been feeling slightly… off. I’m unsure whether or not it’s another side effect of the drug, but it’s worth noting regardless. There’ve been these moments of, for lack of a better word, anxiousness. Semblances of anxiety I haven’t felt since my rookie days of being a detective. Normally I have methods of dealing with these, but recently my usual methods have had no effect in easing this feeling, to the point that it was impacting my deductive reasoning and I couldn't think straight… Until I started working out.

    It’s strange, but my mind feels at peace when I lift. I sometimes get fixated on my biceps when lifting weights, seeing them swell up with veins as I push them to their limits. It’s only after I finish a set when I realize how entranced I was. My thinking is that playing this role for so long has made me act it out subconsciously. There also have been some issues with feeling… lonely.

    I won’t lie, I do miss Makoto. Spending so many nights alone in this apartment has caused me to feel… restless. It doesn’t help that the stress from my investigation is making it harder to sleep. But ever since my first injection, I’ve been feeling… aroused, oftenly. And one more thing: This is likely a result of hormonal changes, but recently I have been experiencing strange dreams.

     In these dreams, I find myself alone in the gym late at night. Sometimes I’m working out, others I’m taking a shower. I feel a strange sensation in my loins and end up touching myself below. There have also been instances where Makoto comes in to “help” me, but the strangest part comes when I finish.

    When I climax, I feel a straining sensation throughout my body. I look down and see my muscles twitching and my veins begin to pop. The muscle tissue beneath my skin begins to swell up like a balloon, rapidly growing to absurd size. I know I should be horrified by this, but don’t feel any discomfort even when my traps and shoulders entrap my head. It’s almost…

    …Sorry, almost got carried away there. The point is, there have been some slight changes to my brain activity, but nothing that’s too dramatic from how I normally operate. I should be fine for now, but these developments are still worrisome…Gonna need to hasten my investigation someho-

    “Grgh! No, not now…!” I panted as a familiar warmness washed over.

    Ever since taking these steroid injections, these heat waves have only been hitting faster and faster. It’s almost like my body is slowly, but surely, accepting them with more enthusiasm each time. Writhing in agony over the spasms wracking my body, I can only sit and watch helplessly as the clothes tightened over my expanding form.

    A tearing noise filled my ears. Looking over my shoulder, the seam line that connected the shirt to the sleeve had split open. My shoulder was getting broader by the second. The revealed muscle was pumped despite being still. Reaching for the open area, I could feel the heartbeat, even while wearing my glove. It was strong, like it just exercised. As my finger ran along the veins, a familiar sense of satisfaction came to me.

    Arching forward to the point of hunching, I felt my back widen, engorging with pure muscle as it spread out. That's when another tear formed. The threads continued to open further in both directions, stopping near the bottom hem and top of the shirt collar. Hearing new tears form with the source of the sound coming from my lats as they spread even wider, causing the rips to become more frequent and larger by the second as they continue to grow.

    “Argh!” I yelped as my upper torso broke free from the restraints of my bra, leaving my chest to develop unopposed.

    Twisting back, my pectorals began to swell to the sound of my heartbeat. It met up with my blouse in almost no time at all, pushing into it so hard that it was practically see-through now, not being helped by the amount of sweat my body was now producing. It was at that point I became aware how swollen my pecs have become, bursting with power and fighting for more space on my chest. Two smaller points were also poking hard into the straining fabric of my blouse…No further comment there.

    Knowing what was about to happen, I instinctively tried to undo the buttons in desperate vain as to mitigate any damage from here. But the pressure was getting uncomfortable, as though the buttons were digging into my chest like a blade trying to pierce through skin. The more my torso pumped, the wider the holes between my buttons became. Ultimately, my pecs made headway in this little war, as the button at the top of the shirt finally popped off, followed by the one below it. A soft cry came out of my lips as they flew off one by one, like a curtain slowly unveiling the meaty cleavage in full display.

    Right down below, my abs were hardening, grotesquely protruding underneath what’s left of my shirt. A pressure then started building gradually in my stomach, almost as if I ate something bad for dinner. Just before that uneasy feeling can be identified, my core started to bulge in all directions and pushed tightly against the blouse and waistband of my skirt, almost giving me a corpulent appearance. Eventually, like clockwork, the buttons of the lower half of the shirt broke off like bullets firing from a gun. As my shirt made way for the rippling washboard that laid beneath, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, free from the skin-tight article constricting me.

    While all of that was happening, my triceps had grown while I wasn’t looking, noticing it peeking from a hole below. Only then did I feel a strain on my arm, and on my body as a whole. It was as if my skin had been stretched thin. Touching my arm, there was nothing soft, nothing at all. Only a rock hard chunk of pure musculature, jutting out as if it was trying to cut through my clothing. And I heard a creaking sound, not just from my clothes… but from my body itself.

    My biceps pulsated as it rose higher, forcing its way through the hole, and pulsated again. It was enough to make me involuntarily flex my arm, as a vein started to form. It traveled along my bicep like a snake, blood pumping through to make it even larger. The opening was becoming wider, like the flesh was trying to break free. Like an inflating balloon the muscle expanded outward, and the tearing grew louder. Most of my arm was exposed now, leaving my sleeve a shredded mess.

    The sweltering heat made its way to my legs as they were catching up with the same fervor. My quads were bulging out with such intensity that they pressed against my skirt, creating a tear straight down the middle until it reached the suffocating waistband. With my thighs now on display, not only were the bulging veins visible, but I could feel a small wet spot form on my undergarments again as the muscles swelled up. It was already too late to stop what was going to happen. As for my calves, they had already torn through my socks, showing off that near diamond shape they’ve been building for. And the cuffs of the socks were all but shredded at this point. Leaving them in complete tatters as my legs were now fully bare.

    Reaching the inevitable peak, I knew that fighting back against it would have proven to only prolong this further. Hanging my head backward and moaning loudly, I let the waves of heat and intensity run its course, clutching the arms rests of the chair while doing so.

    It took a few moments, but I was able to calm down. Getting up from my chair to assess the damage done, I notice a small wet spot on the seat, along with some small cracks on the arms rests left from my little ‘incident’. Looking further down there also seems to be some springs getting ready to break loose too. “Great, guess I’ll be buying a new one… Again.” I sighed in annoyance.

    After dealing with that I went over to my closet to handle my most recent wardrobe malfunction. Taking a glance in the mirror next to it, I stop and turn to look at myself in the tattered remains of my clothes. The shirt is all but completely ruined, with all the buttons having popped off and there being more tears in it then a Genocide Jack victim. Same goes for my skirt, with it being torn in half, the only thing keeping it together being the waistband hugging tightly around me. Given the state it’s in, not even the Ultimate Tailor can fix this up. “Looks like this one is going in the trash, too.”

      As I prepare to remove what little remains of my outfit, I notice that my body still appears to be pumped up. Curiously I flexed one of my biceps to examine how much I’ve grown to this point. In doing so, it causes the tear in the sleeve to rip further, and doing so feels… Rather nice, actually. I don’t know whether it’s coming off that growth spurt earlier or what, but the sensation of ripping through the fabric of my own volition is quite intoxicating to admit. This is when an idea sprang to mind. “I mean, it is already ruined. So I suppose it couldn’t hurt to finish it off?” I said to myself gazing at the reflection then down at myself. Upon pondering this idea further, a small smirk creeps its way into my face.

    I raise my arms up then force them down into a double bicep flex, seeing the remains of the sleeves explode at the sheer power from them. Next I grab the top of the shirt near the collar and with one swift motion, tear the rest of it off leaving me completely topless. The same goes for my skirt, throwing it off in the same quick reflex, with the only article of clothing left were my drenched panties. In awe at the sight I transition from pose to pose, taking the time to view each muscle pulsating with every consecutive flex. “Not bad.” I said marveling as I continued. “With the rate I’m going at, I might even be able to compete in a male competition if I keep this up.”

    That thought was enough to have me start rubbing my legs together slightly. Realizing just what was happening and not wanting another episode to occur, I stop and begin to relax myself. Regardless I decided changing would be too much of a hassle at this point, no use ripping through another one. At least for now.

    Realizing that the recorder was still on, a flood of embracement fills as it more than likely caught all of that on tape, quickly regaining my composure.

    *Ahem*. It appears current circumstances have left me to reexamine my condition at the time of this recording. I’ll have an updated report prepared in the coming days. In the meantime, I need to find myself a new wardrobe. END LOG.

TO BE CONTINUED

========

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 for the entirety of the months of February and March.
Donations should be made at my Ko-fi. Type in the amount of coffees you’ll be donating ($5 a pop) and write down a variation on the phrase “For the Kyoko GD”. It’s very important you write down “GD” instead of “Growth Drive.”
The Growth Drive and story will update with every $250 donated.
Link to donate: ko-fi.com/P5P4BC4Z/goal?g=0

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