Zeinab was playing better than she ever had in her life. Everyone was amazed, and some incredibly jealous. She had never felt so good in her life. She was never more focused, more energized. She needed more of that stuff.
"No way." Sam said.
"Why? This stuff works amazingly." Zeinab said, annoyed.
"Look at you. I've never seen someone react so effectively to this stuff."
"So?" Zeinab said. "don't you wanna make money?"
"No. I did this to help you, and to test this stuff. You are obviously bigger, and your addiction is relative to your increase in size." Samantha explained. "You are already showing signs of addiction. You are already the best here, and have an easy shot for the Olympics. You don't need anymore."
Zeinab bit her tongue. She wanted to punch Samantha in the face, and almost did. This knocked her to her senses though. Zeinab has never been violent, and this was the first time she ever felt the need to hit someone. Samantha was right, she was already addicted. "Dammit..." Zeinab said. "I wish you never gave me this stuff in the first place."
"...Sorry." Samantha said. "Look, just relax, give it a few days, and your cravings will vanish, alright?"
Zeinab agreed, but only after she managed to sneak 2 needles out of Samantha's bag.
At home, Zeinab was in her sports bra, and tight shorts. She sat at the end of her bed, panting. Zeinab always jogged home, and it was a warm day. She was glistening in sweat, her firm body shining, illuminating her perfect skin. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her firm stomach shifted as her large breasts moved up and down with each breath. She held a needle in her right hand, staring at it. "Just...this one. No more after this." She said to herself, and slowly stuck the needle into her arm, and pushed down on the plunger.
She pulled the needle out, and set it on her dresser. She said there, panting slightly, as the feeling moved across her whole body. She closed her eyes, as her body began to expand ever slightly. Her strong arms thickened slightly, as her shoulders pushed outward, tiny bit by tiny bit. Her eyes remained closed as her breathing increase. Zeinab moaned softly as she felt her sports bra tighten around her, as her back muscles swelled, fighting against her enlarging breasts, which grew more perfect and perky as they swelled outward.
Her knees slowly moved away from her bed as her thighs lengthened. She felt her bare feet shift along the carpet as they grew. She adjusted her legs, feeling odd that her knees were rising upward as well. Her thigh muscles thickened and grew more defined, keeping up with the rest of her body. Her calves followed suite. Her butt and hips slowly grew, her butt moving farther and farther onto the bed, as the perfect amount of muscle and fat built onto it, keeping in proportion with her widening hips. Her stomach shifted, as her bellybutton slowly moved upward in regards to her lengthening torso.
Zeinab opened her eyes, and gave out a deep breath. She was panting like she had just sprinted for an hour. She stood up, and the feeling of vertigo hit her for a moment. She looked down, see her giant breasts stuffed into her sports bra. She was curious as to how she was gonna get it off. She looked in the mirror, and could no longer see her face, as she had grown too tall for it. She saw a wetness at her crotch. She turned around, and viewed her beautiful ass, the crack of which was exposed due to her growth.
She looked and felt amazing. She was now 6'10", and full of power and beauty. Nothing could stop her....
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