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INVESTIGATION LOG 1: It’s been nearly a month since my investigation began, and it seems the only progress I’ve made is on my body. Due to having to go undercover I had to research everything about fitness and workout routines as an extra precaution. And from this it seems my body has become more developed, having the muscle definition of a regular gym patron or even a beginner fitness model.
It's actually quite surprising how well my body takes to exercise and build muscle. I've never worked out much in my life, so maybe there is some sort of untapped potential inside me? Anyway, some progress has finally been made in this case, as a stroke of luck seems to have hit me at the gym today.
EARLIER AT THE GYM
“197. *huff* 198. *huff* 199… 200.”
Breathing heavily, that marked the end of my last set of bicep curls for the day. Re-racking the dumbbells on the stand and grabbing my water bottle and towel, wiping the sweat off of my forehead and taking a drink of water afterward. Taking a quick look around the gym, the usual patrons were present, but no one fits the profile of any steroid users.
“I guess tonight didn’t yield much results… As per usual.” I said to myself. “I should just call it a night. It’s not like I’m going to get anywhere at this point. Maybe I should try a different gym? That might yield some better results at this point.” I was ready to walk away, when suddenly a voice called out to me.
“Damn girl! You hit those reps like a beast!”
With a look of confusion, I turned back and said. “Excuse me?”
Seeing who exactly was talking to me, was a rather gargantuan individual, they had to be at least six feet tall or maybe even more so, and they had the body type of a professional bodybuilder who’d looked as though they’d been training for years, possibly decades.
“Your reps. You looked real focused on those curls, and had one hell of a form.” they said with a form of enthusiasm I haven’t seen since Hina.
“I see?” I said with curiosity and a hint of confusion. After that they seemed to settle down a bit and started talking again.
“Dude, it’s a compliment. Not a lotta people around here know how to handle weight like that without messin’ up their form or takin’ on too much weight. You’ve got some real talent for pumping iron, bro.” they said, giving a thumbs up and flashing a big grin at me. I was slightly put off by their change in demeanor, but a compliment is a compliment I suppose.
“Well, I appreciate the gesture then. Thank you for your comment.”
They held out their fist toward me for what I’d assume is a fist bump. When in Rome, I suppose. Upon getting a closer look at this person something felt off about them. It was then after looking up to get a look at their face I saw that they appear to be quite young, at least a first or second year in college. This seemed to be a stark contrast to the rest of their body, which had muscle that could only be accumulated through decades of hard work… Unless…
“Uh, yo. Earth to fit girl.” I snap out of my thoughts to see the person with a confused look on their face. “You kinda just zoned out on me there. You good?”
“Yes, I’m alright. Sorry if I was staring. I just haven’t seen anyone as large as you around here recently.”
They blinked for a moment before explaining. “Yeah, that’s cause I just got back recently from a competition out of the country and just got back.” they said, scratching the back of their head.
“Competition?” I retorted. “You’re a bodybuilder then, I take it?”
They looked back with a glimmer in their eyes. “Hell yeah!” they said energetically. “I practically live and breathe the sport! But, how’d you know that?”
“Call it a hunch.” I said with a smirk.
They looked back at me confused. “What are ya talkin about? I ain’t hunchin’...” I sighed to myself subconsciously.
“Anyways. You must have worked pretty hard to be in that kind of shape.” I said, continuing the conversation forward.
“Thanks!” they replied back. “It wasn’t easy, I'll tell ya that. Had to go through a crap ton of work to be competing on the heavyweight stage.”
“Yeah, I can imagine it must have taken you quite some time to build up the muscle you’ve got now. How long have you been training for?”
They scratched their chin for a second pondering while looking up at the ceiling. “Dunno? To be honest, I kinda lost track. But off the top of my head, I’d say a year or two.”
“Only two years?!” I exclaim, acting with an expression of shock and awe.
“Yeah, guess I got some good genes, eh?”
This confirms my suspicions. There is no conceivable way this person could have gained that much mass in such a short time. From the research I’ve done, even someone with good genetics would take at least a few more years or more to gain that kind of physique. The signs were all there. Without a shadow of a doubt, they’re using performance enhancers. Now that I know for certain, I just need to find out where they got their supply from. Once I figure that out I can then-
“So what about you?”
My train of thought was cut off by the question raised by the suspect. “I’m sorry?”
“How long you been workin’ out?”
I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy. There’s no way I can ask about their supplier now without dodging the question and arousing suspicion onto myself. Looks like I’m going to have to bide my time and play devil's advocate for now. I recomposed myself and began to think about how to respond, and came up with an answer.
“I’ve been training here for three months.” I answered.
With a shocked expression they replied, “Three months?! That’s amazing, girl! You were lifting like a pro there and you’ve only been working out three months?!”
“I suppose it’s all in the genes.” I said with my arms crossed giving a confident grin to the suspect.
“No kiddin’. You look in great shape! Think you could strike a pose for me?”
“...Sure, why not?” I said to them and then began flexing both of my arms. Still being pumped up from finishing my workout the feeling was, odd to say the least. I’ve never actually flexed before beside it being required for whatever exercise I was doing. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. There was a small sense of euphoria as my arms bulge outward. Gazing at them briefly I could feel the sense of strength they now possessed, even seeing some small veins protruding out as well. It could be just a case of a post workout pump, but either way I didn’t mind it. Finding it rather cathartic even.
“Nice, girl! You’re lookin’ good!” They gave me a look of approval and a thumbs up. “If you got that ripped in just three months, then I gotta admit, you’ve got a real knack for buildin’ muscle.”
“Thanks.” I said, relaxing my arms.
“So, what kinda goals are ya aimin’ for?”
“Why do you ask?” I retorted.
“Just curious is all. I mean, someone who has that much focus on lifting has to have some sort of goal, right?”
That’s actually a rather good point. I can’t tell them about my investigation for obvious reasons, so given my situation I’ll have to improvise. That’s when a thought occurred to me. Considering my status undercover, I might be able to spin this around to my advantage, and even manage to get to their supplier faster. It’s worth a shot at least. Time to swing for the fences.
“I’m training to become a professional bodybuilder.” I said confidently.
“Yo, for real?!” They made yet another shocked expression.
“For real.” I grinned.
“That’s freakin’ awesome! To be honest, I thought you were just doin’ this to get in shape or somethin’. But it’s awesome to hear that you’re a hardcore gym-rat!”
Perhaps they’ll be more inclined to divulge information if I try to match what they’re conceiving. It’s worth a shot at least.
“Hell yeah… Bro.” I muttered, attempting to match the same energy. “Being a bodybuilder has always been a lifelong dream of mine, to me there’s nothing better than getting under the weights and getting…”
…What was the phrase again?
“And gettin’ swole?” They replied, finishing my sentence.
“Yeah, swole!” That’s a relief. Continuing with my facade… “I want to get so unbelievably ripped, that I’ll make Ms. Olympia look like a twig in comparison. Hell, I’ll make Mr. Olympia look like an insect!” I declared with my forged proclamation which seemed to be paying off as the suspect was more than intrigued. Time to pull it all together.
I proceeded to clasp my hands together in a crab flex as hard as I possibly could. With my arms being pumped again from the flex, with that strange feeling returning to me. Along with my chest and abs, noticing that the sensation felt stronger this time. Perhaps due to me exerting more from my body? Questions for later. I continued my speech as I flexed as hard as I could.
“I want- No. I WILL get so jacked that I’ll be known as the Ultimate Bodybuilder!” I finished gritting my teeth as I flexed harder.
The suspect just stood there, mouth agape as they’re left in utter shock and awe at my proclamation completely speechless. This left me a bit concerned with how far I went into that, not even knowing I was capable of that. But given their current state, perhaps I went too far?
“Hell yeah, bro!” I relaxed as they looked at me with a glimmer in their eyes. “I knew you were a real one the moment I saw you!” They wrap their arm around my shoulder in a swift motion. “Consider me your gym buddy in arms! You ever need anythin’ you just let me know, aight?!”
I looked at him in disbelief, but quickly carried on. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to let you know, …bro.”
I think I just died a little on the inside having to do that, but at least it got the job done. I’ll need to put a little more thought into this persona if I’m going to keep this up, though. I’m gonna have to make a mental note to never tell Makoto about this. The last thing I need is him teasing me for saying the word ‘bro.’
Anyway, it seems I’ve managed to gain their trust at least. Now to get what I came for. I quickly recollected myself and got back into character. “Actually, there may be something that you could help with.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Well, I feel like I’m not getting the results I’m looking for, to be honest. I know it’s only been three months, but I was hoping for some faster results than this.” Time to ask the big question. “Is there any way I can speed up the process?”
They began pondering, most likely for a method to help my situation. “Well, I guess it depends. What kinda gear are you usin’?”
“Gear?” I raised my brow, wondering what they meant.
“Yeah, you know. Protein, supplements, vitamins. That sort of gear.”
I know that gear is a term used for performance enhancers, mostly as to not arouse suspicion about it being clearly illegal drugs. I needed to get to the point.
“I was thinking of going with something a little more off the market.” I specified in a shifty way.
“Oh really now?” he asked, the intrigue increasing in his voice.
“You’ve got any recommendations?” I probed, keeping my confident demeanor.
“I might have one idea… But.”
“But what?”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s good shit. But it’s also a little freaky.” they replied with a hint of concern. Which only made me more sure that this is what I was looking for. Looks like I’ve just struck gold.
A sneaky grin formed on my mouth. “Good. That sounds like exactly what I’m looking for. I don’t care how freaky this stuff is. If it’s good shit and it’ll get me the results I want, then I’ll take it in a heartbeat.”
The suspect blinked for a moment, and finally spoke with a smile. “Okay then. I’ll talk to some of my guys to see if they can get you hooked up. It’s gonna take a little time, but once I tell them about what you’re lookin’ for. They’ll definitely wanna meet with you.”
“Sounds good to me.”
PRESENT DAY
After a month of staking out in the gym, I finally have a lead. The suspect explained afterward that they’ll be in touch and to keep frequenting the gym, saying that the supplier will meet with me there if the deal goes through. While it’s not the most ideal scenario, a lead’s a lead. I’m just glad my gamble seemed to have paid off. At the cost of my dignity, but I suppose that’s the price for working undercover.
Speaking of which, if I want to succeed with this facade I’ll have to flesh it out a bit more and practice a change in mannerisms if I want to stay in character. I wonder if there’s anyone who can give me some pointers on that front? Anyway, all I can do at the moment is wait and hope that the deal goes through. Until then, I suppose I’ll have to keep to this workout regimen I have for the time being. Which now I’m oddly looking forward to. Guess that’s one upside to all of this I suppose. END LOG.
TO BE CONTINUED
========
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It's actually quite surprising how well my body takes to exercise and build muscle. I've never worked out much in my life, so maybe there is some sort of untapped potential inside me? Anyway, some progress has finally been made in this case, as a stroke of luck seems to have hit me at the gym today.
EARLIER AT THE GYM
“197. *huff* 198. *huff* 199… 200.”
Breathing heavily, that marked the end of my last set of bicep curls for the day. Re-racking the dumbbells on the stand and grabbing my water bottle and towel, wiping the sweat off of my forehead and taking a drink of water afterward. Taking a quick look around the gym, the usual patrons were present, but no one fits the profile of any steroid users.
“I guess tonight didn’t yield much results… As per usual.” I said to myself. “I should just call it a night. It’s not like I’m going to get anywhere at this point. Maybe I should try a different gym? That might yield some better results at this point.” I was ready to walk away, when suddenly a voice called out to me.
“Damn girl! You hit those reps like a beast!”
With a look of confusion, I turned back and said. “Excuse me?”
Seeing who exactly was talking to me, was a rather gargantuan individual, they had to be at least six feet tall or maybe even more so, and they had the body type of a professional bodybuilder who’d looked as though they’d been training for years, possibly decades.
“Your reps. You looked real focused on those curls, and had one hell of a form.” they said with a form of enthusiasm I haven’t seen since Hina.
“I see?” I said with curiosity and a hint of confusion. After that they seemed to settle down a bit and started talking again.
“Dude, it’s a compliment. Not a lotta people around here know how to handle weight like that without messin’ up their form or takin’ on too much weight. You’ve got some real talent for pumping iron, bro.” they said, giving a thumbs up and flashing a big grin at me. I was slightly put off by their change in demeanor, but a compliment is a compliment I suppose.
“Well, I appreciate the gesture then. Thank you for your comment.”
They held out their fist toward me for what I’d assume is a fist bump. When in Rome, I suppose. Upon getting a closer look at this person something felt off about them. It was then after looking up to get a look at their face I saw that they appear to be quite young, at least a first or second year in college. This seemed to be a stark contrast to the rest of their body, which had muscle that could only be accumulated through decades of hard work… Unless…
“Uh, yo. Earth to fit girl.” I snap out of my thoughts to see the person with a confused look on their face. “You kinda just zoned out on me there. You good?”
“Yes, I’m alright. Sorry if I was staring. I just haven’t seen anyone as large as you around here recently.”
They blinked for a moment before explaining. “Yeah, that’s cause I just got back recently from a competition out of the country and just got back.” they said, scratching the back of their head.
“Competition?” I retorted. “You’re a bodybuilder then, I take it?”
They looked back with a glimmer in their eyes. “Hell yeah!” they said energetically. “I practically live and breathe the sport! But, how’d you know that?”
“Call it a hunch.” I said with a smirk.
They looked back at me confused. “What are ya talkin about? I ain’t hunchin’...” I sighed to myself subconsciously.
“Anyways. You must have worked pretty hard to be in that kind of shape.” I said, continuing the conversation forward.
“Thanks!” they replied back. “It wasn’t easy, I'll tell ya that. Had to go through a crap ton of work to be competing on the heavyweight stage.”
“Yeah, I can imagine it must have taken you quite some time to build up the muscle you’ve got now. How long have you been training for?”
They scratched their chin for a second pondering while looking up at the ceiling. “Dunno? To be honest, I kinda lost track. But off the top of my head, I’d say a year or two.”
“Only two years?!” I exclaim, acting with an expression of shock and awe.
“Yeah, guess I got some good genes, eh?”
This confirms my suspicions. There is no conceivable way this person could have gained that much mass in such a short time. From the research I’ve done, even someone with good genetics would take at least a few more years or more to gain that kind of physique. The signs were all there. Without a shadow of a doubt, they’re using performance enhancers. Now that I know for certain, I just need to find out where they got their supply from. Once I figure that out I can then-
“So what about you?”
My train of thought was cut off by the question raised by the suspect. “I’m sorry?”
“How long you been workin’ out?”
I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy. There’s no way I can ask about their supplier now without dodging the question and arousing suspicion onto myself. Looks like I’m going to have to bide my time and play devil's advocate for now. I recomposed myself and began to think about how to respond, and came up with an answer.
“I’ve been training here for three months.” I answered.
With a shocked expression they replied, “Three months?! That’s amazing, girl! You were lifting like a pro there and you’ve only been working out three months?!”
“I suppose it’s all in the genes.” I said with my arms crossed giving a confident grin to the suspect.
“No kiddin’. You look in great shape! Think you could strike a pose for me?”
“...Sure, why not?” I said to them and then began flexing both of my arms. Still being pumped up from finishing my workout the feeling was, odd to say the least. I’ve never actually flexed before beside it being required for whatever exercise I was doing. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. There was a small sense of euphoria as my arms bulge outward. Gazing at them briefly I could feel the sense of strength they now possessed, even seeing some small veins protruding out as well. It could be just a case of a post workout pump, but either way I didn’t mind it. Finding it rather cathartic even.
“Nice, girl! You’re lookin’ good!” They gave me a look of approval and a thumbs up. “If you got that ripped in just three months, then I gotta admit, you’ve got a real knack for buildin’ muscle.”
“Thanks.” I said, relaxing my arms.
“So, what kinda goals are ya aimin’ for?”
“Why do you ask?” I retorted.
“Just curious is all. I mean, someone who has that much focus on lifting has to have some sort of goal, right?”
That’s actually a rather good point. I can’t tell them about my investigation for obvious reasons, so given my situation I’ll have to improvise. That’s when a thought occurred to me. Considering my status undercover, I might be able to spin this around to my advantage, and even manage to get to their supplier faster. It’s worth a shot at least. Time to swing for the fences.
“I’m training to become a professional bodybuilder.” I said confidently.
“Yo, for real?!” They made yet another shocked expression.
“For real.” I grinned.
“That’s freakin’ awesome! To be honest, I thought you were just doin’ this to get in shape or somethin’. But it’s awesome to hear that you’re a hardcore gym-rat!”
Perhaps they’ll be more inclined to divulge information if I try to match what they’re conceiving. It’s worth a shot at least.
“Hell yeah… Bro.” I muttered, attempting to match the same energy. “Being a bodybuilder has always been a lifelong dream of mine, to me there’s nothing better than getting under the weights and getting…”
…What was the phrase again?
“And gettin’ swole?” They replied, finishing my sentence.
“Yeah, swole!” That’s a relief. Continuing with my facade… “I want to get so unbelievably ripped, that I’ll make Ms. Olympia look like a twig in comparison. Hell, I’ll make Mr. Olympia look like an insect!” I declared with my forged proclamation which seemed to be paying off as the suspect was more than intrigued. Time to pull it all together.
I proceeded to clasp my hands together in a crab flex as hard as I possibly could. With my arms being pumped again from the flex, with that strange feeling returning to me. Along with my chest and abs, noticing that the sensation felt stronger this time. Perhaps due to me exerting more from my body? Questions for later. I continued my speech as I flexed as hard as I could.
“I want- No. I WILL get so jacked that I’ll be known as the Ultimate Bodybuilder!” I finished gritting my teeth as I flexed harder.
The suspect just stood there, mouth agape as they’re left in utter shock and awe at my proclamation completely speechless. This left me a bit concerned with how far I went into that, not even knowing I was capable of that. But given their current state, perhaps I went too far?
“Hell yeah, bro!” I relaxed as they looked at me with a glimmer in their eyes. “I knew you were a real one the moment I saw you!” They wrap their arm around my shoulder in a swift motion. “Consider me your gym buddy in arms! You ever need anythin’ you just let me know, aight?!”
I looked at him in disbelief, but quickly carried on. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to let you know, …bro.”
I think I just died a little on the inside having to do that, but at least it got the job done. I’ll need to put a little more thought into this persona if I’m going to keep this up, though. I’m gonna have to make a mental note to never tell Makoto about this. The last thing I need is him teasing me for saying the word ‘bro.’
Anyway, it seems I’ve managed to gain their trust at least. Now to get what I came for. I quickly recollected myself and got back into character. “Actually, there may be something that you could help with.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Well, I feel like I’m not getting the results I’m looking for, to be honest. I know it’s only been three months, but I was hoping for some faster results than this.” Time to ask the big question. “Is there any way I can speed up the process?”
They began pondering, most likely for a method to help my situation. “Well, I guess it depends. What kinda gear are you usin’?”
“Gear?” I raised my brow, wondering what they meant.
“Yeah, you know. Protein, supplements, vitamins. That sort of gear.”
I know that gear is a term used for performance enhancers, mostly as to not arouse suspicion about it being clearly illegal drugs. I needed to get to the point.
“I was thinking of going with something a little more off the market.” I specified in a shifty way.
“Oh really now?” he asked, the intrigue increasing in his voice.
“You’ve got any recommendations?” I probed, keeping my confident demeanor.
“I might have one idea… But.”
“But what?”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s good shit. But it’s also a little freaky.” they replied with a hint of concern. Which only made me more sure that this is what I was looking for. Looks like I’ve just struck gold.
A sneaky grin formed on my mouth. “Good. That sounds like exactly what I’m looking for. I don’t care how freaky this stuff is. If it’s good shit and it’ll get me the results I want, then I’ll take it in a heartbeat.”
The suspect blinked for a moment, and finally spoke with a smile. “Okay then. I’ll talk to some of my guys to see if they can get you hooked up. It’s gonna take a little time, but once I tell them about what you’re lookin’ for. They’ll definitely wanna meet with you.”
“Sounds good to me.”
PRESENT DAY
After a month of staking out in the gym, I finally have a lead. The suspect explained afterward that they’ll be in touch and to keep frequenting the gym, saying that the supplier will meet with me there if the deal goes through. While it’s not the most ideal scenario, a lead’s a lead. I’m just glad my gamble seemed to have paid off. At the cost of my dignity, but I suppose that’s the price for working undercover.
Speaking of which, if I want to succeed with this facade I’ll have to flesh it out a bit more and practice a change in mannerisms if I want to stay in character. I wonder if there’s anyone who can give me some pointers on that front? Anyway, all I can do at the moment is wait and hope that the deal goes through. Until then, I suppose I’ll have to keep to this workout regimen I have for the time being. Which now I’m oddly looking forward to. Guess that’s one upside to all of this I suppose. 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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