Winners Don't Do Drugs

Through the windows of the girl’s locker room at the municipal pool the silver moonlight illuminated the dark and cold steel and concrete interior. During the day the showers, lockers, and sinks would be busy and active, but now all was ghostly and quiet. On one of the benches between the rows of lockers sat a red-haired pale-skinned girl. Her crossed legs jittered with anticipation and frustration as she stared at her watch, waiting for someone.

“Dammit! Where is that guy? Lucy told me he’d be here around eleven! It’s now been fifteen minutes past the hour!”

The girl cursing to herself, Miranda, was a semi-professional city league water polo player. She took water polo seriously, almost too seriously at times. Within the league she was a respected and dedicated player, very fit, excellent at shooting, and always came to practice. However she always felt that she wasn’t playing at the top of her game, no matter how hard she practiced and fought to improve herself. The only way to really boost her performance was via drugs, but even she knew that shooting herself up with “performance-enhancers” would be illegal. She wanted to get better, but she didn’t want to get kicked out of the league.

Dull footsteps echoed from within the hallway leading to the locker room that Miranda waited in. She stood up and awaited her guest because he was the key towards boosting her performance without the authorities knowing a thing.

From the locker room entrance walked in a tall skinny young man wearing round sunglasses and a white trenchcoat with matching suit to complete the ensemble. In his right hand hung a simple black attaché case, Miranda knew what she wanted was within.

“Well it took you long enough.” snarled Miranda.

“Sorry, I’m not very familiar with the streets around here. I’ve only been in town for a day.” the man had a light Russian accent. Not anywhere near a Boris Badenov type of voice but still Miranda could hint he came from Russia.

“Eh whatever, so what do you have?”

The man lowered the case onto the bench that Miranda had just stood up from and clicked open the latches. He opened up the lid and within the case were a pair of fluorescent blue vials within small glass bottles plus some syringes within sterilized paper containers.

“So that’s the stuff?”

“Heliom-menthite Steroids. It’s totally undetectable by any sort of medical test, whether it be urine, blood, anything. They will never find this stuff in you.”

“Awesome! So I just shoot myself up with this stuff? It’s safe right?”

“I believe so.”

“You ‘believe’ so?”

“We got these vials from an abandoned ex-Soviet research lab. Apparently they were going to be used to boost the performance of Soviet athletes for the next Olympic games, but before they could be used the USSR fell.”

“Heh, so they were government-sanctioned? I guess that sounds safe enough.”

“Plus the chemicals within these steroids have been sourced from certain natural elements, like helium.”

“Interesting, so how much do you want for this stuff?” Miranda unsheathed her wallet from her pants pocket and unfolded it to grab some bills. The Russian just raised his right hand and began waving it.

“Actually, you do not have to pay me yet. I want to see how this special steroid verks myself.”

“Oh? Well, that’s generous of you. Being a black market guy and all.”

“We’re planning to reproduce and sell this chemical on the market, and if things go well you’ll be our first customer, as well as our product tester.”

“Aka, I’m a guinea pig.”

“Errr, sort of. But trust me, we took a look at this stuff and it doesn’t look suspicious to us at all. Its like normal steroids.”

“Okay, that’s good enough for me.” Miranda grabbed the cuff of her windbreaker and began to roll the sleeve back, exposing her toned muscular arm.

“Excellent.” Grinned the man. He reached for the vial and a sterilized syringe. After tearing it out of the paper pouch, he unscrewed the cap off of the small bottle, placed the needle into the mouth, and pulled back on the tab. Quickly the strange liquid within was sucked up into the syringe tube, ready for injection.

The man then grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball from within a pouch within the suitcase. He rubbed the alcohol onto Miranda’s arm to sterilize it, then he pointed the needle towards the vein buried beneath her skin and plunged it into her flesh. After just a second the steroid within the bottle had been squeezed out from the syringe and into Miranda’s circulatory system. Quickly he pulled the needle out of her arm and pressed the damp cotton ball into her arm.

“Press down on it for a few minutes and it should be healed up a bit.”

“Thanks.

“By the way, is it true you have a game tomorrow?” Asked the man as he began to button up his case.

“Yeah. It’s right at this pool, tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. You planning on coming?”

“I want to see this steroid in action myself.” As the man picked up his briefcase he floated out the door from which he came from.

“Er, goodbye.” Miranda grimaced and nursed the needle-wound on her arm.

Next morning the young Russian sat relaxed in the bleachers at the water polo game. He casually popped some peanuts into his mouth that he bought from the young kids at the gate. All the girls on both teams were swimming laps to warm up for the game, the lanes were a torrent of white water flying up into the air. The man searched for Miranda, curious to see if the steroid had changed her body in any way.

At the far end of the pool a shiny a slippery and muscular girl hoisted herself out of the water, it was Miranda. Her overall muscle mass did look noticeably larger, the steroids had already taken effect. As she stood up and slid her goggles over her forehead the girl grinned with glee at her new body.

“Aw man, I didn’t expect it to work this fast! I’m swimming freestyle faster than ever before! Nobody will be able to catch me when I’ve got the ball!” she thought as she patted her shiny neoprene swimsuit, admiring her newly-gained muscular curves. On the other end of the pool she spotted the referee signaling the two teams that the game was about to start. Miranda smugly trotted slowly over to the play area to play what would be an easy game in her opinion.

The game had been on for about a couple minutes and already Miranda had scored three goals and she was dashing towards the opposing team’s goal for a forth score. Her team mates were astonished by Miranda’s gusto and speed, they had never seen her so active and powerful before during a game but they weren’t complaining. They were beating the pants off a team considered to be one of the top picks in the city.

Miranda stopped in front of the goal and raised the ball into the air with her right arm. The other team members still were struggling to catch up with Miranda and they wouldn’t be able to catch her in time. She was going to toss the ball and most likely make another goal. She relished every second of the moment, knowing that she was unstoppable.

Right as she was about to toss the ball into the net for a clean trick pass, she felt a massive grumble erupt from within her stomach. It was powerful enough to knock her concentration and cause the ball to drop from her hand and into the goalie’s arms. Miranda turned around and grasped her stomach underwater…

“What the hell was that!?” Her eyes bulged in shock as she felt a tingling sensation throughout her whole body. All she could do was tread water and try to comprehend what was happening to her.

“Hey Miranda! Hustle over here!” cried out one of her team members on the other side of the playing area. “You feeling okay?”

“Uh, ugh.” Miranda knew she couldn’t play right now, so she made up an excuse. “Er, I have a nasty cramp in my stomach, I need to sit out for a bit.” She yelled to the referee.

“Okay, come on out.” The man began to walk back towards the center line just as Miranda hoisted herself out of the water. Now the tingling sensation grew even more noticeable and then that’s when something began to happen.

All Miranda could do at first was just stare blankly into the crowd without a clue about what was happening to her. Yet a few people within the audience began to point towards her and gape open-mouthed. This is when she looked down and saw that all the muscles on her body were growing! Slowly her bulging muscles ballooned out, making her look like a professional body builder within a few seconds. Despite their size they somehow didn’t feel like they had much mass to them, it was like they were filling up with air.

Now Miranda was beginning to panic, she hugged herself, feeling the still-inflating and very thick muscles on her body. Sweat began to ooze from her pores out of fright as she panicked. Before she could cry out she spotted the man who injected the steroids into her body the night before. He was still sitting in his bleacher, carefully watching the entire spectacle. That is when Miranda began to think, “Heliom-menthite!? That sounds way too similar to, HELIUM!” She began to cook with rage within thinking that she had been duped into trying a drug that nobody had taken before. And now the unknown side-effects were now becoming apparent.

First thing Miranda tried to do was point and yell at the man in order to tell people of his association with her plight, but as she reached her arm forward she heard what sounded like a loud hiss erupt from her belly. She looked down and much to her chagrin noticed that her stomach was inflating outwards, like a big black shiny balloon. It billowed out at a brisk speed while her ballooned muscles on her arms and legs began to smooth out into more simple and puffy curves. Now instead of looking like a body-builder Miranda had transmogrified into a grossly blimped caricature of a human. Her breasts blossomed out in front of her chest, obscuring her vision of the now equally-surprised crowd. Her back had billowed outwards as well along with her buttocks which now had expanded into two pale shiny beachballs squeezed together. The tight rubber swimsuit didn’t cover much of butt even when she was normal size and now it had all but disappeared, wedged between the gargantuan cheeks.

Miranda tried to call out for help but nothing understandable came from her mouth, it was obscured by her round puffy cheeks that reduced her speech to loud muffled murmurs. It was a miracle that her swimsuit had managed to still adhere to her body as it stretched and stretched, squeezing her body a bit as it reached the maximum limits of its elasticity. She struggled to keep herself standing as her legs and arms spread further, making locomotion an almost-impossible chore. Still her body relentlessly inflated, her ultra-tight and shiny skin squeaked and made groaning noises as more gas formed within Miranda. Finally she couldn’t keep herself standing up straight so she had no choice but to fall backwards. Despite ninety-percent of her vision being obscured by her now-mammoth breasts, Miranda could gaze off into the bright blue sky not knowing that she would soon become a part of it.

Now all Miranda could think of was how the audience was getting a prime view of her zeppelin-like underside and a crimson shade of embarrassment overcame her at the thought. Soon that feeling was overtaken by shock as she felt the pressure of cold concrete ground under her back disappear. She was now slowly floating up into the air like a child’s balloon being let go. The referee and the opposing team’s coach began to run towards the aloft Miranda and attempt to grab her but both of their valiant efforts were futile. First the ref didn’t get anywhere near her, he slipped on the wet concrete and fell down onto his butt. The coach managed to touch Miranda’s tight and slippery back but couldn’t successfully grab a hold of her. Now Miranda was floating out of their reach and into the sky. All she could do was scream underneath her baseball-sized cheeks not noticing that the hissing within her had stopped.

Lazily and carelessly Miranda’s ballooned body tumbled upwards into the sky, higher and higher up. All the people on the pool’s premises tilted their heads upwards and stood up and they watched her sail into the beautiful blue sky. Also people within the park surrounding the municipal pool began to take notice of the strange balloon that had taken off from the pool.

“Mommy? What’s that?” questioned a young boy as he pointed towards Miranda.

“You got me son, I guess they were having a party at the pool and one of their party favors got away.” she replied to the perplexed boy.

Everybody watched the helpless Miranda until her bloated floating body disappeared into the blue haze of the sky.

Down on the ground the coaches decided to indefinitely postpone the game as everyone sat down and tried to recollect their senses at what they just witnessed. The young Russian man in the crowd on the other hand just popped another peanut into his mouth and walked off towards the exit. Outside the Pool’s gate his partner and girlfriend was waiting for him.

“Looks like your customer didn’t care for what you gave her, she ran off.” The blonde-haired miniskirted vixen joked to him in Russian.

“Well, looks like we’re not raiding that warehouse anymore. Might as well just sell the familiar goods.” As the man chomped on a peanut his girlfriend reached her gloved hand into the bag and plucked the last one from the bottom.

“I guess those Americans are right about one thing, ‘Winners Don’t Do Drugs.’” she grinned as she munched on the peanut.

“Yeah, but I think it’s worded wrongly. It should be ‘Winners Deal Drugs.’”

“All those movies and television shows say otherwise, what makes you so sure of that?”

The man reached into his pocket and unsheathed a blue canvas wallet. He unfolded it and took out ten one-hundred dollar bills and flapped them for a bit in front of his grinning girlfriend’s face before stuffing them into the pocket of his trenchcoat.

“Swiped it from her gym bag right before she turned into the Goodyear Blimp.” grinned the man.

Giggling happily the girl wrapped her arms around her love and they walked off into the park. “Come on, let’s go to that fancy place you really like to eat lunch at.” Said the man as he crumpled up the empty peanut bag and tossed both it and the wallet into a nearby garbage can.