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This story was written for HP1741A. It contains F/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult lady, and TF/Muscle growth. :3

[center][b][u]Get Boosted[/u][/b][/center]

Zoe huffed rhythmically as she jogged towards town. The route into town wasn't actually much longer than her normal daily run, but its unfamiliarity somehow added a little to its difficulty. The toned form of Zoe's body glinted slightly with sweat as she ran, her chest held tight against her by a well fitted sports bra beneath a tight t-shirt, and her strong thighs held in the longest and most socially acceptable pair of running shorts she owned. Her brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, whipped from side to side as she ran, and her trainer-clad feet slapped against the pavement in time with the beat of the music pounding in her ears.

Normally she would have driven to the store, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to run home like this with a bag or two of whatever she purchased there, but Ryan had the car. She couldn't really complain though. He was really helping out at his work by volunteering his weekend, and the overtime he was going to be paid for it would more than pay for any extras she ended up buying today. Unlike some men she had been with in the past after all, Ryan appreciated Zoe's strong, athletic form. He delighted in the fact that she was bigger and stronger than him, and was all too happy to aid and indulge in her fitness habits whenever he had the chance.

It took about twenty five minutes for Zoe to get from their suburban home's front door to one of her favourite local stores, a combination health food and sports nutrition store that took their job seriously, not stocking any bizarre fad diet drinks or holistic homeopathic bullshit. Thus almost every week Zoe found herself visiting the store in search of whatever new products they had on the shelves, each one in some way scientifically backed and proven to aid in making a body like hers even more strong and healthy.

Some of the products they stocked were very dry and plain in packaging, no frills with their ability to work alone enough to sell them. Others however, like the first which Zoe saw today, before even entering the shop itself...

'[i]Get Boosted with TIGER POWER ULTIMATE BOOST![/i]'

A large standee stood in one of the store windows, portraying several buff bipedal tigers all flexing, grinning and holding onto bottles of a vibrant purple colour with an orange and black tiger striped label. One tiger was dressed in a speedo, and though his design looked beautifully fluffy the muscles of his limbs and even the six-pack of his abs had been artistically rendered to remain visible. Another, a lady judging by the more bikini-style swimwear she was dressed in, seemed even larger and stronger than her male counterpart as she flexed two bottles like weights. And between them, a third tiger hoisted a set of vast dumbbells over his head while opened mouthed and roaring toothily, a large speech bubble proclaiming what seemed to be the two word catchphrase of this new drink.

'[i][b]Get boosted![/b][/i]'

Zoe smirked as she wandered into the store, undeniably curious about the choice of marketing. Sure enough, close to the front of the store at the near-end of several aisles, the shelves were stacked with real versions of those violet bottles with the tiger striped labelling. Zoe grabbed a basket, and though she normally went through the store weaving from left to right, this time she made her way directly towards the central aisle where one of the employees was standing behind a small table, obviously set up with bottles of the new product and many small plastic cups to give out samples.

"Morning, Zoe."

He greeted her with familiarity, and she beamed in return.

"Morning, Mo. So, what can this drink do for me? Standard electrolyte replacement?"

The employee grinned, shaking his head as he lifted a fresh bottle from the table, gesturing it towards Zoe curiously. She nodded in gratitude, and beamed as he poured her about an inch of the liquid, as vibrant and purple as the bottle in which it was contained, into one of the plastic cups.

"Actually, there's a whole bunch of stuff this drink is meant to do. We were sent a press release, and about three quarters of it was scientific studies from surprisingly big publications detailing its effects. For a while the government were considering regulating it because it's effects can be so prominent, but they couldn't find any justification for doing so. Beyond its sugar content it doesn't have anything remotely dangerous. No caffeine, no taurine or any other energy drink norms. I tried to read some of the papers on its active ingredients, but it was [i]way[/i] over my head. The gist was something about increased aerobic respiration rates and ATP synthesis and absorption. Seems pretty cool, albeit somewhat pricier than we normally expect from someone trying to break into the market."

By the time Mo had stopped talking, Zoe had already sipped at the plastic cup which had been handed to her, then subsequently downed the rest of the small quantity provided. Her eyes were wide. Her tongue reached out across her lips for a moment, and she actually shivered slightly before finding herself able to respond.

"T-that was..."

She blushed, feeling stupid for how [i]intensely[/i] she was reacting to that small sip.

"...really tasty..."

And that was an understatement. She felt so dumb for thinking it, for even thinking about thinking it, but in the moment and even now a few seconds later, that energy drink quite honestly tasted like the most incredible thing that Zoe had ever had in her mouth. More than that, just by having sipped it oh so briefly and in such a small amount, she swore that she felt better. Her muscles didn't ache quite so much from the exertion of the run that had brought her here. She felt cooler; less sweaty and worked up despite the drink having not been chilled in any way, and yet at the same time she felt undeniably energised, like she could quite easily have run all the way home again right then without a pause.

Mo chuckled, seeming not to recognise any of the internal struggles which Zoe was undergoing in those moments.

"Yeah? I tried it earlier, it was pretty good. But, they say it's best drunk either just before or after exercise, so maybe you're getting more out of it than me. All I know is that a lot of folks haven't even gone in for a taste test because of the price."

Only now did Zoe think to actually look at the shelves to the left and right of the table, reading the price marked on them and raising her eyebrows. They were double the price of a standard sports drink, and that wasn't even counting the fact that at one time or another this store almost always had one of the brands they stocked on offer. No wonder the shelf displays looked almost untouched. And yet, Zoe couldn't help but feel tempted. She could practically taste the bottle's contents dripping down the back of her throat even now. She could feel her body becoming more energised. More [i]boosted[/i] by the tiger power contained within.

Trying not to look too eager, too desperate, she grinned at Mo.

"Well, I guess I'll take one. Gotta support my favourite local business, after all."

She slipped one of the bottles into her basket, only to blush as she exaggeratedly wiped a free hand across her brow.

"Uh... you wouldn't mind if I cracked it open now, right? I can pay for that first, before I do the rest of my shopping. It's just, I ran here, and..."

Her voice trailed off gratefully as Mo gestured in an obvious '[i]no problem[/i]' manner. She grinned, immediately plucked the bottle out of her basket once more, cracked it open with a carbonated hiss, and took a gulp. Then another. And another. She had to stop herself, physically restrain herself, to keep from downing the whole thing right then and there. She smiled graciously at Mo once more, and darted away rather hastily both to begin the rest of her weekly shop here... and indeed to get out of sight of the employee before the feelings boiling beneath the surface of her body became visible upon her face.

No sooner was she around the corner of one aisle, Zoe stumbled. She bit down purposefully on her bottom lip, and her hands clenched tightly around the bottle and the basket clutched within them as she pressed her thighs tightly together, eyes rolling as for some bizarre reason she felt a surge of almost sexual pleasure as the incredible invigorating taste of the energy drink lingered in her mouth. It took all her willpower not to moan aloud, and even then she couldn't help but allow a rattled, ragged breath of longing to slip through her lips.

In record time, though admittedly slowed slightly by a few more sips at her bottle of Tiger Power and the subsequent need to stop and simply revel in how it made her feel, Zoe arrived back at the counter to pay for her purchases. She waved to Mo one last time as she explained to the cashier why the bottled drink she was paying for was already a third empty, paid for it, along with her protein powder and a couple of high energy, high fibre snack bars, before finally leaving the store with bags in hand and a long walk back home ahead of her.

A long walk... or not quite as long a run.

She looked at the bags in her hands. She tested their weight. No, it wouldn't be entirely comfortable jogging with them in tow, but... she felt so energised right now. So eager, so ready to exercise and get her body moving. Walking home would seem like such a waste, not only of her time but of her energy, of this [i]feeling[/i] surging through her right now. Again she shuddered. Again Zoe pressed her thighs together, grunting softly and glad that the street was loud enough with traffic and other people that no-one could possibly have heard that sound of undeniable pleasure. She transferred both plastic shopping bags to one hand, plucked her bottle out of one of them, and took another long swig. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she could practically see herself racing home, bags in hand, ready to seize the opportunities that this day had to offer.

She opened her eyes again a few seconds later, and grinned.

She was going to do it.

She was going to run home, loaded down with purchases or not.

But... first?

Both the cashier who had served her and indeed Mo from a little further inside the store looked up curiously as Zoe re-entered and darted over to the shelves beside where Mo was seated. She blushed as she approached him, giggling and hefting her bags in one hand as she awkwardly grabbed another one, two, three bottles in her free digits. It still didn't seem enough though. She set them back onto the shelf, and instead turned her gaze upward. To the top of the racks of bottles, where there were several twenty-four bottle unopened cases resting. She looked to Mo. Then to the cashier. She could feel the outline of her bank card pressing against her leg in the lean outline of her shorts' tiny pocket, and shuddered as she realised what she was about to do.

Soon she was emerging from the store once more, walking down the main shopping street until she was out of the crowds again, before stretching out and preparing herself for her run home. Before she could start to make her way though, there was one more thing that she couldn't help but do first.

Setting down the heavy duty bag she had bought to carry the twenty-four bottle case, Zoe plucked her first and half drunk bottle from the smaller and by comparison far lighter bag of her first round of purchases. She unfastened the cap and took another swig. She shuddered. Moaned once more under her breath. She readied herself to replace the lid, but then stopped. She looked down at the bottle, and in her head began to justify. To rationalise. She had plenty more bottles, so... was there really anything wrong with finishing off the first, prior to her next bout of exercise?

She lifted it to her lips, trembling slightly in anticipation, and drank. Not just a few sips. Not just a couple of gulps. Every last drop remaining.

And then, shaking from top to bottom, feeling her heart pounding, her legs aching with their eager desire to have their muscles used, and her pussy quivering and clutching inside her shorts as though she was on the verge of something humiliatingly incredible happening to her primed, energised and thoroughly boosted body, she picked up her heavy bags as though they were no more than a feather-weight, and ran.

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By the time Zoe got home twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat and yet not the slightest bit fatigued. She shook visibly as she stood by the front door, breathing heavily and grunting softly as fluids that might or might not have been sweat trickled out from beneath her shorts, drooling over and down her inner thighs.

She barely made it inside, barely managed to set the heavy case of Tiger Power down on the hallway table before ripping the plastic open and dragging out a fresh bottle. She chugged it in its entirety in a matter of seconds, and as one hand held the bottle aloft her other pressed itself down the front of her shorts, barely managing to graze her swollen and throbbing clit before a cataclysmic wave of orgasmic rapture crashed over Zoe. She gurgled loudly, stumbling back against the hallway wall to keep from falling, and as a few violet trickles of the Tiger Power dripped down her chin the front of her lycra running shorts darkened even more than was already the case, and her thighs became veritable waterfalls.

"G-gotta... stay boosted..."

Zoe moaned as the empty bottle fell to the floor beside her, still feverishly masturbating and feeling her toes curl urgently inside her trainers. She kicked them off, pressing her feet down into the soft carpet of the hallway and whimpering as another orgasm surged through her mere moments later, yet more wetness running down her inner legs and drumming against the carpet, wetting the pale, clean material with her liquid ecstasy. Somehow, after that second climax, she managed to stop herself from pleasuring her body with her fingers any longer. That wasn't to say that she stopped of course, but instead she ran upstairs and plucked her favourite bullet vibe from inside her underwear drawer. With a desperate cry of lust she slid it inside of herself, grabbing a sweat-band from another nearby drawer but wrapping it around her thigh rather than her head. She held the battery and control unit of the vibrator to her leg with the band, and turned the toy all the way up before pulling her shorts up and over it once more. Then, mere moments later, she was back downstairs. Grabbing another bottle from the case, chugging it with absolute disregard for the small serving suggestion label on the side.

That bottle soon landed near the second on the hallway floor, empty as Zoe bolted to the front door again. She disappeared through it with her feet still bare, and with the vibrator buzzing violently inside of her and a fourth bottle of Tiger Power clutched in her hand, she began to sprint as fast as her body would carry her around the block. Running. Cumming. Entirely ignoring the energy drink's advice as she ran with it, gulping down mouthful after sweet, energising mouthful between panting gasps of exertion both physical and deeply, gloriously sexual.

'[i]Suggested serving, one half bottle per hour of vigorous exercise. For best effect consume only one bottle daily. Recommended to not exceed two bottles per day.[/i]'

By the time she arrived back from her impromptu sprint session, Zoe's face looked haggard with constant bliss, her hair plastered to her face by sweat, her clothes drenched in her perspiration and her skin shimmering. She wasn't tired though. She wasn't sore. She was ready for more. So much more.

With ease she carried the case of her remaining bottles through the house and into the side entrance of the garage, not used to store their car but instead converted into a home gym for herself and Ryan's use. She downed another bottle, tearing off her clothes with her free hand at the same time and in particular gasping in relief as she freed her breasts from the tight and restricting confines of her sports bra. The vibrator inside of her clutching pussy was pulled free too, but soon found itself replaced by no fewer than four of the woman's own fingers as she stepped onto the cross-trainer, set it to its maximum resistance and began to work herself out once again in more ways than one.

"Yes!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came around her feverishly moving fingers, pushing harder and faster at the machine beneath her, grinning, grunting in pride as she felt the gears inside of it straining as she pushed them faster than they were comfortably meant to move at the current high resistance setting.

"Fuck! Oh [i]fuck[/i], y-yeah!"

The device beneath her creaked and groaned, its internal workings beginning to emit a rather unpleasant grinding sound as Zoe felt herself not just pushing harder, but actively achieving more. She felt so strong. So fucking strong and so goddamn fucking [i]good[/i] it was incredible! She might even have said impossible, were she not too busy feeling it, proving it to be real and all too possible in that very moment.

Finally with an almighty wrenching crack something gave way within the cross-trainer, and its gears seized, only for the supports beneath Zoe's left leg to give out entirely as she kept on pressing down against them.

This became more and more of a problem as Zoe kept trying to work out, only semi-aware of her body growing and changing, but entirely cognisant of the fact that however it was happening she was becoming far stronger and larger than she had been before Tiger Power had come into her life. Every time a new piece of equipment gave way beneath her touch, be it the rowing machine cord snapping, the pull-up bar being yanked clean out of its sockets, or the leg and arm levers of their fly machine being torn away from the main body of the device in Zoe's eagerness to work herself harder with it, she seemed to grow more enthralled and delighted by her own strength. So much so that it simply didn't matter to her how or why it was happening, just so long as it didn't stop.

There came a point where Zoe found herself lying upon one of the only remaining intact pieces of gym equipment remaining in the garage, the weight bench, lifting a dumbbell which normally would have been the very most she could manage two-handed and with all her focus and Ryan there to assist as spotter. Today however she lifted it with ease using only one hand, while the other was busy not just fondling and groping between her legs, but shamelessly plunging one of the empty Tiger Power bottles in and out of herself. Not only was she vaguely aware of the fact that she shouldn't have been able to lift that much, she also knew that she could never have fitted a bottle inside her body in that way before today. Not without a lot of practice and a lot of time at the very least, though now, like all things, it came with ridiculously little effort. As did she.

"Yeah! Ahhh god, r-right there. Right fucking t-there..."

She snarled and growled her way through another orgasm, and another, and a third in rapid succession. Her powerful clawed hand dug into the top of the plastic bottle, pressing more and more of it into her as her juices gushed out around it with each explosive peak. All the while she was lifting. Pressing the weighted dumbbell skyward over and over again, panting and snarling not with exertion, but with glee at how effortless an act it was. Finally she tossed the weight aside, throwing it so high it almost hit the garage ceiling, then crashed down with force and mass enough to crack the solid concrete floor beneath the protective gym mats laid across them. She dragged herself upright, pulling the slick, cum-dripping bottle from her pussy and rapidly replacing it with a full one, pulling it to her muzzle in a frenzy of haste to drink it down before rubbing the empty plastic container between her legs, against the puffy and engorged flesh of her pussy and between her thickened, intensely sensitive outer lips.

She reached down with her free hand for another bottle, claws pushing aside the ragged remains of the case's plastic coating to try and find one that she hadn't already consumed. After five seconds of blind searching, she frowned, and after ten she looked down with a growl of frustration.

Her eyes widened. A rumbled snarl, followed by a softer, more desperate mewling escaped her lips.

"O-oh..."

She stared at the empty case, and then around the room at the twenty or so empty bottles that lay discarded, spent and used up amidst the ruined gym equipment.

Only then did it hit her. Only then did she realise just how many bottles she'd drunk over the last... god, how long had it been? An hour? Two? More than that, or perhaps even less?

She'd drunk the entire case, and now...

She looked at her arms outstretched before her. No longer smooth and glistening with sweat. Thick. Strong. More so than they'd ever been before, and coated in lush fur. Her hands were huge and her fingers ended in sharp, curved claws which could retract and extend at will. Her legs were similarly stacked in terms of muscle, visible even through her fur just like... she moaned in realisation as it struck her... just like the tigers in the standee at the store.

She rose to her feet suddenly, and yowled in shock as she came immensely close to cracking her head on the ceiling. Ducking down low, eyes bulging as she momentarily reeled at the awareness of her height, far beyond the five foot ten inches she had been prior to all this, Zoe rushed back into the house. She squeezed through the door to her home, through the hallway, up the stairs, and into the master bathroom. To the full length mirror which was held within, so that she could look upon the changes that she had felt taking place, but so easily ignored in her enjoyment of what those changes had allowed her to do.

Leaning back against the towel rack between sink and shower, only to groan in dismay as it bent beneath her weight and strength, Zoe stared at herself in the mirror. No longer the woman she had been. No longer human as she had been.

A toothy, colossal tigress stared back at her. Beautiful in her own way, strange and yet... [i]right[/i], just as real and natural to at least a portion of Zoe's mind as her prior reflection had been.

She reached for her chest, and the tigress in the mirror did so too. Powerful hands grasped at huge breasts, each one almost as large as her head, but held firm and proud upon her chest by the sheer volume of muscle surrounding them. Her clawed fingers teased at their swollen nipples, and with a deep rumbling snarl Zoe felt yet more orgasmic juices soaking the furred interior of her thighs.

Releasing one breast, Zoe looked down between those trembling thighs as she reached for her nether regions. Her pussy, like her breasts, was larger than it had been. Thicker, heavier, prominent between her legs and oh so intensely sensitive. Just squeezing her powerful legs together made Zoe's head spin with pleasure, and no sooner had she dragged a thumb across her grape-sized clit, she was throwing her head back and roaring in fresh ecstasy as several streaks of thick translucent ejaculate lashed out across the same tile floor upon which her clawed feet were currently drumming as they wriggled and flexed.

She was huge, standing well over eight feet tall and thus having to duck down to not crash her head into the ceiling as she stood and watched herself ripple with strength and beauty and pure, unabashed sexuality. She was powerful, so much so that her body didn't feel nearly as heavy as it must surely have been with the rippling muscle visible through her fur all across its figure. Even now she ached for a chance to work that muscle. To find things larger, heavier than those heaviest weights she'd been hoisting above herself with such ease just minutes ago. She wanted to prove herself. To test her almighty strength. And of course, she wanted to reward herself for those successes in two vital ways.

She wanted to cum, and keep on cumming for as long as her body would let her. And she wanted to drink more Tiger Power. To get boosted to even greater extremes than she already had. Hopefully both at once, and in equal, endless abundance.

Turning away from the mirror and accidentally ripping the door off its hinges as she tried to exit the bathroom, Zoe rushed downstairs, hearing the steps' wooden planks creak and shudder beneath her weight as she rushed to the living room and grabbed her phone from where she had left it charging when she went for her run earlier that day. Her eyes bulged, and she cried out in frustration as she stared at the device resting within her hand, crumpled at the edges where she had thoughtlessly grabbed at it, screen cracked and a few sparks emitting from the end of the wire where she had ripped the charger clean out of the wall as she lifted it away.

She tossed the broken phone aside, and much more carefully moved over to lift the handset from their little-used but thankfully still connected house phone.

She dialled a familiar number, and waited, settling upon the couch, listening to it creak and feeling the springs straining beneath her weight while she idly masturbated herself a little more.

Before long a familiar voice answered.

"Hi, this is Ryan."

Holding back a growl of pleasure, Zoe spoke to her lover.

"Hi baby. It's me."

She heard a sound of surprise, and then a murmur of realisation.

"Oohh, that's why the number looked familiar. Uh, why are you using the house phone? Is everything okay?"

Zoe looked down at herself, at her body occupying practically the entire couch with its size, and her head even now closer to the ceiling than if she had been standing in her former form. She smirked.

"Everything's great. I just wanted to ask a favour of you."

Ryan chuckled warmly.

"Sure. What do you need?"

Rubbing her clit a little more firmly, nibbling at her bottom lip and trying her hardest not to cum right that second, Zoe took a deep, ragged breath, and told him.

"On the way home, could you swing by the health store? There's a new sports drink they have in stock. I... I need you to trust me, Ryan, okay? I know it's not gonna be cheap, but... I need you to buy as much of it as you can. At least... g-god... I dunno, four cases? More if you can spare it. I'll reimburse you for every cent. I'd go out if I could, but... I'm k-kinda busy right now."

She pulled the phone's microphone away from her mouth, still holding the other end to her ear as she lost control, grunting and huffing loudly through yet another passionate orgasm as Ryan seemed to think for a few seconds before replying.

"Uh... okay, sure. I trust you. Is there... anything else you need?"

Replying raggedly, still on the lingering edge of her orgasmic bliss, the tigress purred down the line to the man she loved.

"Just you. J-just you... and as much Tiger Power as you can bring. I... I want you to try it. I want us to... t-to share it... and..."

Her voice trailed off for a moment as she flexed her muscles, arms, legs, stretching herself and feeling just how powerful her body already was.

"...and once you do, you'll understand. God, Ryan. It's... i-it's gonna be incredible. I'm... [i]we're[/i] going to be so incredible, and together, baby? We're going to get so... [i]so[/i] boosted."r

By Jeeves