"49....50!" Rihanna let the barbell fall back into place as she let out a gasp. Sweat drenched her forehead and she felt her cheeks burning from her intense workout. She had struggled about halfway through her set when she felt a second wind and put everything into her upper body strength. It paid off, and it left her feeling dead in her arms, but incredibly proud on the inside. She was making her grandmother proud.
Rihanna was part of a family known for their height. Abigail Gilchrist, her grandmother, had been the tallest woman alive. No one ever recorded her height though, and she would have broken the record, 7'11", because she was 8 feet even. Before her it was rumored that there may have been taller relatives. Rihanna hated her height despite it being a staggering 6'1", something many females would simply die for. Rihanna wanted more though, and not just more, she wanted it all. She wanted to surpass any human being that had ever lived, including the current record holder who was 8'11". That man had died long ago, so it was time for Rihanna to take the spot. How was a good question. At 41 she knew there was little hope of growing again.
Due to this desperation, Rihanna sought any medical treatment to make her taller, and she devoted her life to physical activity. Because of this, she never married and never had any kids. She felt like it would be a waste of time and eat away any chance of becoming taller. This mindset dominated her for 20 years, and she was still determined as ever. Her search had become strange as time went on though, and now she was seeking methods considered fantastical by her friends.
It all began when she had poured onto the forums of websites that proudly supported giantess fantasies. She found someone claiming they knew the secrets to growing taller, so she worked around the clock contacting the person. She soon learned about the guy's name, Anthony, and she figured out he lived only a few hours away from her. With her workout done, it was time to head for their predetermined meeting.
Rihanna packed her bags and exited the gym, letting the few people who were walking in gawk at her height. She was tall and proud, something no one could deny. She got in her car and let her map app guide her, finally bringing her to Anthony's spot. It was a diner in the middle of nowhere, but he was already there waiting. He had shared his description, and she couldn't mistake him for anyone else. The guy was skinny and short, the most diminutive man she'd ever seen, and with her height his head was level with her stomach.
"Rihanna? Gorgeous, love the hair," Anthony said. Rihanna brushed her gingers locks behind one ear and smiled down at him.
"Let's talk shop." She led him to a seat in the diner and ordered for the two of them before he began his speech.
"So, you want to be bigger? Now, just bear with me. I've worked on this for years, maybe decades I can't remember. This bottle of pills has been my life's work and I've tried getting them sold to the market, but no one wants to test if they work. They say it's too dangerous. I admit, this is a mix of some of the most deadly chemicals out there but I know they will work." Anthony produced his pills and handed them to Rihanna. She looked at them incredulously, then back to him.
"Pills? I could die from this?"
"It's always a chance, but I guarantee this will work. No cost at all. Just let me have a front row seat to whatever you do." Rihanna battled her own conscience, but she won over as she shook his hand.
"When can I start?"
"Maybe somewhere with some space, yeah?" Rihanna smiled and the two ate before they parted ways. Rihanna returned to her apartment complex and entered her room. She opened the bottle of pills and sighed.
"Screw it." She tossed the contents of the bottle in her mouth and swallowed. She felt her stomach rumble before she passed out immediately.