Author: [Apoplexic] The Mechanism of Transformation | #WIP

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The Mechanism of Transformation
Submitted by Apoplexic on September 26, 2011 - 8:59pm

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Late night has come with haze. At the bar with friends, some not seen in years and new best buds just met. Even the burly owner doesn't seem to mind the ruckus, since tips are flowing as freely as the liquor. The 40-something matron usually turned away the younger patrons, and especially anyone not from the small town. Her gruffness simply couldn't repell a vision of the magnitude that had somehow joined the party just a few feet away unnoticed.

Sandals with a moderate heel are fastened around dainty ankles, one foot planted firmly on the floor. Even from the front and partially obscured by her other foot, her calf is a jagged mass, easily the size of a softball, while the other, crossed over an equally dainty knee, bulges obscenely, repeatedly being flexed by her playful bouncing. Momentum carried up her quad, which looked like they belonged on a linebacker, except for their creamy smoothness which ended abruptly under a sleek blue dress. Wide hips flared dramatically into a tiny waist, looking smaller than her leg. Faintly visible abs peeked through, before they were lost under what could only be described as the most perfect set of breasts imaginable. Not the biggest in the world, but they fit her frame absolutely. Even the modest box cut of her dress did nothing to hide a cavern of cleavage, equal parts breast flesh and stone pecs. She was looking away at the moment, traps rising up and being hidden by the short cut of her rich black hair. Her arms were on full display, capped by hard round shoulders, which led the way to bread loaf triceps. Opposite, her bicep bulged with equal vigor. Gesturing with her other arm produced the bicep to its fullest, a peaked ball of sheer power the size of a baseball. She turns and smiles, and her face is as mind-boggling as the rest of her. Blue eyes, matching her dress, sparkle and her smile dazzles.

Her apartment. She slides the dress over her head, and she's braless, wonderous globes supported by beef alone. She beckons, then slips her finger into her mouth suggestively...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Matt slammed his fist into his alarm, causing it to crash to the floor. "Fuck, " he mutters, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Details of the dream are rapidly fading, leaving only a glowing cube floating in his mind. Puzzled, he shrugs, and begins his day, destined to be another uneventful series of failures at his job. He was heading a project at Donaghy-Swanson to develop a new type of magnet for particle accelerators. It was not as exciting as it sounded, and had been nothing but failures. Today was certainly going to be no different.

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