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A Mysterious Protein Shake

S.un: Union of Two


A Mysterious Protein Shake
by SageofRhun
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    A young woman sighed and looked at her frail and weak body. She looked at some gym equipment and realised that her measly and petite frame was poorly suited for lifting it. The woman had black hair and dark skin and wore a white t-shirt with black shorts. She sighed and fantasied about being stronger, bustier, and taller. As if deus ex machina occurred, the girl found a protein shake. She eyeballed it suspiciously but nonetheless drank it. Who cared anyway, people always shared weird drinks with one another and perhaps this would be no different.  A sudden warmth embraced her body, she felt energy welling up inside her veins ready to burst and spread across the expanse of her body.

    A sharp pain greeted her chest, webs of veins formed, her breasts slowly inflated. Litres of blood delivered much needed nutrients as she winced. Her nipples chafed against her flexible bra and she felt sudden tingles which speedily moved across her synapses. It stimulated her breasts which then rapidly expanded and she weakly mewed in ecstasy as the pain subsided. Her mammaries now beach ball sized and comically stretched her t-shirt.  She massaged and played with them, admiring their softness and sensitivity. How much pleasure could they take? It seemed that a simple touch would make her drop to her feet and surrender to the infernal demons of carnal pleasure.  She felt another surge of energy course through her veins, her neck thickened as cords of muscle bubbled across the surface. Her traps grew slightly, her shoulders broadened and they became heavily capped. She felt her boobs being lifted as two powerful and tectonic pecs appeared lifting them up. Her biceps swelled and went from baseballs to softballs and suddenly to cannonballs. She dropped to the ground and groaned and felt more electric sensations spread like wildfire across her body.     

    Her legs expanded and widened, from narrow canyons to arid but welcoming valleys, the light reflected off the surface of her copper skin and showed the contours of her developing muscles. Smoother than plywood and silky as the finest velvet robe, her fingers explored the new paths that her legs revealed to her. She felt each nook and cranny and slide her fingers across them. In comparison, if she felt them before they would have been simply soft and lumpy hills. She noted that her legs had more expanse than before, a width unknown and unappreciated until now. A new level of thickness and jaggedness had been achieved.  Streams of sweat travelled down her skin as rivers did in mountains and it increased as the young lady lifted a pair of 15kg weights. With each breath and rep, a web of veins sprung up and spread quickly. Her skin turned crimson as blood rushed to fill up aching muscles. Her vision turned hazy, her breath became heavier, and she felt a familiar sensation.   

    It seemed someone lit a fire in her cauldron, heat spread across her strong limbs. Her abdomen radiated with this heat and she could feel the pressure build up. BAM! Hard meaty slabs punched through her skin, one by one, each of them stacked on each other in a neat fashion. Grooves and crevices formed as if her formerly flat stomach experienced an earthquake. Her stomach no longer a plain expanse of flatness, it was now a set of smooth washboard hills. Men and women could stare it at all day and admire its symmetry and hardness. They gleamed in the light reflecting off her smooth and unblemished copper skin which seemed to give off a healthy radiance. The heat had not stopped yet, her legs already a collection of jagged peaks rumbled again as her cauldron released the steam. It redefined her form and sculpted her legs further, each swipe, each droplet of sweat filled with heat were accounted for as each chisel struck and smoothed out the roughness. Her calves swelled as blood rapidly flowed through her veins, they exploded in size and became harder than any diamond known to mankind.

    Her ridiculously sized funbags welled up with the cauldron’s energy and burst forth like a river breaching a dam. They stretched her shirt further and further until it merely became a second bra on top of her other one. Translucent under the light, one could see the faint outline of the first bra. Her body sensed the growing disproportion and her torso rapidly expanded and her back grew larger and larger and tore her overstretched shirt. Shredded cloth landed on the ground, she looked at sadly, nonetheless, she calmed down. More bulges appeared as deep cracks on the surface on her back and became chiselled and smooth as the invisible sculptor worked. Somehow, her bra held up and stretched a little more. Her butt had not felt the grace of the transformation quite yet and suddenly it sprang to life. Energy gathered up and curves showed up and shaped her butt. Fat inundated her shorts, she felt them press deeply into her veins and she yelped. They swelled and swelled and nearly strained her short’s waistband.

    She loosened the strap on her shorts, butt flesh spilled out and she felt the cool gym air embrace her sweaty skin. She sighed in relief and got up, she inspected her new form. Her dark hair flowed and formed neat tresses which slightly curled and her face was smooth and soft as silk. Her bra held up her humongous breasts which defied gravity and did not block her clear-cut abs. The now Amazonian lady flexed her biceps and watched veins sprout all over, they were a size of a keg at this point. She also thick oak tree like legs bulged and quivered as she did a few poses while looking at the mirror. Confidence seemed to define her now, she stood in front of the mirror and admired her form once again. Now she could defend herself against any overexcited crowds and probably defend others if she needed. No more worries for her and now she could live life to its fullest.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

Thanks to Nodegamer for making art of Sandra in the original link. (you can find a D.A. link of the story via a quick search or going to Deviantart to see said art.) and Kaisai134 for his wonderful 2018 Valentines challenge. His character Ichika makes a brief cameo here and of course causes my OC to grow to immense proportions aha.
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S.un: Union of Two

    I am Darrel Sohrabi, the President and spokesman of the Royal Canadian Military Academy in Brampton. Today, I smelled the refreshing scent of the evergreen trees near the academy. I could spot the Powerade Centre from afar and see city hall under the wonderful sun. Nonetheless, the snow covered the roofs of the academy and unfortunately obscured the rest of my view. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.

    What a pain… I thought.

    I treaded back inside to the staff room and grabbed a coffee or two. I loved Peruvian styled coffee and I often ordered as much as I could. My staff members often harangued me for drinking so much of it. I shrugged it off for nothing could be as great as the brusque scent of finely ground coffee beans in the morning. You’re probably wondering what the history of the academy is. Let me go walk you through it.     

    I am grateful that I work at such a prestigious academy. Founded in 1876 as the Royal Canadian Military College in Kingston, the campus in Brampton came soon after. Established in 1885 by Horace Bedford, the king’s distant relative at the time, it was used to train new and younger recruits for the local militia.

    As the academy grew, the demand and the need for innovation did too. Famous, not so famous, old, and new families flocked to Brampton and enrolled their finest sons into the academy.  Some of these prestigious families, both of old blood and new blood, became associated with the academy. These families included the Oswells, the Spencers, O'Briens, and the McKennas.  Over time, the academy sired famous commanders that participated in both WWI and WWII. Thus, we earned her majesty’s recognition and sponsorship. She assisted the institution financially and created scholarships for the needy.

    The Oswells of Sheffield and settled in Ontario early on. I do not know much about them but I do know that they had naturally tall and able-bodied soldiers. For as long as the people in Brampton could remember, it seemed that the Oswells always had the tradition of at least having one or two sons in the army if not all of them.

    4 prominent members of the Oswell family served as president. The next prominent family, the Spencers of Cambridge. They provided agile and great sharpshooters. 6 prominent members served as president. The O’Briens of Kirk often put their sons in artillery regiments and they often performed decently. 3 members served as president and their tenure could be described as the best of all years. The McKennas of Innisfail, they had general military traditions and placed all their sons all over the army.  2 of which became presidents.       

       In more recent history, around the mid-2100s Princess Margaret of England’s parents, King Lewis VI and Queen Anne V, contributed to the funding of this place.  The princess even attended the academy and became the head of the Royal Student’s Fencing Association here on campus. Distinguished commanders such as Rohail Singh, Jiao Li Qing, Ernest Rutherford, Lia Natsumi, Florencia Williams, and many others have graduated from this fine establishment.

    They all served the Canadian army as high ranking general and well-experienced lieutenants. I cannot emphasise how proud I am. Their martial traditions and their prowess inspired a new generation. I had the honour of being a part of it and I have had the pleasure to meet many bright and talented individuals. However, on Valentine’s Day, that went by the wayside.

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            I thought I’d have some respite from the madness. Though I appreciated the staff and their hard work. They sometimes could be a pain in the neck. I glared at the two best gym teachers, Mr. Laurier and Ms. Khilji. I caught them during something intimate.   

            “Oh Don, you shouldn’t have! You shouldn’t spoil a girl with chocolate, you know I’m on a diet,” I saw the 6 ft 9 giant of a woman, Ms. Khilji adoringly lifted Mr. Laurier. Her tanned baseball sized biceps danced and shined under the light.

            “Isa! Gah, careful now! I’m not too big of a man,” the stocky Quebecois man’s stubby limbs flailed about. It seemed that Khilji had gripped him hard and squeezed him into her relatively large bust. Worst of all, I could hear their breathing become heavier. She lifted him further and planted a firm kiss on Mr. Laurier’s lips though I could imagine that his stubbly beard got in the way.   

            I sighed and facepalmed. Love… Love ruined discipline, I recalled that when I spotted two of my students making out in public. I admonished them with the ferocity of a wolf and made them do 100 laps and 150 burpees for being such a disgrace.

            “Oh! Mr. Sohrabi, we’re uh… We’re sorry! We’ll continue our affair in the dorm,” both the teachers turned scarlet as they noticed me. They saw my hybrid of a scowl and a frown. My temples seemed cracked as I continued to glare at them without uttering a word. They immediately excused themselves from the staff room and entered the teachers’ dorms.

            “You owe me 700 push-ups and 1000 laps you two…”

            I scowled once again and cringed when I heard their moans echo. I quickly turned and continued to chatter with my sober companions Ramses Yates, Horace Billinghurst, Yola Swami, and Anna Hurst. All of them taught history well and could do well as fitness instructors.

            “Mr. Sohrabi, it’s kinda hard for us not to display our affection publicly,” Yola’s high-pitched voice chirped.

            “Don’t you think it’s a little silly for you to restrict it?” the bigger and curious woman annoyed me.

            “You know my position. Public displays of love are a detriment to the morale of our student body,” I clenched my fists and shot her daggers. 

            “Aw… B-but you do know we have our needs,” my embarrassed companion turned quite scarlet.

            “Yes, I’m aware of it Yola. I’m not a puritan and you can do whatever you want within the confines of your bedroom,” I sighed and shook my head.

            “You know our Prez. He’s a man of the public morality and discipline,” Ramses chimed in.

            I chuckled at that remark. Ramses, my vice president, had his way of cheering me up. Horace hadn’t spoken up yet. As usual, he just stared at us and sipped at his tea showing his smirk. He must’ve been waiting to say a crude or a lame joke at my expense. Anna smiled and listened to our conversation as we continued to talk about our Valentines day plans. That soon ended as I heard the clack of two high heels. I heard the floor creak and a slight tremor as they headed towards me.

            “Hiya Mr. Sohrabi! Do you have any assignments or evaluations you want me to mark?” an all too familiar voice greeted me. I turned my head and shot my visitor a grumpy frown.     

    “No, Sandra, I don’t want you to do any favours for me,” I sighed in exasperation.

            Great, she’s up to her games again. I thought annoyed.

            “Mr. Yates? My my my, I believe we’re going to have workout again. Eating chocolate on a day like this? How naughty of you,” Sandra feigned disapproval.

            “Ms. Oswell you tease! Can’t I go at least one day with chocolate? Especially with some hot chocolate?” Ramses replied in an equally playful manner.

            “Aw Mr. Yates, you know how to tease,” Sandra winked at my friend. 

            “Looks like Yates is gonna have to do some fun work with Ms. Oswell today,” Horace nonchalantly suggested.

            “Aw Horace, you know who’s going to be the lightweight,” Sandra giggled slightly.

            “Hey!” Sandra wiped Horace’s smirk off his face. Heh, served him right!   

            “That won’t happen,” I sipped my coffee and my frown soured and turned into a snarl.

            Sandra Oswell, one of the many teachers at the academy, but one of the finest I must say. A member of the prestigious Oswell family, it seemed that her family’s now enhanced genetics blessed with tall stature and monstrous strength. I could go on for hours describing her but that’s a tale for another time.

    I eyed her up and down. Today on Valentines, I saw her neatly done neck length and dark hair. Of course, she did not wear any accessories. She wore a simple green salwar kameez which proved to be a snug fit. Her herculean muscles could be barely seen under that immense green cloth, I could only make out the vague shape of her meaty arm.  She wore khaki pants too and my mood lightened up a little at this revelation.

            “That’s a modest dress. I like it,” my scowl disappeared as a small grin crept up my lips.

            Sandra played with her black hair and her eyes looked towards the door. She looked at me and grinned and nodded.

            “T-thanks,” Sandra looked away from me.

    She shifted some her weight towards her left foot and leaned back on the wall. She seemed relaxed and a little shy. It seemed that she wasn’t too talkative today. I shrugged it off as she broke the silence and chatted with Anna and the rest of the teachers. By the evening, most of them, except for Sandra and I, went back to their quarters. I finished drinking my last cup of coffee and I suddenly felt a knot form in my stomach.

      An unexplainable dread washed over me as my mind seemed to be inundated by the stygian fear of the unknown. From my seat, I peered from behind the corner of the wall and I saw…. Saw a ridiculously dressed lady at the door. She had long dark golden hair and wore a rather revealing outfit. My scowl increased tenfold, but to be fair, I liked how her dress flowed seamlessly. Pink and white suited her well, but it’d be better if it were a traditional dress. Then… I noticed something rather big behind her back. She quickly aimed a big bazooka at someone much to my displeasure.   

            “Okay… Who ar- What the hell?! Put that bazooka down!” I barked at the lady.

            Alas, I reacted too slow as I saw the dreaded big gun blast a pink laser beam. I scowled once again and ducked and tried chasing the lady. She stepped to the side and I crashed into the wall like that clumsy but goodhearted pink lummox… I slide down the wall and slumped over.   

            “Aaah! Sorry about that! Happy Valentines Day! I hope you and like it,” the mysterious woman disappeared right before my eyes.

            Like what? I don’t even what you did! I thought and sighed in exasperation.

            “Sheesh… Like my day couldn’t get worse,” I got up and dusted myself and went back into the room and closed the door behind me.

            I froze in place as my eyes widened and I saw Sandra on her knees. I could hear her breathing rapidly and I saw her shiver and her body quiver. I rushed towards her and I had panic written on my face. As I attempted to get a medical kit, I stopped in my tracks and stood there paralyzed. I tried to move but my muscles wouldn’t let me. It seemed that a stygian snake had bitten me and poisoned me with its venom.

            “… Darrel…” I heard Sandra whisper despite her erratic breathing.

            My eyes darted all over the place as I tried to find a distraction. I suddenly found my eyes glued to Sandra’s shoulders, I never really thought much about them till now. I found it odd as I saw a web of rope thick veins sprout on her shoulders. They spread immediately around her body and my eyebrows furrowed… What the hell was this?

            CREAK 

    I saw Sandra’s shoulders explode in size. They bloomed and broadened like the masts of a ship when they are set.  I could have sworn that I must’ve been hallucinating! But that soon fell apart as I saw her traps swell with more meat pushing it further and further and making it prominent as a mountain range. Her baseball biceps expanded rapidly and it seemed to get rounder with every passing moment. It seemed her peaks now rivalled those of Mount Everest.

    Her tough abs popped like a popcorn kernel under heat and pressure. They bulged out prominently and her green dress wrapped into them.  Next, her legs seemingly lengthened and seemed that a few invisible hands real hard. Her legs ballooned with quivering and writhing muscles which piled upon each other until they reached the size of oak tree’s trunk.  Every time I blinked, she appeared larger and taller than ever. I tried to snap out of this trance but my damned mind would not permit me to.

    “…. Oh, Darell…  Darrel…. DARREL!!! I’m feeling so warm… So warm, my body’s on fire! Aaah! OOOOH!  Hither dear!” Her knees buckled as her body continued to spasm in front of me. Her wild eyes met my petrified ones.

    Her lips curved into a lust-driven smile and she bent down cupping her breasts and emphasized their fullness. She ogled me up and down and let out a moan as she kneaded her breasts in front of me. Her breathing became more rapid and erratic and I noticed that her already large bust seemed a tad bit bigger?  I finally snapped out of it.

    She stood up to her full height and I could tell that she grew a few inches though not by much. I guess was that she grew from 6’4’’ to somewhere in between 6’8’’-6’10’’. Nonetheless, her bulk surpassed her previous musculature. She slowly sauntered towards me and I backed off. My eyes darted across the room and evaluated my escape options. The door? I’d risk public humiliation…. The window? Not a chance. The underground emergency vault?... That seemed to be the best option.

    “…. DARREL! I-I- need you honey cakes! Ooooh!” my lust-maddened friend stumbled about as I dodged her attempts to embrace me. Her breasts flailed and jiggled wildly while her ever-growing muscles shuddered with every irregular breath she took. The floors creaked under her mass and she knocked over tables and chairs alike. It annoyed the hell out of me but I had to stay alert and ignore the mess.

    “Ooooh! I c-c-can’t! It’s intoxicating, it’s…. Come closer to me Darry, come… Come to me!” Sandra cooed.

    “Snap the hell out of it! You know I don’t like this! That’s a damn order!” I shouted at her with seething agitation.

    “Aaah… Aaah, I-I’ll try,” the behemoth of a woman barely replied as I frowned. 

    She stopped immediately and I saw her larger and muscular legs quiver once again. She seemed intoxicated yet again from what I could tell. More beef bubbled beneath the surface and popped up pushing her quads, hamstrings, and calves outwards further. Her legs lengthened once again and gave an immense boost in height. I took another estimate and estimated that she went from 6’8’’- 6’’10 to 7’3’’-7’’ Despite this insanity, she followed my order for… At least a few seconds.

    She let her hands explore her legs and she attempted to stifle a low moan but it failed. It escaped her lips and it descended further into madness. Eight tectonic plates hit each other and struggled against each to gain prominence over the other. Nonetheless, they stood with each equally in the end.

    The salwar kameez held up and wrapped around her stack of eight mini boulders snugly. Behind her bosom, her pectorals exploded in size and caused a slight jiggle. I gritted my teeth as I saw continued to see the rest of transformation. Her forearms came next and inflated and became thick and wide as two men’s forearms. Her biceps followed and it seemed her peaks surpassed Mount Everest.

    “Oooh god… I’m gonna explode if you don’t come! Darry! I can’t control it! Help me!” her eyes returned to normal for a few seconds… They pleaded me to end this but she immediately convulsed as she succumbed to yet another wave.   

    “Take control of yourself god damn it! If you don’t stop, I’ll take drastic action!” I barked at her.

    She staggered towards me as she cupped one breast with one hand and felt her abs with the other. Her lewd gaze loomed over me and she drooled as rubbed her both breasts at an alarming pace. All her muscles twitched as she approached me once again. I panicked once more and I grabbed the nearest chair wielded it with the wrath of a cornered jackal. A self-defensive glint glowed in my eyes. She lunged forward and I threw the chair and bolted for the emergency exit.

    “Y-you always said cut to the chase. Oooh-!” the thrown chair interrupted her. I tried not to look back but I stood there paralyzed again.

    To my horror, the growth hadn’t stopped. Her breasts spilled over and seemed to be as big as beach balls. It revealed her deep cleavage and I tried looking away again but that damn trance had me under its spell. I stood there helpless as she shuffled towards me, I felt her immense weight as the floor tremored under her footsteps.

    The growth spurt delivered beef evenly and pumped her traps further. caused her shoulders to broaden and swell from cannonballs to watermelons. Now her biceps became thick and wide as two red cedar trunks and her forearm became as large a single tree trunk. The abs punched again and formed an impenetrable wall in front of my eyes.

    Her barrel thick legs bulged capriciously and threatened to tear the seams of her khaki pants. They doubled in size but the stretchy material and held through. Her body shuddered for one last time as she let out the loudest moan. A last mini-surge of growth embraced her muscles and caused to her tower in height. She let out a sigh and stared at me and her eyes no longer had the lust-crazed look.

    “Jesus… I didn’t expect that pink beam to cause you to grow that large and strong… I already know you have the ability to grow. I never thought it’d reach that extent and I never thought you’d lose control again. I’m glad you’re normal,” I sighed in relief and shook my head in disbelief.     

    “Why are you so uptight about things? It’s Valentine's day,” Sandra sighed.

    “I just don’t like flirtatious women and the display of love in the public. Soldiers are meant to repress their emotions during battle. They need to control their urges and be efficient warriors!” I snarled at her.

    “You must be fun at parties,” she replied with sarcasm.

    “I have an image to maintain. I only have a professional relationship with you,” a stern glint shined from my eyes as I spoke.

    “All my relationships are professional. The fate of the academy is of utmost importance,” I added to more to my previous point with now a dead serious stare.   

    Sandra sighed and covered her face in shame. She then looked at me and replied.

    “Burning bridges, are we? Quit running away from the rest of the teachers. You’re harming your personal relationships… Also, quit running away from me… You’re hurting my feelings ya know. Out of all my friends, I never thought you’d react like that or be that self-centred…  You know I don’t want to harm you!”

    “… Touché… But my point still stands, I have a large responsibility. I want all the students under our school to thrive and to be the best they can be! I can’t exactly be close to anyone as it’ll get in the way,” I gesticulated wildly as I explained.

    “ Thanks, Captain Obvious. Close and intimate relationships impeding your efficiency? That’s B.S…. Stop burying the past and lying to yourself! You and I clearly know that you do have close friends and they’re helping you to be efficient! Don’t ever take your friends for granted!” Sandra rebuked me.

    I shot daggers at her and snarled. Her adamant attitude got my nerves even though she brought up valid points. I craned my neck at her and glared at her for a few moments. I tried to think of a witty or insulting comeback. Nonetheless, no matter how hard I tried, no words could come out. We stared at each other for a while. The veil of silence descended over us as we two soldiers glared at each other on the battlefield.

    “Most importantly…. Stop being dense. It’s been so long… Over these past months, I’ve hinted at something,” Sandra broke the silence and tears streamed from her face.

    “But every single time, you rebuked me and ignored me. You ran away from me! I’m hurt beyond relief and annoyed too. I probably should’ve remained antisocial after all… But I didn’t…. You don’t know how many months I’ve tried finding an opportunity to tell you!” she continued on.

    “What? I don’t understand,” I replied in genuine confusion.

    Sandra clenched her fists and bared her teeth. She leaned forward and grabbed me by the collar and stared at me directly. And here, I thought the stygian snake would come and poison me with its venom again. Instead, she planted a direct kiss on my lips and hugged me tightly. For the longest time, she held me close and didn’t let me go until all her tears went away.   

    “I’m in love with you! You're an adorable idiot!” Sandra laughed sweetly.

    I immediately lost it and laughed along with her. In that instant, she melted my heart and Immediately understood her. Next, I did the unimaginable and lost control of myself. For so long I thought I possessed a public image as a saint and a warrior. I went against the principles I cherished but today was an exception.

    I kissed her back with all the energy I could muster. Our lips met each other and Sandra blushed intensely. I held on for as long as I could and then released myself from her grasp. I saw her eyes light up once again and she moved closer towards me. Her breasts pushed against my face and she naughtily smiled.

    “And I thought you were our ‘warrior-saint’. Are we going to have to correct that?” Sandra smirked.

    “Don’t rub the salt into my wound,” I grimaced.

    “Mmhm… You can still be that… But don’t you think we can be… A little adventurous? Perhaps you ease up a bit and loosen up? And maybe you’ll be my little Napoleon and jab your sword in? You’ll have a new conquest in your name. What do ya say, Mr. President?” Sandra licked her lips and eyed my body again.

    “Let me guess… Matters in the bedroom? It seems something’s new in order. Maybe I can show you the path of discipline on linen?” I smirked at her.

    “Why my my… It seems our warrior-saint is taking it up a notch? Oooh, I’ve been waiting for this,” Sandra closed her eyes and breathed.

    “It’s private and not public. I don’t mind since it’s with you,” I said straight-faced.

    Sandra immediately blushed and turned her head. I chuckled as I jumped up a bit and clung to her body. I rested my head on that wonderful and bosom of hers and she immediately obliged. She carried me in her arms and smiled at me. It intoxicated me, I longed for more for her smile seemed to be sweet as nectar.

    “Off to bed it is…. Darling,” Sandra immediately carried me off.

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    I couldn’t remember what happened that night. But I awoke outside with my head on Sandra’s lap. Her beautiful brown eyes stared at the city lights and she looked down. The light bounced off her ebony skin and her soft face with her cute button nose and gentle lips. Those warm amber eyes of hers made me feel… Feel rather safe in her hard yet delicate legs. She lifted me and seated me right beside her.

    “You know… This is the place where we first met. Manchester Park out of all places. I remember that I wasn’t my best at the time. Then, you came here.  The very president of the student council at the time… Now here we are in each other’s arms,” Sandra chuckled and continued to reminisce.

    “I still don’t know how we got this far,” I replied, still confused at what happened in the staff room.

    “The moment you defended my dignity and allowed me to go back to academy says much. I could’ve sworn my heart stopped beating.  You won my heart that day my cute warrior-saint,” Sandra leaned forward again and looked me in the eyes.

    “Damn it! Don’t make me blush. T-that’s an order! I am the pr-” Damn it, I tried my best to hide it but alas it didn’t work.

    “Quit being fidgety. I know you love me, I can tell that your heart’s beating rapidly. I can also say that I love you deeply… Relax now and let me carry you to bed again… Let's cuddle my little Napoleon,” Sandra shushed my incessant ramblings.

    I let my pride go that moment and let Sandra carry me away. The bedroom which we occupied seemed simple. A queen bed greeted her sight and Sandra took off her clothes and revealed her ever glorious muscular frame. A frame which would even make Hercules think twice. Breasts as fertile as the Nile drooped and bounced almost freely in her black stretchy spandex bra. Abs as mighty as the Andes themselves rippled as Sandra moved towards me. Biceps wider than my head danced around too.

    “Let’s start Napoleon,” Sandra used her signature seductress smile and my heart melted in an instant.

    I wrapped my arms around the vast expanse of her wide back. I realised that my hands couldn’t link together. At first, I frowned at that thought but since it was Sandra, my frown turned into a smile once again. I cuddled and buried my face into her fertile valleys and in turn, she hugged me tightly brought me closer. We exchanged a few kisses and felt each other’s bodies except our crotches.

    Next morning, I awoke in my arms of my ebony angel and she slept soundly. I adjusted myself and cuddled a little more. In response, she hugged me tighter and held me close like a teddy bear. I went from a man who thought he could handle everything and now hear I laid in the arms of a woman who loved me. If I knew earlier, I would’ve been receptive and try to return Sandra’s feelings. Nonetheless, she loved me as much as I loved her.

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