I AM NOT CLUMSY – A Sylph FanFic

Hello all,
I'm sorry for the long delay in my promised Sylph Fanfic.  I had to rip
up my first attempt when it was revealed that Sylph is 5'6" tall, or
about 20 inches shorter than I was depicting her.  So, I started again
with a 5'6" and incredibly giga-muscular Sylph.  I hope this story is
consistent with Sylph's character as envisaged by Stmercy.

I_AM_NOT_CLUMSY – A Sylph FanFic by Ad_Meyer

Wilbur stood dumbfounded in front of his wrecked ice machine, which looked
as if someone thrust a battering ram into it.  The machine now had a 10
inch hole where the outlet for ice used to be, and the massive block of
ice that blocked it and put it temporarily out of service was gone.  He
could tell that the hole was not made by saw or any other kind of cutting
device because there were no signs of cutting at the edge of the huge hole.
It appears that a bunch of idiots rammed a huge ram up the outlet with an
incredible force, not only wrecking this machine, but also smashing the
big block of ice inside and ruining other vending machines in the room.   
They then had the nerve to paste a 20 dollar note on the machine, which
costs more than 1,000 dollars on the open market.

As no tyre or caterpillar marks could be seen, all this damage was
done somehow by human power alone, maybe half a dozen people sticking
a battering ram up the outlet, though he had no idea how so many
people could fit in the space where they would struggle to all fit
in, let alone wield any kind of a ram.

'Who could have made such a mess of my ice maker?' he wondered aloud in
shock.

"Er… I'm sorry, that was me." answered a female voice unexpectedly.

Startled, he turned around to face the most unexpected sight in his life so
far.  The voice came from a young woman, about 5'6" tall, but she was
actually wider across her shoulders than she was tall, with muscles bulging
all over her body. 

Wilbur stared in numb shock as his eyes travelled up her impossible
physique, from calves that looked like two rugby balls attached to each
side of her shins, up the thighs that could have water melons inside each,
up the shorts that are strained by all the muscles it has to contain and
through the rows of abdominal muscles that were bigger than male body-
builders' pecs, and truly incredible mounds of her pectoral muscles that
was over a foot in radius, with their tops barely covered by an over-
stretched sports bra that was obviously handmade, up the shoulder muscles
that bulged higher than her ears, to an apologetic and angelic face that
was totally at odds with the rest of her monstrous physique.

His eyes then wandered sideways to take in the incredible sights offered
by the huge wing-like lats that flared another foot beyond the bulging
pectorals, bringing her total width to above 6 feet.  Beyond that was
another set of gigantic muscular bulge, this time of her biceps and
triceps, tapering to lower arms that were so thick that its upper end
near her elbows was easily thicker than his 29-inch waist.

Then the realization hits him: The 10-inch hole in the machine was made by
her punching the ice block through the outlet with those gargantuan arms,
and it was her muscles that pushed open the hole with its superhuman
strength…

"Er… are you okay?" her voice brings Wilbur back from his hypnosis to
the present.

'Ah yes… I'm all right I think… but my ice maker isn't.' was Wilbur's
stammered reply.

"As I said, I'm sorry about the ice maker, and I promise I'll pay for the
repairs when I make enough money for it." the girl continued.

'It's going to cost much more than the 20 dollars you put there, miss…"

"Please call me Sylph" said the girl.  "… and can we discuss this in
private, maybe in my room?" she asked.

'Sure Sylph, and my name's Wilbur' so he follows her to her room, a 6'1"
thin man following a 5'6" moving mountain of a muscle girl.

Once inside her room, Wilbur notices further signs of mayhem caused by
Sylph's incredible strength or cluminess, or both.  The floor of her room
already had a few dents caused by something heavy falling on it, and he
sees several weights in the corner of the room that must be at least
200lbs if not more.

Once inside, they sit down to talk about the damage. Wilbur tells her
that it would cost just under $1,000 to get another second-hand ice-
maker.  Sylph then explained her plan to find a job quickly and pay off
the damages by the end of the first semester.  Then she asks him if he
has any suggestions for a job, and Wilbur replies;
'Well, having seen how easily you smash metals, I'd recommend a job
at a scrapyard.  That way, there would be no additional damage even if
you get clumsy…'

Hearing the word 'clumsy', Sylph's sits upright and stares at him.
"Did you just called me clumsy?" she asks in a subdued tone.

'No, I'm just worried about you getting occasionally clum…'

"I_AM_NOT_CLUMSY" her tone changes again, and she stands up from her
cushion, hands at her waist, obviously trying to control strong emotion. 

As she stands, Sylph's muscles began to visibly flare from her exertions
in trying to control her anger.  Wilbur remains motionless, petrified
from fear of what she could do to him in anger, and as her incredible
body begins to impossibly hulk out even further into totally demonic
proportions, just stares at her, unable even to speak.

Her legs expands rapidly, easily bursting out of the legs of her shorts
in no time.  The arm muscles expands so much that her hands were forced
off her waist by the expanding mass of her muscles.  So she bends her
arms upwards in a most incredible double biceps pose.  At that moment,
her sports bra gives way with a bang, and her massive expanding pecs
burst out, obscuring her face from his view.  In fact, his view now
consists almost entirely of vein-covered mass of Sylph's muscles 5 feet
away, with the tips of her muscular breasts now hovering less than 4
feet away, roughly 5 feet apart and a foot above his eye level.  He is
now effectively staring into a cleavage between her pecs that is over 2
feet deep.  Still, her muscles continues to pulse and grow….

At this point, Wilbur comes to his senses, and mustering all the sense
and courage left in him, shouts
'Sylph, I'm sorry! You are NOT clumsy!'

Sylph stops.  Her muscles begins to return to its previous size (Which
is still monstrous, but no longer threatening), and when her face
becomes visible once again, she looks apologetic once again.

"I'm sorry… I get so carried away whenever I hear… that word thrown
at me.  Although I've broken many things, I have NEVER hurt anyone, and
I don't intend to ever hurt anyone deliberately, ever." Sylphs tells
Wilbur with firm conviction.

Wilbur, still obviously shaken, nevertheless tries his best to be a
gentleman, and replies
'N..no, th..that was my fault.  Nobody likes to be called… what I
called you, and I said it not once, but twice.  If anything is
coordinationally challenged, it's my mouth'

"Oh, you are a gentlman.  Most people who sees me get angry just faints
or wet themselves or both, but here you are trying to confort me."
Sylph replies in a slightly impressed tone.

'Well, I don't know… I was lucky that I emptied myself just before
seeing the demise of my ice machine, so I had nothing to wet myself
with.'  Wilbur's reply earns a chuckle from Sylph.

'Anyway, I think you should try the student union for any job vacancies,
and see where that takes you.  If you have problem earning enough
money, let me know so that I could postpone buying the replacement.'
he concludes and tries to stand up, failing miserably when his legs
gave way and tumbles forward.

"Watch out!" Sylph reaches out with her right hand, trying to catch him,
and picks him right off the floor and into her arms.

"'Oops, sorry'" Both says simultaneously, as Sylph ends up cradling
Wilbur in her massive arms.

'Sorry, my legs must have turned into jelly without telling me.' said
Wilbur in obvious embarassment.

"As I said, you are the first man outside my family not to faint or wet
himself seeing me angry, so wobbly legs are nothing to be embarrassed
about.  Besides, this is the first time I cradled a conscious man, so
maybe I should be thanking you." replies Sylph in an attempted humour,
and this earns a chuckle from Wilbur.

'Well, I think I can get back on my feet now.  I shouldn't be tiring
you by making you carry me' asks Wilbur.
"I can carry you with one arm all day without tiring, but let's see if
you can stand without falling over this time" replies Sylph as she
gently lowers him onto his feet, ready to support him if he wobbles
again.

Wilbur manages to stand up this time, and thanks Sylph for the lift.
'Thanks.  Just make sure you pick your job carefully, because I can see
you earn thousands if you choose a right job.  Surely there must be a
a job somewhere that requires your incredible strength, and prepared
to pay top dollars for them.' 

"Oh, you are so kind, and you are the first man who didn't faint and
run away after seeing me angry, except for my family.  I really app-
reciated that"  Sylph walks up to him and, gives him a little gentle
hug with one arm before seeing him off.

'Well, I wish you good luck in your job hunt, and do call me if you
need my help.  Bye for now.'  is Wilbur's parting word

"Thanks, and I promise you are first on the list for paying off the
damages.  See you again" reponds Sylph before she closes the door

Wilbur slowly walks his way back to his dorm room, with the visions and
feels of the superhuman female muscles he has just witnessed played. 
His mind is still split between the fearful sight of her angry muscles
and fascinating sensation of her cradling arms, but the parting hug
gives him something else, something he has never felt before in his
life.  He wonders if this meeting is a beginning of a new chapter in
his life, as he is sure that the amazing muscle woman he just met is
going to make a lasting impression in his mind…

                                         The end… for now