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That is just utterly incredible. 😮 I can't wait for the next part!

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Hi again! I'm aiming to get a new chapter out every four days – work is slack at the moment, which is perfect for the writer! 😎 Though the World Cup is getting in the way… anyway, I'm out tomorrow, so this episode is coming in a day early. 😀

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The White Knight Cometh – Part 4

Amber wrenched hard on the brakes, so much so that she came off the bike and turned through the air like a human torpedo toward the screeching bus. Her bike clattered to the ground uselessly.

"Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD!" she screamed, screwing her eyes up tight. After what seemed like an age but might have been half a second, Amber's left shoulder hit the bus, her body having spun awkwardly in the air.

Despite the braking, the bus was still travelling at around twenty miles an hour, so Amber bounced off it. Gravity took over and the young woman fell onto the unforgiving concrete on her front. Instinctively she rolled back out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. She stopped a few feet away as the bus squealed to a halt. Amber winced but, after a half-second of lying there, she realised that, miraculously, she was not in any pain. By this time a concerned crowd was forming around her, including the bus driver and a few of the passengers who'd seen the incident. Amber listened to their voices with her eyes still closed.

"What 'appened?!"

"Are you hurt?"

"Should I call an ambulance?"

"She's not opened her eyes!"

"Why didn't you look where you were going!"

"She's torn her jeans!"

"Give her some room, I think she's coming round!"

Amber fluttered her eyelids theatrically, trying to put on a good show and stop herself from thinking about what had just happened. A pale teenager, wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, black boots, black nail varnish and green hair, offered her his hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her back upright.

"Thanks," she said, giving the boy a smile. He seemed quite taken with Amber, though he was at least five years younger than her.

Amber dusted herself off and then held her hands up, palms facing the crowd.

"I'm OK, everyone!" she half-shouted, just so that they could all hear. Everyone who'd been on the bus had piled off it now, and they were all craning their necks for a better view.

There was a group sigh of relief and even a small cheer.

"Thanks for everything," Amber continued, "but I'm running really late for a meeting – I've got to go! Thanks again." The young woman strode back to her bicycle, mounted and pushed off, waving to the crowd as she passed.

"How am I not hurt?" Amber asked herself, rounding the bend and getting out of sight, just in case any of the delayed motorists decided to have a go. "Even my bike is OK!"

There were so many questions zipping around her brain that the young woman decided to just forget about them and enjoy her lunch with Sunita. Smoothly she glided to a halt outside Sunita's block of flats and locked her bike to the set of railings that surrounded it. Amber Knight took her helmet off, stuffed it into her backpack, smoothed down her jeans in a futile attempt to hide the tears and pushed the buzzer of her oldest friend's flat.

"Hello?" Sunita's lovely rhythmical voice said.

"Hi, it's Amber," she said. "I'm having the weirdest day and you are the one and only person I can talk to about it!" The student could hear her friend grinning.

"I'd better let you in, then!" she replied. Amber heard the buzzing sound and pushed on the door.

Usually the forbidding door took an effort to open but it swung back easily today, reminding Amber of her new unsightly muscles. She shuddered as she took the stairs – the lift being permanently out of order – to Sunita's third floor flat. Knowing that Sunita would be standing outside the flat ready to greet her, Amber stopped on the second floor and tried in vain to hide her torn jeans. She tried all sorts of folds but nothing worked.

"Ohhh, bugger it," she said, and carried on up.

Sunita was, indeed, standing outside her flat. She wore an ornately-designed pink dress, flip-flops and an enormous quantity of big bracelets on her wrists. Her long black hair was currently tied back into a ponytail that swept to the middle of her back. She was petite and slender, with big brown eyes and flawless dark skin. In her weirder moments, Amber had imagined kissing her full pink lips.

The fashion student squealed in delight when she saw Amber, as was their tradition. But her expression turned to concern when she saw the state of her friend's jeans.

"What happened to you?" Sunita asked, brushing an errant strand of hair from Amber's face.

"You know the bend just before here?" Sunita nodded, still looking worried.

"I, er, crashed into a bus," Amber admitted, absently scratching the back of her neck and avoiding her friend's gaze. Sunita's jaw fell open.

"Oh my God, we've got to get you inside!" she said, ushering Amber through.

Amber stepped into the tiny hall, took her shoes off and padded through into the lounge. Tony was sitting at the computer in the corner, no doubt working on something to do with The Company.

"Hi," Amber said. Tony turned to face her, slightly startled, and grinned.

Tony had come into Sunita's life when she and Amber had gone to college. He was the only boy in their General Studies class of about sixteen students. He wasn't conventionally good-looking – his nose and teeth were too big and he wore glasses – but he was kind, practical and had a fantastic smile. After the trouble Sunita had had with finding a good man, Amber had heaved a big sigh of relief when they had started dating. He worked for some big IT firm that Amber had never heard of, mostly from home, for peanuts.

Today he was dressed in a light brown T-shirt with red and yellow trim and a pair of loose black jeans. He was barefoot.

"Hi Amber," he said, giving a wave. Then he noticed her jeans. "What's happened to you?"

"Had a little accident," she said, rolling her eyes at herself.

"I didn't know piss could melt jeans!" he exclaimed. Amber giggled.

"No, I rode into a bus coming up the hill," she explained. His eyes widened.

"Oh my God!" he said, shocked. "Mind you, the way they take those turns, I knew it was going to happen one day. Can I get you anything?"

"No, thanks," Amber declined politely. "I think Suni is cooking something up for me."

"You know," said Tony, "it looks like the cycling's been doing you good." He nodded at her muscly thighs.

"Yeah," Amber replied, trying to suppress a blush. "A bit bigger than I would have liked, maybe, but, yeah, I do feel good."

Thankfully, Sunita then walked into the room, carrying a tray bearing three cups of tea and a plate of ginger biscuits, Amber's favourites.

"Aww, thanks," she said, eagerly taking a cup and a couple of biscuits off the tray. Sunita smiled beautifully.

They all sat quiet for a moment, sipping the boiling hot tea.

"Is that better?" Sunita asked. Amber nodded, smiling widely.

"Nothing like a good cup of tea," she said, holding the cup up to salute her hostess, who grinned in return.

Sunita eyed her friend critically.

"You're looking very good," she said. "Very strong." Amber nodded, almost mournfully.

"I know," she said. "I am clearly going to have to lay off this cycling!"

"I'm not sure you'll fit into my clothes now," Sunita admitted. Amber shrugged.

"We can but try, as my mother always says," she replied. Sunita nodded happily, slurped down the last of her tea, and stood.

"Come on, then, let's go make fashion happen!" Amber grinned, drank her tea hurriedly and followed Sunita into what she called "the shop floor".

In reality, it was Sunita's bedroom. The room held a bed, a wardrobe, chair and large desk, which was littered with pencil drawings. Most of them were half-finished scraps but a few were complete and bursting with colour. A very small handful were finished and hanging in Sunita's wardrobe.

The oddest thing was that the practical part of Sunita's course didn't kick in for another year. When Amber had discovered that, Sunita had just said that she wanted to get on with it, and Amber couldn't say fairer than that. The budding designer opened the huge wooden wardrobe and fiddled with coat hangers while Amber shut the door carefully.

Sunita turned around, holding a gorgeous red sleeveless dress. Amber's eyes widened.

"Try this first," Sunita commanded, holding the garment out for Amber to appreciate.

"It's beautiful!" she said, feeling the material. "Just let me slip out of these clothes."

Amber began to peel off her T-shirt when she remembered something.

"You'll have to turn round, Suni," she warned. "I'm not wearing a bra." Sunita's eyes widened in turn.

"You're kidding!" she gasped, but turned round anyway. "You've always needed scaffolding!"

"Not anymore," Amber whispered, just loud enough for Sunita to catch. She'd taken her T-shirt off and was wrestling with her torn jeans, trying to get them past the massed ranks of her quads. She succeeded after quite a struggle and held out the dress in front of her, not daring to look down at her body to see how it had changed since the morning. Instead, she slipped the dress on and, fantastically, it fit.

"I'm done," she said, turning to Sunita's mirror. Her friend turned around and her eyes widened. She pointed a finger.

"That's not from cycling!" Sunita said, pointing at Amber's muscular upper arm. The medical student turned to look her friend in the eyes.

"No," she said, "it isn't."

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Sunita frowned at the end of Amber's story.

"So you have, like, no idea why this is happening?" she asked. Amber shook her head.

She had borrowed a black knee-length skirt from her friend and had slipped the Supergirl T-shirt back on around ten minutes ago. The pair were sitting side by side on Sunita's bed.

"Look," Sunita said, after a moment's pause, "let's get some proper food inside us before we carry on. I can't think straight." Amber agreed.

The pair left the room and headed for the kitchen. Tony noticed them and called them over. He was sitting bolt upright on the sofa, facing the TV.

"Amber!" he called. "Get in here!"

Amber and Sunita quickly joined him. He was watching a local news report: Amber recognised the graphics. Someone was interviewing a very familiar-looking bus driver. The student's eyes widened. Tony turned the sound up.

" – dn't stop," the man was saying. "Mind you, she couldn't neither! She musta braked hard, but she still came off her bike and banged right into me grille. And she left this." The camera panned away from the man to what was obviously the front of his vehicle. It was a mess: the radiator grille appeared to have completely caved in.

Amber was close to tears when the man's voice came on again.

"She left a little dent," he concluded, chuckling.

— To Be Continued —

To Max… how did you know?! 😛

To Pimp_N_B… the last episode was kind of an experiment to see if I could get away with no proper dialogue. I'm not sure it worked! 😐

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Hee hee! That's cute. 🙂

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I can sense that something big is coming, literally and metaphorically! Great work, sir! 😀

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Thanks for all your support so far, guys!

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The White Knight Cometh – Part 3

Amber leaned up on her right elbow. Her mouth was dry. She rubbed her eyes and reached for the alarm clock beside her bed. The harsh red LCD display told her it was 7:15. The student sighed.

"Only fifteen minutes till my alarm goes off anyway," she thought. "I might as well see if I can get ahead of the day." She got out of bed and stretched.

Even though it was against her policy, Amber elected to wear her Supergirl T-shirt for a second day.

"Well, I didn't really wear it for a whole day in the first place," she said to herself. "And it does fit me so well!" Despite the changes her body had been going through recently, the shirt did indeed still fit perfectly, almost like a second skin.

The answer popped into Amber's head as she munched groggily on her corn flakes. Her spoon clattered into the cereal bowl, splashing a little milk across the table. Her eyes widened and she smacked herself on the forehead.

"I must be going through some more puberty!" she exclaimed. It all fell into place: muscles and breasts growing were classic signs of puberty.

It could affect girls even up to the age of twenty-one. There could be no other explanation. Pleased with herself, Amber went back to her breakfast, turning her thoughts instead to the day ahead. She decided to take her bicycle into university. That way, the young woman reasoned, she could save money and test her new muscles at the same time. Skipping round the house now, Amber prepared for her day. Kissing a tousled Devon, she left the house at 8:40 for her lecture at 9, wearing her Supergirl T-shirt, old dark blue jeans, black training shoes with white trim, a small light pink backpack with a red rose printed on it and a white helmet.

Her jeans felt a little tight around the thighs as she pumped on the pedals up the slight incline to the university. The student was making better time than she expected, though, so put this out of her mind. Amber briefly wondered why she didn't always take her bike up to university: it felt so good just to ride, feeling the breeze and the burn.

There had been a storm during the night, so the air was relatively clear; though the sun was beating down, there was a slight and refreshing breeze. Amber felt on top of the world as she pulled in to one of the university's bike racks, locking her machine to a rail and removing her bottle from the clasp on its frame. She stood a moment to get her breath back, feeling her legs throb from the exercise, and then went off to her first lecture of the day.

Medical Ethics always bored Amber rigid. She diligently took her notes, as ever, but never really saw the point of Doctor Steinman's dull take on the subject. Her mother had given her an incredibly strong sense of right and wrong, and it seemed to the young woman that that would be good enough to steer her through any ethical dilemma that might crop up. The good doctor certainly never gave her an indication to the contrary.

The lecture ended at 9:50, leaving the student over an hour to herself before the next one. Fortunately, she had made plans: there was a test coming up in her Pre-Natal Care module, so Amber went to the Library, commandeering a seat in a quiet corner to sift through her notes, taking out the important bits and trying to condense them onto one side of paper.

At around 10:35, as she was idly tapped her pink gel pen against her cheek, Amber began to feel her bra pinch into her skin. She frowned and shifted uncomfortably on her chair. The wriggling did the trick, so the student returned to her work. Ten minutes later, it began again. Once more a frown creased her beautiful features. Amber packed her work carefully in the pink backpack and headed for the nearest toilet.

Locking herself in a cubicle, the young woman set her backpack down carefully before whipping her T-shirt over her head. Gingerly she unhooked her bra and put her shed garments on top of her backpack. Amber looked down at herself. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She cupped her breasts. They had most definitely grown: it felt like half a cup size in two days. No wonder her bra had been biting.

Amber noticed a couple more puzzling things about her boobs. Firstly, they actually felt lighter despite the obvious change in size. Secondly, they seemed to have shifted higher up her chest. Concerned now, Amber let her hands drift all over her body. Again there was less fat on her abdomen; in fact, as the young woman's fingers wandered over her stomach, she could feel a pronounced six-pack trying to push its way through.

The student prodded her thighs: she barely made a dent in them. Unzipping her jeans to investigate, Amber noticed a couple of ugly veins running the length of her legs. Her thighs were larger, more powerful. Her calves had ballooned up too. She ran her hands over her butt, which was very pleasantly firm and well-rounded.

"At least there's one plus," she thought grimly.

Almost not wanting to know, she clenched her fists and brought her arms out in front of her. Her forearms had grown too. Horrible blue veins sprouted to the surface with the effort. Looking further back, Amber saw large swells on her upper arms too.

The young woman began to hyperventilate. Recognising the first symptoms of a panic attack, she concentrated on breathing deeply and tried to calm herself. This had clearly gone beyond puberty: something very strange was happening to her body. Electing to push it to the back of her mind, Amber tried to come up with a course of action. Her new breasts felt firm enough to cope without a bra, so she slung it in her backpack and slipped the T-shirt back on. Amazingly, it still fit. She wriggled back into the jeans.

There were only five minutes left to get to the next lecture. Amber flicked her hair casually back into place and left the cubicle.

Mercifully, she arrived in the nick of time for her second and last lecture of the day, Primary Care. As usual, Doctor Fulford gave an interesting and involving talk with plenty of questions and laughs, so Amber was able to naturally forget about her changing body. At the end of the lecture, she slipped her notes into her backpack and headed out to her bicycle to begin the trip to Sunita and Tony's flat… right the other side of town from the campus.

This, Amber reminded herself as she strapped her cute helmet back on, was why she rarely used her bicycle. It was too unsafe in traffic. There had been six cyclist fatalities in the area last year alone and Amber's mother was forever trying to get her to lay off the bike for good. Amber straddled her machine, preparing herself for the long journey. The student had told Sunita that she was going to arrive at 12:30, and even that was optimistic. She checked her watch: it was 11:55.

As she set out, Amber remembered the good times she'd had with Sunita, her oldest friend. They had met at playgroup at the age of four and had formed a friendship that was still going strong some sixteen years later. Sunita had wanted desperately to get on the same course as Amber but had fallen just short of the qualifications she needed. Instead she had had a complete change of heart and enrolled on a fashion design course. Amber had, naturally, supported her friend's decision – she had even offered to model some of Sunita's clothes, which was part of the reason she was going over for lunch.

The other part of the reason was that Sunita would be providing the lunch, and her food was out of this world.

Amber bobbed and weaved in and out of the lunchtime traffic in the city centre. She came to rest at a set of traffic lights about halfway through the journey. Two things had struck her: she was making fantastic time, and her jeans were becoming seriously tight around the thighs. She grabbed a slug of water from her bottle and prepared herself for when the lights changed. When they did she powered over the junction, hitting the base of the mile long hill that lead to Sunita's flat.

She switched the bike down to a lower gear and began to get into the rhythmic, pumping motion that would power her up the incline. Unbelievably, she still wasn't struggling that badly, despite the road being one of the steepest in the region. As she went past a parked car, the student heard a dangerous noise. She looked briefly down at her thighs on a quiet stretch of the road and her suspicions were confirmed: they were coming through her jeans.

The stitching was slowly coming away at the side of the leg. All the young woman could do was hope that they would hold out until she got to Sunita's, where they could be repaired. Gritting her teeth, Amber carried on with the ascent. A couple of minutes later, the student had to stand on the pedals to get enough pump to continue, and then it happened. With the extra effort, her jeans succumbed. Two holes appeared at thigh level, slowly expanding to reveal more of the girl's now well-defined quads, ripping from mid-thigh to just above the knee with a very sensuous sound.

Amber looked down and squeaked in horror. She sat back on the saddle, hoping against hope that it wouldn't get worse before she arrived. At this stage, she could at least claim that it was a fashion thing. A couple of seconds after sitting down again, Amber briefly felt light-headed. Lights swirled and exploded in her vision but she kept going. Gasping for breath now, Amber felt her pace slow dramatically. She had hit the Cyclist's Wall.

"The flat – is just – a couple – of minutes away," she said to herself. Even her thoughts came slowly.

Then several things happened at once: first, her jeans ripped open a little more, coming down now to just below the knee and, further up, getting perilously close to revealing parts of her knickers. Secondly she got a massive second wind – which she described later as "more like a second hurricane" – and began to bomb with strong, determined pedal strokes up the hill.

Thirdly, a bus came round the bend, heading in the opposite direction to Amber. It had, because of its size, strayed onto her side of the road to take the turn. Taken by surprise by the power she was now applying, Amber crashed into the vehicle.

— To Be Continued —

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Mmmm! That's an awesome picture! 😮

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Beautiful. I love the way you capture abs, Mr. Kusanagi, it's fantastic! Thanks for sharing these with us. 😀

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Hey, man, that's great stuff! 😀 Thanks for posting!

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Mmmm, mmm! Very cool! 😎

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Now that is something seriously beautiful! 😮 Wowzers!

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