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This is really something. I love it! 😀

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Wow, she looks fantastic there! Good work Mr. Nichols! 😮

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OK! This episode is a bit of an info-dump, I'm afraid, but hopefully it will heat up over the next couple of chapters. Enjoy! 😀

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The White Knight Cometh – Part 2

Devon heaved a sigh of relief. He leaned over her and turned the shower off, shaking the water from his eyes as he did so.

"Are you OK?" he asked, leaning closer to brush the hair out of his lover's face. "Can you walk?" Amber just rolled her eyes at him.

"Of course, silly, I just blanked out for a few seconds," she retorted, and took a step forward to prove it. "See?" Devon still eyed his girlfriend with concern.

"Let's go and towel down," she said, turning to Devon again and flashing him a smile that nearly made his fears disappear. She wriggled past him and out of the room, leaving water footprints on the tiles and carpet.

Once more the young man sighed with relief. His mind prodded him with a memory: Amber had once fainted at school during exam time, but that was because of heat and exhaustion. Immediately he tried to recall any more incidents where she had fainted, or gone dizzy, or anything like, to see if there was any link. After all, he reasoned, it had been hot today.

The pair had gone through school together from the age of eleven, but had only gotten together as a couple when they were fifteen. He remembered happily the first kiss they'd shared on the way home from school: it was unexpected, so all the better. Her lips had been full yet soft and yielding. They'd hardly changed since; though there had been many more kisses, none was as magical in Devon's mind as that first one.

At the age of sixteen, Devon had left school, vowing never to find himself in an educational situation again. He got a job at a local garage fixing motorbikes. Amber had her heart set on being a midwife, which Devon privately thought would be beyond her – his aunt was a midwife and had told him how difficult it was to get the necessary qualifications. Nonetheless, she had gone on to college.

It was a frustrating time for the pair, as they couldn't be together as often as they wanted. Neither could afford to move out and Amber's mother was incredibly strict – which was why, to this day, they had separate bedrooms, though Amber liked to claim to her friends that it was because she wouldn't otherwise have had space for her stuff. They'd had many rows, but always made up tearfully later that day.

Much to his delight – and also to his surprise – Amber had passed everything and accepted an offer from the local university to study midwifery. She had scraped through her first year and her second was now coming to an end. She had lived at home during her first year but they had taken the plunge and moved in together at the start of the second. They made a happy couple, both supportive of each other, and still very much in love, even after five years.

Try as he might, Devon could not recall another time when Amber had fainted.

These thoughts flashed by in seconds. The mechanic followed Amber's curvy butt with his eyes as it wiggled its way to the bedroom. He frowned: something wasn't quite right. Grabbing a towel, the young man followed his voluptuous lover to her bedroom. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror, a towel tightly wrapped around her full frame. Softly he padded across the carpet to join her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Honey," he whispered and paused, wondering how to frame the question. "Have you been working out?"

Devon saw her reflection frown.

"No," she said. "You know I can't afford to." Then she paused, frowning again. "Why do you ask?"

He kissed her neck again, higher up this time.

"I noticed your arse when you were getting out of the shower," he began.

"Ye-e-e-es?" Amber said slowly, raising what Devon liked to call her Danger Eyebrow. A few years ago he would have panicked at the Eyebrow, but now he knew how to handle it.

"You know I think you have the most gorgeous, curvy, grabbable butt I've ever known. I've spent so much time looking at it, that's why I spotted something. It looks firmer than it used to, is all."

Amber frowned, partly in relief, partly in confusion. She grabbed her ass through the towel, a cheek in each hand, and squeezed. Then she shot Devon's reflection a look of surprise.

"Yeah," she said, "it does feel different. That's weird." Then she had an idea. "I think I know what's happened," she said, nodding. "I had to walk home cos I spent my bus fare on the Supergirl shirt. Maybe it's just temporarily cos of that."

Devon hugged her tightly.

"Well, you would know," he said into her bare shoulder. He felt her nod again.

"Quite right," she said. She broke the hug and moved to pick up her hairdryer. "Now, you waited too long! I have to dry my hair, otherwise it'll go bonkers." She switched it on and returned to the mirror, carefully teasing her hair back into shape. "You'll have to dry yourself down!" she said over the din. Shrugging, Devon left the room.

Amber carefully moved to the door and closed it. She finished drying her hair a few minutes later and unwrapped the towel. The young woman stood in front of the mirror and began to look critically at her body. A frown crinkled across her brow.

"What's happened to me?" she whispered, shocked. Just to confirm, she began to run her hands up and down her voluptuous frame.

Her reflection was different. Subtly different, but definitely changed. Enhanced, even. Her thighs looked thicker, stronger. When she touched them, Amber found they were bigger, but a good amount of fat still encased them. Her calves were bigger too, as were her arms. The young woman grabbed the fat around her belly button again and found a little less there. She cupped her breasts and then really frowned. They had swelled slightly, whereas the rest of her body seemed to have lost fat.

"This is so weird," she thought. "There's no way a little walk home could have done this." Lost in thought, the student put some fresh underwear on.

She slipped the Supergirl T-shirt back on and smoothed it down. It still hugged her every curve perfectly, which was even more weird. Shaking her head in disbelief, Amber wandered out to the bathroom to get her jeans. She wriggled into them and, crossing the landing, popped her head around Devon's door. He was lying on his bed wearing just a pair of jeans, reading a motorbiking magazine.

"I'm just going to make dinner," she said, trying not to let on how freaked out she was. If Devon noticed, he didn't acknowledge it.

"OK, honey," the mechanic replied, looking at her with a generous smile. "Can I do anything to help?" Amber shook her head.

"Nah, it's fine." She paused. "It's only going to be something quick, though, it's gone half seven." Devon nodded.

The young woman slipped out and padded downstairs barefoot. Busying herself with making dinner, the weird events of the day soon went from her mind.

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Just before getting into bed Amber looked in her diary for tomorrow. It was a packed day: two lectures at 9 and 11, followed by meeting Sunita and Tony for lunch at their place. Then dinner at her Mum's before heading out clubbing with the uni gang to celebrate the end of term, even though exams were less than a fortnight away. Sighing at the prospect, the young woman lifted the covers and slid into bed, where, as ever, she instantly fell into a deep sleep.

Unusually, Amber dreamed. In her dream, she was like a curvy brunette superheroine, kitted out in the Supergirl costume. She flew around the city, foiling robberies and muggings and the like. The young woman smiled in her sleep. Later in the dream, she flew to an abandoned warehouse way out of town. SuperAmber didn't even bother to land: she just flew straight through the skylight and hovered over the scene that had alerted her senses. The old woman from the charity shop that she had bought the T-shirt from was there. She was standing behind a chair, to which someone was tied. SuperAmber couldn't quite see who.

She landed and strode over to the pair, supreme confidence practically dripping from her. Until she saw who was tied to the chair: it was Devon. SuperAmber stopped moving and gasped in horror. Her lover's body was covered in unsightly bruises and welts. He sported a nasty cut on his left cheek and deep wounds down his chest which looked horrifically like they had been made by a screwdriver. The old woman was dressed all in black, a black so deep and true that the real Amber, lying uneasily now in her bed, screwed up her eyes. The old woman raised her right hand and SuperAmber's costume was sucked clean off her body, into the old woman's grasp.

SuperAmber looked down at her body. She had powerful-looking muscles all over her frame. Her quads bulged with awesome might, leading down to thick, strong calves. Her abdominal muscles formed a tight and sizeable grid from just below her enormous, perfect breasts to just below her tightened navel. Her arms too were covered in layers of brawny, beefy muscles. SuperAmber tried to step forward, but something was keeping her in place.

The old woman held up the costume and gestured to Devon with her free hand. An evil smile appeared on her slightly wrinkled face.

"Choose!" she cackled at the stricken dream-girl.

Amber's eyes flicked open.

"What the hell was that all about?" she muttered.

— To Be Continued —

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I love your build-ups, El_Roy. Keep it coming! 😀

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Miam-miam! Quelle beauté! 😎

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Judging purely by butt, the lady on the left. Otherwise, the woman in the middle. 😀

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That's something very special. 😮

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This is just beautiful stuff. I'm on the edge of my seat! 😮

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That's an awesome story, thanks for posting it! 😎

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What a fantastic, clever story. I'm just off to read the next part! 😉

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