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Story: The Best Sushi Far and Wide (text version)
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The Best Sushi Far and Wide aka The Annoying Glutton
"Oh no, not again!"
Kenji recognized the sound by now. Dreaded it. That unmistakable metronome sound that preceded the arrival of his nemesis. Why his father, chef and owner of Odachi Sushi & Grill continued to put up with this travesty was a mystery to him. The old man's interest in the restaurant business seemed to end at his kitchen door, and not extend to the profit margin. His mother on the other hand, currently pacing from table to table, serving the delicious rolls their little restaurant had become famous for, was acutely aware of the problem. Kenji glanced back at her She had heard it, too, and met his eyes with a stern nod, reminding him of their recent talk. She expected him to stand his ground.
*click* *clock*
Kenji trotted towards the door, cleared his throat, firmly planted his leg, stood straight and tall as he went through every little ritual to muster his courage. But whitened knuckles of fingers clenched tightly around the reservation desk gave lie to his resolve. As the frightful noise drew closer, he felt his heart sink and his knees turn soft. As droplet of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Dear god"
Within an instant the late summer evening had turned to night and a great shadow darkened his door.
All light had been blotted from the doorway, save for a few sorrowful rays at floor level. Out of the shadow emerged the beast's foot. Clad in expensive custom made heels, nails fastidiously painted, it came down gently and carefully.
*clock* *crack*
The sound of his nightmares. Followed by the sound of his expensive floor panels splintering. Silence befell the other patrons as all eyes fixed on the door. For a brief moment it was as if time stood still, save for the water in the fish tank rippling ominously as the foot shifted sideways and the high slit dress parted, giving view to a shocking sight. From a slender ankle up, tan skin spread at impossible angles to encompass ballooning cords of calf muscle as large as two basketballs placed together. Gasps hallowed through the restaurant, as despite the incomprehensible size, the shape left no doubt in anyone's mind. This leg belonged to a woman!
Renewed groans and cracking noises emanated from the floor as the massive leg took on more weight, a booming thigh suddenly springing into action, giant teardrop muscles bulging and overcasting her knee and forcing the summer dress further upward towards hips that appeared to spread almost horizontally with layer upon layer of muscle.
Kenji's eyes fixed on the broken floorboard poking out from beneath the doormat he had used to hide the damage from last month's visit.
She bent forward slightly to address him. "Hello, I have a reservation at 7 pm for the all you can eat." Of course she had. Kenji felt his mother's glare upon him as he meekly returned the greeting "Hello Miss Evergarden..." Before he could continue, he once again realized how disarmingly beautiful this girl was.
Framed by flowing brunette hair, her face was characterized by Slavic high cheekbones, full natural lips curved into a genuine, cheerful smile, with her lower lip distinctly more pronounced. Her eyes were a warm brown, adorned by curved brows gave her a kind and attentive expression. He audibly gulped as his eyes darted from her face to the two towering trapezius muscles that rose behind her head like a royal collar. He had suspected it before earlier, but now he was certain. Scrape marks on the door frame gave testament to where her traps had chipped off the paint during her visit last month. Yet today they undoubtedly reached far higher, making a mockery of the term bull neck. There wasn't a bull in the world with a neck like this. She had no neck, she had a mountain range!
By the time Kenji had returned to his senses, she had already begun to enter the premise. It was a slow, complicated process. Another collective gasp of shock aired through the restaurant, as her upper body came into view. Or rather part of it. Standing at 2 meters wide, she had long grown accustomed to passing through doors sideways. But recently, even this had become challenging, and she had developed a technique whereby she turned diagonally and slipped one arm through the door, then one pectoral muscle before rotating around the frame as it sat between her pecs. To her it was a ritualized motion, like slipping into a nightgown. To everyone else, it was an incomprehensible symphony of sinew as gigantic muscles rippled, pulsed, shifted and ground together in a hopeless quest to make themselves as non-huge as possible.
Non-huge. It was never was going to happen. Not with these arms. Holding a designer purse that appeared comically small in her hand, her forearm muscles danced with every movement, thick tree root like cords of sinew piled upon each other until they hit the only thing in the world capable of pushing back. Her bicep. Squished between her tree like forearm and prized pumpkin size shoulders, her bicep appeared perpetually peaked, surging and spilling outward with obscene angles. Even relaxed, its peak rose far past her wrist.
Every other possible inch of space was filled by one muscle or the other, a fragile balance of power that shifted at her slightest movement. Now, attempting to squeeze though the door, endless masses of muscle quaked and rumbled as they renegotiated their borders. Slightly shifting her arm sent her bicep crashing against her pectorals with tectonic force, inflating the immense orbs of muscle as rippling tsunami waves rolled upwards until they obscured most of her face. If a tiny movement like this could cause the seas like this, what would happen if she actually flexed?
Kenji didn't want to find out. He could envision no way she would fit through the door. But perhaps this was the universe smiling at him and offering him the excuse he had been waiting for. He would simply blame it on the door!
Meanwhile more guests arrived, lining up behind her as she realized her usual ritual of slipping through tight doorways failed her. Well, this was embarrassing.
She tried to make light of her predicament before her next attempt.
"Say, have you had a chance to relay to your father what I said about the increased curb appeal you would gain from installing a large, inviting front door?"
She tried to envision a path through, but to no avail. She had outgrown her first restaurant door. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, she felt a rush of excitement at the realization. Biting her lower lip, she reveled in the thought. Her efforts to grow as huge as humanly possible were paying off in dramatic fashion. Perhaps she would one day even surpass *her*. But now was not the time consider such conquests. After all, she was still holding up traffic.
"Yes, about that. As much as we appreciate your longstanding patronage, but I'm not sure our humble facilities can still accommodate you."
Jessie's heart sank. She knew she caused a commotion everywhere she went. And usually there was always someone who complained as well. Not that she ever did anything to cause offense, but some people just weren't very nice.
Still, she had looked forward to the all you can eat buffet all week, she had made a reservation well ahead of time, paid in advance, and her belly was groaning. She was always hungry after a workout and today she had gone all out. That was made evident even to the uninitiated by a titanic post workout pump.
As her face grew sorrowful, Kenji could not help but feel sad for her. Was this how his father felt about her, and why he tolerated her?
He had to admit, she was a loyal customer and had frequented his restaurant since long before her growth. She was friendly, always tipped well and genuinely loved their sushi. A little too much lately, as she single handedly made the once monthly all you can eat weekend special turn from his biggest money maker to barely breaking even. She had the appetite of an entire football team.
"Look, I've already inquired about that door. But it will take a few weeks at least, and until then... "
Jessie realized what he was saying, and attempted a solution that wouldn't lead to her going hungry tonight. "Well, the weather's not too cold, I could just sit outside."
She lied, it was quite cold, and nobody else sat at the terrace. But her stomach was audibly growling.
Kenji nodded and was about to agree when his mother interjected. She had noticed her son's resolve faltering and made her standpoint known.
"NO! All you can eat offer is only inside!"
"Really? But you have a terrace, and it was open all summer for the all you can eat."
"Read the sign!"
"What sign?"
"Read here!" She angrily pointed at a sign posted on the inside of the restaurant, an updated price list that indeed restricted the all you can eat offer to inside dining only.
Jessie was taken aback by the lady's tone, but was genuinely curious. And after all, she had invited her to read the sign... and the sign was on the inside.
Attempting her ritual once more, Jessie exhaled, held her breathing and once again stepped through the door.
She felt the door frame rubbing against her skin front, back and top as she wiggled her body through it, inch by inch.
The lady's eyes narrowed as bits of paint chipped off.
"Nono, don't come in!"
Jessie stopped in her tracks. What now?
"Out!"
With resolute energy, the lady attempted to push Jessie, her hands appearing comically small against an arm more than three times as wide as her entire body. Either out of realization that she had just laid hands on a customer, or from sheer shock of feeling the steel hard cords of muscle quaking beneath Jessie's skin, she quickly pulled back her hands. But by now, Jessie's concentration was broken. She tried to wiggle forward, then backward, and suddenly panic gripped her. There was no moving in either direction. She was stuck. And she would have to breathe again any moment.
The lady took a few steps back, stammering an apology. Kenji meanwhile had run red with shame for his mother's outburst, and just wanted to make this right. "Of course you can eat outside. In fact, it's on the house. I'll get a table set for you right a...."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He had seen Jessie's expression change, her face reddening as she tried to hold her breath. She was visibly straining, but that meant her muscles were straining, too. Veins visibly swelled and inflated beneath her skin, pulsing with every quickening heartbeat. Fibers of muscles tightened, filled with blood and oxygen. Rumbling. Quaking. Growling.
She whispered through baited breath "I'm sorry. I think you should stand back."
She had to breathe. Sharp sounds of splitting wood echoed from within her pecs as they surged outward. She could feel her striations chewing into the wood, utterly destroying it until with a deafening crash the frame burst in multiple places and penetrated deep into the wall, propelling chunks of plaster and rock outward like shrapnel. Meanwhile the other side of the frame was nearly crushed flat between her expanding back muscles. Broken drywall rained from the ceiling and bounced off her shoulders. Even the upper part of the frame had been embedded into the wall by her surging traps.
The destruction lasted a mere second, but by the end of it, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Amidst the rubble, Jessie's body stood transformed, her previous elegance and grace only alluded to by her lovely dress. From merely holding her breath, every muscle fiber had bloated to fight or flight mode, standing in sharp relief, netted in furiously pulsing veins the size of a person's wrist feeding them more blood. Ready to explode into action at a moment's notice. People shook in fear. Jessie clutched her purse and buried her face in her vast pecs. She wanted to cry.
"Miss Evergarden."
A kindly and gentle voice rung out.
Hiroshi Tageuchi, the chef himself, had come out, roused from his station by the noise. He surveyed the destruction, his guests, and his wife and son. Turning to his guests, he exuded a calm that belied the situation. "Please, continue your meals, dear guests."
With slowly paced steps, he approached the entrance. His wife met his eyes and was about to raise her voice to explain, but with a mere nod he motioned her to calm herself. He would handle the situation.
He had to stand a few paces away from Jessie to see her eyes behind her swollen pectorals. He could tell she felt sorry and embarrassed by the situation.
"It is, as always, a pleasure to welcome you to our establishment. I wish to ask your forgiveness for the inadequacy of our entrance. After all, what good is an entrance, if it is not welcome to all guests. Especially one so dedicated to their passion and craft as yourself. I am deeply honored that you would select our kitchen to fuel your great endeavor. Please, follow me, I will seat you. Eat to your heart's content."
Jessie felt tears welling up in her eyes. With just a few gracious words, this gentle old man had defused all tension in the room, spared her from embarrassment and turned unpleasantness into a compliment.
"Kindly follow me to your table. Meanwhile, Kenji, please clear the entrance and door for our guests."
As Jessie shuffled towards her reserved table, she bent forward so he could see her smile and gave him a nod of appreciation. He acknowledged the gesture with a nod of his own. It was an understanding.
He pulled the table away from the wall, and she sat down at the bench she had requested in advance. Attempting to sit on even the sturdiest chair was one of many misadventures she had learned to avoid in recent months.
As he handed her the menu for the drinks, he realized that even when seated, her vein covered traps, radiating heat and a hint of flowery perfume, reached higher than he stood tall. For the briefest of moments he paused and permitted himself to look up to see just by how much.
"Magnificent" he thought to himself before walking back to his station and returning his focus on making the best Sushi far and wide.
Comments
Sigmarine
Since I already commented on the story itself, it is now turn to focus on the artwork: Thanks for providing the standalone version of it, quadratouring really did an amazing job here! The image captures the essence of your cool little story really well, makes Jessie look both beautiful and imposing at the same time and also delivered something that is sorely missed on the 3D models: Insane pecs PLUS beautiful boobs. I can't stress that enough, l absolutely adore the proportions here. Not to say that I wouldn't enjoy models where the boob size is equally exaggerated as the muscle size, which I do, but I don't think that fits every type of model. Mega-boobs are great for a typical bombshell character, but what we see here is much more fitting for muscled cuties like Jessie: Her boobs are a bit bigger than her head, which would be considered quite big if we were talking about real world women, but here they are completely dwarfed in comparison. It looks so much better than if they were not there at all, as their presence greatly enhances her femininity while their comparatively small size in relation actually makes her muscles look all the more impressive, as they provide another point of comparative reference besides her head that empasizes the impression of just how big she really is. If only one of those SL body modelers would finally start seeing it the same way and create a model following that philosophy, ideally with integrated jiggle physics as we've seen on Choccy, for example. Well, one can dream... And thanks to quadratouring I now have a pretty clear image of what to dream about.
CJoe
Very nice story, and artwork. :)
