AN: I know this is two weeks late, but for those that didn't read the authors note of my other story, 'Makenball Z', the summary of why this took so long just boils down to a number of things, such as college whooping my ass from pillar to post, and then me getting genuinely sick several days ago, and not even being able to get out of bed without feeling like my stomach was about to collapse. I had planned to have this done on Saturday, but I got a surprise dropped on me when my brother-in-law's brother showed up, after being in China for 3 years, and decided to hang out with us in the city the whole day.
Basically came back knackered, with too little energy to write the rest.
Then yesterday, I finished off the chapter, but had no way to upload, as my internet shit the bed again, as it seems to love doing more and more these days.
Yeah, sorry again that this was two weeks in the making, but don't worry. There will still be another chapter released after this at some time on either the 28th or the 29th of February. You know, to make up for that time lost.
Anyway, on with the chapter!
A Saiyan's Prison Ride:
Chapter 9: A Time To 'Exercise'.
"Alright, this'll do." Meiko remarked as she reached the other side of the prison. The buxom beauty sparing a side glance behind her shoulder to make sure Gohan had actually followed behind her. The young, spiky-haired teen only a few paces behind her when they stopped. The sun's glare baring down on them, as the warm wind washed over them like a mini-heatwave.
Gohan curiously glanced around for a bit, before turning to her with a raised brow. "Not to be rude, but can I ask why you brought us over here for this?" If she wanted to exercise, he saw no issue with it, nor with helping her do it either, he was just a little confused about having to move this far away from the others.
Adding on to that, they certainly weren't on the best of terms by any means, not even close, but most of that stemmed from her treatment of the other guys, and given how he'd seen them act around her, he'd be seriously hard-pressed to argue she wasn't within her rights to give them some pain for their trouble. He knew for sure that if the guys had tried their hand ogling one of the women he knew, like his mom or Bulma, or god forbid, Eighteen, then they were practically begging for a well-deserved ass whooping.
The girl turned to look at him fully, locks of luscious grey hair swishing about by her face with her own raised brow, as a certain pair of – ehem – large womanly assets, wobbled about on her chest, almost halfway exposed from the opening her uniform left for them, exposing a wealth of cleavage to any tempted eye. Something which even he couldn't fully ignore, since they were so incredibly big, that the mere act of her turning so suddenly had them bobbling quite a bit. The sound of flesh bouncing about reaching his ears, and given his improved hearing as a half-breed Saiyan, it was quite noticeable.
A pervert he most certainly was not, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't hear something that had no business being that audible…
"Why do you think?" She asked with a heavy hint of sarcasm, placing her hands on her hips, and slightly puffing her chest out, accentuating the two partially exposed K-cup breasts. The duo, despite their ludicrous size, remaining upright and firm despite the lack of a bra, in all their sublimely pale, round glory. A sight which any of the five prison boys would've instantly taken the opportunity to ogle at without a second thought.
Gohan's coal black orbs didn't so much as dip from eye level with the busty warden. "Right. I get that, but couldn't you just cover them up?"
The grey-haired lass frowned. Had he seriously just asked that? "No, I can't. It would only cause me discomfort."
Gohan blinked at that. It caused her discomfort simply covering up?
"I also prefer to have some privacy when I exercise." As if she could read his mind and knew what he'd say after that, she shot him a look that made it clear she wasn't having any of it. "You are the exception for now, since our Madam President told me to keep you close by, in case you forgot." She wouldn't have been surprised if he did. He may hide it better, but she knew he thought no different from those other roaches, which is to say, he thought with his lower head, rather than his brain. "Satisfied yet?"
Gohan just sighed, knowing from her tone alone that's about the only answer he'd get, so just took it for what it was. "Yeah, I guess."
"Good." Not that she actually gave a damn if he did or not. "Now then, come closer and stand-by me. Since you're here, you might as well do it with me."
"Huh? You sure?" he asked in slight surprise.
"Of course." She nodded. Seeing the look of contemplation on his face, she continued. "Let's think of this as a… 'bonding' exercise." She had to put on her best poker face there, to make sure her distaste in simply saying that didn't show.
"Bonding exercise?"Gohan's brow furrowed as he stepped closer towards her. "What do you mean?"
"If I'm going to lull him into a sense of security, then I'm going to have to appear willing to compromise…" The busty babe thought to herself, before letting out a small sigh as she answered his question. "Consider this me extending an olive branch. You are a member of the USC, after all, yet I've made no attempt to really get along with you in spite of that." She still didn't want to, and doubted she ever would, but she had to pretend like that was the case. For now. "Let's treat this as my way of giving it a start." She said while extending a hand.
Normally, she wouldn't even entertain the idea of a boy exercising with her, because she knew damn well what would happen. The 'wandering eye', as someone so famously coined, would be in full effect, wandering all over her whilst she went about her business. However, at the moment, that's exactly what she wanted him doing.
Not because she enjoyed it, heaven's no. It was all to expose him at the end of the day. For what she and Mari knew he was underneath the façade. Then they could put an end to this farce of him being a part of the USC, and just throw him in with the other roaches, right where he belonged.
"Is she really serious, right now?" Gohan thought, looking down at the hand offered. He didn't want to call foul, seeing as she was handing him the offer to make things a little less tense between them, after all, he had gotten closer to Piccolo through his training regime when he was younger. Granted there was a stark difference between whatever exercise they would be doing, and what his long-time pal had put him through to prepare him for the coming Saiyans way back when, but the core concept was relatively the same.
However… perhaps it was just his tiredness getting to him or something… but it didn't really sound genuine…
Glancing back up, her facial expression didn't give him much hope either. It seemed a little too flat compared to what one would look like if they actually cared.
"But then again, I don't really know her personally. So it's kinda hard for me to really tell…" I mean, all he'd seen from her so far, was indifference, annoyance, aggravation, and outright disdain. Most of which, especially the last one, was aimed solely at the other boys, where it was completely understandable. One could hardly call that example the entire picture. "Suppose it wouldn't hurt to give her the benefit of the doubt, I guess."
"Alright then." He nodded back, looking eye to eye with her, which meant he had to look up, as with her high heels on, she stood a good five inches taller than he did. A small smile wearing itself on his lips, to show a little faith as he took the extended hand, giving it a good shake. "I can get behind that."
"Quite." She gave a light smile back, trying to seem friendly herself to the boy so he wouldn't suspect anything. "My exercises don't normally last long, so this should be over in a matter of minutes."
Not like it would've last long anyway before his attention started gravitating towards other parts of her during this little sham.
Hands pulling away from the handshake, she didn't let the mild surprise show on her face afterward. If there was one thing she could give him, he certainly had an impressively strong grip! She had been squeezing down on his hand with a good deal of her strength there, yet the shorter boy didn't even seem to notice. "Just keep your eyes on me and follow along. I'll let you know if I need your help with something."
"Right. Got'cha!" The spiky-haired half-breed smiled a little wider, pushing out a bit more enthusiasm.
This was just too easy. "Now, it's just a matter of waiting for him to finally cave. And I doubt it'll take long. No matter how cautious he is, he's still a boy at the end of the day…"
"Now then… to limber up, first…" Starting off with her right arm, she straightened it out and pulled to her left across her chest. The appendage pressed predominantly into her closest globe of flesh, pressing it inward and pushing it closer to its companion as her other arm bent upward at the elbow, and hooked over her right arm at the crux of its own elbow.
Gohan mirrored the movement without delay. Both giving it a nice tug as they stretched the ligament taut. All the while, her massive melon was squished inward even more, the decent portion of her breast that was exposed spilling out in either direction, rolling with her arm as it stretched to the left, pushing out and showing off a few extra millimetres of pale skin than usual to the watchful eye. Her other globe being smushed down a bit as well from her forearm pressing over it. Being pushed down slightly at a slanted angle. The sight would've immediately drawn the attention of the five prison garbed boys in a heartbeat, along with just about any red-blooded male. All while making it look like she wasn't so much as glancing at the spiky-haired boy, merely expecting him to follow along and little else. To entice the cautious, yet tired boy more into taking a chance to ogle her, when he thought he was clear.
Once she heard the satisfying pop! in her arm, alongside his of course, Meiko moved to do the other one next. The momentary release from their compression as she moved her arm away causing both to softly puff back into their normal, roundish shape. The right more so than its counterpart, wobbling profusely as the arm slipped away, but didn't get the chance to set back into place, as she pulled her other arm taut across her chest the same as before, hooking her right arm around the crux of it's elbow, as she gave it a good, long stretch. Her left mound of jiggly fat squishing down just as much as her other one had, getting pushed closer to its twin, only this time she decided to shift her arm as she stretched it. Supple boob flesh rolled about beneath her stretched appendage like pastry dough, bulging out and jiggling like jelly when her arm shifted up or down. It's sibling giving a few extra jiggles of its own from the act.
Once she heard another satisfying pop! from both their arms, she slipped hers away from her chest, allowing the soft, basketball sized orb to pop back into it's spherical shape beside its sister.
He naturally did the same, and she had to hide the small frown that threatened to surface when she noted he hadn't paid any attention to her eye candy. "Hmph! Just more confirmation that he's better at hiding it. I doubt he'll keep it up for long."
Her dynamic duo then wobbled as she bent over, keeping her legs straight and closed together as she reached down to touch her feet. In the process, she 'accidently' pressed the sides of her arms into the sides of her fun-bags. The Siamese twins forcefully pushed together, they were squashed inward, almost like a pair of wet sponges. As her fingertips reached her heels, her humongous marsh-mellows bulging outward, more than halfway trapped within her open uniform, the other portion exposed melded against one another as they pushed outward in a titillating display of bubbling cleavage. Enough so that a little more of their expansive boob flesh pushed out of her clothing, a small hint of pink beginning to show on both near their peaks.
Meiko's eyes glanced up to eye the sole male right in front of her, Their heads so close she could feel his spiky black locks graze over her own grey strands of silky hair, having mirrored her movement again without delay. Had it been any of the other boys who were stood there, or just about any other male she'd passed by on the street, nothing short of a hard smack to the skull would've stopped them from staring all googly-eyed at the 'little' show her chest was putting on. No doubt also drooling like a bunch of idiots while they did so.
She had expected the same of him, especially since his face was so close to her tender melons pressing into one another, giving a spectacular display of expansive tit flesh melding together. Or at the least, given she could admit he was a little wiser than her prisoners, discreetly glancing at the show her lily white boobies were putting on.
Instead, his eyes were squarely focused on his feet, which like her he easily reached with his fingers. Well, that was until he raised his head up, and for a brief instant Meiko believed he was about to take a peak just like the other pervs would've. Thinking he could get away with it.
To her growing surprise, his eyes flew right past her cleavage and straight up to eye level. Their faces little more than inches apart as he gave her a curious look. "So, what now?"
Her beatific features twitched when she felt his hot breath crawl over her skin. Her cheeks tinting a slight pinkish hue for a split-second before she forced the colour down to normal, all while fighting down the scowl that threatened to surface, as she quickly raised herself back up to her full height.
Boing! went her K-cup knockers, bouncing audibly and excitably from the sudden movement, looking like they were trying to push themselves free of the confines of her opened uniform with an exuberant jump before gravity halted their ascent and brought them crashing back down to her chest. They settled back into place parted from the other without her arms forcing them together, their supple, extensive flesh jiggling eye-catchingly.
Her right eye twitched almost imperceptibly, when she saw him pay not even a wink of attention to her bouncing boobies, as he too rose back up.
She let it be though. This would require some patience, unlike with the other perverts. "Are you flexible?"
"Huh? Flexible?" He scratched his head for a moment in thought. "I guess so. How flexible are we talking, here?"
"I'll show you." Turning so that her shoulder faced him, she looked over sideways at him and said, "You might want to step to the side for this…"
Gohan did exactly as he was asked without complaint, putting himself at an angle behind the heavily endowed lass. When she knew he couldn't see her face as she turned away, she smirked a little. "Let's see how well he handles this…"
When she was positive he was eying her fully from the back, the bodacious broad swung her left leg outwards in a perfect arc. A motion that would've drawn quick attention from most men with good reason, as it brought her deliciously thicc, curvy thigh into the spotlight. It came up to the girl's shoulder, where she grabbed on to it with her hand close to the heel to keep it steady, as her other foot rooted itself to the ground in a remarkable show of balance. Miles upon miles of curvaceous, creamy leg on display, rose up in the air like a tall building as she gave it a good, hard stretch.
That was only the appetizer though. The real main course, came in the form of her shapely booty! With nothing but her flimsy, dark purple string thong worn underneath her skirt, which was pulled up by her leg, it showed off every detail of perky, plump butt cheeks. Two spherical shaped mounds of tantalising flesh that could make just about any man salivate at just a glimpse of their majesty, a show of proof that Meiko wasn't just endowed in one area, but in all areas!
In a moment that would make the other boys cry if they knew they missed it, her left half-moon rose up with her leg, pulling the thin fabric of her thong wedged between her bountiful buns tight. The more she stretched her leg, the more her glutes tensed, causing the left butt cheek to pull on it even more! To a more perverted eye, it would honestly look like her soft buns were attempting to stretch the already thin fabric even thinner, almost grinding on it with how they seemed to just swallow it up inside the crack of her apple-bottom.
She quickly snuck another glance behind her as she did this, knowing there was no way his eyes hadn't just seen her ass.
"Oh, so that's what you meant." The boy nodded from what she could see, eying her leg as her stiletto faced up to the sky. An expression of understanding adorning his face. "I'll be honest, I've never really done something like that before, but I'll give it a shot!" He smiled.
Following the buxom dame's example, the boy began pulling his left leg up from the side, going a little over his waist before he started to feel some strain. "Heh, guess it's been awhile." He hadn't trained seriously in quite some time, so he supposed his body was understandably rusty, and less limber than before.
Then again, even when he was in top shape, he couldn't recall doing a stretch like this. Sure, he'd done a fair few splits and all, and he was certain he could still easily kick his leg out all the way up to his face, that was just the front.
This was from the side, and if he was allowed to torque his upper body downwards, he could no doubt point his boot straight up to the sky with issue. Alas, he had to keep the rest of his body standing still for this, and given his inexperience, it was proving to be more of a hassle than he would've liked.
In the end, without torqueing his body in any way, he did still manage to get his leg up about three quarters of the way, which would be more than enough for a solid kick to the chin, before his leg refused to go up any further, less he cause some unnecessary pain in his thigh.
"Man, you're really flexible, Meiko! Heh, I can barely get up this far without feeling the strain, and you got yours up with ease!" Not to say Gohan didn't at least try to get it up any further, his own hand falling beneath his leg to try and give it a boost up to no avail. A small bead of sweat from the effort trickling down his temple.
Ki augmentation could give him the power to destroy planets and move at insane speeds, but it didn't magically give him flexibility he didn't previously have through his training in fighting.
The boy failed to notice the look Meiko gave him over her shoulder. The way her right eye twitched more vigorously, cute button nose scrunching up in annoyance, and her lips fell into a deep frown. "Still nothing?... He's more of an adversary than I would've anticipated…"
Judging from this alone, getting him to expose his inner nature would be a test to her, a bit of an actual challenge, one might say. "Normally, I don't even have to try before I have a bunch of idiots drooling all over me…" Not that she even wanted that in the first place. The five prison garbed boys disgusted her to no end with their abhorrent behaviour, something that was indicative of just about every man that had ever seen her. "It looks like you'll be a little different, Gohan. If I want to catch you out for the sake of the girls, and for Madam President, I'm going to need to step it up a notch."
The thought of this being degrading didn't even enter her mind, as it likely would've normally. She didn't care if she had to get a little more out there, if it meant keeping her promise to Mari, and ensuring that another sexual deviant was where he belonged.
"That's enough stretching then." Her mini-skirt fluttered in the light, heated wind as she swiftly brought her leg back down, keeping her round buttocks in full view just a little longer, as the left cheek fell down, tugging on the backend of her pencil-thin thong trapped in the chasm of her derriere.
"Oh, alright then." He nodded, putting his leg back down with a nod. "So, what are we doing next?"
"Push-ups." She replied tersely, turning around to face him, ginormous jugs of creamy flesh jiggling within their confines in the process.
"Fine by me." He smirked a little. "How many?"
"Fifty should do." Lowering herself down, she pressed the palms of her hands against the ground as her legs straightened out behind her, tips of her heels digging into the hard soil as her two fleshy pillows dangled off her chest, just above the ground by a scant few inches. "Try to keep up."
Gohan felt a spark inside his veins at the way she said that last bit, it was hard not to catch the almost challenging undertone in her voice. "Heh, I'll try!"
Getting down in the same position as her, the spikes of his hair almost touching her silky grey bob again as he laid out right in front of her. He hadn't been using even the smallest lick of Ki so far, and he wasn't going to start here either. To keep things fair, even if this wasn't a competition or anything.
His Saiyan blood disagreed with that to an extent.
Meiko went first, pushing herself down closer to the ground while keeping a firm hold on the ground with her palms steadying her. Her soft, K-cup boobies pressing roughly into the ground as her body pulled itself downward. An eye-popping amount of succulent boob flesh squishing down and bulging outwards through the gap of her opened uniform, as they flattened out like thick pancakes against the hard soil, looking about ready to spill out of her clothing all together! The light, dusty pink hue of her areolas showing once again as part of them slipped out from her flattened chest bunnies.
When she rose back up for a barely half a second, her titanic rack popped back into their magnificent, roundish shape. Rambunctiously wobbling about from their sudden, yet brief compression, moving from side to side like a pendulum, and given no time to steady themselves properly before she pushed herself down for a second push-up. Squashing the jiggling jugs of milk under her weight a second time.
And then a third, a fourth, and a fifth time, before her gaze shot up to the half-breed doing them in front of her.
Her teeth grit in aggravation for a brief moment even as she continued her own set, before she quickly schooled it under a stoic mask when she saw his eyes rooted to the ground, completing one push-up after another, easily keeping up with her pace, and ignoring what was in front of him. Again.
"Your ability to hide your true nature is commendable, Gohan, but nothing lasts forever." She would get him to crack sooner or later, of that she was sure.
It didn't take long for Meiko to reach her twentieth push-up, and she presumed the young boy before her was the same.
And with it, the sweat began to pour off of her. A combination of her own exertions and the rising heat of the sun beating down on her. With each successive push-up thereafter, entire droplets of her sweat dripped to the ground, falling from her chin, temple, and cheeks.
By the time she'd reached her thirtieth, even her began to have moisture building around it, as well as petering down from her face as she started grunting from there. Loud enough to catch the demi-Saiyan's attention, who looked up across from himself for the first time since starting half a minute ago.
His eyes widened slightly when his eyes rested on the buxom girl. "Holy cow! She's sweating like mad!" Gohan was sweating a bit too, more so from the heat than anything else, but not nearly as much as her!
Her face was practically glistening with sweat as it poured off her! The glaring light of the sun only serving to highlight her gorgeous, feminine features even more as it reflected off her pale, wet skin. It wasn't just her face either, her chest was much the same story from what he could tell.
Gaze flying down for an instant to the ground beneath her, he caught sight of a small puddle of sweat having formed from the many droplets of moisture that had been excreted from the girl, and dripped to the ground in such a short time. "Jeez… I know more than thirty push-ups is a lot for most people, but I don't think they would sweat this much!"
She had to have some sort of condition for that, because there was no way that was normal at all.
Inevitably, they both reached their fiftieth push-up, both stopping around the same time. Gohan sweating mildly around his temple, and a little around his upper body beneath his uniform from the increasing heat. Meiko though…
As she briefly took a break sitting on her knees, as did he, bundles of sweat cascaded down over her beautiful face, alongside all over her chest. Droplet having fallen down to her huge breasts, which rose and fell with her breaths, running down along her spherical mountains of flesh from what could be seen, with drops of sweat having developed along the curve of her heaving hooters. Sunlight reflecting even more off her wettened skin than it had before now that she was kneeling, giving her a weird sort of glow under the bright star in the sky.
Gohan wanted to ask if she'd had enough, but had a feeling she wouldn't take too kindly to such a question, and refrained from doing so for the moment. Simply allowing her to catch her breath.
"It seems regular push-ups weren't enough… time to up the ante." She thought, unbeknownst to the boy across from her, as it only took her a few seconds to fully calm her breath. "Time to do some real push-ups!"
"Okay, time to step it up a notch! Those were clearly too easy, so we'll be doing them again."
Gohan blinked at the declaration, but was none the less ready to comply. "Sure, I don't mind that."
"Only this time," Her narrowed eyes looked straight into his. Light grey behind spectacles meeting coal black. "we'll be doing them while hand-standing."
"Hand-standing?" The progeny of Son Goku repeated in mild surprise, as the busty vixen once again placed her hands flat down on the hard soil before her. "You sure about that?"
Even without Ki he'd done plenty of those when he was younger as warm-up exercises before sparring with his dad, Piccolo, or one of the other Z-fighters. It wouldn't be an issue for him, but for her… I mean she was pretty damn flexible and all, but…
"Hmph! Are you kidding?" She scoffed, tone leaking a small bit of annoyance through her stoic demeanour, as her stilettoed feet pushed off the ground, the tall, curvy warden standing perfectly upright on her hands, with her heels pointing skyward. Her bangs that framed the sides of her face swishing about as her face suspended itself several inches from the ground.
Being upside-down, her mini-skirt naturally was forced to obey the laws of gravity and fell down by her waist the moment she stood on her hands, yet again showing off her delectable posterior in full view. The glorious, perfectly round swell of her huge ass exposed without obstruction, flipped upside-down with the rest of her. Given her legs were now clamped together, both her delicious, mouth-watering half-moons were also brought closer together. The pitiful excuse for a thong disappearing mostly from sight as a consequence, sucked in as deep as possible into the otherworldly chasm between her two fat buns as her glutes tensed up, pushing them together and swallowing tiny material whole. Save for the bit showing at the top of her ass crack, and the bit that curved around to the space between her sexy legs, which while closed together covered the space it ran too from view, though that was just from Gohan's angle.
Even with this all in sight of him, something that by this point with all she'd done previous, would've made the other boys cream themselves by now…
His eyes never so much as tilted away from her face, and he had no clue how much that was beginning to frustrate her. Due in large part to the impressive poker face that she put on for this.
"I've done this plenty of times before, Gohan. It is of no issue at all." She said matter-of-factly, expertly hiding her growing irritation. "Of course, if you're not up to it, you can just stand back and watch." She almost taunted, as she started into her hand-standing push-ups without waiting for the boy to respond. Arms bending at the elbow, she pushed herself downward until her chin was meagre centimetres off the ground, before she pushed herself back up until her arms were as straight as an arrow in one quick motion that hardly took a second.
Boing! as she quickly did her first push-up, her massive sweater puppies responded in kind, bouncing upward to slap down into her breastbone, before being pulled down by gravity towards her chin, wobbling like gelatinous desserts as they dangled before her jaw, still as perky as ever, and within the young man's view as her uniform struggled more than ever to keep them in given her current position. At the same time, as if working in tandem with the large dumplings bobbling about on her chest, the round swell of her upturned, bubble-shaped booty bounced joyfully as well. Both bubbly cheeks rising in the direction of her thighs, before quickly bounding back down in the direction of her lower back, tugging on the poor fabric trapped inside her butt-crack enticingly.
Somehow, her trademark glasses never fell from the ridge of her nose. Remaining rooted to her face as she got into her current series of press-ups.
"If you say so." Was all he said, still paying no mind to the utter sexiness on display, from what the grey-haired vixen could gleam with her watchful eyes, as she completed her second and third consecutive push-ups. All but sending her fat, juicy rear and set of mind-bogglingly massive mambas into a bouncing jiggle-fest that went utterly ignored by the only male here to witness it. "Best get to it, then."
Hopping off his feet, the boy genuinely surprised the bodacious beauty as he turned himself in a one hundred and eighty degree angle while going bottom up in mid-air! Once his hands met the ground with perfect balance, legs together like hers as his shoes faced the sky, he wasted no time getting into his own set.
Wait… why did he turn himself around like that…? Was he… actually looking away from her…?
Why would he do that? That only made it even harder for him to sneak a look at her body without being noticed. Why on earth would he do that? Was he trying to throw her off?
"This is new…" Meiko bit her lip as she pressed on with her own set, each successful push-up rewarding the ground beneath her upturned body with even more droplets of perspiration. The sun's heat glazing over her luscious form only amplifying the way her body sweated up a storm.
Of course, what she was doing now actually was dangerous for her, but for health and safety reasons. Normally, she only did her patented hand-standing push-ups inside, away from the hot air of the outside with her more casual clothes on, a low-cut top and a pair of short shorts. And for good reason.
It was easier for her to tuck whatever top she was wearing into the short shorts, which clung to her skin almost like a second layer, fitting tightly around her hips. Her current attire though? The only thing keeping her opened uniform rooted down like normal was her mini-skirt, which didn't fit even half as snugly around her. Meaning she was at a genuine risk of her shirt and blazer slipping down her form…
And given how open she had to leave her blazer and shirt, with just the bottom buttons beneath her swelling mountains of bouncy flesh being done up, if they did slip…
Well, if it happened, then she only had one spectator. And he'd either ignore it out of what she still believed was his own caution against being found out, giving her time to fix it, or he wouldn't… and then she'd have all the proof she need-
"Hey uh, do you mind if I take this off?" The boy asked suddenly, drawing her attention as he stopped midway through his latest push-up, one hand leaving the ground to tug on the tie wrapped around his neck, dangling over his face now. "This thing is beginning to chaff, and its hot enough out here as it is without me wearing this…"
The request took her off-guard momentarily, but she swiftly recovered before he could notice. Her eyes rolling dismissively at such a benign and silly question. "Go ahead, so long as you remember how many you've done already."
"Thanks!" The boy smiled, having felt his own sweat beneath his uniform, which might as well have been like his own personal cocoon with how hot he was getting right now. Unknowingly, he surprised the busty warden another time by using only one hand, the one that never left the ground, to launch his entire body up into the air, where he quickly righted himself and flipped his body upright, landing rather graciously on his feet.
Meiko got back to her hand-standing press-ups as he pulled his blazer off first, throwing it to the ground a bit away from him, before he went to work unbuttoning his long-sleeve shirt as he pulled the tie off and threw it down over the blazer. Small wet patches appearing near his armpits, dampening the white material that hugged his frame.
"Hmph… stripping himself down because of a little heat…" She scoffed inwardly. "Talk about thin skin-" Meiko's derisive thought was immediately cut off the instant he fully unbuttoned his shirt. Her eyes going almost as wide as dinner plates when he pulled either side of the form-fitting shirt off.
The sexy warden was left speechless when she saw what lied beneath! A rock hard set of six-pack abs was the first thing to greet her gaze, looking like they'd been sculpted out of the finest granite by hand from master Greek sculptor! Full of tensed, dense muscle fibre that only added to its eye-catching allure. Hell, she was pretty sure you could iron clothes on it!
The boy bent over a little as he slipped his arms out of the shirt's sockets, pulling her attention up to his hard, muscular chest having pecs so toned you'd swear they were fashioned from slabs of stone! If one felt so inclined, they could probably douse some cooking oil on those hard pecs, and grill some bacon under the sun's heat right this minute!
When the shirt finally crumpled to the ground, her eyes flew up to the latest developments… his huge arms! Both densely packed with muscle, impressively large biceps that bulged out magnanimously for her wandering eyes pleasure, veins already starting to appear over them, despite the boy having barely tensed them at all. Both of which lead up to some seriously broad shoulders, which also raised up closer to his neck with their share of beefy muscle.
Now those were some big guns…
"My word… he's rippling with muscle!..." When she had first seen the boy in person, she could tell from a glance that his build was at the very least a good deal fitter than the scoundrels they'd thrown in prison. But nothing like this… he was absolutely shredded!
Just how in the world had his uniform hidden this much away? It was almost inconceivable!
"Phew! That's much better!" The ripped, half-naked boy remarked happily. "Now, time to get to it!" he grinned, and Meiko couldn't help but feel a certain… wildness to it, that hadn't been present before…
Flipping sideways in the blink of an eye, the half-naked demi-Saiyan landed on his palms, as he got right back into his latest set of hand, standing push-ups right where he left off! Pumping his thick, muscle-bound arms up and down, completing one push-up after another with added vigour!
The eyes of the provocative warden remained rooted on the young man as he did so, almost as though they were in a trance… Helpless to do little more than watch how the muscles around his chest contorted, pushing those slabs of marble he called pecs closer together, looking dense enough to squeeze the bloody cork off a wine bottle. All while his biceps popped and bulged along his arms from the exerted effort put in to each push-up, tensing up with his meaty triceps right as they pushed up straight.
Meiko hadn't the faintest clue when she had stopped doing her own press-ups, simply rooted upside-down on her hands watching the veritable eye-candy before her.
"What an incredible physique!..." she couldn't fathom the amount of diligent training it must've taken to gain a body like that… it was like the body of a Greek adonis, forged out of the finest materials by the greatest craftsmen! Each individual muscle merging perfectly together with one another, while still somehow being distinguishable from the rest, like his entire upper body had been chiselled down to the most minute of detail…
Wasn't he two years her junior as well? He couldn't have been any older than sixteen, and yet… "He's so toned… so rippling with muscle… and he's younger than I am!..." There were people who competed in the Olympics, at the height of their physical acumen, after decades of hard work, poured into blood, sweat and tears that didn't even have half as impressive as physique as the specimen before her now…
She could see it all before her eyes… caught in a moment of awe, for the beads of sweat that sizzled as they rolled down his perfectly sculpted abs, drizzling hotly along the contours of his muscly chest.
Or had that just been her imagination? She didn't know, but God… she wouldn't mind giving those muscles of his a feel of her own…
"Guh!" Her eyes widened to a near comical degree as it dawned on her just what she was doing right now. "Wait, what in the world am I thinking?!" The busty vixen thought in horror, shaking her head as she broke out of her trance. Cheeks flaring up red in embarrassment at what she'd caught herself doing.
Had she just… oh god… she had… she'd been checking him out just then… "What's gotten into me all of a sudden?... why did I just…" She had been checking Gohan out… a boy… she grit her teeth. What in god's name was wrong with her?
She was supposed to get him to expose his true self by checking her out, not the other way around! This was blasphemous! She had been entrusted with this task by Mari… and she wasn't just squandering it, but also making herself look the fool in the process by ogling a boy of all things…
Today must've been hotter than she realised… it certainly did feel more overbearing than usual. It wouldn't be a stretch to say it could play with her mind given its intensity, causing her to exaggerate what she was seeing. Especially given she was upside-down, which meant the blood was rushing straight to her head. No doubt clogging up her brain.
He was ripped, sure… but he didn't look that good…
All that sweat beginning to pour off him now, the more he came close to finish his set of push-ups. Skin starting to glisten almost as much as hers did… emphasising every last one of his soaked muscles…
Meiko shook her head again. This time growling at herself for another slip-up.
"Uhh, you okay there, Meiko-san?"
"Huh?" Gaze turning downward, she saw Gohan staring back at her curiously, having halted in his push-ups. "What do you mean?"
"Your cheeks are red… like, really red… is the heat starting to get to you?"
Meiko's brow twitched in increasing agitation at his words, feeling like he'd just insulted her pride with that very line of thought.
But to that same token, he may have a point. She was starting to feel out of it… as much as she didn't want to admit that. Perhaps the heat was indeed getting to her for once.
Heck, her mouth had become exceedingly dry in the last minute or so… wasn't that a sign of a lack of fluids?
"Tch. That'll be enough." She finally ground out, feeling a mix of disappointment and anger at herself as her suspended lower half fell down to the ground, stilettoes jabbing into the soil once more as she rose up to her full height. Mountainous globes of smooth, creamy flesh giving a joyous bounce in the process, causing a few droplets of her sweat to fling off the upper portion of her wiggling pearls. "We're done here."
"Huh?" Gohan looked on in confusion at the grey haired lass, rolling over on his side from his hand-stand until he was kneeling down on one knee. "We are?"
"Yes. We are." Her tone got it across pretty strongly once again, that there was no room for argument here.
"But… we only just started…"
"We'll continue this some other time." She replied tersely, feeling a migraine start to set in. "I'll see you back with the others." Was all she said, and it was hard to miss the aggravation leaking profusely out of her tone, as she turned away from her sweaty companion and walked back where they came from. Skirt fluttering along in the warm winds, showing off that bubble-shaped booty of hers one final time, each plump mound rising and falling with her strides, caked in her own sweaty fluids running down her legs as she left.
When the girl was seemingly out of ear shot, the boy sagged his shoulders as he rose up to his feet. A sigh he didn't know he'd been holding flitting through his open lips, as drops of moisture dribbled down his brow. "Jeez… did I do something to tick her off?"
If he did, he couldn't really think of anything at the moment.
Letting out another sigh, this one sounding a bit more tired than the previous, Gohan grabbed the pieces of his discarded uniform, cradling them underneath his armpit as he started his own way back to the others.
His short tenure at this school so far was already the most befuddling experience he'd had in his young life.
The poor, young half-breed had no idea just how much more ridiculous things were going to get in the future…
AND CUT!
Well, I hope you all enjoyed the Meiko fanservice in this chapter. It was certainly quite the eye-candy I had in my mind when visualising some of it, for sure. After all, she's the bustiest babe in the series, not to mention the thiccest.
But isn't this surprising, for once Meiko was on the receiving end of getting some eye-candy that she clearly wasn't expecting, and definitely wasn't ready for. Mouth getting a bit too dry there for her, it seems. Oh wait, that was the sun's heat, wasn't it?
Either way, the next chapter will be out on the 29th, so look out for it. It'll be bringing Hana to the forefront again, and we all know what happened last time.
See you guys then!