Wave and Tails had spent the day on the beach. It had been so fun splashing water on each other and swimming and just doing silly things together. They had taken tons of photos of them, but he found himself lingering on a particular one.

Wave was running her hands down her feather braids, smiling. That small gesture caused her arms to tense just a little, but it was enough for the bicep and tricep to push against her skin, the lines separating each muscle from her arms to her shoulders making themselves known. Maybe they were small, but they were well toned and strong. He found himself running his tongue through his muzzle.

Wave was wearing a white Tank Top tied into a knot to only cover her boobs and show off her stomach, but it was so wet, it was practically transparent. This was also one of the rare occasions when Wave was not wearing bandages. The result was that the shirt hid nothing of her tits, each around the size of her head, only covered by a small black bikini for decency.

A little below, were her six pack abs, a little covered by the knots from the shirt but still extremely attractive. From below her shoulders, you could notice a V shape which stopped right on the middle of her stomach, around where her abs are and then turned into an inverted V, giving her one killer hourglass shape. He found himself wishing to run his hands through it.

Then, came her hips. They were wider than her shoulder to shoulder width, by a good margin. The size was necessary to accommodate her huge, juicy ass. The ass wasn't on display in the photo, but you could notice the tiny string bikini down there. Just a tiny triangle to cover just enough, then a slim string running around those maddening hips of her, slightly sinking in. It was the same on the backside, just strings, which allowed him to memorize every little bit of her big, shaped, bubble ass. Just remembering made his cock hard.

All of that ending with her thick thighs, each wider than her waist. The girl exercised them like crazy, the lines separating the quads pushing a bit against her skin a little bit, so big they constantly rubbed each other when she walked. She even struggled to cross her legs when sitting down. So big together they were as wide as her hips and ass. They were that thick.

Tails knew he shouldn't but he could not stop thinking about her, putting her in other hot clothing, imagining her in other attractive positions. It only made his cock even harder. But then, his stomach growled. Loudly. He really wanted to grab a bite. Wave was controlling his intake of everything, but she didn't need to know he was going to do that.

It had been almost impossible. For all his discipline with training, he really struggled to take care of his caloric intake. Wave had to take over the kitchen and control everything he consumed for almost half a year, but she had done it. Tails' incredible physique had always been held back by fat, but finally, the diet had allowed to lean it down to about 2%, with minimal loss of muscular mass.

The photo Wave examined was a full body one, he was relaxed, just letting his arms fall on his side, not flexing at all. And yet, his muscles were incredibly huge and ripped, every vein, every muscle separation, every muscle fiber pushing against his skin and making themselves known to the world.

His forearms were around the size of his head. His deltoids were even bigger than his head. And his arms were easily twice as big, probably more. The mountains for shoulders he had, had completely engulfed his neck. The width of his back… it had to be at least as wide as 2 adult average men, not even counting the deltoids, it was massive. His pecs, they were like two small tables together, all the muscle fiber left no smooth area on those behemoths.

His lats, the best way Wave could describe them was as if someone had an upside down triangle, then it was cut right on the middle horizontally. That just how suddenly his lats exploded a little above his abs. Speaking of which, he had a super ripped eight pack on his stomach, she thought to describe them as a washboard, but a washboard looked weak in comparison. She had balled a fist and placed it on one of those squares of his earlier today, the fist being smaller than one single ab square.

Next came his thighs. Most men in the media were depicted with small legs, but not Tails. His thighs were huge too, you could tell his arms were a little bigger than his thighs, barely, just enough for someone to notice at plain sight. Same with his calves in comparison to his forearms. Everything was ripped with powerful veins running all over the place, yet Wave found herself only more attracted to it.

"Hey Tails, tomorrow, let's go to…" That was when Wave noticed that Tails had a large cup of… something, she wasn't even sure, with a spoon on it. "Tails, no! We need to keep the diet!" She screamed, while grabbing his arm. She wasn't going to be able to out muscle him, so she was relying on looking pitiful and cute to convince him.

The fox man looked annoyed instead. "Why? You already took more than plenty of photos of my actual physique. That should be enough."

"No. I want to take tons of more photos. Plus, don't you love how incredible you look?"

"I care more about not feeling hungry."

"Just for a couple more weeks. While the summer's hottest days end."

"I don't want to. I don't even care about looking this lean. If anything, I like it more when I have a little bit of fat. Plus, I am dying to drink a couple gallons of water."

"Later. We need to keep the ingestion at the correct times, or you will lose shape."

"I can live with that."

"Come on. Just sacrifice a little for me." This pissed off Tails.

"I need to sacrifice more?! I am near constantly bending my plans to your will. How about you sacrifice something for me?" Now Wave matched Tails anger.

"I have sacrificed plenty, or do you think it's easy to keep up with your biometrics to optimize your muscle development?!"

"Please, you automatize most of that with your computers."

"Doesn't mean it's easy. Now stop whining. I, at least, thought I was dating a man, not a whiny baby." Tails' balled his fist, something that scared Wave a bit.

"You know Wave? I am getting really sick of these colorful nicknames you give me."

"Oh, now they are bothering you? It's my way of saying I love you."

"Didn't know you say 'I love you' by being a jackass to them! Do you even know how to love anyone but yourself?!" Tails knew that was one heck of a low blow, but he was too angry to care.

"You… fucking…" Wave began pulling back her arm. She wanted to slap this jerk so badly .. but she stopped herself. He wasn't worth it. Instead she walked away.

"Where are you going?" Tails asked.

"Anywhere that isn't here. I can't live where I am not appreciated. Or called a thankless bitch." She said, while starting to pack a traveling bag.

"I never said that."

"But you thought about it."

"You are moving the goal post!"

"Just get off my ass so I can get off yours!"

"FINE!" Tails screamed. It didn't take long for Wave to get out of there with enough clothing for a week.

Tails was alone. He thought he would be calmer now. Except everything on his house reminded him of her. The way they had accommodated the furniture and their little decorations, it was to Wave's instructions. This was as much her house as it was his since they lived together. He ended up packing his own baggage and left.