The New Members Welcoming Orientation

Here it is: the first of several fanfics written for Kinsyo, which I guess he liked so much that he actually made a bit of fanart for in return. This is definitely the longest story I've translated so far (aside from SKY's story that I translated almost a decade ago, when I really barely even knew Japanese lol). It was definitely a pretty hefty task, taking a full day and a half of virtually uninterrupted time, but it was pretty fun to translate something a bit longer and more fleshed out. I embellished a bit here and there to hopefully enhance the story, I hope you'll enjoy it.

As per usual, I up-rezzed the accompanying illustrations, including the animation with timing faithful to the original version Kinsyo made. I've always thought the timing on this one was a little weak, though, so I had a bit of fun playing around with things to make it a little more dramatic. Let me know what you think!

Also, I'm just now noticing that I missed one of the shorter Yumi stories (red sports bikini, laying on top of a wrestler). I'll try to remember to do that one as well, along with the other one with where's she's just standing there in a yellow bikini. I love Yumi as much as the next guy, but it's seriously not fair how much more content she got over the rest of the girls!

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The New Members Welcoming Orientation

Story by Ooh!-san  Art by Kinsyo  Translation by Debido

“And this here is the training room for our bodybuilding class.”

A tall man in his 30’s is showing a considerably younger man around the gym. The man who appears to be in his 30’s is the owner of this gym. The younger man appears to be a prospective new member.

“Wow, looks like you’ve got all the standard equipment, and it’s plenty spacious in here, huh.”

The younger man’s eyes darted around the interior of the gym as he admired all of the amenities on display, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone nonetheless.

“But I’m sure you’d agree that the best equipment in the world ain’t worth a dime unless you’ve got a first-rate trainer, right, Mr. Owner?” The younger man asked as he rudely stared up and down at the owner’s physique. The owner’s body appeared to be fairly well trained, but was a far cry from possessing the sort of prodigious musculature one would expect a bodybuilder to have.

“Here, take a look at this bad boy, would you?” The younger man insisted as he rolled up the sleeve of his T-shirt. He gave his arm a firm flex, and showed the owner a large bicep that sprang forth with pride.

“Check out this python! It’s freakin’ MASSIVE, right?! I’m trying to build a body worthy of a heavyweight champion here. And for THAT, I need the best trainer!” The younger man said as he once again mockingly glanced over the owner’s physique, eventually turning his nose up with a disdainful scoff. The owner merely returned a wry smile.

“Oh, no. I may be the owner, you see, but I specialize in aerobic training. The coach in charge of the bodybuilding class will be coming in later on.”

The younger man’s ears perked up.

“Oh, so there’s a bodybuilding coach, huh? Hopefully they’re some sort of famous competitor or something?”

“Well, I don’t think they fit into any of the usual weight classes, so I don’t think they’ve entered any competitions, no. But her physique is out-of-this-world, and she’s quite the looker, too.” The owner replied.

“WHAT?! A female trainer?! I don’t care how incredible you say she is, I’m not having some girl be my trainer.” The young man spat as he gave the owner the side-eye, looking down on him and his gym all the more.

The owner got this kind of reaction all the time, especially from guys that held their own physiques in high regard. And of course, the younger man had just the kind of burly physique that usually elicited this kind of reaction. The owner took a deep breath, disguising the fact that he was actually shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, what’ll it be? Was the gym to your liking? Ready to sign up?”

The younger man chuckled disdainfully at the thought of the owner’s question.

“Sure. AFTER I’ve met one of the other bodybuilders or this “out-of-this-world” trainer girl of yours, that is.” The younger man replied. Just as the owner was starting to get fed up with the younger man’s unrelenting impetuousness, the sound of the door chime going off broke the tension. Someone had entered the gym. The two men turned their heads towards the door, and found an adorably innocent looking girl placing her outside shoes in the shoe lockers near the entrance. It was Yumi. Once Yumi realized the two men were looking her way, she addressed them.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Owner! I’m here to do some training again!” She said with a cute voice. With all but her face being obscured by the shoe lockers in front of her, she looked like your average elementary school girl.

“Pfft, wow, and you run an after school program for elementary schoolers too, huh?”

The younger man was now blatantly mocking the owner. The owner simply shook his head, and gave Yumi a signalling wink in such a way that the man wouldn’t notice. Yumi nodded with a knowing smile, and vanished into the locker rooms.

“Look, Mr. Owner, I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but nobody would take a gym that would let little girls like that run around very seriously. I only came ‘cause I heard I could do some REAL bodybuilding here, But you expect me to sign up to this place after all this…?”

Just as the man had finished degrading the owner yet again, the door to the female lockers opened. Yumi, freshly changed into a T-shirt, stepped out from within.

The man instinctively froze like a deer in headlights as he gazed in Yumi’s direction.

Yumi’s face had all the cuteness and innocence of an elementary schooler, but the body that stood below it greatly subverted the man’s expectations. Rather than say his expectations were subverted, it might be more accurate to say his expectations were entirely off the mark, or not even from the same planet. Yumi’s colossal body, steadily revealing itself from beyond the shadows of the locker room door, was bristling with enormous muscles that far exceeded the size of the aspiring male bodybuilder’s. In fact, even the bodybuilder of his dreams that he had come in hopes of being trained by didn’t have such magnificent musculature as the girl standing before him. No matter how he looked at her, despite being at least a whole head shorter than either him or the owner, Yumi, with her clearly too-small T-shirt practically bursting at the seams in an attempt to contain the bulging muscles within, was by no means a “little” girl.

While any other girl in her age range’s breasts may have just been starting to develop, what sat atop Yumi’s chest were a pair of round, voluptuous, massively-developed pectorals, which protruded immensely before her - so much so that the hem of her T-shirt was considerably raised by them, leaving her terrifyingly cut and thickly muscled abs almost entirely on display. It seemed that underneath the T-shirt, Yumi was wearing a posing bikini the likes of which a female bodybuilder might wear for a contest. A pair of unbelievably humongous legs billowed from the snuggly-fitted ocean blue bikini bottom, with more power-packed muscle in a single leg than the both of the man’s legs combined. Her legs were so thick, that there was not even the slightest gap left between the two of her thunderous thighs.

But above it all, the man found his eyes almost magnetically drawn to her arms. Despite not flexing them whatsoever, Yumi’s massive biceps threatened to rip and tear right through her sleeves even at rest; her shirt was so utterly packed to the brim with muscle, that all the striations of her mammoth arms were clearly visible, even through the fabric. Her arms were impossibly thick - even larger than her own head. Even if you were to point out that an elementary schooler’s head is not quite as large as an adult’s, Yumi’s arms being this thick with muscle was still an uncanny sight to behold.

The man, looking as though his soul had left his body, gawked at Yumi with his mouth agape, utterly speechless. Yumi, apparently quite used to getting this sort of reaction, walked towards the man and the owner of the gym completely unperturbed. Yumi’s was the very definition of musclebound; her unimaginably massive arms and her equally immense pecs were in a constant battle for space, leaving her to wade powerfully towards the men with her arms considerably raised and almost completely unable to swing back and forth as one naturally would while walking due to her tank-like physique. It was then that the man realized how heavy she must be; the gym floor, despite looking quite sturdy, creaked ominously under each of Yumi’s footsteps.

Yumi was now standing before the two men. Yumi’s overwhelming bulk exuded a sort of crushing aura that could be felt merely by just standing close to her. The man had an edge on Yumi in height alone; Yumi was the clear winner in everything else, and by an insurmountable amount at that.

Yumi flashed a quick wink at the owner and greeted him once again, more politely this time.

“Hello, Mr. Owner. I’ve come to train again today.”

“Ahh, Yumi, I guess the elementary division of the academy let out for the day, huh?” The owner responded. He phrased his response in such a way as to really drive it home to the man standing next to him that the girl standing before them was indeed an elementary school girl, and not a young woman with an uncharacteristically youthful face. Yumi then turned to face the man.

“Hello there, you must be a visitor?” Greeted Yumi politely.

“Ah, uhh, yeah. I was having the owner here show me around the gym.” The man replied. “And who are you, by the way?”

“Oh, me? My name is Yumi Nakao, I come to this gym to train. I’m 10 years old this year.” Yumi replied with a cute smile and a quick bow of her head. Her disposition was quite mature for her age, but her manner of speaking was undoubtedly that of an elementary school student’s. The man wanted to believe that Yumi had come out wearing some sort of flesh-colored muscle costume as some sort of man-teasing prank. The more his eyes pored over her body, however, the more he found that all the proof he needed to know her body was the real thing was standing right in front of him.

“H-hey, Yumi-chan, You’ve got some incredible muscles, don’t you? How tall are you? And about how much do you weigh?”

“Who, me? Ummm, well the last time I measured myself, I was definitely 160cm tall (5’3”) and weighed 130kg (286 lbs), but...I might have gained another 5kg since then, so maybe I weigh 135kg (298 lbs) now?”

“One-ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE KILOS?!” The man yelped involuntarily upon hearing such an unbelievable number. Despite being quite tall and muscular, the man only weighed about 80kg (176 lbs) himself. This meant that Yumi was more than 50kg heavier than him - all of it pure muscle.

“Ehehe! But I’ll be 140kg soon, once my muscles get even bigger! I hope I get even taller, too!” Yumi exclaimed as she looked over her own body with pride.

“Yep, you’ve definitely gotten even bigger, Yumi!” The owner confirmed as he gave Yumi’s body a once-over.

“Ohh, can you tell, Mr. Owner? Thanks to you and your gym, this shirt I bought just the other day is already super tight~!” Yumi said as she gently tugged at the hem of her overburdened T-shirt.

“Get outta here! You’re telling me that’s the shirt you bought the other day?! It was practically a poncho on you just a few days ago!!” The owner said in astonishment. Being 10 years old, Yumi having growth spurts was only natural. But one can’t help but be shocked by such astoundingly rapid muscular development.

“Uh-huh, and this same shirt seems like it could rip apart any moment now, so I’m being really careful not to flex by accident.” As Yumi said this, she could see herself slouching a bit in the mirror in front of her in a bid to keep her teeming musculature in check.

“Keep slouching like that and you’ll end up looking like a hunchback forever, Yumi! I’ll give you another shirt if you need one, so stand up straight already!” The owner warned Yumi.

“Really?? I love you Mr. Owner, you’re the best!!” Yumi rejoiced, straightening out her back. With the sudden straightening of her back, her gargantuan pecs pumped up considerably, jutting out in front of her and putting even more of a tremendous, now audible strain on the durable looking fabric. The shirt only appeared to be small because Yumi was the one wearing it; in reality, it was a huge shirt, made of enough cloth to make three normal-sized T-shirts. Furthermore, this shirt was specially designed for training, so its fabric was particularly durable. Regardless, even this veritable super shirt could only barely contain Yumi’s muscles, and it did not seem like it would be able to hold on much longer.

Yumi hummed a gleeful little tune as she finally began to raise the floodgates of might ready to course all throughout her body. Yumi’s body, which already looked like a mass of gigantic muscles ready to overpower anything standing in their way, was expanding seemingly exponentially beneath the confines of her shirt, stretching it even further. Her pecs were growing so rapidly that they looked like balloons being pumped full of air. And not only were they jutting out even further in front of her; they were expanding to her left and right as well, filling out the overstuffed T-shirt in a new dimension entirely. Yumi’s lats were also quickly expanding, the multitude of her incredibly thick back muscles becoming increasingly prominent through her T-shirt as they sprang to life one by one. Her delts exploded with fresh mass as well.

Yumi’s neck, which was already wider than her adorable little face, thickened up even more, stretching the collar of the poor shirt. And her arms, which were already bigger than her head, appeared to nearly double in circumference in the blink of an eye; the girth of her massive arms so overwhelming that the durable fabric was stretched thin to the point of nigh transparency around her rippling biceps. Her muscles had all nearly doubled in size, and yet her muscular expansion showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Although she had not grown any taller, and was still shorter than either of the men, Yumi’s muscular body was by far the biggest of the three - and she was still getting bigger.

The T-shirt, stretched so thinly that it was almost unrecognizable as such, was doing an admirable job of restraining Yumi’s mammoth physique, until finally both sleeves snapped and were torn to shreds as they gave way. Immediately after, her burgeoning chest tore through the fabric struggling to contain it, ripping the shirt open from the center of her pectoral cleavage. Like some sort of domino effect, once some portions of the T-shirt failed to contain Yumi’s ever-growing musculature, the rest quickly followed suit - her once suppressed muscles all exploding to even larger sizes yet again after freeing themselves from the binds of the constrictive, and now consummately shredded, shirt. The man, his mind virtually melted by the incomprehensible size of Yumi’s muscles, simply fell onto his butt in abject terror.

Looking up at Yumi from his seated position, the man could see that Yumi’s massive pecs had nary a hint of sag, and were truly protruding forward - unhindered by gravity and rock solid. The innocent face that he knew lay behind those pecs was completely obstructed from view; the only hint of her face he could see from below was the topmost hair on her head. His mind racing with nothing but fear, the man lowered his gaze to find that immediately in front of him stood Yumi’s humongous thighs - and they were drawing even closer to him. Her thighs were now so overblown with muscle, that they pushed against each other from the middle, causing Yumi to have to widen her stance just to stand properly.

The shredded remnants of the decimated T-shirt fluttered over the man’s head as they fell to the ground like confetti. With her T-shirt now shredded to bits and forcibly exploded off of her body, Yumi stood standing in only the ocean blue posing bikini that was hinted at by her bikini bottom. The bikini seemed to have a fair amount of elasticity to it, and was doing well to cover Yumi’s freshly pumped-up body.

Once it seemed like Yumi’s muscular expansion had come to a stop, the owner pulled the spirit-broken man up to his feet.

“Mister, are you okay?” Yumi asked, prompting him to look at her again. From what the man could tell, Yumi’s muscles had all more than doubled in size since she first stepped out of the locker rooms, the overwhelming difference between the size of her muscles and his now made doubly apparent.

“A-amazing…” The man uttered unintentionally.

“Ehehe, my muscles are pretty amazing, aren’t they!”

Pleased to hear the man's praise, Yumi flexed her arm with a smile that was positively electric. Her massive bicep, now being truly flexed for the first time and unencumbered by the prison of her shirt, billowed upwards, growing even thicker in the process, if that was even possible.

“I think my arms are my best part!” Yumi said as she stared entranced by the rippling and bulging of her own bicep.

“You’re pretty muscular yourself, aren’t you, mister?”

Compared to Yumi, the man’s body was nothing special. But he sure did seem to be confident in his physique when he was bragging to the owner not much earlier - about his arms, no less.

“You think so? I’ve got nothing on you, though.” The man said as he gave his arm a flex to show her. Despite his newfound humility, the man’s arm was still significantly more muscular than that of most of the other men in town, as could be seen from the rising of his flexed bicep. Even though his arm was less than half as big as Yumi’s, being praised by her somewhat lifted his spirits.

“Woow~, I think you’re right! Hey, let’s have a biceps contest!” Yumi said. The man looked puzzled.

“B-Biceps Contest?”

“Yeah! Testing our strength by armwrestling could be pretty fun too, but it would be way more fun to pit our biceps against each other to see who comes out on top!”

The man hadn’t the slightest idea what Yumi was getting at. What he did know was that, obviously she couldn’t have been thinking of a contest of size, since it was clear that there was no contest to be found there. It had to be a contest of strength, and the man knew that having bigger muscles didn’t necessarily mean somebody was stronger, he thought to himself. Besides, she was just a 10 year old elementary school girl.

“OK, you’re on. But I’m not gonna lose!” The man said, the terror he felt before giving way to a sense of friendly competition. But even if having bigger muscles wasn’t everything, this was a 10 year old girl boasting muscles more than twice the size of his own. This alone should have been a red flag for the man. He would come to regret his ignorance soon enough.

“Alright then, how’re we gonna do this?” The man asked. Yumi took the man’s arm in hand to demonstrate.

“Okay, so, we loop our arms together like this, so that our forearms are under each other’s armpits and our biceps are right against each other’s, see? And then we both flex our biceps biii~g and strong, and let our biceps have a sumo wrestling match. But whoever has the harder bicep is gonna squish the other person’s arm, and that might hurt, right? So whoever says “I give up” first is the loser!”

“Oh, I get it,” The man began to think to himself, “it’s literally bicep sumo wrestling, with one pushing against the other. If it were about size, I would definitely be the loser here. But no matter how big she looks, if it’s strength and hardness we’re talking about, then I’ve got this one in the bag.” The man mused, his baseless confidence beginning to swell. Yumi locked her ridiculously thick arm together with the man’s. Right off the bat, Yumi’s upper arm, nearly three times thicker than the man’s, almost completely hid the man’s arm from view as they locked with each other. Even so, the man felt a sense of relief; she couldn’t possibly get any bigger or harder than she was now, after pumping up to more than double her size just moments ago. Surely, he thought, an elementary schooler, much less an elementary school girl’s muscles could only grow so big or become so hard. He was sure that if he flexed with all his might, his bicep would be far harder than hers. The man had even crushed a steel can between his bicep and forearm before, so he was more than confident in the hardness of his muscles.

“‘Kay, get ready~, On 1, 2, aaaaand GO!”

As soon as Yumi gave the signal, the man gave his arm a hard flex, and his relatively large bicep surged forward. As he did this, his upper arm, which was previously almost completely buried in Yumi’s massive muscles, began to surface again as his bicep pressed into Yumi’s own. As the man vigorously flexed his bicep, with the occasional wavering moment here or there, all of the blood in his body began to flow through him like a whitewater rapid, converging on his bicep at his focused command, pumping his upper arm up even further. His bicep was the only muscle that mattered to him in this very moment, and so he focused on it and it alone, taking his bicep’s size and hardness to the very limit.

Even though his bicep was still nowhere near as large as Yumi’s, he had managed to pump his upper arm up to more than half the size of hers - a huge step up from being dwarfed three times over. His arm might have even grown to be larger than Yumi’s in her pre-pumped state now. As the man’s bicep continued to surge forward, it pressed into Yumi’s overwhelmingly large bicep, as if it were being swallowed by it. Little by little, the shape of Yumi’s bicep contorted around the man’s, and the space that it once so dominantly occupied was steadily being overtaken. 

The owner, observing the two’s bicep competition from up close, was a little taken aback. Yumi liked to have these sorts of competitions with the other male members at the gym from time to time, but she had always had such overwhelming victories; he had never seen her being pushed back like this. Maybe the man had good reason to be so boastful, and even look down on the owner after all.

“Wow, you’re really something, mister! You’re really pushing my muscles back a lot!” Yumi exclaimed, a little shocked herself. Despite being pushed back at the moment, though, Yumi’s voice did not carry a hint of strain or frustration whatsoever. 

“Well of course, Yumi-chan. I’ve been in the bodybuilding game for quite some time, you know. You might have me beat in size, Yumi-chan, but there’s no way I’m losing in a contest of strength!” The man declared. The man was quite pleased to see that his arm had pumped up even more than he thought. “Well, Yumi-chan? Does it hurt yet? You can give up any time if it hurts, you know?” The man asked as he continued to try to crush her arm with his own - not letting up even a tiny bit despite his apparent concern.

“Nuh-uh, I’m having so much fun! Your muscles are really incredible, mister. They’ve gotta be if they’re pushing my biceps back! So it’s okay if I go all out too, right?” Yumi asked innocently.

“What kinda question is that, isn’t it obvious? You can’t call it a proper bicep competition if you don’t give it your all, too, right?” The man replied, an expression of smarmy confidence plastered on his face.

“Yeah! Okay then, here I go~!!”

Yumi took a deep breath, then,

“Ha!”

She grunted curtly, snapping her arm to a full flex in one go. Her bicep began to quake violently, and almost as suddenly, it erupted with yet another spurt of muscle growth. “Hm! Hm!” She grunted rhythmically, her bicep booming even larger and harder with each burst of power. The man’s upper arm, which looked like it was going to crush Yumi’s bicep just seconds ago, was now easily pushed back, and practically enveloped by Yumi’s billowing bicep instantaneously.

“N-no way! M-my python!!”

Yumi’s massive bicep, with it’s seemingly limitless potential for expansion, continued to swell even larger; the ominous groaning of her gargantuan muscles expanding and her skin stretching to accommodate them growing increasingly more audible. Her bicep began to swallow the man’s bicep whole - like a real python. Not only was the bicep he prided himself on so much being flattened, but his entire upper arm, which had grown so much thicker due to his focused exertion, was now being crushed between Yumi’s boulder-like bicep and her powerful forearm gunning to meet it.

“Owowowouch! O-Oy! It hurts!! Stop already!”

Unable to contain himself, the main screamed in pain. But Yumi, apparently unable to hear him over the rumbling of her own musculature, ceaselessly continued to pour strength into her arm by the gallon, her boulder-like bicep rocketing to even more mountainous proportions. With the gap between her power-packed bicep and her thickly muscled forearm growing ever more narrow, the man’s arm that was sandwiched between the two crushing forces let out a sickening crackle that sounded like his bones were beginning to splinter like rotted wood.

“OWWWWWW!! S-STOP, PLEASE!! Y-YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY ARM!!” The man cried and begged in agony, but Yumi ignored his pleas. The man’s formerly super pumped arm had now been reduced to an unthinkably thin sliver of flesh and bone between Yumi’s vice-like flex.

“Remember, you have to say ‘I give up!’ or ‘Yumi-chan, I give up!’ first!” Suggested the owner, who up until now had been watching silently. Naturally, he was beginning to feel sorry for the man, and so decided to toss him a figurative lifeline.

“G-give! I give uppp! S-so please, just stop already-y-y…” The man sobbed in pain, the latter half of his plea fading to near silence as his voice grew more feeble in tone. Despite his plea ending more quietly than the times before, Yumi heard him loud and clear; she brought her muscle pumping to a screeching halt, and straightened out her arm, releasing the man’s upper arm from its clutches in the process. The bones in his arm may have remained unbroken, but the brawny bicep he was so proud of had been thoroughly pulverized to a mere shell of its former glory.

“Hehe~ I won! That’s another point for Yumi! My muscles are just SO awesome, aren’t they!”

Even though Yumi had almost completely obliterated the man’s arm, she cheered for herself as if not even the slightest wrong had been done. The man glared hatefully at Yumi as he massaged his battered arm, but it took him just one look at the now mostrous size of Yumi’s arm, still pulsing and throbbing with destructive muscular potential yet to be unleashed, to know that he was better off keeping any complaints to himself. The owner simply shrugged with a sigh of exasperation.

“Hey, mister, how about we try our other arms next? Or maybe we could have a pecs competition instead?” Yumi proposed, as if these muscle competitions were totally harmless fun and games. The man went blue in the face and shook his head furiously.

“You-you gotta be kidding! You’re gonna fuckin’ k-kill me!!” He screamed as he took a few paces back from her.

THOOM...THOOM…

At that very moment, the entire gym began to quake as tremors rumbled through the ground. The man, however, was so desperate to get away from Yumi, that he didn’t seem to notice. As he turned and began to make a run for it, he had a literal head-on collision with something harder than steel. With a searing pain blazing through his skull, the man clutched his head with his hand and gave it a few shakes. After taking a few moments to regain his senses, he opened his eyes to find that what stood looming over him was Naomi, boasting a terrifyingly muscular physique that made Yumi - for all her freakish muscular development and monstrous strength - look like the child that she was. The tremors coursing through the gym before were simply Naomi stepping into the gym. It became clear to the man that what his head had collided with was Naomi’s ridiculously gargantuan body - most likely making direct contact with her rock hard, rippling abdomen. The impact almost knocked the man out cold, but for Naomi, it probably felt like little more than a gentle caress. She lowered her head from high in the air to take a closer look at the man.

“Who the hell’s this guy?”

Naomi asked with her husky voice. She was as beautiful as the owner alluded earlier, but “out-of-this-world physique” could go on to win the Understatement of the Year Award. From what he could tell, Naomi was nearly two times taller than him, and god knows how many times heavier - he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Just a single one of her legs was more massive than his entire body - trying to make any further comparisons would have been the height of stupidity.

“Ah, Naomi. Our good man here came to look into our bodybuilding classes. Sounds like he’s heard a lot of great things about you, and was hoping to sign up for your classes himself.” The owner said, casually introducing the man as if he weren’t just about to make a run for his life. Naomi seemed to be all for it.

“Great things? About little ol’ me? Aw, shucks, you’ve got me blushing, here. Well alright then, I’ll be sure not to disappoint!” Naomi said, visibly a little flustered. With one of her gigantic hands, she took a rough hold of the man’s entire body, and with the other, she shook his hand with large, vigorous sweeps, threatening to rip his arm right out of its socket.

“Hey there, nice ta meetcha! As they say, ‘gains wait for no man’, so let’s get right to it!”

Naomi said as she effortlessly draped the man over her expansive shoulder and carried him away. The man looked as if he were about to break down into tears as he bounced around on her shoulder, but of course, the courage to object to Naomi was all but nonexistent for him at this point.

Whether the man survived that day or not, we may never know….

The End