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As Patricia bent to pick up a stack of books, a tear split the back of her slacks with a resounding rip, thunderous against the library's contemplative silence. "Dang it..." The portly tapir hunched over the self-help titles, curling and uncurling her snout. Fortunately, she and Dina were the only ones there to bask in the scent of hard bound paper, what with everybody confined to their homes by the pandemic and other 'once in a lifetime' disasters they'd been subjected to. The public service program that allowed people to check out books online and have them delivered to their home caused a spike in demand for literature, even as the business model allowed for a skeleton crew of two volunteers.

"Hand 'em here Pat, I got this," Dina stood on the steel rolling ladder that led up to the shelves of section 150, probably the same one that had been there since the 1970's. Standing on the third wrung from the floor, the hemline of the panda's leather skirt hung just above Patricia's eyeline.

"Dina, no, it's fine." Patricia mumbled and busied her gaze with the top title on the stack, 'Difficult Conversations Made Easy'.

"If you wanted me to get a look at your panties, you wouldn't have worn pants." Dina stuck her hips out at her fellow volunteer, and glanced back to see if she'd gotten the point. When seen from a vantage raised by three feet, Patricia resembled an overstuffed Build-a-Bear with burnt orange hair curled into an apologetic bun. "And I'm not gonna learn the process for reshelving unless I actually do it, right?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, thank you Dina." Pat handed up 'Difficult Conversations'. "Oh God, I'm so embarrassed... I thought I was doing so well." The next book in the stack was 'Stop Apologizing!: How to Realize Not Everything is Your Fault.'

"It's just me here," Dina assuaged as she put the book in (she was pretty sure) its proper spot. "I'm rockin' three different hair colors, you think I give a shit about appearances?" She shook her red to purple to blue shag like a rave in front of her face. That got Patricia to look. And get an unavoidable upskirt glance.

"No, it's not that." Patricia's eyes remained firmly on the technicolor gradient on Dina's head, decidedly away from the neon orange box that peeked from between the panda's legs. "I've been trying to get into shape. I watch what I eat, I'm cutting calories, I even purchased some resistance bands. This fit just fine last week, how am I even fatter now?"

"Oooh, gettin' in shape? Tryin' to catch someone's eye, perhaps?" Dina widened her stance a couple inches as she bent to take the next book. Dina wasn't entirely fluent in the system by which the books were organized, but this one looked like it went a couple shelves higher. That suited Dina's purposes just fine.

"Oh, you know..." Pat blushed and looked to the cover of 'Relationships and Ratios: How Much to Give, and How Much to Accept.' "I just want to be healthier. I'm listening to one of those hypnosis tracks, you know, 'lose weight while you sleep' kind of things? I thought I'd do better if I could change my mindset. " The last couple of books balanced on her rounded belly. 'I'm here for you,' it seemed to say. 'I'm not going anywhere.' Patricia sighed, incredulous that a button on her jacket hadn't been first to go. "For all the good it's doing."

"Hey, they say muscle takes up more space than fat. You're just gettin' them gains.' " Dina descended to the ladder's penultimate wrung and extended her hand for the next book. "Personally, I'm really into the whole beefcake look." She added with a salacious eyebrow waggle.

"More cake than beef, I'm afraid." Pat said ruefully, but got a chuckle from both of them. She passed Dina the next book. "And I think you mean that muscle weighs more than fat."

This book's shelf was at the perfect height for Dina to slot it in without having to traverse the ladder. "Whatever. Your body, your goals. What're you up to tonight?"

Patricia almost dropped the final book as she handed over 'Stand Up for Yourself: Strengthening Our Minds by Strengthening Our Bodies.' "Just... a quiet night in, probably just read for a little bit and go to bed, nothing too exciting."

Dina got off the ladder and looked down at Pat, the edge of her grin faltering only the tiniest bit after a silent couple of seconds. "Cool... cool. So... I guess I'll see ya on Friday then?"

Patricia's evening was the same as it ever was. The library closed after she left the last few orders in the loading bay at 7:00 p.m., so she drove home and arrived around 7:45. She listened to 'The Carpenters' while she picked which frozen meal would be dinner tonight, and started reading 'Moby Dick' as she ate the microwaved spaghetti and meatballs. She considered doing a few push ups, maybe some sit ups, just a little something physical. It had to be better than the nothing she was currently doing. The bag of resistance bands, unused as far as she knew, stared balefully at her from next to the TV. 'It's getting late,' she thought. 'I'll do something tomorrow.' With teeth brushed and the decision made to go to Wendy's for lunch tomorrow, she put in her head phones and started playing the hypnosis track. 'Lose weight while you sleep', it promised. A deep, oscillating hum filled her ears, and instantly her bed attracted her with magnetic force. 'At least it helps with the sleep part' she thought, her last one, minutes before she lost consciousness.

"Imagine your partner." A monotone tenor like molasses to the ear narrated Patricia's dream. "Picture in your mind's eye their excitement, their elation at getting to see you." Dina ran up to her out of nowhere, dressed in nothing but an orange bikini.

"Pat, you look amazing!" The jagged voice of the panda was always welcome to Patricia's ears, but so close, so intimate, it only inspired an apprehension that made Patricia's shoulders ache.

"Feel the burn. Each rep brings you closer to having the kind of body that will drive them wild, that will inspire uncontrollable lust and devotion." The ache became a warmth as Dina embraced her, holding Patricia close and pressing her face into neon orange cleavage.

"You're so sexy; I've never wanted someone more than I've wanted you Patricia."

"Feel their eyes on you, give them the opportunity to appreciate you."

Patricia didn't dare try to wear another suit, opting instead for a violet henley and black leggings. The sleeves clung to her arms as tightly as they ever had, but were absent the sway they normally had when she wore this outfit. She single-handedly held the plastic tub of some forty-aught books over her head so Dina could reach without needing to climb back down the ladder.

"My hypothesis is that with so much time spent in isolation, people are forced to confront who they are in a vacuum, and a lot of people are finding versions of themselves they'd like to alter, or more to the point fix in some way.'' She shifted the tub to check where Dina placed the book she just took, much more comfortable now that the panda was wearing jeans. "Um, speaking of, I'm sorry, but that one doesn't go there."

"Aw dammit." Dina withdrew the book and searched for the correct spot. When it wasn't immediately obvious, she placed the book back in the tub. "Fuggit. Switch places?" Patricia set down the box and took Dina's place on the ladder.

"OK, so that explains why so many self help books get checked out." Dina said. "Why do they make their way back here so quickly?" Unlike Patricia, Dina had no problem looking at whom she was speaking. If her only view of to whom she was speaking was of their callipygian cotton latex blend covered backside, so be it.

"Because self improvement takes more work than just reading the theory. You have to actually follow through." Pat motioned for the tub as she reached the fourth wrung of the ladder.

"Yeah, it looks like you know about followin' through." Dina squatted and wrapped both hands around the handles of the tub and jerked the box up to chest level, just high enough to get it within the periphery of Patricia's reach. "It's been, what, two days since we saw each other? And you're lookin'..." Stacked. Jacked, perhaps. A bit swole, even. Shadows formed symmetrical, suggestive pools on the tapir's back. "Good. Really good."

"Oh, it's... nice of you to say so." Pat grabbed the edge of the tub with one hand and held it by her side. More practiced than Dina in the Dewey Decimal system, she was making short work of the tub's contents. "I haven't really noticed a difference. All my clothes still seem a bit restrictive." She shifted the tub to her other side and bent her arm to show Dina how little slack the garment had to give. Dina inhaled sharply as, for a moment, Pat appeared to have simply been painted purple from the neck down. Her shirt melted seamlessly against her bicep, the delineation between tricep and brachialis as evident as if her arm was exposed to open air. "I need to go clothes shopping."

"Did you wanna... ahem, you want to go to the mall this weekend then?" Dina motioned to her own strategically ripped jeans, the 'Distilled Light Fuckers' t-shirt, the bracelets with the spikes on them. "I'll help you get a proper ensemble."

"That would be..." The plastic tub buckled and cracked as Patricia squeezed it tighter, knocking the remaining books into a disorganized jumble. "I don't... have enough money to look cool." Disappointment being inimical to punk, Dina gave a tight-lipped smile instead. Patricia climbed down the ladder, curling and uncurling her snout while she gazed at the panda. "But, I get paid next week, so... rain check?"

Dina took in the sight of the rectangular tapir: her boxy shoulders, her waist that was now straight instead of oblong, her thighs like transparent oil barrels. She straightened her posture and looked Patricia right in the eye. "Yeah, rain check."

Patricia's evening was the same as it ever was. The library closed closed after she left the last few orders in the loading bay at 7:00 p.m., so she drove home and arrived around 7:45. She listened to 'NoFX' while she heated up the roast she prepared last night, and read through chapter 5 of 'Moby Dick' as she scarfed down the protein. She considered doing a few more push ups after the first thirty, maybe some sit ups, just a little more something physical. It had to be better than the bare minimum she was currently doing. The bag of resistance bands, unused as far as she knew, stared balefully at her from next to the TV. 'It's getting late,' she thought. 'I'll do more tomorrow.' With teeth brushed and the decision made to get a salad from Wendy's for lunch tomorrow, she put in her head phones and started playing the hypnosis track. 'Lose weight while you sleep', it promised. A deep, oscillating hum filled her ears, and instantly her bed attracted her with magnetic force. 'At least it helps with the sleep part' she thought, her last one, minutes before she lost consciousness.

Seventeen minutes and thirty eight seconds into the hypnotic recording, approximately twelve minutes after Patricia fell asleep, she rose from her bed and plodded to the living room.

"Begin with 200 pushups," the monotone tenor in Patricia's headphones commanded. She fell into position, muscles contracting with autonomic rhythm as they performed the motions. "Acknowledge how much bigger you already are." In Patricia's dream, she looked down on herself from the outside: a short, fat, uninspiring little wimp who looked like a toad flattened by a truck, and didn't even have the courage to tell someone exotic and attractive that she had a crush on them. That wasn't who was doing the observing, though. Pat felt like an iron girder that could bear any weight, physical or emotional. "Imagine your partner, how irresistable you must look to them." And there was Dina, slinking towards Pat through a pulsating rainbow aura of desire. "How they want you and your perfect body. Imagine how wonderful it would feel to show off to them, for them."

"I'm really into the whole beefcake look," Dina said as she nuzzled and groped Patricia's pectorals. "And I'm seeing a whole lot of beef."

An avalanche of cookbooks arrived all at once. Evidently, everyone realized simultaneously that equally plausible recipes could be found on the internet. The return cart would have sailed smoothly down the aisle if Patricia didn't have to draw her arms into her sides to avoid knocking everything off the shelves

"You sure ya don't want me to do that?" Dina asked from behind. If she could replace these books, she could show she had figured out that the books were organized in the order they were supposed to go back on the shelf. If Patricia wanted her to follow instead, Dina would get to continue silently drooling over the lats that passed beyond a v-taper to almost ovoid masses, each individually wider than Dina's hips. Both good. "You appear to be a bit too ludicrously muscular for that to be easy."

"Not... ludicrously." Patricia may have lowered her head, but as it was already hidden by her traps, Dina couldn't tell. "But I can tell I've been improving. I can do thirty pushups now!"

"Damn, look at you go, improved enough that you couldn't wait for that new wardrobe." Though a bit upset that she hadn't been present when Patricia chose the tank top and gray sweat pants she had, Dina couldn't blame her. The amount of fabric required to tailor a suit for Patricia's current dimensions would have kept any textile factory busy for months. With duties to perform on Monday, she didn't have that long to wait.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pat reached to pick up the cart. "I just went out and grabbed something cheap, I really am looking forward to-" The cart flew upwards as Patricia lifted, propelled by her unwitting strength. One book struck a light bulb; Patricia bent over Dina to spare her from the brief salvo of glass and literature. "Oh no, I think we should take care of that." Patricia swept up the shards while Dina fetched a new bulb.

"Well, now what do we do?" Patricia asked. The singular halo of darkness taunted them, just out of reach. "The ladder doesn't go that high."

"No, but... Maybe... You could lift me up? Thirty pushups, remember?" Dina pantomimed a little flex.

"That doesn't seem safe..." Patricia timidly copied the little flex; her muscles expanded until her tricep ended mid waist.

"I think... I, uh..." Dina whispered, wondering for a second why Patricia didn't just rip the roof off the library and bring the ceiling to them. "I... think it'll be OK."

Patricia scooped Dina up and cradled the panda in one arm, the rungs creaking and bending under their combined weight. The whole structure swayed as Patricia sidestepped her way up with the help of the hand rail. When she reached the top, she cupped her hands under Dina's feet and hoisted her skywards.

"Please be careful," Patricia cautioned, looking down at the ground twenty feet below them. "This is really unsafe."

"Don't worry, almost done." Dina said, the broken bulb already removed and the new one fast on its way to illuminating the empty public fixture. She shifted from one foot to the other, not from vertigo, but out of appreciation that Patricia's hands didn't waver an inch as they supported her. "Aaaaand... got it!"

Patricia looked up for confirmation. What she saw instead was that Dina was wearing a skirt again today. Not the leather one from last week, but a red and black cotton affair. With no underpants. For all the hundreds of pounds of muscle she obliviously possessed, Patricia's knees buckled. The sudden shift of those several hundred pounds of muscle proved enough to tilt the ladder past its tipping point, and it reacted accordingly.

Patricia discovered it was true, that time does go into slow motion during moments of crisis: Dina's shriek as she plummeted lasted a second that seemed to stretch on for hours, each millimeter her pupils contracted a grim measure of how far they had left to fall as they raced toward the ground. Patricia didn't think, didn't observe, didn't wait for the opportune time to act. She thrust her arms out and plucked Dina out of the air, bringing her once again to her chest, holding her close, keeping her safe. The metallic racket of the ladder hitting the ground was nothing compared to the clanging roar of Patricia's impact. The metal deformed and crumpled, pinched in half under her titanic weight. She lay with Dina in a panting, adrenaline laden heap before either of them dared any movement.

Patricia's snout stuck straight out as Dina pressed her lips to Patricia's with frightening fervor, with all the grateful tenderness and adoration of which they were capable. Dina withdrew when she realized Patricia wasn't reciprocating, but instead shivering, the wreckage around them clanking with sympathetic vibrations.

"Ha... My hero..." Dina's smile belied the terror working itself out through her voice.

"A-are you OK?" Patricia had the panda cocooned inside her muscular arms, shielding her from the danger Patricia's racing heart insisted she was still in. "That was stupid, that was dangerous, I never should have-"

"Hey, no! It's OK, I'm OK!" Dina tried to stand up to prove it, but the embrace that locked her in place didn't budge an angstrom. "You can loosen the grip Miss Muscles, everything's where it's supposed to be."

Patricia slightly loosened her clutch on Dina. "OK... OK..." She looked at the carcass of the ladder, then at the massacre of strewn books, then at the panda laying on top of her heaving chest, rising and falling in time with her breathing. "I think... you can call it a day. I'll report that the ladder... broke... I'll take care of this by myself."

"What about you?" Dina's hand groped at Pat's chest, her fingers kneading the tapir's breast against the unyielding steel of her pectorals. "Won't you need some time off too?"

"I... I'm..." Patricia half remembered a dream, something like this. Where the precocious punk rock panda, this wonderful woman who was outspoken and expressive in every way Patricia wished herself to be, was pressed against her, expressing a desire to be with her. And now here she was, lips pursed and moving closer as they lay in the twisted steel. "I'm really sorry Dina." Patricia stood, not letting Dina go until she could be placed back on solid ground. "I'm really, really sorry."

"It's OK-" Dina started to say.

"No, it's not! You almost... I'm sorry." Patricia turned to sullenly reorganize the scattered books. Dina left without saying anything else.

Patricia's evening was the same as it ever was, save for the hollow self loathing after the adrenaline wore off. The library closed after she left the last few orders in the loading bay at 7:00 p.m., so she jogged home and arrived around 7:30. She listened to 'Avenged Sevenfold' while she cooked three steaks for dinner, and reflected on the day's events as she scarfed down the protein. She considered doing a few more reps on the weight machine she'd purchased online, maybe some leg extensions, just a little more something physical. She had to be better than the weakling she was. The bag of resistance bands, still unused as far as she knew, stared balefully at her from next to the TV. 'It's getting late,' she thought. 'I'll use them... one of these days.' With teeth brushed, questioning whether she could even bear to show her face to Dina tomorrow, she put in her head phones and started playing the hypnosis track. 'Lose weight while you sleep', it promised. A deep, oscillating hum filled her ears, and instantly her bed attracted her with magnetic force. 'I wish it was 'build strength while you sleep'' she thought, her last one, minutes before she lost consciousness.

Tonight, unbeknownst to her as it was every night since she had started listening to the hypnotic recording, Patricia rose from her bed, compelled to exercise ceaselessly in her sleep. Binaural beats tricked her brain into producing the supernatural amounts of Anthro Growth Hormone that coursed through her, adding to her mass with every second it played. The confident, sought-after attitude it had attempted to instill in her had been a decidedly second priority. Until tonight.

"Flex." The recording commanded, and Patricia obliged. "Pose. Feel how your body expands to accommodate your overflowing power."

"Yeah..." Patricia droned as her body followed the instructions, each position designed to show off a different set of muscles. Her biceps brushed against the ceiling at the peak of their flexion; Her legs weren't like redwoods, but an entire forest's worth of mass and strength; A calculator would have run out of display space trying to keep track of the number of striations and muscles on display across her abdomen. Through repetition and suggestion, the recording pushed Patricia to ever more robust extremes as she dreamt of how today could have been so much better, unaware of the world around her, least of all the punk rock panda standing in her doorway.

"Pat? What are you doin'?"

Dina spent the rest of the day kicking herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She'd tried to move too fast, made things too weird. Whatever the reasons and whatever the cause for Patricia's now hulking physique, Dina couldn't get her head around why Patricia seemed so unaware of it. Was it a self esteem thing? That would account for the tapir's humility despite her size, and why she never gave a straight answer whenever Dina asked her out, even after being given every opportunity to make the first move: playful punches to the arm, offhanded comments of how she'd reeeeally like to discuss this really great book she just read, the short skirts. The latter never failed to get attention out on the town, and Dina had developed a sense for when someone was going for some upskirt action. Patricia definitely gave off those vibes, but after being asked out three times now, she still wouldn't give a yes or no answer.

And that fall. The pantsless gambit was formed under the idea that Dina would be going up the ladder today. If she just hadn't screwed up that one day in the self help section, none of this would have happened. Patricia probably blamed herself, but Dina knew it was her own fault that she couldn't be trusted to put a goddamn book on a shelf. She wasn't going to let Patricia stew in her own self rapprochement. If Patricia didn't want to go out on a date, Dina would just bring the date to her.

At about 10:30, Dina rolled up to Pat's cookie-cutter house in the suburbs. She kicked out the stand on her moped and dug through her backpack for the heart shaped box of chocolates and bouquet of daisies, only slightly ruffled from their time in the bag. That's what classy chicks liked, right? Flowers and shit, a little romance, big unexpected gestures. Patricia probably didn't even know Dina knew where she lived. Unexpected indeed.

"OK, bet she feels pretty stupid right now." Dina pumped herself up with a few quick breaths as she forced her feet to walk toward the door. "All I gotta do is look stupider, that'll make her feel better, right?" The lights were off, but she heard movement inside. Dina knocked. "Hey Pat... It's Dina. OK if I come in?"

"Yeah..." Came the sleepy response.

Dina opened the door to see Patricia's arms flexed and glistening in the street light filtering through the window. Earlier today, Dina would have said Patricia's super hero physique was what Olympic weightlifters wanted to look like when they were all grown up. Now, as the tapir flowed from pose to pose, bursting with muscles of a size for which the panda had insufficient descriptive prowess, Patricia looked more like an action figure tightly packaged in the box of her living room. Sweat beaded on the solid surface of her back, and ran in streaks down her naked form. The shredded remains of Patricia's pajamas littered the floor, victims of her experiments with just how big she could be.

"Pat? What are you doin'?" Dina could have watched with silent longing for hours, but, you know, the door was letting in a draft.

"Dina, you're superb..." The ambulatory landmark that was Patricia turned and advanced several thunderous steps. "I just want you to like me..."

Dina waved her romantic offerings. "Fuck yeah I like you. If this is about today-" She was cut off when Patricia squeezed the air out of her lungs with an enthusiastic hug, her face squished into the tapir's steely cleavage. "Pat, what the hell?" Dina looked up questioningly at Patricia and her closed eyes. 'Is she... asleep?'

"As much as you want... I want you to touch me... touch as much as you want..." This couldn't be OK, Dina couldn't be as excited by this as much as she was. Patricia wasn't aware of what she was doing, she was asleep for God's sake, acting out a dream of some kind. But it sounded like it was Dina she was dreaming of as she smeared her sweat into the panda's fur along with the scent of dollar store perfume and salty perspiration. Dina couldn't deny the urge to do as Patricia requested. She lightly ran a quivering hand along the bicep not currently pinning her in place. The tapir responded with a flex that summoned several veins to the surface, the only incongruities on her pristine mass. She mindlessly ground her hips against Dina, another wetness joining the humidity forming between them. "Tell me you want me Dina, please..."

"Patricia, I want you." Dina couldn't hold back any more than Patricia could. So she was asleep; So what? Dina thrust her hips as much as she could while pinned in place. Patricia was so strong, so powerful, Dina couldn't have moved away if she wanted to. "You look amazing." Dina ran her tongue over the parts of Patricia's chest she could reach. "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now. I want every part of you."

Patricia released her hold on Dina and raised her arms, chunks of plaster raining down as her elbows passed effortlessly through the ceiling. Dina discarded her clothing with feverish alacrity and knelt before her mammoth idol, kissing and stroking down her abdominals, down to her labia, where Dina sealed her lips around Patricia's clitoris and slurped hungrily at her secretions. Patricia moaned and flexed harder, the floor bowing under her as she grew bigger from the encouragement. Dina moaned around her mouthful of tapir pussy, unable to even fit her arms all the way around the gargantuan thighs her face was sandwiched between. Her hands stroked each protruding head of Patricia's quads, traced the jutting edges of her calves, explored the crevices of her abdominals. And then Patricia awoke.

Patricia's dream tonight was more vivid than any she'd ever had. Dina was right there, staring in lustful awe, one affirmative comment away from giving Patricia everything she could ever want.

"I want you to touch me..." Patricia said. The way Dina's eyes lit up was all the encouragement she needed. "Touch me as much as you want." The brush of Dina's fingers left a trail of tingles along Patricia's arm. This was it. This was what it was to feel desirable. For someone attractive to feel the same way about you that you felt about them. That was what this was, right? "Tell me you want me Dina, please."

"Patricia, I want you." Those simple words inspired a typhoon of elated butterflies to soar through Patricia's stomach, enough that she allowed herself to get lost in Dina's worshipful kisses and caresses. "You look amazing." She liked it. Bigger. Give her more. "I want every part of you." Give her more to want. Patricia willed herself to ever more colossal bulk, to have more flesh for the sensual sensation of Dina's adoration to surge through. It was such a wonderful dream. Then she awoke.

"Dina...?" Patricia abruptly stopped her fluid motions. Lucidity asserted itself when she removed her headphones and the drone that buzzed in her head receded. Why she was in the living room, why she was naked, she was unsure. She had to lean over to see, but she suspected the sweat and trembling legs had something to do with the panda with her lips buried inside Patricia, tongue halting mid lick as she looked back wide eyed.

Dina swallowed her mouthful of Patricia's fluids before responding. "Uh... hey, Pat."

Neither dared a motion for a very long second. Patricia laid down on her side, lifted one of her legs, and pulled Dina close, their vulva's interlocked. "... Don't stop."

And she didn't stop. Patricia's only awareness of the world was the heat radiating from where Dina clung to her raised leg for leverage and the accumulating pleasure where they slid over each other. She couldn't conceive how she hadn't realized how big she had gotten earlier, but the moaning panda was more than eager to bring it to her attention.

"You're so goddamn sexy, Pat..." Dina panted. "You're fuckin' huge! And you're nice, and you're smart, and you're pretty, and I've wanted to do this with you ever since I first saw you!"

The compliments drove Patricia to the edge of release as much as the tribadism. "Pat, I-I never thought you'd... I thought you wouldn't... You're so cool and I'm just..."

"Shut! Up! And! Cum!" Dina punctuated each word with an increasingly jerky thrust of her hips, almost ramming against her at the final order. Her words dissolved into a strained whine, and her legs clamped around Paricia's thigh as she reached orgasm. Whether from waking from her dream to her fantasy, or perhaps being more suggestible after her nightly brainwashing, Patricia came with her. The pleasure that had built in her crotch burst into ecstasy through the rest of her body; and she had a lot of body for the ecstasy to burst through. Dina disappeared from view as Patricia closed her thighs and bucked against the panda who was drawing the orgasm out with her erratic squirming. Their intertwined bodies writhed for a glorious internal eternity that, after what felt like forever but was probably closer to 30 seconds, left them together in a sweaty, blissful, glowing pile.

"I came over 'cuz I thought you might be feelin' down after that near miss today." Dina said after she caught her breath. She rested on Pat's chest, gently patting her sweat matted fur. "Brought flowers and everything. I knocked, you said come in, then you grabbed me and... tonight turned out pretty fuckin' swell."

"You aren't mad at me?" Dina's hair tickled Patricia's chest as the panda shook her head. "I mean, I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for weeks now, I thought I might stand more of a chance if I wasn't so... you know. Not sexy."

"I got tired of waitin' for you to ask, so I went ahead. The short skirts? Literally askin' if you wanted to go out and do things? You didn't pick up on those?"

"Would you believe me if I said I actually didn't?"

Dina spread her arms out to hug the dorky leviathan, her hands almost reaching the edge of Patricia's pectorals. "Well, ya certainly know better now. I think I could see my way to forgivin' your missin' the signs, on one condition."

Patricia lifted her head just enough to look down at her, for all intents and purposes it appeared, girlfriend. "And what's that?"

Dina looked back, recovered enough at this point to blush. "You think I could get a copy of that recording?"