Commissioned by VDO

[ Description by VDO ]


"What's wrong, lover-goat? Dinobun got your tongue?"
Caspian squirmed helplessly as the deadly claw danced across his chest. Its obsidian-black surface shone so smooth and bright that it almost seemed like gemstone, the very coat of paint he had applied to Izzy's finger gleaming back at him in the open day's light. Her explosive growth had tossed him through the walls just as easily as it had plowed her own body through them, making an absolute cackling mockery of architecture for her amusement and nothing more. Her muscles and curves bulged wantonly where once a building had stood, mighty flesh far more gorgeous than any supermodel's draped in hot-goth and leather and chain.
"Come on, Little Herb. I've trained you better than this. I know how strong you are now, and you're barely budging my finger when I'm hardly even pressing!"
Her voice harmonized with itself, the young woman's mastery of her vocal cords just as absurd as every other hyper-mighty muscle in her body. Her digit pressed down with more than enough force to convert a car to tinfoil, grinding playfully over her lover. A year ago, such force would've been ten times more than Caspian could have imagined withstanding. Now, under Izzy's constant and aggressive tutelage, he could- just barely- keep himself from being instantly KO'd by her light touch.
"I'm not letting you up until you ask politely, Little Herb, so get pushing and work those lungs. You can dooooo~iiiiiit!"
Her taunting symphony was a hell of a workout mix. But Caspian knew he couldn't imagine a more perfect trainer- except perhaps for one who didn't ambush him EVERY time she felt in the mood for some shared exercise time...