Chapter #3Suzu and the Wierd Welcome by: wowee   There you sat, another night sitting alone in your small dank apartment, another night of eating instant noodles for dinner in your pajama’s. You didn’t know how long you would be able to keep up living on your own like this, but you did know if you had to go through one more meal of these terribly salty noodles and “broth” you were going to be sick.
BA-BAM!! BA-BAMBA-BAM!!
A sudden banging comes from the hallway knocking at your door with a force that almost broke it off its hinges. You hurry to open the door not expecting (and definitely not dressed for) company. Your greeted to the sight of a gorgeous tall and tan beauty; her brown tan legs lead up to a pair of adventurous khaki shorts that just barley contained a pair of wide and will muscled thick thighs. Further upwards you get a glance at the roundest perkiest set of breasts you had ever seen, they tested the woman’s pink shirts confines seemingly bending the cloth around them. Up and up your eyes claimed trying to take in the entirety of the amazon in climbing ceased at her beautiful face that featured a look of refinement and confidence on her face.
“Umm is this the residence of the nephew of the late great Luke?” she asks as she takes a glance at the information on the card in her hands.
“…Uh yeah I had an uncle named Luke, I think… Big big guy, Brown hair, wears these kinds of square glasses?” These were all faint memories you had from when you were much younger, you can’t remember when but you had definitely remembered the few times you had met your uncle.
“Th-that’s him to the T” The tan near giantess looks about ready to cry as she slumps down in your doorway and gives you a great big hug. You stood frozen as her powerful looking arms hugged you gently, unable to understand what you could have said to get this sort of reaction. “Oh my goodness! You poor thing is this really where you live? Oh and look at you, you’re practically wasting away! This can’t be healthy” she sniffles out, trying to regain her composure. You nod taking no offense in the remark, knowing full well you were basically slumming it.
Still slightly emotional she stands and bows to you, again another action taking you by surprise.
“I hate to break down like that, it’s just I was one of his close assistant’s and I got to know him very well and… well I’m afraid he’s dead.” She says waiting to see your reaction. You remain nonplused as the words wash over you: Your uncle who you barely knew and who this woman apparently cared very deeply about was dead. Ok so that’s why she’s upset. You nod your head in a sign for her to go on.
“Well, it seems your Uncle Lucas had left everything he owned to you…” she explains her voice no longer cracking with emotion, now taking on a husky calm demeanor. “But to your inheritance your asked to travel to his mansion, no , it would actually be your mansion now.”
Without a second word you excitedly pack your things into a small roughed up suitcase. Not having more than a few scraps of clothing all having a rip or tear. Hurrying out the front door you search for any sign of the wondrous woman you’d just met, but surprisingly she was not to be found. There was a limousine with a door ajar, which you assumed was for yourself. Hopping inside you close the door and the limousine takes off, leaving your old place and your old like behind.
The fact that you couldn’t see the driver and tinted windows on the inside of the limo meant you were left alone with your thoughts. Actually now that you think about it, could this be a trap or a prank? A whole mansion out of the blue from your dead uncle who you’ve hardly ever met? How this rather attractive and large woman just burst into your life? It seemed a little too suspicious now that you thought about it, and now you were trapped in this limousine headed who knows where, alone. You gulped.
Eventually the car stops will you were about to find out opening the door you find yourself outside of the largest pair of double doors to the larges house you’ve ever known. Suddenly you’re lifted tight from behind. You feel yourself being easily lifted of the ground by the tan arms and strangely the first thing that fills your panicked mind was coconuts. The coconut lotion smell coming from her coconut sized biceps, and the way you were being mashed into her larger the coconut sized breasts was too much.
“All right you runt give us the money!” boomingly demands this brown skin kidnapper.
“What?” You yipe as your voice crack. You were about ready to wet yourself in fright. Why oh why had you gotten into that into hat limousine. If you got out of this alive you’d never complain about instant noodles again!
“Phffthahhaha! Got ya!” the powerful voice from behind you switches back to the lighthearted one you head before. “Oh my god I feel so much better now. Did you get that tape Mika?” She calls to the house and out from the bushes came a woman who appeared to holding a camcorder.
“Got it!” yells the awfully chubby lady holding a thumb up while still in hysterics.
“Wait-What? What’s going on?” you ask, your heart still beating a mile a minute.
“Sorry just playing a little prank” Suzu says smiling down at you.
“Hey...How did you get here?” you ask trying to piece things together.
“Who do you think drove silly?” She places a mammoth hand and messes your hair. As she takes one of her long massive stride towards the house, she quickly turned around and adds “Oh and forgive me. I don’t believe I’ve even told you my name, it’s Suzu, Dr. Suzu if you want. I just want to be the first to address you. And my accomplice who retreated inside was Mika. Perhaps you would like to meet the rest of your uncle’s staff over dinner? You really do look like you could use a good meal.”
You were far to lost and shaken up by the nights events to decline such a warm welcoming offer...
Time for diner: A meet and greet while you eat.
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