Roy is a good sweet boy

As Samantha made her way across the gym floor towards him, Roy couldn’t help but take in her impressive form. She truly was a goddess; everything about her body screamed that she was made for loving, that was certain. If you took the greatest assets of the world’s foremost models, and also some from the best porn stars, and combined them all into a Frankenstein’s monster of femininity… well, aside from the stitches and the rotting flesh, you’d have something that looked vaguely like Samantha. She had the kind of natural beauty that could inspire even the most boorish man to write poetry, and the kind of sex appeal that could make even the classiest of gentlemen slobber like an animal. And if they were in the same place, those men would probably beat the shit out of each other in a mad scramble to get within a country mile of even smelling her hair. Basically, she was really, really, hot.

Which, if anything, made her intensely awkward gait even more remarkable. In Roy’s mind, most women with a body like hers would have a that certain feminine swagger, with a confident sashay of the hips that told everyone watching “I’m just too damn good for you”. But Samantha didn’t have any of that. There was no little bump of her hips as she moved her weight from one foot to the next, the way Roy had seen plenty of women walk thousands of times before. Instead, she swung her arms, maybe a little bit more than was strictly necessary, like she needed the momentum just to keep herself in motion. She had her shoulders a little slumped, maybe in an attempt to draw attention away from her massive chest? But that was like trying to disguise Mount Rushmore by giving each of the presidents tiny cowboy hats. Her gaze was pointedly locked on the floor in front of her, presumably to make sure she didn’t step on anyone, which was somewhat plausible considering her size. And all the while her long legs practically lunged across the floor in massive strides, carrying her through the sea of exercise equipment like a humpback whale, except way less barnacled. Honestly, if it weren’t for her physique, she’d look like an awkward dork.

In other words, she walked exactly like a Sam.

“Sorry about the wait there, Roy,” she said as she reached him, extending a hand to help him to his feet. He took it graciously, and immediately winced at his sore muscles as she pulled him up with one arm. But as soon as he was to his feet, he forgot all about the pain. Samantha hadn’t bothered to step back as she pulled him up, so Roy was entirely within her personal bubble, his face right up against her chest. Unfortunately, it didn’t last particularly long, as she pulled away in embarrassment and glanced around quickly to make sure nobody was watching. It occurred to Roy that she was probably as awkwardly self-conscious as he was when he first walked in. And while he could understand that on an intellectual level, now that he was standing in front of her and looking at her, the idea seemed completely ridiculous. Just two days ago, if Roy saw a picture of a woman like this online, he’d assume it'd been over-photoshopped by someone with way too much time on their hands. And if he’d seen a woman like this in person, he’d probably assume that he had died and gone to horny teenage heaven.

She coughed to get his attention, breaking him from his reverie. "If you're done here for the day, I'd like to get back home. You still have a couch to clean, remember?"

"Right, I'll stop by the store to rent the cleaner before I come over," Roy replied, remembering quite well what they had done together the day before. Lord, what they had done together! Roy tried to clear his mind of those thoughts. He needed to calm down a little, and not be thinking about that kind of thing right now. He still had to tell her about his discovery, about the fact that they had inadvertently changed what men found attractive about women. If the machine had changed reality that much, then of course Samantha needed to know about it! Who could possibly know what other unforeseen consequences could erupt from such tampering with the fabric of reality!

But before he could tell her this, a blushing Samantha butted into his thoughts. "W-well, my mom's out of the house again today." She folded her arms under her chest, which by this point Roy knew was a sure sign that she was nervous about something. "A-and I usually take a shower when I get home, so I might still be... in there. When you come over, I mean."

...

She got very quiet, her voice barely above a whisper. "A-and, uh, maybe... umm... you'd like to join me?"

Roy's eyes went wide. It seemed like the fabric of reality would have to wait.