...Wendy outside the bar

She looks as beautiful as the day you met. to be honest you had quite the crush on her and being truthful you still want to tap that ‘or get tapped by that’ a small voice in your head remarks.

‘What the fuck brain’ you harshly think to yourself, you proceed to briskly walk over to Wendy.

“Long time no see jen” you say as nonchalantly as possible

“Ya’ll better have good reason ta be sayin’ that name round here you mother fuuuu...” her voice dies in her throat as she looks up and stands to her full 6ft and 8 inches of height “max” she says in an uncharacteristic timid voice “is that really you?” She ask with a small nigh unnoticeable waver in her voice.

“One and only” you say back with a bit more gusto. “Good to see you again Wendy, nice Bar you got h-“ your sentence was cut short by a 6ft 8”, 75kg of pure muscle and possible futa bear hugging/tackling you.

“Ohhh max I’ve missed you so much” the tall women says almost ecstatic whilst trying to turn your ribs and spine into a fine powder.

“Urrk good to hurrk missed you garrk Wendy... you’re crushing my ribs...” you barely manage to **** out, as you feel your life about to leave this plane of existence the hug is lossend.

“Oops, sorry max” she says with out a clue how near **** you were.

“umm could you put me down Jen, you know I hate when you pick me up like this” you reply, now noticing that you’re a good few inches off the floor.

“Sure I’ll put Y’all down max” she murmurs as you are lowered back to the ground.

You look back up at Wendy and think ‘what should I do next’