New Life In Taffy Tales Chapter 4: Day 2 [Pt. 1]

By the time I ended my run, the sun was already rising, signaling that night was over and morning had begun. 

I stopped at the bottom of my porch stairs, breathing heavily and shirtless. Despite the sweat-soaked shirt shoved in the waistband of my shorts and the rapid heartbeat pounding against my chest, I felt as if I had another six miles in me. While I could feel the strain on my muscles, I never came close to reaching failure. I hadn't even stopped once during my run, which saw me nearly jog across town and back. 

'If only it were this easy back when I was competing. Glad I chose the traits I did,' I patted myself on the back before walking up the stairs and stepping inside. 

I closed the door behind me and locked it before kneeling to take off my shoes. 

"Kaden, is that you?" Mary's voice echoed out from the kitchen before she stepped into the living room, "God, you're covered in sweat. Where have you been? 

"Sorry, I went out for a run this morning, though I would be back before you woke up," I replied with a smile, all while taking the opportunity to ogle Mary's body. Despite her unflattering dress, the apron tied around Mary's body hugged her figure like a second skin, highlighting her mouthwatering curves and holding up her melon-sized breasts. 

"Oh, okay...then I guess it's a good thing I made breakfast," Mary replied at first before she frowned, "Are you sure it was such a good idea to go running right after your accident." 

I nodded as I stood up and walked over to Mary. "I already told you I feel fine, better even; my head has never been clearer." 

Mary pursed her lips before letting out a sigh, "You're right. I'm sorry for making a big deal out of this." 

"It's fine, just shows that you care about me," I replied before darting in and placing a quick kiss on Mary's cheek near the corner of her mouth. 

Mary blinked as I stepped back and turned around, but not before I saw the slight blush across her cheeks and her gaze lingering on my chest, still slick with sweat. 

It was a good start, but even without using my empathic powers, I could tell Mary would have to come a long way before she saw me as a man rather than her stepson. 

'Hopefully, showing my independence and building a bit more muscle will go a long way.' 

A lustful smile flitted across my lips as I imagined plastering Mary's fat cow tits with my cum after stroking my massive horse cock right in from her face. 

I felt my cock twitch at the mental image straining against my running shorts, 'Damn, this libido is annoying to deal with.'

Retreating to my room, I took care of my problem before taking a shower. 

Stepping out, I paused as I caught sight of myself in the reflection. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but after close inspection, I realized my mind wasn't playing a trick on me. 

Overnight, I gained some slight muscle definition, which, for only working out once with my body weight alone, was better than even the best bodybuilders could ask for. 

After admiring my progress, I got changed and made my way downstairs, but not before peeking into Tiffany's room only to find her asleep, half her body slumped off the side of her bed. I could only shake my head and resolve to deal with her later. 

Walking into the kitchen, I watched as Mary finished setting the table with a modest but hearty breakfast of potatoes, eggs, toast, and sausage. 

"Oh good, you're just in time. Is Tiffany up yet," Mary asked as she sat down, and I took the seat across from her. 

"Uh, no, I think she was up last night studying for a test," I answered while schooling my face into a perfect mask. 

Mary frowned, "She's been tired a lot recently." 

I shrugged, "Well, midterms are right around the corner. She's probably just studying." 

I ate quickly before clearing my plate and thanking Mary for the meal. 

A few minutes later, I was out the door. But instead of going to the high school, I walked over to the house next door. 

Going up the front steps, I knocked on the door. 

"One second," a distant voice responded from inside the house. 

True to their word, the door opened only a few moments later, and I smiled down at Becca, a girl in my grade and my next-door neighbor since middle school. 

She had clearly just gotten out of the shower with her short, black, curly hair still damp and dripping. 

"Kaden!" Becca shouted in surprise as her cheek blushed heavily, turning a dark red, "W-what are you doing here?" 

"I thought we could walk to school together. Is your mother home?" I asked with a charming smile. 

"N-no, she went into school early to prepare for today's test," Becca spoke softly as she reached up and curled a strand of her hair around her finger. 

Watching Becca, I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her looks and body. 

Becca had a doll-like face with rosy cheeks, a button nose, and large, innocent blue eyes. While she wasn't runway supermodel beautiful, Becca had a definite appeal to her. 

Beyond her looks, Becca was barely five feet tall, coming up to my chest, which only made the rest of her features stand out even more. 

While Becca may not have been the sculpted beauty in an A-list movie, her body was something out of a film. 

Some boys in my grade would have described Becca as overweight, but they were fools with wool over their eyes.

Becca was thiccc, with thighs that never parted, an ass that could drown a man, hips that always swayed, and a pair of tits that would make a prized cow jealous. 

But despite her mature body, Becca gave off an utterly innocent vibe, wearing only a modest skirt and blouse. Which made sense, considering how much of a tyrant her mother was.

"A-also K-Kaden, I wanted to say thank you for what you did, and I'm so sorry that you got hurt protecting me," Becca stuttered out as she looked away and grabbed the hem of her skirt.

For a moment, my mind flashed back to the events leading up to my face-to-face meeting with a front bumper. A startling surge of anger rushed through my body, making my heart pound with rage that I struggled to control. 

"K-Kaden?" 

Becca's voice snapped me out of my stupor, and I took in a deep breath to steady myself, "Sorry about that, and don't apologize. It's not your fault, besides I hate to think about what those fuckers would have done had I not shown up." 

There was no need for me to put on an act; as I spoke, the anger flowed into my words with ease. 

A warm smile spread across Becca's face as she gazed up at me, "Well, I'm glad that you came to rescue me. I really thought that Darnell and his friends would-" 

"Don't worry if they even look at you again; it'll be the last thing they do," I replied as all the humor dropped from my voice and my smile melted away, replaced with a grim look of determination. 

Becca blinked, "Y-you really mean that, don't you?" 

"Of course," I replied, smiling once again, "I care about you a lot, Becca." 

Becca's entire face flushed as she glanced away, "I-I care about you too, Kaden."

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The walk to school went quickly, with Becca keeping me company. She was a genuine friend and companion with a kind and caring personality. I could only lament that the previous owner of this body hadn't realized that Becca had a major crush on me. 

'At least he laid the groundwork for me; I'll barely have to do a thing to take our relationship to the next level,' I thought absently as Becca and I lapsed into a comfortable silence with nothing to actively talk about. 

Walking down the street, I noticed how close Becca had gotten. She was practically glued to my side as she walked. I could feel the hem of her skirt brush against my hand, and the smell of strawberry shampoo wafted up into my nose. But the most enticing sight was how, with every step, her massive breasts bounced and jiggled. I was nearly salivating as I imagined one day soon ripping off her bra, watching her tits spring free before lavishing them with kisses.

"Becca! Kaden! Wait up!" 

I was broken out of my fantasy as a familiar high-pitched voice called out from my left, and I looked over just in time to see Danny run across the street and fall into step with us on my right, "T-thanks for letting me catch up." 

Like Becca, I had known Danny since middle school, though now, when I looked at him, all I felt was a small smoldering anger that I had to keep in check in case it exploded into an inferno. Sensing the heat in my eyes Danny flinched which was just in character for him. 

Danny was short, around five feet tall, with a slim build that nearly bordered on feminine, short blond hair and a timid demeanor. 

Putting some space between us, Danny glanced around me to stare at Becca, "H-hey, Becca." 

He greeted lamely, only for Becca to sniff and turn up her nose and Danny, and rightfully so. A crestfallen expression cascaded down Danny's face as he rubbed the back of his neck, "L-look, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday...it's just that Darnell said that he would kick my ass if I didn't...I didn't have a choice!" 

Becca's head snapped over to glare at Danny, "You could have gone and gotten help. Instead, you just stood guard while those assholes ganged up and assaulted me! Thank god that Kaden has a spine, or else I who knows what they would have done!" 

Danny visibly deflated in the face of Becca's scathing retort, which was more than deserved, though had to sting coming from the girl he had been crushing on since middle school. 

The rest of the walk was done in awkward silence, and once we stepped inside the school, Danny quickly broke away without a word, shoulders hunched as if he wanted to disappear from the world. Becca and I continued to walk together, and we eventually reached out the first class of the day, French. 

"Y-you don't think I was too hard on Danny?" Becca asked as she sat at the desk in front of me, "I-I just don't understand how he could stand by and abandon me like that." 

There was genuine hurt in Becca's voice, and as she glanced at me, I saw her eyes were red, and I became angry all over again at the assholes responsible for hurting such a precious girl and Danny for not standing up. 

"You were right to be angry at him," I replied, trying to sway Becca's misplaced self-guilt, "What he did was inexcusable; you don't owe him anything."

Becca nodded as she reached up and wiped the tears welling in her eyes, "C-can I ask you a question Kaden?" 

"Sure," I replied instantly. 

"I-it might sound a bit weird, but...do you...do you think I'm pretty?" Becca asked, whispering the last part under her breath so softly that I could barely hear it. 

"Of course, you're pretty, Becca. I think you're beautiful," I replied instantly once more, which made Becca blink in surprise. 

"R-really...because those guys said some things, and I...you don't think I would look better if I lost a few pounds," Becca asked timidly. 

"What? No, I think your body is sexy?" 

"Sexy?" Becca repeated in disbelief. 

I nodded sagely, "You have really nice curves, wide hips, thick thighs, a fat ass and big tits. I don't know a man alive who wouldn't want a woman like that." 

"You're doing do much," Becca stressed as she blushed bright red and looked away, "A-and don't say stuff like that out loud!" 

Instead of backing away, I lowered my voice and leaned in close, "In all seriousness Becca I think you're beautiful just the way you are. And if you want me to prove it to you, find me in the boys bathroom when you finish the test." 

Becca's eyes widened, but before she could respond, the classroom door opened, and her mom, who just happened to be our Teacher, walked in.