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Oz smiled broadly as Sayuri slowly sat down, watching with a new kind onf interest as she had to wriggle her tail about to get comfortable. In fact, her tail was a brand new fascination for Oz. Now that he'd accepted it as real, all sorts of questions had to be answered!

"A squid-man? Doesn't surprise me really, but thats two of us who won't be swimming in there any time soon," he said with an uneasy chuckle. Some of the Island's inhabitants still un-nerved Oz, and didn't bear thinking about.

"And I can think of other reasons he grabbed you at the party," he said with a grin.

"Well, I'm a good swimmer. If you ever want some company and a bit of protection, you can always ask me to go with you. Swimming is great exercise, since...the stuff that happened...didn't exactly get rid of my fat tum," he said cheerfully, patting his still slightly podgy tummy.

But alongside the inflated muscles, he didn't appear quite so fat anymore. And he could understand Sayuri's worry about swimming with a lake-creature on the loose. Oz might not be much use against the octo-man, but maybe his grisly appearance would keep him at bay.

And that cheeky grin would not disappear from his face. It would seem the lessons started the last time they met would have to continue today, but in all honesty, it was a distraction that Oz actually welcomed.

"Nobody's ever pinched your bum before?" he asked with a grin, already knowing the answer. "Well...umm...a woman's bum is considered...a very nice part of her anatomy..."

Like boobs you can fondle in public without getting indecent assault charges thrown at you...

Oz smiled at Sayuri's giggling. He wished he could relax more, but leaning back would make his muscles twitch and spasm, but sitting cross-legged on the bed might seem inappropriate considering how tight his boxer shorts were.

"Its a date then. I've just got to wait for these stitches to come out, but I can always come and act like a life guard. I'll dive in and make sure nothing happens to you," he tried to sound strong.

Flexing his muscles was a no-no though. Ah, now onto the bum conversation. It didn't really come as a surprise to learn that Sayuri was unfamiliar with the, what must be, Western fondness for bums.

"Yes, a bum is very nice," he said with a smirk. "I can't really explain why...they're just nice to touch. Nice and soft. Its...a sensitive part of the body too, since its usually covered up."

Oh this a bizarre conversation, possibly the most bizarre he'd ever had. And that included his drunken ramblings.

"And I agree with you, your neck is very attractive. Thats another place you can kiss and it will feel nice."

Oz might have to think very carefully about his answer. Her bum was not as noticeable as it had been, and had a great big tail slicing through it now. But he imagined she, somehow, still had a bum of sorts.

"Of course I do," he said with a genuine smile, although his mind thought more of the bum he'd seen at the party rather than her new fish tail. "Nobody's got a bum like yours."

He gave her a playful wink and a smile. And then he did something rather unexpected - he leaned in swiftly and gently placed a kiss on her neck, just next to her gills. Later on, he'd justify his atcions as being yet another 'kissing lesson' but for some bizarre reason, at that moment, it just felt right to do that.

The taste of her skin just seemed to linger on his lips for a brief moment, just as his nose was filled that 'female' smell. All women smelled nice, attributed to their impeccable hygeine compared to men. But there was something else tingling Oz's nose this time, but so faint that it was barely an after-thought.

A smile shattered his moment of perplexion.

"I told you it was nice. There are other parts you can kiss, but I don't think it would be appropriate to show you," he smirked. He would have been VERY happy to show her, but she'd probably run away screaming.

And then her recurrent insistance to look away caught his attention once more. He sighed softly, his great new muscles heaving with the effort.

"Is something wrong?" he asked her in a soft-spoken manner.

Oz wasn't exactly upset that she might be reacting this way, especially considering his awfully dead-looking skin and mishapen muscles. But he didn't want for her to be uncomfortable.

Sayuri looked thoroughly miserable. Oz couldn't imagine the torment that ripped through her insides, nor did he realise he was part of the problem. To him, maybe she was still suffering slightly after her transformation, whether it was physically or mentally.

"It doesn't look like nothing Sayuri," he said, huffing slightly. "You can tell me what's wrong, I won't bite."

He chuckled and reached a gargantuan arm around her to give a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"Hehe, yes I DO need some clothes. I daren't ask the staff though, in case they send me something a bit embarrassing...or another gorilla costume," he laughed lightly, almost missing what Sayuri was saying.

Was she...serious? Was this anything to do with the 'other man' she had ever so briefly mentioned on the beach those few weeks ago? The one she wanted to practice kissing for...oh this could get awkward. He cared very deeply for Sayuri, and almost felt a sense of duty towards her.

He scratched nervously at the nape of his neck and was quiet for a while. What could he say? What SHOULD he say? He didn't want to upset her, but he didn't want to lose her either. He gently stroked her arm, part of his nervous contemplation.

"Why is it a problem? Is it because of someone else?" he asked, talking softly.