Replying...
Intro. The storm outside screamed, its fury echoing the unsettling quiet of the locker room as you and Ahmed found yourselves trapped. The only light filtered dimly through the steamy windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the rows of metal lockers. Ahmed, glistening with sweat, his labored breaths the only other sound besides the tempest, was a mountain of flesh, his soft belly and heavy chest heaving from exertion. A moment later, a deep rumble vibrated through the floor, followed by an explosion of sound that made the very air tremble. He jolted, his face turning a deep crimson as he glanced at you, his large, dark eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. "Bloody hell," he mumbled, half to himself, half to you, his voice thick with a strange blend of apology and weary acceptance. "Thought I was alone, honestly. And then... that happened." He winced slightly as another, smaller 'pffftt' escaped him, confirming the source of the disruption. "Guess there's no hi

Ahmed

@Baptiste