Worked Up

Andrea sighed as she rubbed at her temple, every step through the chilly morning air was one away from the comfort of her own, loving bed.

“Who the fuck..” She yawned, “Invented four in the fucking morning..” she growled the words to herself as she walked, the road lit by streetlights in the absence of the sun, towards her local gym, her in-ear headphones playing some tunes that were too upbeat to match her dour mood.

Andrea’s fitness was her life, it was as important to her as eating and bathing, more important to her even than sleep or sex, as evidenced by her increasingly early excursions to get her workout done and her depressingly long dry spell.

When she had joined the gym a couple months ago after moving into the area she had started at a respectable eight in the morning, giving her time to wake up beforehand, time to enjoy herself, time to complete her workout and time to get on with her day.

But then, of all things, the bullying had started, not bullying or shaming about her body, because she was fit, and she knew it, her body strong and lean, muscles toned with gorgeous definition, no, a different kind of bullying altogether, one she had never expected to encounter.

The so called bully, a little slut called Sky according to the sign in sheet, must have, somehow, found out about Andrea’s secret extra ‘package’, maybe glimpsing it in the changing rooms, because, for some fucking reason, she seemed to take absolute delight in torturing Andrea with her own cock.

More and more often she had come in to find this Sky doing her own ‘workout’, always close to wherever Andrea was, and always seemingly focused on making her as aroused as possible.

There was quite a contrast between the two of them, Andrea was a tall woman, standing just a little over six foot with a strong build, light skin, bright blue eyes and long luxurious blonde hair. Her breasts were a modest c-cup and she focused on maintaining her definition and general level of fitness through her workout routine.

Sky, however, was maybe a little over five foot, her hair long and black, often tied back into a bun or ponytail, her skin was a warm honied caramel likely hinting either way too much time in the tanning salon or a racial heritage she couldn’t quite place. Her eyes were a dusky brown and always seemed more than a little bit teasing when she was caught looking Andrea’s way.

Sky’s workout routine seemed completely void of strength and fitness routines, instead, it seemed to exist to show off her goods. While on the whole Sky was a generally slender woman with a noticeably flat chest, she lacked the muscle definition that Andrea’s form boasted. Instead with Sky, all eyes were drawn downwards to her key feature, her finely sculpted booty that was the purest definition of thicc. It seemed to Andrea that the majority of Sky’s workout was focused on either enhancing or showing off that particular asset.

Andrea smirked and snickered slightly to herself as she walked, letting out a sigh at her own mental joke. “Heh. Ass-et.”

As she arrived at the gym, the third day she had come in at this time, she found herself feeling a little more awake and cohesive. She used her membership card to gain access past the magnetic lock to the all hours gym, letting herself in and putting her name down on the sign-in sheet before making for the changing rooms. There were no staff on at this time, hell, chances were with the clock only now starting to approach five am she’d have the gym all to herself, at least for the first portion of her workout, which suited her just fine.

She stepped into one of the changing booths, even with the place as quiet as it was she still hid herself away when she changed for fear of her additional package being seen, again, anyway. She already seemingly got into enough trouble with it with only Sky, somehow, knowing about it.

She stripped down, admiring herself in the mirror as she did so, looking over her flawlessly defined body which she worked so hard to keep in mint condition. She was proud of herself in all honesty, and why shouldn’t she be? This had taken real work to achieve. She pursed her lips some glancing down, eying the thick, sleeping python resting between her thighs atop two heavy, smooth balls. Well, almost every impressive aspect of hers had taken real work to achieve. That bit, in particular, was god’s gift, or curse, depending on how badly in the way it was getting.

She changed into her gym gear, a loose pair of shorts, which, while baggy and ill fitting, served to hide what would otherwise have obscenely bulged for all to see. She pulled out a tight sports top that fixed her full breasts comfortably to her chest, stopping any awkward bouncing or shifting that would distract her.

She made sure her long blonde hair was tied back into a tight little ponytail and smiled to herself. She looked good. She felt good. And that cock teasing little slut Sky was likely still wrapped up in her own bed, miles from Andrea.

Locking her belongings away into one of the lockers she strode energetically onto the main floor of the gym, mentally hyping herself.

Excited to get started, the room was lit from above by a multitude of bright lights, she admired how clean everything was, how well ordered and most importantly, how vacant the whole place was.

Andrea smiled brightly and put her hands on the curves of her hips, surveying the perfect scene before her. It had required sacrificing her sleep to achieve this, but it was perfect.

Listening to her music and finding those same upbeat tunes more to her liking now, she started to stretch her body, getting ready to start.

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Sky yawned demurely and stretched his arms out above his head in his bed, blinking lazily as he stared into the darkness of his room, feeling the warm embrace of his bed hugging him. He let out a soft sigh and rolled over, laying on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow.

He wanted to get some more sleep. Sleep was the only place these days where he really felt at easy. Not constantly over thinking or worrying, or realizing just how alone he was in his empty little apartment.

He squirmed about in his bed, shifting positions and trying to get comfortable, but it didn’t matter. He was awake now and no matter how hard he tried, he knew he wouldn’t get back off to sleep.

He sat up slowly and sniffed, flicking on a light and looking around his empty bedroom, running a hand through his long dark messy hair. His room had precious little personality to it, it was just functional, a place to sleep.

Lazily, he swung his legs out of bed and stood slowly, padding barefoot through to his bathroom, taking his phone with him and setting up his Spotify to play some tunes. The bathroom was unpleasantly chilly, but at least his friend had let him use their Spotify premium, he didn’t have to put up with their adverts as he went about his morning routine.

He looked at himself in the mirror, frowning some. He hated himself, he really did. He was so soft and feminine, his face round and girlish, his eyes big and sultry, his lips full and attractive. He didn’t even have to shave to keep his face baby smooth.

He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, his usual night time get-up, the shirt clung to his slender frame, hanging loosely over his narrow waist and hourglass figure, his boxers flaring out to incorporate his wide, flared hips and his huge, plush ass.

It was because of this awfully feminine figure that he had started going to the gym on a daily basis, an effort to bulk up on muscle, slim down on some, well, one, very specific area of body fat and generally achieve the masculinity he craved.

It had been over a year since his last girlfriend, a girl he had loved with all his heart but who had, he had discovered, cheated on him with a multitude of ripped, muscled dumbasses who, in her words, could be the man she needed under the sheets, something he had apparently never been for her.

But the gym so far had failed to show any results. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but what he assumed would be common sense wasn’t working.

Every single day he did exercises that he thought would target his ass and thighs, barbell squats, lunges, hip extensions, deadlifts.. But no matter what he did it didn’t seem to result in his ass shrinking. In fact, either his boxers were getting smaller in the wash or his exercises were having the exact opposite effect that he had intended, which made no sense to him.

He turned on his shower and took out a hairbrush, running it through the length of his hair as he watched his reflection start to steam up, which was inconvenient, but at least the steam fought away the rooms chilliness some.

He knew his long hair was another girly feature which he disliked, but he also knew it was beautiful, long, lush and vivacious. It was one of the few aspects of himself that women seemed complimentary of, and that alone made it worth maintaining.