"Needs a workout"

Brianna wrote on Megan's lower abdomen, dropped the marker again, and left with the other players.

Megan did not understand any of what had happened, but "needs a workout" didn't sound so bad. She felt a powerful urge to exercise, but going home to avoid interruptions seemed like the right idea.

13... 14... 15.

Megan finished another set of sit-ups. She wanted to do a few short sets throughout the evening, but something felt off. She looked down her body, past her bra, at her sweaty stomach where the words were written--and then on farther, to her panties.

She tested her crotch with the tip of one finger, pressing the fabric into her labia a bit. It felt--

More!

The words were written too far down. Megan's vagina was affected.

My lady parts need a workout.

Megan started to panic a little, and reached for the marker. Her arm tensed up. She tried to reason with herself, but her thoughts kept circling back to finishing the task.

If I erase the words, then I won't get my workout! I need a workout!

Megan found herself walking to the kitchen. Her usual masturbation with one careful finger wasn't really "a workout," and unlike her slutty older sister she did not have any sex toys.

Megan's room was away from the other rooms. Her sister and her parents were already upstairs for the night. It was easy to sneak into the kitchen and grab a cucumber.

She tested it a little and felt resistance. Her mind recoiled a bit at the sensation of pushing a vegetable against herself in her family kitchen, but those thoughts stayed in the background.

She grabbed some vegetable oil and went to her room. She made a bit of a mess oiling up the cucumber on her bedroom floor, but in not much time she was leaning against her bed and pressing the tip between her spread legs.

Another flash of fear bounced across Megan's mind. She had never put anything larger than one finger in there, and she was afraid of what would happen.

But she needed a workout.

Megan pulled together all of her thought and willed herself to grab the marker instead, and just--

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"

A scream escaped Megan's lips as she drove the cucumber deep, deep into her vagina.

This wasn't a great plan. She had a poor grip on the oily green vegetable, and the first thrust was already too hard.

Too bad. Not masturbation. WORKOUT.

Megan clawed at the cucumber enough to pull it out partially and then jam it back in. She worked it around, twisted it, tried to stimulate every part of that sensitive cavity.

Megan abused her sore, unprepared pussy for nearly half an hour before the marker suddenly faded from her stomach. She didn't get to cum. Pain and exhaustion prevented her from feeling fully relieved, and for some time she could only lie there in a pool of sweat with her legs open and the very messy cucumber staining her rug.