Solo workout in the bedroom

"Well, I really think you need to get accustomed to my body in order to treat it the best way, yeah?" Gwen asked.

Sophia nodded, but now she was more and more unsure what Gwen might be suggesting. Gwen's body was indeed a significant departure from her usual self, it was much larger and squishier in a variety of ways. Some levels of squish seemed like Sophia could get excited about, having not really had a body that wasn't optimized for athletic performance before, though some of it she knew she would want to be rid of if she had a choice to stay in a body like this. All in all, however, Sophia had no clue what it felt like to have a body like this under her command, and Gwen likely knew it.

"I'm wondering if, um, maybe we stay in here for now? If we keep the door closed, then you could do any activity at all. You could get to know every inch of my body, so then there are no surprises when you are out training it."

Sophia would blush if she could, but the mask didn't show any different coloration. Still, Gwen could feel when Sophia gulped, tensing up a little bit at the suggestion. "I, uh, is that appropriate? I don't know that I could take advantage of such a, well, generous offer." Sophia wasn't as uncomfortable with the suggestion as she thought she would be in that moment. Maybe it was that the body seemed actually excited by the idea that someone else might explore it? How could Sophia manage to say no when she was captive to a body that seemed to say yes? Gwen seemed to want it, and her influence over the body, which filled with arousal and anticipation, only seemed to confuse Sophia's response more.

"I think you and me make a lovely body, where I'd love to see how you move me and learn to be me," Gwen said quietly. "But I'll leave it up to you. If this is too much, I'll just stop right now."

"No, it's fine," Sophia said, herself a bit excited by the prospect. She ran a hand along Gwen's hips, then to one of the legs, the thighs. She felt a tinge of wetness between the legs, realizing that Gwen was thinking about things a little further than just removing clothes and checking out her body, seeing your movements grafted onto her frame, and your expressions and facial features replacing hers. "I will say, there are a few things we could do in this room that are, uh, heart-healthy and do work up a good sweat."

Sophia felt a rush of electricity through her spine as she said those words. Gwen clearly enjoyed the thought, and soon Sophia couldn't help herself as her hands trailed along Gwen's body, gliding along her stomach, up to the breasts confined in the sports bra. "I'll be honest, you do have a totally different build. So, getting to understand it better does make a lot of sense. I don't have these to deal with, for example." Sophia rest her hands atop the tight sports bra, squeezing inward lightly.

Sophia didn't know if it was her who was thrilled by the touch, or Gwen's body, but at that point it didn't matter. Gwen wasn't saying no, and Sophia seemed to grow more bold over time, as she eventually grabs the band of the sports bra and starts to lift upwards, pulling the fabric up and away. It felt like she was doing something downright devious, stealing control from someone else to enjoy their body, like she was sneaking into a 'no trespassing zone' on purpose. But, as the large, milk-laden breasts bounced into view, both women moaned lightly--Sophia from her speakers in the mask, Gwen as a natural body response to the stimulation even though she couldn't form words.

"They look good under your face," Gwen said, quietly, as Sophia stared at her breasts and up to the mask in the mirror. Sophia truly did look beautiful like this, even before any training was done, seeing her face with new eyes and hair and a larger body to match. With just a couple months of work, Sophia might be able to make Gwen's body into perfection. After that, she would potentially have to give up this connection, of course. But if she just lived in the now, assumed Gwen's body as her own briefly, she could be a sort of dream girl who anyone, Mike included, would be lucky to look at.

"But there's still more to see and do."