Week 1: Erica's Date, Part 3

“Okay, and why are you taking us to the gym?” Aífe arched her eyebrow at Erica’s sudden declaration.

“Well, there are 2 reasons. First, I got a pretty good look at you while you were changing,” Erica’s voice had a distinct tone of satisfaction to it, “and I gotta say—you look pretty damn good as you are. But if we add a bit of exercise into your routine, you could go from looking pretty damn good to a total knockout. You wouldn’t even have to lose much weight—heck, you might even gain a couple pounds from added muscle. I just want to see if we can burn a tiny bit of fat here and there, and tone some of the muscles underneath.”

“Tactful way of avoiding calling me chubby, I guess.” Aífe crossed her arms. “And what about the second reason?”

“That one’s super simple: stamina. You just found yourself with a harem of 8 hotties, and I’m pretty sure you don’t have much experience running marathons. We’re really gonna have to put in some work to get you to where you can keep up with 8 other women.” Erica grinned smugly as she finished her explanation. Aífe certainly wasn’t happy about it, but she couldn’t deny that everything the bunny girl said made sense.

“But why do I have to get put through the ringer, too?” Aoba pleaded.

“Also 2 reasons.” Erica held up a peace sign. “First, your TF mentioned increased strength; I’m curious to see how much of an increase we’re talking. And second, I let you tag along on the first part of my date with Aífe, so I’m making you tag along for the next part, too. Consider it your fee for the show Aífe just put on for us.”

Lacking the energy to argue, Aífe and Aoba merely stood there, dreading their imminent ****, while the agent of that **** waited for Fuyumi to finish ringing them up. Once Erica and Aoba’s clothes had all been rung, the total came to 600 BP, almost the entirety of what Erica had left.

“These prices are crazy!” Erica recoiled. “And this is after the 50% discount?! That means it’d normally cost 1200 BP just for some jeans, t-shirts, tennis shoes, and a few sets of workout gear? That’s almost as much as my upgrade was!”

“Allow me to explain the store’s pricing policy, as dictated by Sera.” Fuyumi put on her best customer service voice. “The main purpose of anything purchasable via BP is to better appeal to Lady Aífe. Therefore, clothes that do not align as well with that goal cost more.” She gestured to a clothing rack with an alarming lack of fabric, given the number of outfits on it. “If you’d like to reduce the cost, I’d suggest selecting clothes that are either skimpier or more fetishistic. For example, you could try replacing your normal workout gear with either a gymnastics leotard or a set of Japanese-style bloomers.” She held up a pair of barely-there bottoms, causing all three of her customers to grimace.

“Don’t worry about covering for my clothes, Erica.” Aoba reached over and slid her stack of clothes to the side. “I can pay for them myself. Just get what you need.”

“Thanks, Aoba.” Erica sighed. “Especially since I’m the one forcing you to work out in the first place.”

They both tapped the small mirror that functioned as Fuyumi’s register, completing their purchase.

Erica: -400 BP (300 Remaining)
Aoba: -200 BP (1500 Remaining)

“Thank you for your purchase!” Fuyumi smiled at them. “Your regular clothes will be transported to your rooms, and your workout gear will be sent to pre-assigned lockers in the gym locker room.” Her customer service smile melted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with Sera. If I’m still employed after that, I’d love if you came to my shop again.” She bowed before ushering them out.

Making their way back to the dining hall, they found it empty, save for Ember, who was waiting for them with small sandwiches and salads—apparently already informed of the need to make their lunches light. As they finished eating and prepared to head to the gym, Erica walked up to whisper something in Ember’s ear. The salamander listened and nodded.

“Yes, that can be done. Both will be ready for you when you get there.” She confirmed, still emotionless.

“Cool, thanks! See you tomorrow!” Erica cheerfully waved goodbye as she walked toward the door where the other two were already waiting.

“So, do you even know where the gym is?” Aífe asked.

“I’m betting it works like the other stuff on the first floor. We just walk through those doors while thinking about gyms, and BAM—we’re there.” They wouldn’t have to wait long to test Erica’s hypothesis, as they were already approaching the set of doors on the opposite end of the lobby. The walked through to find a large locker room with another set of double doors on the opposite side, as well as one set of doors each on the other two walls, the one to their left labeled “Gym” and the other labeled "Pool, Hot Tub, Showers, and Sauna.”

“And you’re totally sure you don’t want to just go swimming, instead?” Aífe asked hopefully.

“Nice try, but we’re going to the gym. Besides, we didn’t buy swimsuits, silly.” Erica was quick to shoot her down. They each found the locker labeled with their name, and opened it to find the workout clothes they had purchased only half an hour ago, or so. As they changed, Erica once again felt the effects of her upgrade—while her workout clothes weren’t uncomfortable, per se, they just felt strange to her, like they were just wrong in some intangible way. For the first time, Erica realized that she’d rather be wearing the bunny girl outfit. She looked down at her yoga pants and athletic shorts in disappointment, before shaking her head to clear the funk and regain her focus. Looking to her right, she could see that Aífe and Aoba had finished putting on similar outfits, though they were also wearing light t-shirts over their sports bras (yes, even Aoba wears a sports bra—little boobs need support, too).

Finished changing, Erica led them into the gym, finding a spacious, well-lit, gym with a surprisingly wide selection of very nice equipment. While it certainly couldn’t compete with larger, more well-established gyms, it was nicer than Erica had been expecting.

“Wow, this place is pretty nice.” Erica said after letting out an appreciative whistle. “Shame it doesn’t have a track; I’ll have to ask Sera if there’s somewhere outside that’s good for running. We can make do with the treadmills for today, though.”

“What kinds of **** do you have planned for us, exactly?” Aoba inquired nervously.

“Come on, it’s nothing too bad, I promise.” Erica chuckled. “Today will be pretty light—I just want to get an idea of where you guys are starting at. Once we warm up, I’ll test how much you can bench, maybe have you do a few reps there, and then we’ll run on the treadmills for a bit.”

“Okay, that actually sounds pretty manageable.” Aífe sighed in relief. Erica led the two of them to the bench, gesturing for Aífe to go first.

“Alright, we’re gonna do one rep at a time, and I’ll add some more weight between each rep until you start to struggle.” Erica got into spotting position. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping a close eye on you so I can help if you start to slip. We’ll start with just the bar.” Aífe got under the bar and lifted it from the rack. The first two reps—the bar by itself, followed by the bar with 10 pounds added—went well. At 20 pounds, Aífe could really feel the weight, and at 30 pounds, her arms began shaking. Erica lowered the weight by 5 pounds, which seemed to be at the sweet spot for the time being.

“Okay. The bar is about thirty pounds on its own, so you’re sitting at 55 pounds with the weight added on. A bit low, but not surprising, considering your daily lifestyle.” Erica nodded thoughtfully. “Try to do 5 more reps at that weight, then we’ll call it good for this session.” Aífe did as she was told. Barely finishing the last rep, Aífe set the bar back on the rack with Erica’s help. As Erica removed the weights from the bar, she turned to Aoba. “Alright, your turn.”

Aoba gulped as she laid down, nervous that she’d struggle to lift even the bar on its own. She did the first rep, and—nothing. It was as if the bar was a dinky, 2 pound dumbbell. 10, 20, 30 pounds added, and it was still super easy, barely an inconvenience. Erica kept adding weight, astonished at how much the tiny girl could lift now. Before long, Aoba was officially lifting more than her own body weight. Once she’d reached 150 pounds between the bar and the added weights, Erica shook her head.

“We’re calling it here—any more and I won’t be able to spot you properly, and that’s really dangerous. Hell, you’re already way past where I am. I can only bench about 100.”

“That’s fine. I had started to feel the burn toward the end there, so I’m cool with sticking to that much.” Aoba was excited; she’d always hated it when she’d been **** to go to the gym in school. Everybody would make fun of how weak and tiny she was, but if this was how gym people felt when working out, she could get used to it.

“Alright, go get a drink of water, then we’ll hit the treadmills.” Erica gestured to a pair of water fountains in the corner. They each took a turn, relishing the sensation of ice cold water running down their throats. Once they had all taken turns at the water fountain, they made their way over to the treadmills.

“Okay, you two. I want you both to gradually turn the treadmill up to as fast a speed as you’re comfortable running at, then keep it up for five minutes or until you can’t keep going.” Erica stood between their two treadmills as they started up. Gradually increasing the speed, they were soon both at a run, with Aoba a few miles per hour faster due to her increased leg strength. Erica watched them closely, and waited for signs that they were slowing down. A couple minutes later, Aoba was soaked in sweat and panting heavily, eventually reaching the point that she gave up, and lowered the speed until she was at a stop. At around 4 minutes, Aífe was also **** to throw in the towel, though she wasn’t as out of breath as the petite girl who was now sprawled out on the floor.

“Interesting.” Erica nodded. “Looks like Aoba’s got both of us beat on strength, but you’re better in terms of stamina.”

“Phew, yeah—I honestly expected I’d be where Aoba is right now.” Aífe breathed heavily as she wiped the sweat from her brow. “I’m just glad I’m not coughing my lungs out—I was half expecting my asthma to flare up at the end, there.” She turned to see an appalled look on Erica’s face. Only to be startled when the bunny girl grabbed her shoulders.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you have asthma?!” Erica yelled. “Seriously—if I had pushed you harder, you could’ve ended up in the hospital. Do you even have an inhaler with you?!”

“No, Erica, but I’ve had it under control since I was a teenager.” Aífe shrugged of her friends hands. “You don’t have to worry—I know better than anyone else what my limits are, and I can tell when I’m getting close to triggering it.” She patted Erica’s cheek as she saw tears forming in the bunny girl’s eyes. “Seriously, chill. I know how dangerous it can be, and I would’ve said no if I thought you were pushing me too hard.”

“What about you, Aoba? Don’t tell me that you were also hiding asthma from me.”

“No—just—pushed—myself—too—hard.” Aoba panted. “Shouldn’t have gone that fast. I got carried away. I’ll be fine in a minute.” She weakly gave a thumbs up.

“That’s a relief, then.” Erica threw one last look of irritation in Aífe’s direction before sighing. “I think that about does it for today’s workout session. Now I at least have a reasonable idea of what I’m working with. Come on, you two—let’s get showered off.”

“You too?” Aífe asked. “Do you even need to shower? You didn’t work up a sweat.”

“Do you think I’m just gonna sit in the locker room while two beautiful women are in the next room over, naked and wet?” Erica laughed. “I’m not gonna miss out on that show.” Aífe and Aoba both sighed and shook their heads.

Heading back to the locker room, Erica immediately started to disrobe. The other two, not seeing a point in trying to hide when they were all about to shower anyway, followed shortly, though they were far demurer in their undressing, neither of them nearly as used to being naked around others as Erica apparently was.

Erica showed the Mistress her breasts! +2 VP
Erica showed the Mistress her pussy! +3 VP
First time bonus! +3 VP
Current score: 12 VP

Aoba showed the Mistress her breasts! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
Aoba showed the Mistress her pussy! +3 VP
First time bonus! +3 VP
Current score: 10 VP

Both contestants checked their watches after the ding of their updated scores, only for Erica to furrow her brow and check Aoba’s watch as well.

“Wait a sec… Mallory’s score last night was 10 after she showed you her girly bits, and Aoba’s is, too. Since I had 4 points earlier from playing with your boobs, shouldn’t I be at 14, instead of 12?”

“A good question, Miss Erica.” Sera’s voice startled them for the second time today as she stepped out from behind a set of lockers, now dressed in a sports bra and yoga pants, instead of her usual white dress.

“And one with a simple answer.” Aífe and her two harem members quickly attempted to cover themselves.

“You have got to stop doing that!” Erica shouted in surprise. “Especially when we’re naked!” She looked the Host up and down. “And why are you dressed like that, anyway? Are you hitting the gym after you’re done peeping on us?”

“Oh, no—I merely thought it might be a fun change of pace to switch outfits, since we’re at the gym and all.” Sera smiled whimsically. “But enough about that. As for your question, Miss Aoba and Miss Mallory both earned extra points because it was the first time Lady Aífe had seen their breasts. That doesn’t apply, in your case.”

“What are you talking about? Erica’s never showed me her chest before.” Aífe interjected.

“It would appear you have forgotten. Allow me to replay the event.” Sera pulled a mirror from thin air, and then showed it to the three of them. A video began to play on the mirrors surface, showing a young girl and boy, both about 3 or 4 years old, running around a yard, playing in a sprinkler. A black bar was placed over the girl’s bare chest as censorship, while her father, a mountain of muscle by the name of Mike Andrews, frantically chased his daughter in an attempt to get her to put her shirt back on.

“That COUNTS?!” Erica cried out in shock. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! I didn’t even HAVE breasts back then!”

“I’m afraid that any instance where the nipple can be seen fully counts as showing Lady Aífe your breasts.” Sera nodded solemnly. “I wouldn’t worry about a measly 2 points, my dear. You still have plenty of first times to look forward to with Lady Aífe!”

“I guess, when you put it like that, it doesn’t really matter.” Erica scratched her head. “Ugh, this crap is giving me a headache, let’s just go hit the showers.”

“Do be sure to avail yourselves of the other amenities while you’re in there.” Sera called to them as they walked away. “I imagine a soak in our hot tub would feel lovely on your aching muscles.”

“What are you talking about? We don’t have swimsuits.” Aoba pointed out.

“Clearly you missed the sign, my dears.” Sera pointed to a small sign next to the door to the pool and showers. Swimsuits optional. Please shower before entering the pool, hot tub, or sauna.

“Guess a soak sounds like a pretty great way to kill some time.” Erica mused. “We’ve already seen each other naked, so what’s the harm? Right, Aífe?”

“I feel like I’m being **** into a ‘getting used to being naked around other naked women’ speedrun, but I guess I can’t complain.” Aífe shrugged. “See you tomorrow, Sera.” She waved goodbye to the Host, and Sera waved in kind.

"Oh! One last matter before I forget—you needn't worry about your asthma, anymore."

"What do you mean?" Aífe stopped and turned back to her.

"Part of your transformation, dear. It fixed any ongoing health issues, like your asthma and your sleep apnea."

"So you mean she had me panicking for nothing?" Erica grabbed Aífe's hand. "Guess that means I don't have to worry about going easy on you during our next workout session, huh?" Aífe gulped when she saw Erica's expression. "Next time, you should tell us before I almost have an anxiety attack." The tomboy shouted to Sera as she led the other two through the doors.

They were surprised to find a rather large, indoor pool—it even had a small waterslide, as well as a lazy river. To their right, they found a communal shower big enough for at least 10 people, and to their left were a hot tub and sauna, both somewhat smaller (likely to **** them to sit closer together). They all got in the showers together, pleasantly surprised to find soap, shampoo, and conditioner all provided on a shelf to the side. Scrubbing themselves down, they finished washing up before walking back across to the hot tub. As they approached, Erica stopped before sniffing a couple of times.

“Huh, I don’t think it’s chlorinated.” She bent down to scoop some water up to her mouth, spitting it onto the pavement a moment later. “It’s just plain water. I wonder if they’re using magic to keep it clean.” Shrugging, she lowered herself into the hot water, sighing in relaxation as she did. The other two followed shortly behind her, and they enjoyed a nice, long soak. Ultimately, Aífe wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that both Erica and Aoba kept their hands to themselves.

After spending a long while just getting lost in the relaxing heat of the hot tub, they got out, toweled off, and got dressed in the clothes they had worn before going to the gym, making sure to throw their dirty workout clothes in the provided hamper. Neither Aífe nor Aoba chose to comment on the fact that Erica didn’t bring any of her new clothes with her, and was now back in her bunny girl outfit. Checking the time, they saw that they still had a couple of hours left until they had to retreat to Aífe’s suite for the night. They walked back into the lobby, pondering what they should do next.

“I bet they have a room with a tv, we could always just chill and watch a movie.” Aoba suggested.

Walking back through the double doors, they found a home theater with enough seating for everyone to have a movie night together, if they chose. They were surprised to find a seemingly endless array of choices for what to watch—it appeared they had access to every streaming platform on the market… except Disney+ for some reason. After deliberating for a few minutes, they decided to turn on My Cousin Vinny, as it turned out that Aoba had never seen it. The next two hours flew by, and they returned to the lobby to get ready to split up for the evening—Erica and Aífe bound for the Lily Suite, and Aoba to do as she pleased for the rest of the evening.

“Alright, you two, have fun, but try not to do anything too scandalous—I want her back by midnight, young lady.” Aoba chuckled as she sent them off like a mother chastising her daughter’s date. Erica winked slyly as she stepped into the elevator with Aífe, the doors closing behind them.

Bonus image by Willow Tindersmith