A little karma at the gym

Greta walked through the doors of the Elite Fitness gym, feeling completely out of place. Partially because she had only been in a gym a few times, but mostly because this wasn’t your typical YMCA. Just the big white doors with golden trim screamed at Greta that she wasn’t allowed.

Greta walked through the front doors, and saw a guy and girl standing behind the reception desk. Both looked to be trainers at the gym, but currently working the front desk. The girl was petite with curly blonde hair. She wore skimpy yellow shorts that accentuate her small ass, and a blue tank top that covered her modest breast. The guy on the other hand wore a sleeveless shirt to show off his muscles and a pair of grey sweatpants.

Greta walked up to the front desk, but the two employees didn’t acknowledge her presence. The girl’s fingers danced across the man’s chest, as her other hand twirled her hair. The man showed only slight interest in the obvious flirting.

Greta was still the shy girl she always was, no matter the events of the last few days, and stood there for a full minute before saying, “Excuse me, can I have a guest pass?”

The girl quickly turned around with a look that could kill. “Ya, we don’t do guest passes for people like you,” she spat, eying Greta head to to toe.

The nerdy girl’s hand gave a barely noticeable wave. Immediately the bitchy blonde’s tight shorts and white thong shot down to her feet. She released an loud scream, as her wildly unkempt black bush was exposed to the guy she was flirting with. Her pubic hair was soaking wet with her feminine juices, as talking to the guy had clearly turned her on. Her white thong had a thick yellowish white stain on the front.

“Damn you’re leaking like a faucet. Probably should consider a little maintenance on that rat nest if you ever wanna fix that problem,” Greta said.

“Haha Britt, I agree with her. That’s pretty gross,” the guy laughed.

The bottle blonde pulled up her pants and started running away crying. That was until her shorts and thong flew down to her feet again causing her to trip. Britt was on all fours, displaying her tiny white booty to Greta and the guy.

“Jesus Britt even your asshole is hairy,” the guy laughed again.

The fake blonde pulled up her shorts, and again took off running. The guy was now uncontrollably laughing.

“So can I get a guest pass now,” Greta asked the guy.

“Just go in,” the guy laughed, as her took out his phone and began texting someone.

Greta walked into the gym. She saw a lot of attractive individuals working out, but her mind was only set on one. Greta finally saw her in the open area near the weight room. Chelsea Arlington, as usual, was dressed to the nines. She wore a pair of tight white yoga pants and a purple long sleeve top. Her the expensive clothing hugged her body perfectly, clearly making her the center of attention at the gym.

Greta smiled as she flexed her hand in preparation. She watched as Chelsea began climbing the rope. Greta was about to twitch her hand before she got knocked to the ground with the **** of a mac truck.

“Move nerd, make room for the people that actually use the gym.”

Greta looked up in frustration at the individual that delayed Chelsea’s karma comeuppance. Greta recognized the woman that had knocked her over. It was Tanya Winters, one of the most famous Instagram fitness models in the world. She had over 4 million followers, and with her fake bimbo tits and ripped body there was little question why. She was also known for bullying overweight people online. Her most recent PR incident came when she took a naked picture of a fat girl in the shower, and posted it online with the caption, ‘Kill me if I ever look that gross.’ Tanya was currently wearing a pink frayed top, and what can only be described as a pair of white underwear. ‘Guess when you're a famous Instagramer you can wear anything.’ Greta thought to herself.

“Got something to say tubby,” Tanya asked, as she saw the frustration in Greta’s face. “That’s what I thought.”

Greta watched Tanya walk over to Chelsea. The bullying socialite mocked pushing someone, and at that both women started laughing. The two snobs made their way to the weight section of the gym, and proceeded with their workout. Greta watched Chelsea and Tanya treat the workout area like their own personal gym; never putting the weights back, taking up multiple areas at once, and bitching at people if they were taking up the best lighting spots.

Greta looked at Chelsea and gave a quick wave of her hand. Immediately a line of sweat appeared down the crack of her ass. Sweat began to pour down her forehead. The light purple material underneath her breast and arms were now a sweaty dark purple. Chelsea looked around a little nervously. Making sure no one was looking, Clayton High’s Queen Bee took a subtle sniff of her armpit. She gave an expressive grimace, and quickly removed her nose from the stinky armpit. Chelsea got up, and quickly walked to the drinking fountain across the gym. Greta was lucky enough to catch a whiff of Chelsea’s terrible B.O. as she unknowingly walked past.

Greta then turned her attention to Tanya. She was in the middle of doing some dumbbell rows, and sticking her ass out to an exaggerated level. She gave a quick smile to a cute guy that was checking her out. Greta waved her hand, and Tanya released a silent but deadly fart. The fitness model blushed, but played it off. That was until the smell made it’s way over to the guy. He gagged, as Tanya’s protein fart invaded his nostrils. Tanya, trying to save face walked over to the guy. She plugged her nose, and pointing at a woman working out near them.

While both were laughing at the women, Greta waved her hand again. Pppppfffffffrrrrtttt Tanya’s hands grabbed her ass, as her fart reverberated through the gym. Her face turned a deep shade of scarlet, as she froze. The guy's mouth just fell open in shock until he started laughing.

At that moment Chelsea returned, but was quickly shuffled away, by Tanya, to the cable crossover machine. Greta continue to watch, waiting for the right time to strike.

Chelsea was in the middle of doing a set of muscle up on the pull up bar when she noticed an attractive man watching her beautiful ass. Chelsea paused at the top of her set. She gave the guy a wink, and stuck her ass out a little more. The guy and most of the gym were focused on Chelsea’s perfect ass in her tight white leggings.

Greta saw this as the perfect opportunity, and waved her hand. Ppppprrruuuuutttt Chelsea released a loud fart, and a dark brown stain appeared in the center of her white yoga pants. Panicking and wanting to hide her shit stained pants, Chelsea dropped from the pull up bar and turned in mid air. Unfortunately for the snob her bright pink thong got caught on the pull up bar. Chelsea’s body seem to drop in slow motion until she bungeed back up. The high pitch scream drew everyone’s attention, as Chelsea was caught in a hanging wedgie. At that moment Chelsea’s white leggings shot down her legs. Her expensive looking pink thong dug deep in her pussy with the word ‘Princess’ diamond encrusted on its front. The back of her thong stretch to mid back, and completely covered in brown bitchy girl waste.

Chelsea was crying and kicking her legs like a child throwing a tantrum, as she dangled in the air. Her once pristine white leggings were sent flying in the air, eventually landing in the hands of the guy she was showing off for. "Oh my god, fucking gross. What the hell did you eat," the guy said in between dry heaves.

Chelsea's face, if posible, went even redder with embarrassment, as she continued to kick. One of her kicks caught Tanya directly on her enhanced breast. The ****, with some supernatural help, caused Tanya’s frayed top to rip. Her fake tits popped free, exposing them to the entire gym. The fitness model was sent screaming into the cables of a leg extensions machine, which was currently being used by a scrawny man. The man was taken by surprise, and dropped the weight. Unfortunately for Tanya, her silicon chest were resting under the lifted weight. In horror she watch the weight fall, and squash her fake tits.

“Ahhhh fuck my beautiful tits!!! Get it off,” Tanya screamed.

The man immediately realized his mistake and lifted the weight off Tanya’s breast. As Tanya was removing herself from the machine the man yelled, “Cramp.”

Tanya tried to move fast, but she wasn’t quick enough. The weight fell back down again, and smashed the bitchy Instagramer’s nipples. Tanya screamed, as she tried to pull away. Her nipples stretched around an inch before she escaped, and was sent stumbling back directly underneath the hanging Chelsea.

The snobby Queen Bee was whining in pain. Greta watched with a huge smile before giving her hand another little wave. At that moment Chelsea’s thong gave a little rip, and without warning the blonde was sent plummeting to the ground. The pink thong burned her ass and pussy on the way down. Chelsea’s perfect shit covered ass fell directly onto her friends face. The sweaty poop covered thong just hung from the pull up bar proudly displaying the word ‘Princess’.

"Looks like Princess is going to need her maid to wash her panties," said a woman who was slightly overweight.

"You do know normal adult don't just shit themselves rights? You should probably get that checked out," said a older gentleman.

Chelsea moaned in pain and humiliation, as she lost control of her bladder. Piss flowed from her completely shaven pussy onto Tanya’s abused fake tits.

“Get the fuck off of me you cunt.” Tanya screamed, but it was muffled by Chelsea’s ass.

Both women struggled to their feet. Tanya was only wearing her skimpy white bottoms. Her beautiful face covered in brown shit marks, urine dripping from her silicon chest, and her tits pulsated in pain.

Chelsea on the other hand was naked from the waist down. The pain in her ass and pussy caused her to wimpier, while shit was still evident on her backside.

“You did this to me, you bitch,” Tanya yelled at Chelsea, flicking some poop from her face while holding her breast in pain.

“What,” Chelsea said, but before she could react Tanya gave her a big shove. Unfortunately for Chelsea, she was standing in-front of a weight tree. She stumbled backwards, and her asshole was penetrated by one of the pegs.

Chelsea’s eyes widened in pain, as no sound came from her open mouth. Her legs went limp in pain, putting all her weight on the peg that was up her ass. Due to the fact that a couple of entitled snobs didn’t put their weights back, the weight tree was already off balance. Chelsea’s body caused the weight tree to tip over. She fell to the ground closely followed by the gym equipment. The peg was driven even further up Chelsea’s ass pinning her to the gym floor.

“Ahhhhhhh it’s fucking my ass!!!!” Chelsea screamed unable to move. “Someone help me, I’m Chelsea fucking Arlington!!!”

“Serves you right bitch for what you did to my perfect tits,” Tanya said, rubbing her swollen nipples.

“Hey Tanya, looks like your Instagram is taking off,” a guy said as he held up his phone recording everything.

“Ahhh!!” Tanya took off running, fake tits barely bouncing, and as she exited the lifting area her feet got mysteriously tangled. She tripped into the sauna, as a woman was exiting. Tanya’s prized breast were flattened onto the hot coals.

“Ahhhhhhhh fucccckkkkkk my tits!!!” Tanya screamed, jumping and holding her burnt chest. In mid hopped her white bottoms fell to her feet, reveling her completely waxed pussy. The underwear tangled around her feet, and caused her to fall backwards ass first onto the hot coals. “Ahhhh my ass.” Tanya shrieked, jumping off the hot coals. Unfortunately for the Instagramer, her muscular ass accidentally squeeze one of the coals between her cheeks.

While this was happened, two employees helped Chelsea up from underneath the weight tree. Her asshole now gaping wide open. The whole gym was laughing at the humiliated bitchy Chelsea Arlington.

“Fuck you all. I’m Chelsea Arlington. You all just wish you could be me.” At that point Greta final stepped in-front of the bitching blonde. Chelsea made eye contact with Greta. “You, you fucking did this to me you fat ugly cunt.” Greta just smiled. “No matter what happens to me you will always lose. I’m rich and beautiful, while you will always be a pathetic insignificant worthless piece of shit on the bottom of m...”

Greta waved her hand, as she heard enough. Chelsea stopped in mid sentence, as a wave of pleasure overcame her. Seconds later the Queen Bee experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. Cum squirted from her pussy, as her knees went weak. She fell onto all fours panting like the bitch she was. With another wave of her hand, Greta looked at Chelsea with a huge grin. Suddenly and uncontrollably, the Queen Bee shot gallons of watery diarrhea out of her ass. The sound of her whining was barely audible over her loud expulsions of gas.

At that moment Tanya came hobbling out of the sauna screaming her head off. A hot coal was evident between her asscheek. Tanya blinded by pain, was unaware of Chelsea in front of her. The fitness model slipped on Chelsea’s feminine juices and diarrhea. Falling backwards, her foot accidentally delivered a hard kick into Chelsea’s sopping pussy with a loud squelching sound. Tanya continued to fall on her ass, as the hot coal was driven up her asshole.

Both women passed out from a mixture of pain and humiliation, as Chelsea continued to shit all over Tanya and herself. Greta snuck out of the gym, while everyone else was recording the two humiliated bitches. And somehow Chelsea’s beloved once white, now shit-stained leggings found it’s way shoven into her widely opened mouth.