Let's Get Physical

I could see Gretchie’s nipples protruding through her white leotard. The sexy gym outfit was sticking tightly around her heavenly body. The way her loins kept peeking through bottom part, it was like I was back in the 80s, watching some spankalicious exercise videos with women prancing around in these teasing spandexes.

Of course Gretchen’s outfit was even more lewd than those. And she knew it. She was so red in the face that it felt like the whole outfit might change color as well. She kept taking only small steps, so that people couldn’t get a clear view of how the outfit was pulling on her crotch with every step. Both of her hands were also bunched up in front of her boobs, so that the oglers wouldn’t get a good look at her tits either.

And there were plenty of oglers. Especially since Gretchen’s ass was still exposed. Both buttocks were clearly visible, with just a thin cloth running between her crack.

Why would I take such a bold move, and make her wear that? Well, I had to take drastic measures to get Gretchen to give up more points. Also, it would’ve been very unlikely that someone here knew who Gretchen was. Janice certainly didn’t. Gretchen was no celebrity, just an editor of a magazine. And based on the fact that nobody greeted her, I think I could safely say she was truly anonymous here.

“Ugh. Seriously?” Janice muttered under her breath, watching the embarrassed Gretchen scamper to the hand weight-lifting area. Other women around Gretchen scoffed as well, while most of the men gave her approving nods. Gretchen definitely wasn’t making any eye contact with them.

“You allow that in your gym?”, I asked Janice.

“…Yeah. We’re pretty liberal. Especially with women. No man is going to tell us what to wear in here.” Yeah, I was aware of it already. I had checked Janice’s gym’s clothing policy on their website yesterday. I just needed to play this like it was a shock to me as well.

I told Gretchen to pretend like she didn’t know me at all. And she was doing a pretty good job, considering she only glanced at me once since she got here.

“But then again, of course there are limits. We always keep our eyes peeled for freaks.”

“You think she’s a freak?”

Gretch was already lifting the weights. The movements she was making really jutted out her tits even more. Her ass was also nicely on display, showing off the muscles in her tight gluteus each time she lifted the tiny handweights in the air.

Already, several men all of a sudden decided to change their current exercise machine to ones that had pretty good viewpoints at Gretchen’s finer assets.

“I don’t know yet. Either way, enough dilly-dallying. Get on the bike.”

I did. Janice started typing in some settings into the machine.

“We’re going to start you off with the medium settings. Not too hard, considering you almost died on that jogging path. That’s it. Start biking.”

So, time to start my actual exercise. Slowly, I got the pedals rolling. It was soon turning into a good pace. It was just too bad I couldn’t see Gretchen from the way the bike was situated.

“Try to keep the pace of 50 RPMs for the next ten minutes. Now remember, this is baby stuff. If you ever want to get stronger, you have to do this dedicatedly for months and months until the routine is in your bloodveins. I’ve seen countless people start doing this and finish for good in a week.”

“You… always… give such an… encouraging speech… to them?”

“Come on. I know you. You don’t care about anything. You didn’t care about your job, so you became a sloppy writer. You didn’t care about your and Michelle’s house, so the place was always a pig sty. It would be the most shocking thing in the world to me if you actually sticked with this.”

She was right. I wasn’t planning on that.

But she was wrong about something. I cared about something now. Making a harem of submissive sex slaves. That’s all the motivation I needed to do anything now.

“This thing is good for your cardio, it burns body fat, bla blaa blaa, the usual spiel. Now, I kept my part of the deal. Start talking. What happened between you and my sister?”

“I think… we’re… getting… back… together,” I said, already feeling a little winded.

“WHAT?” Janice said, way too loudly. She noticed it herself after catching a couple of questioning looks from the patrons around her.

“…Yeah…”

“Tell me what you mean. Immediately,” she said a bit more quietly this time, but the intensity was still there.

“That… was… just… the… beginning.” I had to stop biking for a moment, to catch my breath and talk normally for a while. “You’ll get more of the story if you do your job properly and actually encourage me to get in shape. Like we already agreed upon.” She was almost huffing with anger. “No more blaa blaas, give me the full spiel. Then maybe I’ll continue. After the bikeride.”

She stayed quiet, looking like she wanted to bite my head off.

There’s that impotent rage I always loved seeing. I had information she wanted, so she had to play along.

I started biking again, and after a minute’s worth of silence, she actually started talking about the long-term benefits of exercise biking. (JANICE: +6SP) (-58SP) Like she had probably done thousands of times, only this time she did it through gritted teeth. I even asked her some pointed questions about it, and she had to answer me.

Obviously, I didn’t care about any of this. But it was a good way to start making those points.

Even though in the end I was starting to feel a little out of breath, I managed to keep the RPM around 50. Good, I could be proud of myself. Now I wouldn’t have to exercise for another year.

Except I did, immediately afterwards.

“Okay, now you’re going to bench some weights. Follow me.”

“Weights? Isn’t this… I mean, this is a pretty hardcore routine for a newbie, don’t you think? And now that I think about it, shouldn’t we have started with stretching?”

“Aw, does poor little baby need to stretch? Or do you want to get to those weights and show me what a hulking big man you are?”

Right. It was clear now. This wasn’t the usual newbie course. She gave me these just to troll me. Exercises to keep me away from ever wanting to exercise again. Exercises to would make me feel sore and dead tomorrow.

It seemed like she had no ethics regarding her job.

It was something I could’ve guessed about her already. She was a person who did anything to achieve what she wanted, in her case building a gym emporium. She didn’t care who she had to leave in the dust. And if people bothered her, she would screw them over and make their lives difficult.

She desperately needed to be reigned in. Long ago.

Well, I might be late, but I’m here now.

While moving to the bench press section, I saw that Gretchen had moved on as well. She was on the stair-master now.

Her body was glistening with sweat. Since so much of her skin was visible, it somehow made it look extra sexy. And her ass on the stair-master… oh man. They way each buttock rotated and went up and down… It was like a hypnotic pendulum.

The crowd around her was getting bigger. I’m pretty sure Gretchen just pretended they weren’t there, and focused on stepping up one foot after another.

She sure was sweaty. In fact, the leotard was turning a little bit more see-through because of the moisture. I didn’t know it would do that. If you stood really close to her, it was almost like you could see her nude tits already. The red of the nipple was peeking through.

One extra beautiful droplet of sweat traveled all the way through her left buttcheek, and… Wait, focus. Janice was waiting for me near the bench press.

“It’s going to be harder to exercise if all your blood is packed around your crotch. Lie down here, pervert.”

I was a little more aware of my growing bulge now, but I successfully willed it away.

I lied on the table. Janice was standing on the side, next to me.

“Okay. So. What exactly makes you think that the two of you are getting back together?”

“I’ll tell a little after each lift.”

Janice began quickly adding weights on the bar.

“It’s going to be around 180 pounds. It’s a good beginner weight.”

It probably wasn’t.

Yup.

I felt it immediately, as I grabbed the bar. The whole thing almost fell on me. And I could see the smirk on Janice’s face.

“I see. Well, I haven’t coached anybody below the beginner class, so just try to deal with it.”

What a totally evil bitch.

She was expecting me to keep lifting the weight now, did she?

“Well? Come on! You’re not that weak!”

Yeah, I could lift this at least a few times. I powered up my forearms, and pressed the bar in the air. Quite sufficiently. Then I let it settle near my chest again.

“Okay. That was one. Talk.”

“Fine. Just remember, that you asked for this. Every detail I’m about to tell you is integral. Understand?”

“Get on with it already.”

“Okay. Michelle has these red thongs. You’ve probably never seen them. Anyway they’re extremely naughty. She doesn’t like wearing them because they make her feel so… dirty.”

“What the fuck? I didn’t need to know that!”

“I told you… every detail is important. Anyway… that was the first part.” Damn. The weight was starting to press down on me.

“So? Lift again then.”

“Hey… as my trainer… you need to encourage me after each lift. And that’s all I want.. to hear from you. Just… encouragement. Otherwise… remain quiet or I won’t tell you anything.”

I could hear her gritting her teeth once again.

“Hey. Come on. You can do it. Lift.” (JANICE: +3SP) (-55SP)

Good enough. I gathered my energy and soon it was in the air again.

Then, I let it slowly return down.

“So anyway, I accidentally saw her in the thong. Maddy was away that day. And that’s not all. She was wearing the thing and looking at herself in the mirror.”

Janice groaned. Understandable. Who wanted hear that kind of stuff about their own sister?

I didn’t continue. Chapter two was over. Janice would have to encourage me again.

How desperately did she really need to know about what happened between us?

“…L-Lift. Do it. Keep going.” (JANICE: +3SP) (-52SP)

One lift later, I was ready to return to my story.

“Well, she saw me as well. And got unreasonably angry. She practically threw everything in the house at me. While still wearing that tiny thong.”

This one wasn’t as raunchy as the previous one, and had a twist to it. It was easier for Janice to ask me to continue.

“Come on. Get it up. High in the air. You can do it.” (JANICE: +1SP) (-51SP)

“You know what, I didn’t believe in that one, Janice. I need to see you to believe you. Come stand here at the end.”

She lifted her eyebrows. That was a precarious position to stand in, and she knew it. If she stood near my head, not only was her crotch near my face, but I could have a nice view of her b-sized tits.

“I don’t think so, Jack.”

“Too bad. I guess story time is over.”

I was beginning to lift the bar back to its holsters, but she stopped me doing that with her hand.

“Jack, if you have done something evil to my sister…”

“Well, you’ll never know, will you? Maybe the whole thing’s just in my head? Or maybe we’re eloping any day now? I guess you’ll find out at the same time as others will.”

Janice pushed the bar back to my stomach. It almost hurt.

“Lift.”

“Go stand in the correct position.”

She huffed and breathed out angrily, but gave in. Soon the voluptuous body was in my sights. Her body looked like a mountain you could climb. I was close enough to see even the smallest jigglings of her breasts.

“Lift, you shit!” (JANICE: +6SP) (-45SP)

Nice amount of points. Didn’t even mind the swearing.

Soon the fourth lift was over. My arms were already beginning to wane.

“Then… Michelle picked up something sharp. A knife. It was actually scary. I mean I didn’t think she would actually kill me, but she had a strange gleam in her eyes.”

“Lift. Lift. Lift!” (JANICE: +1SP) (-44SP)

Her shouting became so angry and tense that her whole body shook. Even her tits swayed from side to side.

The fifth lift. I was already about to reach my limit.

“Then a weird thing happened. She used the knife to cut her thong off.”

That was all she would get for the fifth part. I could see Janice once again debating with herself whether she should continue.

“L-lift!” (JANICE: +3SP) (-41SP)

Yeah, this was going to be the final lift. I was beat.

“Then she… kneeled down. It was weird. She opened up her pussy folds, looked at me with lust in her eyes and asked… ‘Do you think I’m dirty… daddy?’”

“Get out of my gym.”

“What?”

“If you’re not going to tell me truth what happened between you two, the deal is off.”

“That is the truth.”

“Yeah right. Get the fuck out.”

And then she just stormed away. Leaving me with the weight.

I still managed to put it back to its holster, but with great effort.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole thing. I got a lot of points out of Janice, and perhaps that was the point? And I have to admit, I enjoyed making her have to listen a stupid little erotic story I made about her sister.

Janice should probably have a trait by now.

As I picked up my phone, I turned my eyes towards Gretchen.

She had moved on to the hip abduction machine.

Which was glorious. Every movement exposed her sweaty crotch area to the entire gym.

And her leotard was pretty goddamn see-through already, thanks to all the sweat.

This was one of my orders as well. No way she would have chosen that machine voluntarily.

Now. Everything was set up. It was time to see if I could get at least one precious point out of her.

I texted her. I had also told her to keep her phone with her at all times, even though she didn’t really have pockets or anything.

She picked up the phone next to her and saw my message.

“After every stretch, do a sexual moan. Each one a little bigger than the last.”

She actually covered her mouth with her hand. She was that shocked.

Would she do it?

Would she totally debase herself to these strangers?

I watched with rapt attention as she got back on the machine. And I wasn’t alone. The big crowd was still stealing glances at her bouncing tits and pussy every chance they got.

The first stretch she did was silent.

What the fuck? Was she able to disobey me?

Then my worries disappeared.

The next stretch was accompanied by a small “ah.” (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+95SP)

Embarrassing enough to earn a point. Fuck yeah.

Even with all the noise in the gym, I had a feeling like everybody heard it. It wasn’t a usual exercising sound. This one was clearly had a sexual hint to it.

A lot of heads were turning.

Then, another stretch, and a little louder “aaah!”

It was clear. This was sexual.

Many people stopped their exercise and just stared at her. I heard a lot of muttering and “what the fucks”. The crowd around Gretchen stopped pretending to work out and just turned all their attention to her.

Gretchen, for her part, was most likely thinking she was somewhere else. She just kept her eyes closed. But I knew better. Her nipples were erect and I could see her pussy glisten through the leotard.

Then came the third stretch.

“AAAAAHHH! UUUH!”

It was surreal. She was practically putting on a sex show for everybody. Moaning at same time as her legs parted and thrusted her forward. I could hear the angry talk get louder, while some people were whooping like this was something super special. Because, hey, it was.

Not every day you see a formerly proud editor of a major magazine completely humiliate themselves in front of a crowd of sweaty strangers.

Gretchen was gearing up for a fourth one. Oh boy.

“AAAAAAAAA-“

“HEY! YOU! SHUT UP FREAK! We don’t allow this sort of behavior at our gym. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Janice was there like a commander on the front line. Ruining my fun, as always. Even a shocked Gretchen had to open her eyes, and start muttering quiet apologies. Some people were cheering Janice, some booing. Either way, I had enough of her. I scrolled through the app to find her profile.

And there it was. A new trait. Excellent.

-FITNESS MANIAC-

ROUTE A –EMPATHY

-HERE’S HOW YOU DO IT-

The user is able to ask for the subject’s help or expert opinion for any physical activity. It will be a lot easier for the subject to agree. The higher their submission score, the more likely they will be to agree. For example: Asking for their help to masturbate properly.

ROUTE B –PERVERSION

-SO UNHEALTHY…-

Laziness, sloppiness and unhealthy living will become the subject’s new kink. And only in regards to the user. If the user is lazy, has bad athletic skills, eats unhealthy food or lives an unhealthy, hedonistic lifestyle, the subject will find this unbearably sexy and will be hugely aroused by it.

Fucking nice. I think loved both of these options.

Janice was currently still berating poor Gretchie.

Let’s make this more fun.

I sent Gretchen another text message.

“Cum.”