Upright bike.

You stroll over towards the equipment, sashaying your hips. You see many of the patrons look over to you, even if for a moment, though some struggle to look away. You're the sexist woman in the gym, and it feels amazing. You've never felt something like it before. With many eyes on your body, climb onto one of the upright bikes and place your bottle of water on the floor nearby. This new form of yours feels much more athletic than you used to be, so you decide to try out a heavier workout. You place your hands on the front bars and your rear on the seat, and then begin to jog in place. The burn in your legs feels great!

Not long after, somebody approaches from behind, and mounts the bike directly next to you. It's the young woman from the change room--the short one with long and curly red hair. She's now wearing form-fitting black yoga pants and a sports bra to match. She places her curvy rear on the seat, grabs the bars, and begins to work as well. Then she looks to you with a smile.

"Howdy again. Workin' up a sweat?" she asks.

You nod. "Of course."

As you pedal, you can feel your firmly contained chest bounce up and down, and beads of sweat trickle down your figure, over your curves, and down your body. You notice the woman glancing over to you periodically. It's difficult for her to hide it.

"I'm Alice, by the way," you mention.

She quickly looks away from your hips to your brown eyes instead and tries to seem innocent. "Bailey. Good to meet ya."

You look to her as well. Her chest, while not as perfect as yours, catches your attention as well. You can't help but look to the way her ass shifts and squishes against the seat, and at the twisting of her hips. She has a great body.

"You look pretty darn good," Bailey says. "If I might be so bold. I'm jealous."

"Thank you," you reply with a smirk. "But you look great too, so don't feel bad."

The colour of her hair comes to her cheeks as she looks forward again--smiling. It seems like you made her happy.

After a few more moments, the both of you slow down to a stop. Panting, you look to her as she's resting as well, and you wipe the sweat from your brow. Then you lean down and pick up your bottle of water and begin to drink. Some of the water trickles down your chin, and down your body. Once again, you catch her looking, though you don't blame her. That one was on purpose.

You sigh with relief and wipe your lips before placing the bottle back down.

"That was quite the workout. I'm feeling so hot already. Phew," she says. "Thanks for giving me some company. It's always so lonely working out alone. Wanna stick together?"