https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43623032 – Art and link to the Artist Puptini!
“Yeah, all the way dude! Come on bro! Almost there!” Muscles bulging, men grunting… Chalked fingers squeezed around iron bars bending by the bare weight they held. Veins bulged and his face reddened as he lifted higher and higher from the beetle level squat he had taken whilst his bro cheered him on loudly like someone cheering on the first airplane taking flight. Just a little
He shouted over the modern rock tune as it blasted guitar over tight dry kick drums “Come on bro! BRO! Do it, you got this!”
And with a resounding HWUAH he raised his hands over his head and lifted the weights to victory. The pair broke out into rapturous applause and the muscle bound buffoon threw his weights on the ground, floor be damned he was a Hercules!
Jenna huffed as she watched this display through the full-sized window, gripping her gym bag in front of her like it had just gotten heavier. Her fingers curled through the handles of her bag and her eyes looked away as she bit her lip. I hate this place already, she thought.
Through the door she went all the same… The air conditioning was so high she could feel her knees start to lock up and feel the last bit of warmth from the sun and humid air outside vanish as the automatic doors slid shut behind her. She flashed her phone screen to the badge scanner and went through the entrance desk area without speaking to a human.
This was her personal hell.
Lined up on every treadmill and elliptical were people in various states of fitness but all of them moved in hellbent ways. Racing and pushing, they filled the generic music blaring over the speakers with the thunderous percussion of their equipment’s mechanics but nothing was more offensive to Jenna than the try-hards. With the weights maxed out and their hype squad broccoli haired and fired up to worship, they made up about 80% of her discomfort beyond the industrial fit farm vibes the whole place gave off. Jenna ducked in to the back in to the changing room and picked a corner where she didn’t mind changing in to her fitness gear.
All she wanted to do was burn some Holidays flab and get back to her comfort range. Already had a diet sorted, already set up over there, just had to pair it up with some light exercise. The battle plan was obvious. She was going to get out there in her little outfit she thought was pretty cute actually, she was going to do some basic aerobics and weight training, and then she was going to get out of here, and good lord is she not going to use the gross showers here no matter what. That’s all she had to do.
Soon as she left the changing room her ears were barraged with grunting and contained yells. She rolled her eyes at how obnoxious this place was. Her walk to the treadmill… was interrupted as she saw the source of these sounds.
Her hair was snowy white with two horns sticking out through the heavy curtain and long sharp and fluffy white and purple furred ears sticking out the sides of her head. Her eyes were sharp and purple and her mouth filled with shark sharp teeth. “Ten… eleven…” She strained out her count as her shoulders locked back to the sides of her bench and her chest was pushed out. Her arms lifted the heavy weights forward and she adjusted before it could press back against her breasts as she lowered her arm.
Sweat craned across her abs like a river rushing through the mountains. And tucked away in her shorts, and the place that held Jenna’s eyes for a little too long, was something big and bulging and two somethings hanging and threatening to break through her tight shorts.
The woman pushed one more time and then returned the weights to their resting place. She wiped sweat from her forehead and huffed a little cloud of purple breath. Her eyes locked on Jenna and instantly the gym newbie felt her entire being shrink, like an ice cube dropped in boiling water.
“You like to watch?” The woman asked.
“H-huh?”
“I said you like to watch, right?” She grabbed her towel from the side and wiped off her face. “Well, you can watch me. I’m doing another set. Count me.”
“R-right!” She didn’t have it in her to disagree, she couldn’t imagine arguing or saying no with this… this strong person.
Slowly, the dragon woman lifted the weights back up. Jenna felt the need to check… she counted the weights and figured it was like 350 pounds? The amount of weights on either end of the rod was ridiculous. She looked around at all the grunting goons and lifting buffoons and none of them even came close. The guy by the window who she disdained was hardly doing 200 by her quick glance.
Why did she feel some sort of weird little pride swell up in her? She counted the third rep and felt her heart swell. She was with the strongest person in this gym and they were lavishing attention on her. The dragon lifted again and again and loyally Jenna counted, every number sounding more and more reverent.
She ate up, eyes constantly glancing over the woman’s abs as they tensed up and how her body moved with the insane weight she was lifting. Sweat dripped over the woman’s forehead and Jenna gulped.
It was hard to get the breath out. “8… 9…” She shivered and rubbed her thighs together and squirmed. “10…” She watched the lifting continue. “11… 12… 13…” She huffed a little herself, trying to look away but she had to watch to confirm the height of the lift and the exact moment to count. “14… 15… Oh!” The woman then thrust the weight back on to the hold and cracked her neck loudly.
“Argh… 15 isn’t bad…” She looked at Jenna and gave a slight grin. “Towel me, arms need to rest.”
“Oh… I mean I…” Jenna was already bending over to grab the towel as a little nub of a tail started to grow out of Jenna’s rear, pushing the top of her shorts down just a smidge. “Yes mam!”
Her mouth watered. She lifted the towel from the side on the floor, bending to show the little tear drop tail pushing out of her. She hovered over the woman and began to towel off her forehead and move slowly across her face.
“Riza, by the way,” The woman said. “My name is Riza. You new around here?”
“Uh-huh…” Jenna hated how shy she sounded but it was either stammer or drool. She lowered the towel across Riza’s sides now. This dragon woman wore a tight top that showed every inch of lower body muscle and Jenna couldn’t stop staring…
Her fingers pushed against the thin fabric of the towel and felt the muscles beneath. Abs hardened in anticipation of her touch and the towel glided across the tight pack of bumps and declines. When she reached the lowest region right beneath Riza’s belly the dragoness didn’t even hint at any disomcort. In fact, that bulge inside her shorts began to throb more blatantly. Jenna stared at it in utter disbelief and enthralled exhilaration and her own loins felt a tad strange. Her tail grew out steadily bigger and her hands were now covered in scales. This was when she noticed what was happening to her as she stared down at her claws now pushing in against the towel and ripping in to it.
Riza noticed as well. She grabbed the towel and pushed it aside. “Seems like my curse is affecting you.”
“C-curse?” She stammered out.
The dragoness nodded as she reached forward and grabbed the back of Jenna’s head. All the resistance in her neck vanished as Riza guided her steadily forward until her lips were pressed against Riza’s navel. Jenna should’ve said something, should have protested this whole arrangement and yet she let Riza do it without anything even nearing protest. Riza purred, “I have a curse that made me a dragon. When I do extreme physical labor or get angry I turn even more into a dragon. And it looks like… the more you look at me and see a powerful monster that you love and want to worship the more you turn into a horny little monster yourself. I’m a dragon so you must be a kobold.”
“W-what the hell is a kobold?” Jenna shuddered the words out. Her lips parted and her tongue did all of the work.
Riza slowly slid up, now sitting at a slight angle so that Jenna’s work was disrupted. A deep recess of ab nearly squeezed around her tongue. Riza used her tail to swat Jenna closer so she was standing between both of her toned legs.
And that grin… Riza’s face had a terrible teethy grin that looked like it could rip into meat and churn bricks into sand. “You don’t know? Thought everyone was dorks anymore. Kobold are these horny little sycophant lizards…” Jenna felt some of her height vanish. The woman she was staring down was already taller than her but that great difference only deepened further. Sweat dripped down Jenna’s face but it was nothing compared to Riza’s stomach or even comparable to that throbbing bulge in her gym shorts. No… the gym shorts were falling. Riza’s tail had pushed into the hem and began to tug them down…
And Jenna was brought in closer then, forced to crawl forward and push her face in to Riza’s abs again. “Kobold are loyal,” Riza purred, “To their dragon. They are obedient to a fault and too stupid to think without their owners. I could sure as hell use a few and was wonderin’ when my curse would finally make some. You know what this means?”
The poor girl’s face stretched into a pink scaled muzzle as she pushed her head subconsciously into the dripping cage of muscle. They were firm discs of muscle located just beneath the surface of that oven hot skin. Jenna gulped. “W-what… what does it mean…?”
“It means that congrats, you are the first girl to simp for me so bad that you got cursed too. You were destined to be here between my stomach and my legs, to be trapped in my command. Now, lick.”
Jenna’s maw opened as her teeth grew sharp. She spread her forked tongue out and licked those abs clean. Riza did a sit up suddenly, her firm muscles squeeeezing tight and pushed against her. Jenna was swallowed up like someone caught between two sides of a folding mattress. Riza fell back, Jenna’s face now transformed even further. She struggled to form thoughts. And then Riza sat up again and back down. Jenna couldn’t even remember the last thing she was thinking. And then again. Her eyes were dizzy, her body so horny, so so so needy… And again… and again…
The kobold fell to her knees and eagerly pushed her clawed pink fingers into Riza’s shorts. Riza smiled. “Do it. Claim your reward. The gym works me up something fucking fierce. So help me.”
“Of courssseee…” The kobold hungrily hissed steam through her maw and tugged down sharply. The slick material of the shorts slid against Riza’s toned legs and fell to her ankles. A fat purple monster slapped the girl right on her maw. Two fat balls padded her cheeks with musk and need. The girl screamed in her mind, the eager servant looking up at Riza with so much love and obedience. “You’re so big… so nice!”
Now the dragoness was standing. Her hand dug in to Jenna’s hair and squeezed her forward. “Less talk. More work. Be good and we’ll get you some ice cream after this.”
“Hhhh yesssssss!” Jenna opened her mouth and took that monster forward. Her tongue squished up against the underside. Pre flavored her salty obsession as her throat braced for the pressure. The head pushed down and spread her in a way that felt both concerning and exciting. Could she manage? That was the thrill as was knowing that Riza would be rough and wouldn’t slow unless it meant her selfish pleasure would be interrupted. That was what she wanted. Jenna wanted to be her mistress’s pleasure, uninhibited, unlimited. Let all the tryhards see what a real winner looked like. Let them see how Riza took what she wanted and won every time.
THWAP THWAP! If there was a lunk alarm for this it’d be going off hard right now. Riza grabbed the back of Jenna’s head and made a show of her merciless she was, how happy she was to thrust down her spotting partner’s throat relentlessly. The kobold was built for it, a scaley short stack with so much padding and scaley armor that she could take even more no doubt. She felt those claws race across the seams of her scales and felt a thrill red as blood. Everything was perfect from the slightest trickle of pain when her mistress squeezed a touch too hard to the scent of a strong woman in her peak exhaustion… If this was what Riza fucked like when she was sore? Tired? Imagine, little kobold, what she does when she’s just getting started…
Jenna’s throat was filled. Riza gave no alert and filled her kobold’s mouth with her seed. Jenna tried to swallow it but most of the seed was already spilled past the threshold of her tongue. What she felt in her maw was the overflow. Jenna felt so good, she just wanted to stay like this… forever… and…
And when she awoke she was on a couch she didn’t recognize. And she was naked. She grabbed her head, the ache something fierce. She went to ask where she was but her throat was insanely sore. Wherever she was it was… nice? Some rich girl’s place most likely. Expensive fabric adorned the couch she was passed out on. The living room had windows that overlooked the city she lived in.
She lunged over and grabbed her phone only to find a sticky note on it. She read it over:
Hey, you became my minion while spotting my weight lifting. Took you back to my place to get you showered. We have an arrangement now. Here’s my phone number:
Jenna grunted and checked her phone. Sure enough… there were a few photos of a kobold that looked quite a bit like her… She sighed. “Hate the gym… oh my god I hate it so much…” She shook her head and then turned on to her side.
“But…” She smiled. “I… I am willing to do it for her…” Her tail started to grow as she thought about how eager she was to serve again…