Hot Flash! Gym Rat!

Tony watched the young woman at the elliptical, the darker sweat stains on her exercise pants deepening under the roundness of her ass. Her top was just a tee, loose, but Tony could see the shape of her breasts beneath, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t hide that glorious body.

“She just comes here so guys can gawk at her,” he said, leaning conspiratorially to his workout partner, Ray.

“She has as much right to work out as anybody,” Ray said, but he stole a glance at the voluptuous woman in the midst of her workout.

“I’m not saying she shouldn’t work out,” Tony corrected himself, “I’m just saying that if you’re coming to a gym with a bunch of guys, maybe you don’t dress like you’re looking to get fucked.”

“Just gym clothes,” Ray sighed, and positioned himself on the workout bench. Tony was supposed to be spotting him, and his hands were indeed on the bar above Ray, but his attention was on the girl.

“Gym clothes. Ha. She’s gonna get in trouble one of these days looking like that.”

“Are you spotting me or not?”

“Yeah, sure. Just not right, is all. Making a man all crazy like that.”

Ray went through his set, staining at the last two reps. He could feel the veins in his neck standing out like cords, then moved the weight-laden bar back to the bench and set it in place with a clatter of metal on metal.

Ray stood, wiped his face with a towel, and wound around the bench while Tony took his place. Neither noticed her approaching.

“Telling ya, Ray, girl like that is just here to get the attention.”

“Tony-“

“No, no, I bet if you asked her, and she was honest, she’d tell you she likes the way guys look at her.”

“Excuse me,” the woman said, both of the men jerking their heads toward the stunning woman, who wiped her hands with a hand towel as she approached the edge of their work-out space. A half dozen other men were at various stations, most of them doing cardio on the treadmills or using the tension bars.

“Need a hand?” Ray was the first to respond. Tony was still eye-fucking her and staring with a lopsided grin on his face.

“I needed some of the ten pound weights. The last one over there is cracked. Spare a few pounds for a desperate woman?”

Tony was sitting back up on the bench now, straddling it. “Sure, honey. Need some help spotting?”

“No, thank you, just the weights.” She was smiling still, but there was something concerned flitting behind her eyes. 

“You sure? I mean, you’re here all alone.” Tony was rising. He had the girl by three inches at least, not that he was particularly tall. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I just need the weight, guys,” she repeated, taking an unconscious step away from Tony. Ray watched, ready to intervene if this went past Tony’s usual bullheaded views of women.

“You can have the weights, just answer one question.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

“Be honest. You come here in those tight pants and show that body off to tease us, don’t ya?”

“They’re just my gym clothes. Can I have the weights now.”

“Sure you can, hon. Careful you don’t chip a nail,” Tony said, unashamedly leering at the woman. Her face burned red with either shame or rage, Ray thought, but Tony was not going to back down.

“Here you are. Let me know if you need anything else,” Ray said, dipping to collect a pair of the round weights in hand. 

“Thank you. At least one of you is a gentleman.” 

The pair of men watched her return to her station, pointedly not looking back at them.

“Alright, spot me, Ray. I’ll show that bimbo what a real man looks like working out.”

Ray had already gone, unusually quiet for the back end of their workout. He’d mentioned the girl again as they retired to the locker room, encouraging Tony to make an apology. Tony had no intention of doing such a thing. As far as he was concerned, she had gotten just what she deserved, and maybe got off a little light if he was honest. 

He toweled himself dry before padding to his locker, a white towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his hair as he walked in his flip-flops. He always felt best right after the workout shower, his body thrumming with energy and tired all at once, his body fresh and clean. His cock was nearly at half mast already as he thought about giving one of the girls in his contacts list a call. Bethany was usually good for a late night screw.

Behind him, the locker room door opened. Probably the two men who’d been doing they’re rather un-manly cardio on the other side of the gym all night. Probably queer. 

He pulled a plain white undershirt over his head, the kind that were colloquially known as ‘wife-beaters,’ a name that made him laugh. He stopped short of stepping into his boxer briefs when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but not the squeaking sound of tennis shoes on the floor, but the crisp click-click of a woman’s heels.

He spun and found the girl from the gym standing in front of him, her gorgeous green eyes nearly enflamed with light and color. 

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“You know,” she began, “all I wanted was a workout. Just some time in the gym without some asshole like you spoiling it.”

Tony was stunned by her directness, but also by the way she had cleaned up, her dark hair let down, flowing over the shoulders of an expensive-looking blouse and a tight black skirt that fell to her knees. Her legs were smooth and tan, and propped on four-inch heels that likewise looked pricey. With the flush of her recent workout and the unmistakable rise of her breasts beneath the blouse, Tony’s first and most powerful reaction was pure lust.

The nameless woman glanced down and narrowed her eyes. “You’re not hearing a word I say, are you? Still thinking about how I must have been trying to get attention just because I like taking care of my body. Same as you, or your friend, who was a hell of a lot more of a man than you are.”

“Maybe you’d like to see what kind of man I can be,” Tony grinned. With a tug at his waist, the towel fell, revealing his now-erect member, standing up from his pelvis like a fleshy monument. 

“You’re disgusting,” she hissed. “But lucky for me you’re too stupid to know when you’re in over your head.”

She took a step toward him, shocking him by grabbing him by his shaft, her slender fingers gripping his cock with less than tenderness, but the resulting sensation was still wildly pleasurable. 

“I don’t think you’re any kind of man at all. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I just need a gym partner who is just what you think I am. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he whispered, unsure what he was agreeing to. Her grip on him was tight, but she was moving her hand, stroking him at a maddeningly slow pace.

“You didn’t even ask my name.” She gave him another squeeze for emphasis. “My name is Marla, and I have lived a half-dozen lifetimes thanks to what I know. And what I know is that you have always been the same, you men, but every now and again I meet one like you, one that doesn’t have the common decency to hide his disgusting impulses. I curse you, Anthony Chisolm, I curse you to be the very thing you most desire.”

She released him, leaving him shocked by both the suddenness of her release, the strangeness of her words and the fact that she had somehow known his name.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked. 

“I’m your new best friend.”

Tony blinked, backing away from Marla, who stood watching him as his footing faltered. He guided himself to a seat on the bench between the lockers, his other hand on his forehead. He felt hot all over, like he had been struck with a sudden and savage fever. 

“That’s right, Tony. You can feel it slipping away, can’t you? All that aggression and anger?”

“What are you doing to me?” he tried to ask, but it came out “Uht are oo ooing…?”

“Drip-dripping away. And what’s left is the new you. Do you like it, Tony?”

He struggled to rise again but his limbs felt so heavy. He was weak and helpless, unable to do more than sit and listen as Marla stood over him, mocking him. It was difficult to keep his eyes open. The fever had taken on an intensity that should have made him scream in agony, but his body was too leaden to continue.

An idea popped into his head, bright and happy and pink. It was simple, a singular thought that he wanted to look pretty. It was joined by another. Not just look pretty. Look hot. Sexy. Have all the guys’ eyes on her body.

Her? She wasn’t a her. Tony squinted, trying to correct the pronoun in her own mind, but the feminine moniker would not budge. She was a her! Wait, a girl, not a girl! 

“Stop,” he muttered, trying to will away the impulses.

But that resistance was met by a new wave of thoughts, these emphasizing the first, as if bricks stacked upon a foundation of vain beauty. She shook her head, surprised by the new weight and motion as a long and gently curling mane of platinum blonde hair swung with her head. She felt a spike of panic, then a deep satisfaction at her gorgeous hair, the kind so many bleached to attain. Her face seemed to both stretch and swell, the bones grinding as the upper cheeks rose and left a thinner face, but softly rounded and punctuated with a gently upturned nose and full, plump lips, the kind she knew guys saw and thought of blowjobs. That thought pleased her, too. Blowjobs were yummy.

More energy was returning, but it seemed to be climbing from the top of her skull down her neck, and then settled in her chest. Looking down, she saw the flat, toned chest of a well-built man, but it, too, was shifting and bubbling. She let out a little squeal of delight as teardrop mounds swelled and bounced against her torso, and her hands immediately rose to them, cupping their weight. They were almost preternaturally firm, and the spark of pleasure she received when her fingers over her stiff nipples made her coo.

“Yes, that’s right,” Marla was saying, leaning over Tony as her body continued its rippling changes. “You can feel that, can’t you, you vapid little slut?”

Tony moaned. She could feel it. God, she needed something, but she couldn’t place it. Some undefined urge she couldn’t give name, even while her waist narrowed and her ass filled out to give her curves more definition. 

The nameless need took more shape as Tony’s erection shrank and withered against his pelvis. It was like the most maddening, unscratchable itch between her legs as her cock flattened fully and then bent inward, creating a cleft between Tony’s legs. One hand abandoned her delightful tits to rub the slit forming between her legs, and was quickly rewarded by a rush of lubrication as she discovered the knobby cluster of nerves that sent waves of bliss coursing through her.

She fell from the bench to her knees, hunched over as her hands struggled to keep up with her need to plunge deeper into her wet snatch, and to squeeze her nipples until they stung. She barely noticed how her legs ridded themselves of the coarse, dark hair and thinned, or the way her feet shrank and reshaped into thinner, smaller versions that could be described as dainty.

“You think all women are horny sluts who want to be stared at?” Marla grinned. “Welcome to the rest of your life.”

Toni added weights to the machine Marla sat on, struggling to hold the thing in such a way that it wouldn’t damage her nails. Marla might not care about those things, but Toni was a different sort of girl. While Marla had on her usual yoga pants and a loose tee, a sports bra beneath top contain her ample chest, Toni had only agreed to come to the gym on the promise she could wear what she wanted. Usually the two of them were shopping or having drinks bought for them by fawning guys. Toni liked to think these latter with a surreptitious boob shot or even, in some cases, a sneaky blowjob in the bathroom of whatever club they frequented.

Marla looked down on Toni’s more liberated behavior, but Toni didn’t care. Just like she didn’t care when Marla frowned at her workout attire – a pair of very tight pink short-shorts and a white halter that barely hid the undercurve of her tits. If she was going to be stuck in a stinky gym, she was going to give the boys an eyeful.

Toni bent low as she placed the weight on Marla’s equipment, making sure she directed the generous look at her ass to the guy in the corner on another of the machines, the kind you made butterfly motions in. When she looked back, the guy was definitely staring, and Toni felt her pussy slicken at the thought she might just sneak away to the gym’s locker room and let that young stud slip his cock inside.

“I think this is a good idea,” Marla said, panting between sets. 

“Huh? Why?” Toni was often confused by Marla’s vague statements.

“Nothing. Why don’t you go talk to that guy you’ve been flinging yourself at?”

“You’re okay by yourself?”

“Yes, you slut,” Marla laughed, watching as Toni scurried off to find another partner. She had been right, though. Toni made a perfect distraction.