"Ugh, where'd this come from?"
Shalendris frowned, grabbing the small bit of fat that had accumulated around her midsection. Looking at herself in the mirror, it seemed as though
all
of her had filled out. Her curves were quite nearly exploding out of the tight lacy bra and panties she wore. Of course, the night elf had always been extremely blessed in that department, but the last few months of peace following the Legion's defeat had allowed her more rest than she was accustomed to.
And food. Oh, she had sampled a few too many of Stormwind's baked goods, that was now evident.
She wasn't
fat
by any stretch of the imagination, but there was an added bit of padding there that she was somewhat uncomfortable with.
There's nothing wrong with being a little... larger...
she told herself reassuringly, turning around and inspecting her ass in the mirror.
But I'd like it if I didn't have to change my entire wardrobe.
And while the druidess was known for her form changing after exposure to various types of magical energy, such situations were rarely permanent.
Due to the elf's ever-changing physiology, Shalendris had managed to get her hands on a few articles of clothing that would adapt to her growing and shrinking curves. Yet, these were expensive, and the rate at which she changed sizes was quite taxing on the enchantments woven into the cloth's fibers.
She sighed, then turned back to face the mirror, inspecting herself once more. "I suppose," she said to no one in particular, "it could be worse."
Shalendris unhooked her bra, sighing in satisfaction as she felt the restrictive garment loosen. Tossing it aside, she looked down at her enormous chest. Even the word seemed like an understatement given the sheer size of those mountainous orbs, those fat fucking titties, those gigantic elven milkers. They did bring her a sense of pride, and she enjoyed their size, even if they did restrict her somewhat in the activities she could accomplish.
The elf reached up, cupping them both together in her hands, squeezing gently. They jiggled under her touch, the abundant flesh overflowing from between her fingers. She lifted them up, parting them to get a look at her stomach from another angle, frowning at the sight of the fat that had accumulated there.
Without bothering to put her bra on again, she let her massive melons fall free, slapping heavily against her ribcage and stomach before settling once more.
Shalendris sighed again, knowing full well how much work it would take to get rid of that fat. She much preferred the quiet of her living room and the warmth of a cup of tea to the sweat and effort of working out. But she knew she needed to get in shape. Ever since the Kaldorei had lost their immortality, small signs of that truth had begun popping up here and there. She was not yet old enough to die of natural causes and even the oldest of her people did not appear much older than 40 or 50 now, but... The thought frightened her. She would age slowly, but she would. And if she wanted to do so gracefully, then a bit of effort would do her good.
Not like there was much else to do these days.
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A new construction, the gym was quite large, dominating many of Lakeshire's surrounding structures.
"Durgrim's Dumbbells..." Shalendris mouthed, looking up at the enormous mechanically animated sign picturing a dwarf lifting a massive weight, his arm slowly going up and down in rhythm with some ominous creaking and whirring. "Eye-catching, for sure."
She walked inside, scanning the interior quickly. It was a single large room, with a number of gnomish treadmills and exercise machines lined along the walls. Most surprising of all, however, was how utterly empty the place was.
I suppose their investment isn't paying off yet
Shalendris thought, eyeing the three other people she could see. There were sounds of heavy iron machines being used further back, of which she could not see the source.
A single human man slept behind the reception desk, snoring loudly with his mouth wide open. Shalendris stared at him for a brief moment, hoping he would wake up.
"Ahem."
His snoring got louder.
"AHEM!"
Nothing.
"Excuse me?!"
she said, raising her tone more than she was ever comfortable with.
The young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties, nearly fell out of his chair, fumbling for something, anything to make it appear as though he was actually busy with work. "Ah, uh, yes, Durgrim's Dumbbells, how may I-"
He lost his words when his eyes landed upon Shalendris or, more precisely, her gigantic rack which overflowed from the décolletage of her exercise clothes. The elf had decided to wear gym clothes which were entirely too small for her (mostly due to the fact that she could find none that actually fit), and her curves, in a stunning display of excessive femininity, spilled every which way out of her clothing. Her sports bra seemed as though it would explode if she sneezed too hard, and her gym shorts dug into her thighs, creating slight indentations in that delectable thickness.
"Um, hey," Shalendris said, trying to offer him a smile, which he never noticed due to him being unable to tear his gaze away from her overgrown knockers. "I heard you opened up recently? I'd like to get a membership?"
When Shalendris thought all hope was lost for the young man, some divine intervention allowed him to look up at her to speak in complete sentences.
"Oh, um. Sorry... I'm new here. Memberships start at five gold a month for the basic package with the premium packages going for a hundred gold a month," he said, pointing to a sign above him which detailed all the different packages along with their advantages.
The elf blinked, staring at the sign and trying to decide which option best suited her. "I don't actually know much about all this... Do you have any training programs? Instructors?"
"Uh, yeah. We do," the man replied, still looking at Shalendris' chest. He finally looked up again, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look at her face. "We also have a few trainers who can help you with your specific needs and we hired a few new ones recently, too. Which is why we require our members to fill out a form before they begin their training. It helps us find out what kind of workout regimen will be most effective for them."
Shalendris took the clipboard from him and started filling it out. Her enormous tits wobbled about within her bra with the movement of her arm as she scribbled down far more information than was strictly necessary.
Why do they need to know my favourite brand of mana potion?
"Thank you," he said, looking over the information on the clipboard for a few minutes.
"According to this information, our Super Deluxe Platinum Turbo subscription might be a good fit for you. It comes with every perk, including access to a personal trainer and exclusive gym access."
"That sounds perfect," Shalendris answered, smiling broadly. Though completely inexperienced with such things, she wanted to appear as though she knew what she was doing.
She paid up the thousand gold needed for yearly access, wondering why she even needed exclusive gym access considering the place seemed almost empty anyway.
The paperwork took all of five minutes to complete and Shalendris slowly made her way to the rather intimidating machines.
"You can get started, get a feel for the place and we'll be sending your trainer over. Just need to send an arcane missive her way."
Shalendris nodded politely and began to walk around the gym, taking in all there was to see. She dropped her bag to the ground and pulled a towel from it.
There were a few people already working out, but no one really gave her much attention. A sea of all kinds of contraptions stretched out before her, from complex-looking machines to simple weights to anything in between. Her eye naturally went to the simplest-looking of them all, an Lshaped mechanical thing, with buttons and levers near chest-level and a long, flat bed. A row of about a dozen of them had been set up near some windows.
Quite a few of those. Must be popular,
she reasoned, moving towards them. Luckily for her, a small sign had been set up near the machines.
"Please turn off the treadmills when you have completed your workout," it read.
"Treadmill, huh? Dwarves and gnomes always come up with the goofiest names," she chuckled to herself.
She moved onto one of the so-called treadmills, staring for a moment at all the levers and buttons there. She'd never seen such a device before but could quite well guess its purpose. Gnomish engineering wasn't always known for its ease of use but after a few moments of pushing buttons and pulling on random levers, the machine began making whirring and clanking noises to indicate that it had begun working.
Slowly, she started walking as the moving surface moved beneath her. In the window's reflection, she could see herself and just how inadequate her choice of clothing seemed. Every step brought with it a quaking of her gigantic tits, the amount of flesh overflowing from the top of her sports bra must have itself dwarfed the chests of most women in Lakeshire, she thought.
It didn't take long for Shalendris to become bored with the exercise. Walking through the woods was a far more enjoyable affair than walking in a single spot... She looked down at the clock on the machine.
A whole two minutes. Not bad, girl!
she smirked proudly.
After a few minutes of walking on that treadmill, not even knowing that it had multiple speed settings, she jumped off, nearly causing her tremendous bust to bounce out of her undersized sports bra. With both hands holding those mountainous orbs to calm their incessant quaking, the woman made her way to another machine.
