Gym Jealousy Ch 02 1

The day had been a horrible one for Maria. At work, her supervisor scolded her for not reaching the monthly sales target, claiming that she was lazy and passionless. The feisty Latina fired back in a tirade of (justified, she felt) insults that got her sent home for the day. At home, the condo she and her boyfriend shared was a mess with bottles, paper towels, and used dinner plates scattered everywhere. He hadn't done the simplest chores she'd requested of him, the

hijo de puta

, and had instead chosen to spend his day off work playing video games and adding to the pile of Corona bottles littered throughout their shared bedroom. Without so much as acknowledging him, she grabbed a sports bra and black shorts to throw on before going to the gym. She headed into the bathroom they shared, also a mess of cheap cologne and men's hair care products, and slammed the door shut.

She had figured life after college wouldn't be this miserable. At graduation, she looked forward to the life ahead of her in the work force, all the while being with the man of her dreams. In the five years that followed, the 27-year old had faced nothing but disappointment after disappointment. She was laid off early, and her boyfriend grew from the hard-working jock desperate to please her into a complacent slob. What was worse was that their sex life had become nonexistent. Maria took care of her body, trimmed, and kept herself smelling perfect. Her boyfriend, however, ate like shit, shaved

maybe

once a month, and showered only when he felt like it. She couldn't help but feel revolted at the man both physically and mentally.

To her, the gym was one of few escapes from the soul-crushing meat grinder her life had become. She stood in front of the dingy mirror as she undid the plain business casual attire she wore day-in and out. Unbuttoning her white undershirt, she bared her white bra and more of her almond skin. Her dress pants were even easier to remove as she bared more skin and her lace underwear. She admired herself in the mirror, her brown eyes gazing up and down her form as if she'd never seen it before. Seeing as exercise was the sole thing keeping her from going crazy, the girl had a body that proved it. Toned, etched shoulders, peaking biceps, a defined, tapering back, washboard abs, and thighs that seemed wider with definition than they were long. Average height at around 5'6", the girl had an incredible amount of muscle on her frame. She could've easily been mistaken for a gymnast with how defined and sizable her upper body was, yet it did not diminish her femininity in the slightest.

Her hazelnut-colored legs were just as built, years and years of hip thrusts, squats, and lunges having made her ass and thighs sculpted works of art. She unclasped the bra, and reached for her sports bra. Her breasts were perky, sitting at a small A cup. Her brown nips were prominent and decently sized, which was something she'd grown self-conscious of over time. Why she'd been given small tits and larger nips she could never guess, but misfortune was something she'd grown accustomed to as of late.

Fastening the bra and sliding the shorts up her legs and over her tight ass, she gave herself one more glance over to make sure she looked her best. She adjusted the bra to try and her give her tits some form of pop before pulling her shorts a little higher than usual to show a little bit more skin. She pulled her deep black and curly hair into a bun above her head after she was satisfied with the way her clothes sat, but Maria wasn't done yet. She applied a coat of lipstick that complimented her darker skin and sprayed a sweet, flowery perfume onto her collarbone. It was one thing to show up to the gym looking alright, but if she had any hopes in changing her life around - and attracting the right kinds of men - she had to be

stunning

.

Grabbing her keys once more and heading for the door, she stopped at the threshold.

This is wrong,

she thought,

I couldn't cheat on him. He's... he's all I've ever wanted... right?

"Dom, I'm going to the gym. I love youuuu," she spoke in a forced, sweet voice.

"Bye," was his shouted reply, accompanied by clicks of the joystick and whispers into his headset.

"Amor," she spoke, annoyed, "can you clean up your trash while I'm gone?"

He took a sip, and Maria heard it clink on the table next to him.

"Yeah. Later. It ain't goin no where."

Gilipollas,

she whispered under her breath as she stormed off to the car, feeling more justified than ever before.

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The drive flew by as it always did. Maria spent most of it zoned-out, imagining the dream man that would be waiting for her when she arrived at the gym. It wasn't that hard to imagine him, he just had to look like her boyfriend did years ago, but actually have a desire to please her no matter how much time had passed. She knew the appearance portion her wish could be unrealistic, and settled on one major requirement: he had to be just as, if not more muscular and fit as she was. She had no patience for the overweight or chunky men who she felt didn't put nearly as much effort into their health as she did. No men in a "bulking phase," no hulking strong-men, and certainly no skinny fat wimps. Only the most athletic of men could, no,

deserved

to be with her. Maria had endured too much mediocrity to settle for anything less.

The beginning of her leg workout was tame. Seeing as she'd been sent home for the day, she got to the gym at a time where there were less people around. It wasn't her usual crowd of 20-30 somethings getting done work, it was sparsely populated with older people, high-schoolers, and some college students. As such, she was happy to have a surplus of machines to use, but was disappointed at the lack of men to attract.

She channeled a good bit of her frustration into doing her leg extensions, feeling a pleasing burn with every rep she kicked up. Her thighs contracted in a way that accentuated her leg muscles finely. Sweat started to form on her brow as the sets became more difficult, and Maria hoped it wouldn't ruin her makeup. Before her final set, her glances around the gym floor finally paid off. At one of the squat racks stood a man who was everything she could've hoped for. He was tall, towering over her at a height she could only guess was upwards of 6'. His tanned skin accentuated his muscular arms, and the T-shirt he wore hugged his chest in a way that made her heart flutter. His legs were toned, though they definitely didn't come close to the musculature of his upper half.

That's fine,

she thought,

nothing I can't help him fix.

A tasteful bit of facial hair covered his jawline while his dark hair was left a stylish mess. She watched as he lifted up each plate and slid them onto the bar, his big hands able to easily grasp and move the weight with little to no effort.

He's fucking perfect

.

She broke the trance she had been lulled into before realizing how fast her heart had been beating. The sweat had come back in force, and Maria quickly rubbed it away using the back of her hand. Her phone's front-facing camera was open in seconds as she used it to check herself out. She stared down at herself, double-checking that every little feature of her face was without flaw. After making sure she looked

absolutely irresistible,

she stood up off the machine and looked back toward her prize. She felt a cold pang of emotion as her eyes focused on him, as another girl had approached him in the short time she'd looked away.

This girl was fit, though not as built as Maria was. She was tanned and trim, with a cut jawline and a toned midsection. She had an ass to die for, and tits that she was intent on practically thrusting into the guy's face. What she had over Maria was that she looked so much younger, her skin glowing with a youth that she just couldn't compete with. She leaned seductively against the rack's support frame as she - Maria assumed - flirted with him and twirled her hair.

She clenched her fist as she stood, exhaling through her nose as she eyed the girl down.

Fucking

putilla

, she thought at first.

The first guy I see, and he's taken immediately? By some...

She breathed slowly out through her mouth. How she was thinking wasn't right. The girl had no idea she'd been eyeing him up. Maria would be doing the same things if she was in her shoes. And most of all, she

had

someone at home. It wasn't right to be lusting after other guys.

And yet...

Flustered with conflicting emotions, she decided it was time for a break to reevaluate. She paced to the water fountain, then kept her head to the ground as she walked by the two and into the restroom. On the way in, she felt a cold chill pierce through her, and she stifled a shiver as she rounded the bend into the room. Her first thought was to go to the sink and run her hands under the water just to calm her nerves. She walked past one girl standing at the sink on the far right, but didn't pay her any mind as she turned the nozzle to cold and dipped her hands right in.

After a few seconds of the cold sensation, she felt a little more at ease. But something else had crept in. A feeling in her gut that made her worry. She became more on edge, wondering why she felt so threatened. In her peripheral, she noticed that the girl who she'd walked past had turned to face her, staring intently at her. Maria wasn't sure how to react, hoping ignoring it would make the problem go away.

"I think that muscle looks really good on you," the girl spoke.

Huh?

Maria thought, taken aback by the girl's compliment. It wasn't like she had never gotten any, but this just felt...odd. She breathed rhythmically, thinking maybe the girl just lacked social cues, or that she had misheard.

"You must've worked hard for it, yeah?"

Maria figured responding would be polite, and would maybe end the interaction quickly. She turned off the faucet and faced the girl, who's appearance was on par with, if not more attractive than the girl who chatted with her dream guy. What stuck out even more was the girl's silk black hair, accented by purple highlights that gave her an almost gothic look.

"I have, yes. For at least a couple years," she replied kindly.

"That's great. What would you do without it," the girl questioned, tilting her head slightly and smiling at Maria in a way that felt

predatory

. As Maria locked eyes with her, she felt a slight tingling sensation wash over her body. It was cold, a goosebump-inducing chill that appeared suddenly, and spread out from her chest. The sensation was akin to the beginnings of a limb falling asleep, faint and slightly numbing. She felt her breathing pick up and her heartbeat start to flutter.

"W-What do you mean? Like, if I had never started working o-out in the first place?" The sensation caused Maria's voice to quiver. It became all-encompassing, covering every finger, limb, muscle, and inch of almond brown skin. It was like she was in an ice bath, numb to the cold but left with a stubborn prickling. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.

"Maybe. Or maybe I mean something like - I don't know - what if you lost it all?"

The girl stared through Maria as the sensation ramped up. It covered every part of her body, head to toe. She could feel her nipples harden against the bra as the cold prickling got so much worse. She grabbed onto the counter for support, feeling its smooth granite surface in her palms as her sense of feeling dwindled. In mere moments, she could feel nothing but the cold numbness across her whole form. She looked in the mirror, teeth grit and heart beating fast, trying to ground herself. What she saw when she looked, however, made her go white with dread.

It started at her arms. Her rigid biceps, defined against her skin, seemed to slowly be sinking back into indiscernible flesh. They rippled, struggling against the atrophy. Before long, the peaking heads of the biceps had all but disappeared and left nothing but pliable skin. The muscles along her forearms did the same, their pronounced musculature melting away until she was left with the dainty wrists typical of a girl who'd never visited a gym in her life. It continued up her shoulders, where the sculpted mountains of muscle dissipated into flimsy, smooth skin.

"What - the fuck? You... you

maldita bruja,"

Maria screamed. Having lost sensation but not control, she lunged wildly at the girl with hands outstretched. She had a decent height advantage, and the attack should've been an easy success. But, it wasn't a well planned manuever, and the girl stopped Maria's swings with ease. She held tight onto Maria's thin wrists, making her hands flail uselessly and facing her in a grapple that mimicked a wrestler's. Her outstretched arms in front of her, she tried breaking out with all the strength she had, or rather, all the strength she previously had. She watched as her assailant held them up, and highlighted just how flimsy and undefined they'd become. No muscle, just smooth skin. With this, the cold tingling subsided in her arms.

"I love that feisty Latina attitude of yours. And it's Emily, by the way," the girl offered sarcastically, without a hint of strain to her voice.

Knowing her legs were still strong, Maria thrust her knee upward in hopes to knock the wind out of her and stop

whatever

it was she had done to the formerly fit Latina. The maneuver was successful, as Maria's long legs gave her more range, and her wide, firm thighs connected full-on with Emily's midsection and made the shorter girl double over in pain.

"You fucking whore," she huffed out, barely holding on to Maria's wrists. "You know what? Let's try something different."

As Maria reared for another knee strike, a different sensation caused her to falter. The prickling numbness remained constant in her abdomen and legs, but was replaced in her pelvic region. In only a second, her crotch returned to normal feeling. It was a welcome change, but only for a brief moment. The feeling was substituted with a warm, heated point, centered on her clit. It felt like her pussy was on fire as there was a hot buzzing all around it. She hadn't just regained feeling down there, she had gained more. Maria felt her pussy throb, felt every inch and fold of it as if it had gained a few thousand more nerve endings. Her clit grew engorged. Every millisecond, her pussy's sensitivity seemed to rise more and more, until just the half movement against the fabric of her underwear was enough to make her legs give.

An overwhelmed moan escaped her mouth as the newfound feeling overcame her. Her knees buckled inward. Emily seized the opportunity to break the grapple. It was almost like a form of wrestling as she instead wrapped around the distracted girl's form to lock in a belly-to-back hold. Her chest up against Maria's back and her arms locked around in a hold, she slowly worked a free hand down the girl's deflated abdomen, down her stomach, and passed her waistband. Maria clenched her legs together tighter, still feeling every shift of fabric like mini explosions of pleasure. She knew her arms would be useless, and bent forward in an attempt to throw off the girl's reach. If the girl reached her swollen cunt and so much as grazed it, Maria knew that she'd lose control. Feeling a cold hand stretch past her mons, however, she tried bucking off Emily once more. It was to no avail. All the black haired girl had to do was slide a couple fingers over the Latina's desperate cunt, fingers hardly grazing her enflamed clitoris, and she had lost the fight.

A wicked smile adorned the girl's face as she barely pressed into Maria's slick pussy. Her mind melted in a half-second as Emily's hand reached her ultra-sensitive nether region. Her thoughts emptied completely, save for the unfathomable orgasmic bliss. Pleasure radiated through her whole body, whether it remained numb or not. Her limbs short-circuited, unable to function with the overwhelming inundation of orgasm. It felt like a dozen orgasms, all powerful, happening at the same exact time. Quivers shook her whole form without end, her hazel eyes rolling back in her head and her jaw left slack. Emily pushed her forward so she hung over the sink counter. It was a miracle the girl was standing, even if she was hunched and bent at the knees.

"That made you more docile, huh, you little slut," Emily gloated over the overstimulated Maria, orgasms still rocking her to the core after a whole minute had passed. Emily slid her partially soaked fingers out from the girl's shorts. In seconds, she slid the shorts down and the underwear with them, eyeing how soaked through they both were. Proud of her work, she stared down at Maria's attractive, newly thinned upper body hunched over the counter The poor Latina spasmed on occasion, unintentionally thrusting her still ripped lower half up in the air like she was awaiting a partner's cock in her ass. She was thinned down, no back muscle to speak of, only a generic hourglass in its place. The girl's curly locks were still held tight in a bun, and Emily felt a primal urge to grab onto it and exert more control over her little bitch. It was enticing, and she had never felt more in control of someone in her life.

Was this how men felt when they saw a girl like this? Bent over, bare-assed, presenting their pussy and waiting to be fucked in whatever way the man saw fit?

The insides of Maria's thighs quickly grew moist as her now exposed pussy dripped with arousal. Emily avoided touching it, fearing too much stimulation would break the girl and ruin her fun. Nevertheless, every fold of her dark-skinned pussy, from the slightly pronounced labia to the enlarged clitoris, glistened in the bathroom light. The slick coating trailed down her legs, filling in every contour of defined muscle. Her ass remained static, giving Emily and anyone who decided to walk in a gorgeous view of the girl's toned legs, sopping wet pussy, and asshole.

"Awwww look. You're so bottom-heavy, chica. I think that should be fixed any moment now,' Emily said with a fake sympathy to her voice. She pawed the Latina's muscled ass, feeling every firm inch and scrutinizing every detail.

As Maria's orgasm subsided, the prickling coldness took precedence over her lower half once more. She could feel her ass and legs quivering, preparing for a shift she was horrified to imagine. The muscles fought back, straining themselves and flexing in overexertion. Then, Maria felt it. It started in her ass. She felt it lose power, her ability to flex the muscle dying out with each moment. This extended down her thighs. She tried locking her knees to flex the leg muscles, but felt nothing. In a final attempt to hold onto any muscle, she stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to flex her calves. It was for nought, as she lost the sense of size in them as well.

From Emily's perspective, it was a wonder to watch and feel. She squeezed Maria's ass throughout the process, feeling the strict and firm musculature slowly fade until she held pliable, doughy ass flesh in her palm. Her hand, that had barely taken up a fraction of the girl's ass before, now encompassed the whole cheek in its grasp, the size having melted away. The pert, lean glutes of Maria had lost all size, melting down into a little skinny girl ass. The thighs, in tandem, lost nearly 3/4 of their width and depth, going from stout, shapely tree trunks to thin and wavery supports. This part made Emily the happiest, seeing the girl's years of efforts being washed away in seconds as her sizable thighs shrunk to puny stilts that were, to credit herself, in perfect proportion with her new ass. Her ankles were no different, the prominent features fading into nothing but bone and skin.