Gym Jealousy Ch 03

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the support for this story so far! I'm excited for the direction this story is going, and I hope you all are, too. I didn't want to make this chapter abnormally long, so I split the events into two chapters. The second of them (Chapter 4) will be released much faster than my usual publishing timeline. Stay tuned for more muscled-up witch dominatrix shenanigans coming soon. As always, comments are greatly appreciated, and feel free to reach out with any ideas you may have for the story. Peace!

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In a realm adjacent to our own, all thrives in darkness. Time flows all at once, while simultaneously failing to exist. Anything that has ever happened, happens now, or has yet to happen in the Earth realm is able to be observed from this world.

Some would associate this omnipresent observance with the idea of divine protection, or guardian angels. Any being that oversees with this much power has to be a power for good, yes?

This is no such thing. This is realm is perverse. A purgatory, though not a purposeless limbo. A theater for damned souls to pore over those that live. Like a starving peasant, hours from death, watching his lord engorge in the most succulent of roasts. It is a punishment, a draining cuckoldry. Designed to make those with blackened souls and sinful desires suffer as they're made to watch all that they can no longer participate in unfold in front of them.

At least,

most

can no longer participate.

Some of the damned watch with longing, yearning the love or riches lost. Others spite, cursing those that wronged them in life or betrayed them to death. But a few bide their time. These are the wiser few. Those who've found cracks in the walls of their prison. Those who take what they can, little by little, piece by piece. Until finally, they've garnered enough power, enough strength, to ascend, and escape the withering hell.

One of these few is familiar. Their existence in this realm goes beyond human comprehension, as they both exist and do not all at once in the formless darkscape. But, for the sake of narrative, imagine this familiar, inky black silhouette, vaguely feminine, poring over a an observational viewport. She watches on as her gift is put to use. Though on the smallest of scales now, she feels ever so slightly enlivened, empowered. She is hungry for more.

"Another prospect?" A voice, more masculine in its tone, questions her.

"Mmmm. Angry, boundless, and driven by jealousy," the familiar voice responds, gaze not leaving her spectating glass. Through the glass, a dark-haired girl, strong and tall, holds a frail little woman's face like she is her pet. The male silhouette gazes down at the viewing glass as well, gaining the context of the two's encounter instantly.

"She's barely grazed the surface of what you've given her, it seems."

The familiar voice giggles.

"Yes. But we both sense what is to come. What her future holds."

"Has she experimented with anything that isn't...surface-level to this point? As in, her power to alter beyond just appearance?"

"Give her time. She'll realize the broadness of her abilities soon. She'll start actualizing her little lust-filled revenge plot on an even wider scale, and I'm sure she'll enjoy what comes after..."

The two entities view on as the newly empowered prospect details all that is to come in her little subject's future, the meek little woman trembling in her grasp.

They quiet as they spectate another woman join the two.

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The woman to which the stern voice belonged had rounded the bend of the bathroom's entrance and stood only a few feet from the two. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that ran through the back of a baseball cap. She wore a shirt with some local football team's logo on the front that hugged her trim, yet womanly form. Her nondescript black leggings clung to her shapely legs. Her skin was tanned, though just enough to not appear overly fake. She had creases here and there, some visible on her face in a way that told her age flatteringly. She stood at what looked around 5'4" or so, still close to a foot taller than Maria. The Latina guessed she was somewhere near her 40s, and had the sort of natural beauty that would drive all the other mothers at soccer practice wild with jealousy.

Maria locked eyes with the newcomer, an intense, shameful heat washing over her. To be seen in such a compromising, unclothed state was one thing, but to be seen in her changed, shrunken, and pathetic body was immeasurably more embarrassing. Her hands did little to preserve any semblance of modesty.

And the woman did

not

stop staring, a look of abject disdain etched in her expression at the lewd display. The three stood in silence as, Maria guessed, the woman thought of what to say next.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.

"

Join

you," she mimicked, hardly able to contain the disgust in her voice, "in doing what? This w-weird... sex thing?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "First off, girl, we are in a

public

restroom. This nasty stuff can wait until you and your little girlfriend here go home." She turned her gaze to Emily, locking eyes with the witch and making sure to slick every word with venom. "And second off, I have no interest in any of what you lesbians get up to. You're sick in the head, and we'd all be better off if you just kept quiet and scissored each other in private."

The playful, sinister smile that had encompassed Emily's face for the whole exchange dropped and shattered in an instant. A fire lit in the witch's eyes, completely unlike the pleasure-fueled flame that Maria had seen before. It wasn't a look of playfulness nor of toying sadism. It felt very, gravely, serious. The Latina knew better than to be in the witch's path, and silently crept out of the way, hoping that whatever power she was about to exert on this -

admittedly rude,

she thought - woman wouldn't extend to her own body any more.

Her heartbeat ceasing to slow, Maria backed against the sink counter, before slowly creeping a foot or so further back. This gave her a more complete view of just how tiny she'd become, as Emily now looked like a muscular giant from where she stood. The muscles of her back and shoulders were discernable through the fabric of her baggy top while her pitch black hair draped over. Her legs and thighs were nearly as toned as Maria's were.

Or rather,

had been.

It sent shivers throughout her body as the powerlessness of her position finally set in. She was helpless. Traitorous in a way that she despised, her sex had remained sopping wet from the moment it'd been caressed before, almost like it got some sick form of pleasure from the whole experience.

Emily was silent. She had hardly moved from her spot during this whole conversation. On the other end, the older woman stared back, a deep abhorrence steadfast in her expression, though now with hints of growing confusion. The silence was unnerving, and it eventually made her cave and continue her chastising.

"Fine. You know what? I'll go tell the front desk about this indecency. Say goodbye to your memberthips," she spits out, stopping to swallow in the middle of her thought. "Or-or you know whath? I'll go get my huthband. He'th a lawyer. Both of you are cauthing me a loth of dithress, and I juth... and I juth..."

She loses her train of thought, the words becoming harder and harder for her mouth to produce. Inside it, an intense, poignant heat grew stronger with every second. The sensation felt like a full hive of bees, buzzing and prickling throughout her whole mouth. Though where the sensation was centered, she couldn't discern. All the anger on the blonde's face has dissipated, the confusion overcoming it thoroughly.

"You just, you just, what," Emily asks. "I'd tell you to spit it out, but it looks like you're already doing just that," she continues, pointing at the woman's chin.

"Whath? Whath are you..." the woman started, cut herself short, and sealed her lips tight. She looked down as a droplet falls onto the tiled floor. As she raised her hand to her face, she felt her chin and discovered it to be wet and covered in her own saliva. The confusion in her expression added hints of concern as she felt around her lips and mouth for anything abnormal. Despite the encompassing heat, nothing felt out of place. As seconds passed, however, the sensation grew more uncomfortable, like a mouthful of piping hot tea. From the outside, it looked like her cheeks were slowly filling, as if she was swishing water. The woman's curiosity got the better of her, and she opened her mouth to find the cause of the feeling.

Horror encompassed her whole expression as her tongue unfurled from her mouth. It flopped out swollen two times as wide and dangled at least a couple inches past her chin, saliva drooling from it like a dog's would. The prickling faded in the cool air, and let her feel every inch of her grown appendage. Her blue eyes were wide and held on it while the rest of her face contorted in shock.

"Whath the thuck?! Why ith thith happening? Did... did you..." the woman trails off, realizing how absurd any sort of accusation would sound. She turned around quickly to go to the mirror. In the reflection, she only grew more horrified at the change that had swollen her tongue. Racking her brain for anything that could explain it, she continued probing it with her eyes, before tentatively raising a finger to touch it. Upon hardly pressing against it, an overwhelming, yet pleasureful shock shook rocked her brain and reverberated throughout her body. It sent shivers across her form, hairs standing on end and flares of arousal faintly going off in her most sensitive areas. The feeling was almost enough to make her forget all around her, forget the gym, and forget the odd woman behind her with her little friend.

"Thith hath to be an allerthic reacthun," she spoke with difficulty, becoming embarrassed of her slurred speech, "I neeth a thoctor, so I'm... going." Her blonde hair whirling behind her, she started for the hallway to the bathrooms exit.

"Well,

girl,

they aren't going to be able to help you," Emily uttered, "because I did that to you."

The woman stopped in her tracks, and turned back to face Emily. She was more than confused before, but now she was totally lost.

"Come on, do you really believe that sort of thing would just happen to you now? Out of the blue, with no cause, so far into your miserable life," she continued, the sadistic tone Maria had experienced before now growing in her voice with an added layer of venom. "I bet you just love running your mouth. Saying all those hateful things to people you don't even know, letting all those insults just roll off your tongue." The woman watches as the smile creeps its way back onto the witch's face. "I just knew I had to do something about that. So, seeing as how we

are

in a gym, I decided to help you grow your favorite muscle," Emily said, watching as the look on the older woman's face transitioned from confusion, to anger, then settled on horror as she looked downward at the dangling, drooling mess her tongue had become.

"Aw, the look on your face is so, so,

pritheleth,"

the witch mocked, giggling. "Besides the added size, I think you've also picked up on just how sensitive I've made it. Just a touch will send fireworks through that mind and body of yours. And while we're talking about your body..."

The blonde is fearful. Her heart pounds in her chest, almost beaconing her to make a break for it. However, the absurd situation she finds herself in begins to settle. She knows that if she wants her tongue to return to normal, this girl is her only chance.

But is it even worth staying,

she questioned,

or do I just cut my losses and get out?

"I want to see all of it. You're going to strip. Right now."

A pit formed in the woman's stomach.

Strip? Here? And be just as exposed as that little Latina in the back?

She abhored the thought of doing something so lewd and sinful with every ounce of her being. It would make her a hypocrite and a fool. Though, weighing her options in her head once more, she knew that none of them end happily for her.

Maybe this is all she wants,

she reasoned,

to embarrass me and exert control before letting me go.

She swallowed her pride (and the ludicrous amount of saliva her tongue produced), and made her decision. As much pain as it would bring her, she would give into Emily's demands. Her hands slow moving reluctantly, she first reached for her hat.

"Good girl. But, one more thing before we start this show, " Emily said, "I think you and my feisty little toy over here need to get acquainted. So, introduce yourselves."

Maria perked up nervously at being mentioned. She had hoped, albeit naively, that she was somehow forgotten, and her position as object of torment had been taken over by this new woman. She scolded herself for being so dumb. What captivated her now, though, was the tongue dangling from the woman's mouth. It was obscene, and although she hadn't remotely been spared by Emily, she was glad she hadn't been burdened with such an abnormal and cumbersome alteration. The way it was swollen, the pink flesh dangling with wetness that dripped to the floor, and the way it tensed on occasion when the woman had been speaking... it sparked something in Maria. The embers of her sex's traitorous desires seemed to be rekindling, a pulse running through her body at the sight of it. A heat flushed over her as she stared, and she despised every second of it as her aching pussy grew more needy. Though she felt the woman trying to meet her gaze, she was in a trance, and felt bumps form across her skin.

"Maria... I, uh, I'm Maria," she rushed out, half-able to break herself from the spell.

"Tharah," the woman spat, a mix of annoyance and muted humiliation in her voice. "Th-tha, no, Th-tharah," Sarah grew more frustrated, her inability to say even her own name crushing her in a way she couldn't help.

"Amazing. Wow, just wow. My petite little Maria and our new friend, Tharah," Emily joked, much to Sarah's ire. "Alright Tharah, continue."

The blonde removed her baseball hat, undoing her ponytail and letting her mixed blonde hair rest naturally on her shoulders. At first, she was slow. Every movement felt wrong, like a part of her was physically restraining her from doing it. As such, she took her time undoing her shoes and socks, a whole minute passing before her bare feet smacked against the cold tile floor.

"Pick up the pace," Emily barked, "you're just making things worse for yourself."

Sarah gulped. She was peeling the bandage off slowly, drawing out the humiliation and delaying the inevitable, and she knew it.

Better to get it over with

. With an exasperated sigh, she grabbed the bottom of her worn-down tee and tugged it over her head before tossing it to the floor by her feet. Without stopping, she dug her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and worked them down her legs. Kicking them off onto her discarded top, she stood still, wearing only a generic black bra and nondescript panties. She crossed her arms over her undressed form, the chill of the room rushing over her bare skin.

"Keep going."

Sarah gulped, knowing her hopes of retaining any of her modesty were foolish. This woman sought to humiliate her thoroughly, and would spare nothing in doing so. Slowly reaching around her back, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall awkwardly to the bathroom floor. Her nips were already enlivened from the chill before, but as they were exposed to fresh air they hardened, and, traitorously, revealed some arousal from the blonde. Keeping her eyes on the floor, she then slowly worked her panties down her legs, not caring as they rolled and bunched, before stepping out and letting them fall off her form.

The witch and the first of her captive playthings took in the nude form before them, one with a sense of dominant satisfaction, and the other with a sense of relief (in no longer being unclothed alone), and a more hidden, closeted sense of sexual hunger.

It was no surprise that the woman who was a knockout in clothing was even more of a sight without it. Her skin was thoroughly tanned all around, the occasional skin blemishes, marks, and creases that came with age only adding to her gorgeous appearance. Her breasts were perfectly tear-drop shaped, nips poking out on the ends of their solid B cup mass. Her midsection was sculpted in a delicious hourglass, whatever limited fat she had complimenting her figure in a way that most her age would die for. Her subtle curves rounded well into her hips and perfect ass, which themselves tapered flatteringly into her sharp legs. A tasteful landing strip of blonde hair ran up from her pussy, which Sarah used her manicured nails and hands to cover. In all, her body said that it belonged to someone who took care of themselves, and who visited the gym on occasion to stay in shape without overdoing it. She was a realistic beauty, despite her ugly, inner self.

"There she is. Look at that body, it just screams 'fuck me', doesn't it,

chica

," Emily said, that wretched smile still on her face as she sized up her new prey.

With every passing second, Maria felt the room grow hotter. She had always been straight. Yes, she'd fooled around in college like nearly every other girl in existence, but she was secure in her heterosexuality then, and had been for years. Before, she would have looked at Sarah's body with a neutral appreciation for its objective beauty but would have still felt secure in her attraction for men. But now, something felt off. She felt a pull. A pull that that was akin to a carnal urge, emanating from her loins and sending electrifying signals to her brain and the rest of her petite form. Though her horniness had hardly faded before, it seemed to ramp up impossibly high as time passed, her cunt drenched, aching for attention. Her boyfriend faded into a forgotten memory as she stared at this woman and the lengthy, wet, and engorged tongue that dangled from her mouth.

"I did whath you athked... can you pleathe... fixth me tho I can leathe," Sarah pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I got that. Did you just say you want to... leave," asked Emily. She made an exaggerated frown. "But we're just getting started!"

"Pleathe, leth me go," she continued, her body growing hot with shame despite the cold as Emily stared her down.

"You're no fun. Here I thought I'd have another little plaything to help me go through with my plan. An older woman to bring a little flavor to the mix. But I guess not."

Sarah sighed, momentarily relieved, though hesitant.

"I'll fix you. Only after you do one thing for me."

"Alwight fine. Whath do you wanth me to do," Sarah says, feeling the drool on her chin once more from talking too much.

"You're going to eat Maria's pussy."

Sarah and Maria's eyes went wide, both looking at each other before Sarah quickly turned to the witch.

"No. There ith no way," she fired back instantly.

"And why's that? I thought you wanted to leave," Emily asked, her voice rich with sarcasm.

"Nether. Nether in a million yeahs. That is dithguthting." She crossed her arms in defiance.

It wasn't even a choice worth considering in Sarah's mind. She was straight. She had a husband. And she would never, ever engage in such a vulgar and sinful act of homosexuality.

What would the church say if they knew?

She'd be shunned or banned in no time flat. And if anyone else found out, she'd be ruined. From them on, she'd be branded by the whole town as the unfaithful lesbian whore who ate a girl out in a

public

restroom. All this while her faithful, darling husband was under the same roof, completely unaware. The stares she'd get from the other moms at PTA meetings or football practices would be grueling. Almost no one would believe that she was ordered to do it against her best wishes, and absolutely no one would believe anything about what Emily had done. Eating this pathetic little thing out would violate every ingrained moral she adhered to.