Emily was taking a walk down the street in just a pair of tight leggings, sneakers and sports bra, barely containing her massive tits. Cars honked at her as they drove by, more that one girl yelled out at her to put a shirt on as they passed and all Emily could do was smile the whole way to the gym.
She had decided that while she did enjoy the degradation when men called her a fat pig, she knew that no matter how much weight she lost that that would never change. Austin, Nick and Paul wouldn't change one bit, they did it just to knock her down a peg. She wasn't even all that big now apart from her tits. Really she was just going to put the weight in better places, firm up her ass and make things a bit easier on her lower back.
She did have one more motive to go however, the gym that she picked was a real meathead gym. It was mostly older bodybuilders, powerlifters and the such. A guy as old and grimmy as the men who worked out there. Emily spent time reading all the poor reviews. There was a quick trend she would notice, they were not very welcoming of women and overly welcoming at the same time. The few that consistently went there were the steroid filled men that happen to be born with pussies. Most of the women who went there were either scared off or sexually harrassed. That was why Emily had worn probably the sluttiest outfit she could find to her first day. She was going for two reasons, to do some squats and to get stared at while doing squats.
When she got to the gym she did one last check in her phone's camera to make sure her makeup and hair still looked good and took a few selfies, getting a good view of her cleavage. Some of the men saw and pointed clearly talking about her. She just continued to walk in, removing her sunglasses and walking up to the front desk.
"Hey!" She said excited, walking in a manner that let her tits bounce.
"Hey, can we help you?" The man at the front asked. He was like most of the men there, older, probably in his 50's. Muscular, veins in his forearms and a scurfy voice, like he spent a good amount of time yelling.
"Yeah, I wanted to sign up for a membership." She smiled and leaned onto his desk. She caught him glancing at her tits and just kept her smile playing dumb.
"You sure this is the right gym for you? If you are looking to just hop on the treadmill for 30 mins there is a planet fitness two blocks down." He nods that direction dismissing her before picking up the phone.
"Thank you but I'm here for the barbells." She said, causing him to look up. Again he can't help but to turn his attention to her compressed tits. She waited letting him take his time.
"Alright." He said. "The sign up fee is $200 and it's $100 a month for the membership."
Without hesitation Emily pulled out her card and gave it to the man. She knew he overcharged her but his judgemental eyes, along with all the other eyes were getting to her. She wanted the attention, she wanted to prove herself to them, she wanted them to like her and above all she wanted to be the perfect gym slut. She was willing to pay whatever he charged her.
He took her money and continued to watch her tits as she signed, she made sure to give him a good look.
"Great, Thanks!" She said waving before almost skipping out to the gym floor. There was the smell of sweat and rusty weights. The sounds were loud grunting, dropping weights and heavy rock music playing loud in the free weight area. While there were always eyes on her, most were focused on what they were doing. She was just another big tits nobody to them, so far at least.
She looked around for an empty barbell and started to warm up, squatting without weight then with the empty bar. She watched some videos the night before to not look like a total idiot. A middle aged man in a tank top walked past clearly checking out her ass as she warmed up, Emily smirking back in the mirror as she caught his eyes. He wasn't the biggest looking guy. He honestly didn't really look like he belonged. He was closer to 60 and while he had some definition in his arms he also had a bit of a beer gut and weak chin. He was definitely checking her out though, almost hovering over her. Emily finished her set and unracked the empty bar. She saw him walk towards her and she got into character.
"Hey! You new around here?" He asked her looking her up and down.
"Yeah, this is like... my first time. I wanna make my butt more like this." She turned around and pulled her ass cheeks up to make them look rounder and firm. The man looked at her with great amusement and was glad to have gotten permission. Emily had practically asked him too.
"Looks pretty nice as it is." He told her with a creepy grin on his face. Emily looked at her ass in the mirror and giggled it up and down, this time though his eyes were just on her tits as they bounced along. They were struggling to break through, he thought.
