"Alex, cmon!" said the exasperated voice of Alex's friend and regular study partner Emily, on the voicemail she'd sent Alex a few minutes ago. "I know I'm normally the one telling you to take it easy for a change, but I'm worried about you! You've been missing classes like crazy. I heard you didn't even turn in your assignment for Professor Sinclair last week. This isn't like you! Just... talk to me, please! I can hel-"
Alex cut off the voicemail dismissively. She'd already wasted enough time. She'd only been meaning to take a few minutes between sets at the gym to get her breath back and check the time on her phone, and she'd noticed the voicemail and decided to give it a listen, in case it was something important. It wasn't. Oh sure, she needed to get back to her studies sometime. But not just yet. She knew she could catch up whenever she wanted. For now, though, she was going to spend her time on what made her feel good! She'd been going to the gym regularly for over two weeks now, and to Alex's surprise, it wasn't getting old. In fact, she was enjoying it more than ever! She'd done some research into how to structure her workouts properly, and she was sticking religiously to the schedule she'd made. Well, more or less. She often spent longer in the gym than she'd really intended, because it was just so easy to zone out once she was really in the mood. But, she reasoned, as long as she wasn't hurting herself, that was no bad thing. Quite the opposite - it was only going to help her get in shape quicker.
She'd started listening to music, too. That was why she had her phone with her. It helped her focus and block out anything that might distract her. It helped her with energy and rhythm, too. That was why she'd traded in her alternative rock - described by her old high school friends charitably as 'sensitive' and by her less charitable mother as 'whiny' - for some nice, upbeat, bubbly pop music. Before, she always dismissed that kind of pop music as totally vapid and commercial, but it really wasn't so bad now she'd given it a chance. Sure, it wasn't complicated, but it was fun and bouncy and helped keep her energy up. There was one particular playlist that had really turned her on to the idea of it, and now she listened to that whenever she was working out. The songs were a little strange, they all had this vocal track that was seemingly barely audible; Alex had to really concentrate to make it out at all. It was like someone was whispering right in her ear, but she could never remember what they were saying. She often caught herself totally zoned out from trying to tune in to it properly. But whatever it was, it seemed to be helping her exercise, so she was more than happy with it. Where had she found the playlist again? Alex thought she remembered someone emailing it to her, but she couldn't quite remember who and somehow she didn't really care enough to try and find out.
But it didn't matter, Alex thought, as she mounted the treadmill again. What mattered was that it made her feel good. That was her new motto. It made her feel good, just like her workout clothes. She was wearing the pink yoga pants and tank top she'd picked up at the mall last week, and a sports bra and sweatband she'd bought online the next day. A new pair of pure white sneakers and pink socks rounded off her gym outfit. In Alex's opinion it was a far cry from the old shorts and faded t-shirt she'd worn at first. Now, she actually looked like she knew what was doing. She looked like she belonged in the gym.
And that wasn't the only thing she liked about the outfit, Alex thought to herself with a naughty smile as she set the machine going at an easy pace. She looked round as she broke into a gentle jog, and saw that more than one pair of eyes were trained on her ass. She shivered. That feeling, that wonderful feeling of being looked at was what she'd been craving ever since she'd discovered that side of herself at the mall. She liked people looking at her. She liked people starting at her. She liked it when she could see their eyes turn hungry and their lips part slightly as they stared. It made her feel good about herself in a way she'd never experienced before. And, as her new motto said: what mattered was that it made her feel good. It also made her furiously horny. She finished every workout dripping with need and desperate to rush home and sate her needs. Alex liked that too, as much as it still embarrassed her to admit it to herself. Her orgasms were the best they'd ever been, and along with her new exercise regimen she was feeling more and more in tune with her own body. Her body had always been a source of discomfort and embarrassment for her. Now, it was a source of pleasure, and maybe even pride. The transformation was amazing. She'd masturbated before, of course, but now it was a daily event. Sometimes multiple times a day. It was taking up increasing amounts of her time, but Alex didn't care.
As the treadmill picked up the pace, Alex paid close attention to how she was moving to make sure her ass was jiggling nicely. That was why she loved her yoga pants so much - they made sure every little movement of her ass was totally on display. When she hit a nice pace, she just knew her ass cheeks were bouncing up and down hypnotically, capturing the attention of anyone who glanced her way. Which was only more incentive for her to keep working out - the more squats she did and the more miles she jogged, the bigger and rounder her ass was going to get. And the bigger her ass got, the the more people would stare at her hungrily. That, thought Alex, was a delicious prospect. She didn't want to be able to walk down the street without turning heads. And it was happening! Already, Alex had noticed herself becoming a little more curvaceous, with her waist shrinking and her ass expanding, and her legs becoming more toned and defined. That was the best feeling of all. She felt sexy and like she was becoming sexier, and all the girls staring at her at that moment as she ran on the treadmill was proof of that. By the time a fresh sweat was forming on her brow, Alex was already tingling with pleasure.
Like always, she pushed herself hard and lost herself in the flow of the workout, spurred onward by the feeling of people's eyes upon her body. When she finally hit the stop button on the treadmill in triumph, her joints and muscles were screaming at her with the exertion. Alex basked in the feeling. She didn't know how much time had passed. It didn't matter to her. The joyful high of having pushed herself to her limits was everything. Alex stepped off the treadmill slowly, allowing her ragged breaths to slowly return to rhythm. She scanned the room, and her pounding heart skipped a beat as she saw that there were indeed still a couple of people looking at her. That exhibitionist rush combined with her runner's high sent a burst of endorphins into her brain, and she let out a series of happy giggles. Spurred on by a desire for attention, Alex decided to give her spectators a bit of a show. She'd started stretching properly before and after workouts, to cut down on the aches and pains she inevitably felt the next morning. Alex turned around so she was facing away from most of the gym, put her legs together and bent down, trying to touch her toes with her fingertips. She wasn't flexible enough to make it, not yet, but she knew that bending over that way was the perfect way to make her ass stand out. Next, she got down on her hands and knees and stretched herself out as long as she could, tightening her buttocks and arching her back to accentuate her figure. She didn't even need to look to know people were staring at her. Alex bit her lip and shivered. Fuck, she felt amazing!
"Hey there. Nice workout."
Alex scrambled to her feet and turned around, and paled. Standing in front of her, looking at her with a lopsided grin, was the biggest woman Alex had ever seen. She was tall, easily a head taller than Alex, and broad, with muscles so toned and defined she looked like she was chiseled out of stone, like an ancient statue of an Amazon warrior. Alex found herself staring at the woman's huge biceps and sculpted abs, which she could easily see because the woman was wearing nothing more than a sports bra and a pair of loose-fitting pants, exposing her dark, olive skin.
"I'm Sierra," she said, offering a hand. With the other, she reached up to adjust her hair. Sierra's fearsome, butch look was carried off perfectly by a handsome sidecut, with her long, thick, red-brown hair all swept over on one side, away from the shaved part of her head. Alex was momentarily stunned by her striking appearance before she recovered her composure and extended her own hand for Sierra to crush in her strong grip.
"Alex."
"Alex? Wonderful." Sierra's shark-like grin widened. "Pleased to meet you. You know, you've managed to catch my eye the last couple of times you've been here."
"I have?" Alex felt like a deer in headlights. Or perhaps, a deer trapped in front of a bulldozer.
"Absolutely," Sierra replied. Her voice was low and smooth. "A pretty girl like you, so committed to her body? How could I not?"
"Oh... well... um..." Alex didn't have the faintest idea what was happening.
"And," Sierra continued, "you're exactly where Winter said you'd be."
