"Just there, a little further Yasmin."
"UNGH!" Yasmin grunted. "NNNNGGGHHHHH!!!"
"A little more... there!" I grabbed the pole off her and then racked it on the bench. "Told you. That weight was nothing!"
Yasmin sat up on the bench, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "You push me hard young man. But you mean well. Keep Yasmin fit." She said through her thick accent. She grabbed the bottle next to the bench and took a sip of water. "I need breathe."
"Take your time." I leaned on the pole. "But one minute before we go again."
"Slave driver." Yasmin said coolly.
I chuckled. "Since you've been working out with me, don't you feel better? You've certainly gotten stronger." I pointed to Yasmin's arms. "Look how good you look."
"I am strong." She admitted. She put her bottle down and then reached up to her ponytail, readjusting the twist at the base of her head. "Need to be strong with triplets."
"I agree." Yasmin was in her thirties, and currently, she was looking huge with her triplet pregnancy, and she was only six months along. Her belly was massive, and stretch marks were already starting to form on the sides of her stomach. I had been working out with her for a few months now, working on her core and her abdomen and legs to strengthen them, but sometimes I threw in some chest exercises just to mix it up. Yasmin complained all the time, but she always did as I had said. She was a good, free-use woman. And she liked the results.
Yasmin was wearing a bright green tank top that kept her boobs in place, a pair of sneakers, and that was it. Most women didn't wear pants around the gym. They only got in the way. She had a towel underneath her on the bench to catch any sweat, cum or juices. Wiping down workout gear was standard in a gym these days. Her ponytail brushed her dark curly hair aside as her dark eyes and aristocratic face watched the others at the gym. She was Eastern European with what some might call resting bitch face but I'd always found her to have a dark sense of humour. She was a beautiful woman with a thick, hairy cunt. I had spent every workout session ending balls deep inside. Even using her ass a few times for fun.
We were only ten minutes into our workout, but no one had grabbed Yasmin to use her yet. Most would avoid her because I was standing with her. A personal trainer was a sign that she was in a session and unless you really needed to, you would find someone else to use. However, that hadn't stopped one man from walking past Yasmin while she had been sitting in between sets to just cum all over her belly.
"Thank you for letting me use you." He groaned, shooting a heavy load of spunk all over her belly.
"Thank you for using me." She took the load willingly, even rubbing his spunk into her skin after he had gone. Other than that, they had been working out. Her belly glowed and shined with his seed under the bright lights.
"I need fuck soon." Yasmin said aloud.
"We got thirty minutes of workout to go." I warned her. "You can fuck and exercise those muscles after the hour is up."
"You fuck me." Yasmin got back down on the bench. She was looking right up at me, her head near my crotch.
"I fuck you." I agreed. "But lift first."
"Ok. I lift and then fuck like a slut." Yasmin nodded. She took the bar off the rack and began to pump it up and down, doing a chest press. I counted her through, smiling at how forward she was for being a woman in Free Use society.
Around the gym most people were working out unencumbered. It was mid-afternoon, and soon, the after-work rush would hit. I was working as a PT to earn some cash during college, mostly working with moms to help with their pelvic floors, which was my specialty. Birth was a pretty special event, but like I told my ladies, preparation was key. When you were giving birth constantly, you had to keep in shape; otherwise, if you didn't, you weren't doing your duty as a citizen.
I guided Yasmin through her next set and let her rest again while observing the gym floor. Every single woman in here was in various stages of pregnancy. Most were young, but a few were Yasmin's age. Pregnant bellies were everywhere. It made my cock start to go hard as I looked at them all. And all women were bottomless, choosing to remove their pants as it only made life easier with all the men in here. The guys were pumped up and excited, testosterone flowing through their veins. They took the girls when they wanted and fucked them right on the gym floor or on the equipment. This was an eighteen-plus gym, so everything was acceptable.
Up ahead I watched a young girl, barely five foot three, in a pink bra and matching trainers, cling to the squat rack as a powerlifter three times her size pounded into her pussy. She was in her third trimester, holding the bar of the squat rack, bent forwards so that the huge, tanned man could fuck her pussy relentlessly.
Huge muscles rippled across his body making him look terrifying compared to her. But she was loving it. She was smiling and then cumming as the massive man pumped hard into her wet cunt.
"Let's go do some squats." I told Yasmin as she finished up her latest set. She panted, nodding, grabbing the towel underneath her and her water bottle, as she half waddled, half walked, behind me as I headed for a free squat rack along the wall.
"Then use Yasmin?" She asked. She was actually taller than me, her dark eyes staring down at me as I started loading weights up on the bar.
"Then use Yasmin." I agreed. "But I want proper squats, down to your ass, no faking it. Three sets of eight." I ensured the plates on the bar would be light enough that Yasmin could squat through them and not feel embarrassed or ashamed about the weight. We had to drop weight now that she was getting bigger for her health. She had been quite competitive when she started training with me, but back then she'd only just gotten knocked up. Some would have said that she'd been in her prime then. But I thought she was in her prime as she looked now, swollen and pregnant with babies. "You do it properly Yasmin, not like last time."
"Ok. Drive hard bargain." Yasmin nodded. Our last training session Yasmin had been squatting with a butt plug in. She'd done it as an excuse to get me to fuck her. She'd even pushed the plug out as much as she could as she squatted without it falling out. The problem was I was a sucker for that type of stuff and she knew it. I'd used her twice immediately, cumming in her pussy with the plug still in and then taking out the toy and fucking her ass immediately after. Yasmin took a bit breathe, readying herself. "I like how you treat women. Tough but fair."
"Thanks, I guess." I laughed. I'd always enjoyed how blunt and honest Yasmin was. Working out and training her was always fun.
"Just like husband. He tough but fair. Will be good father. Maybe next father of Yasmin's will be you?" Yasmin walked around the squat rack with me, loading plates up on the bar.
"I'd be honoured." I meant it. Yasmin and her husband had immigrated to the country a few years ago, her husband on a working visa for a banking firm downtown. Their country was failing. The low population had hit them so hard that vast swathes of the country were uninhabited. Entire cities were empty, crumbling apart as the people were no longer there to keep them running. The economy had collapsed and what remained of the country was turning to civil war. They had been a few of the lucky ones to get out and make it to the haven of our free-use country.
They had adjusted quickly to refugees or people who had not grown up in a free-use world. It always took some getting used too, some even never really adapted. People like that tended to live on the outskirts of towns or rural areas away from people, so they never had to participate. It was a shame but it was allowed. Our society tries to be as accommodating as possible.
The best thing that helped people transition from outside countries, I felt, was the fact that it was the same for everyone. Everyone was getting fucked and fucking, it wasn't one rule for men or one rule for women. Many talked about the initial struggles but once you got through that it became very liberating. I always thought women adjust quicker than men. Once they became pregnant and settled into that, and became pregnant over and over and understood that, they always seemed to be so much happier and really settled in. For men, a lot of the hangs up involved seeing their partners or spouses being fucked routinely. It could be hard. Possession and traditional values were strong. But when there was just so much pregnant pussy to fuck, eventually they saw the benefits.
Yasmin's current pregnancy was going to be the couple's first that they were going to keep. They'd chosen this one and triplets as a one-and-done deal. Yasmin even knew that her husband was the father as she had refused to go out into public for a month after the last pregnancy to ensure that only her husband creampied her. Yasmin and he were very excited, especially considering how big Yasmin had become.
"You ever know for certain you father child?" Yasmin asked. She got the bar on her shoulders and then stood up, took a few steps back, and got her legs wide enough.
"Me? No." I shook my head. "No never been certain."
"Is hard know for certain. Unless you know woman like Yasmin who stay home all day and let husband fuck her pussy over and over again." Yasmin began squatting, going to her butt. I watched, eyeing her form, ready to step in if needed.
There was a loud groan to our right and I couldn't help but look over. It was the young pregnant girl and the powerlifter. He was grunting hard as he stood rock still. His cock was pumping the young woman full of cum, adding extra spunk to her fertilised womb. The young woman shuddered and came, joining the huge man, as both of them orgasmed together. She was smiling through her orgasm as suddenly all of the powerlifter's cum began to pour out of her cunt, even with his cock still inside her.
They exchanged pleasantries, he thanked her for letting him use her, she thanked him for being used, and then the two walked off. She put the towel in between her legs as she walked off to stop a trail of spunk flowing underneath her.
It reminded me of Olivia this morning, her cunt overflowing with cum...
"There was one girl..." I suddenly said. I snapped back to reality, shaking my head as I focused on training Yasmin.
"Oh?" Yasmin gave a huff and went back down to her ankles, squatting the bar on her shoulders, her huge belly protruding between her thighs bigger than a basketball. "Jay is a father?"
"Maybe." I shrugged. "This girl named Olivia. I met her today in class."
