All characters are 18+. All names are made up. This is a futanari story, it might not make as much sense just starting out from this chapter. I am slowly building up kinks. The new kinks for this story is cum inflation and some impregnation roleplay.
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Irina and I we were enjoying a little together time at Morgana's place on a Tuesday afternoon. I finally made the call to my mom to tell her I wasn't coming up for Christmas, and then I had to call my lawyer about the harrassment suit he was filing against my former boss.
"That's the last call," I said softly, and my new girlfriend locked her gaze with mine. She beckoned me playfully and I hopped over to sit next to her on the sofa. We cuddled up and kissed, but the moment my tongue entered her mouth, she giggled.
"Mm, I like," she said. "Save some of that for me. Take a look at these." She handed me her phone.
Displayed on screen was a picture of a deeply tanned female bodybuilder with a rather well-muscled back and shoulders. Although she was impressively built, her upper body was not out of proportion with the rest of her. Her legs and ass were huge. I swiped through a few more pictures to get a better impression of the whole girl. She had washboard abs and wide, powerful looking hips with impressively rounded buttocks. Her face had signs of some skin issues but her makeup hid it well enough, and the overall structure was fairly appealing
"Not bad," I replied. "Who is she?"
"Clara Martin. She works down at the gym, you know the big famous one all the bodybuilders hang out at. Personal trainer, but she also does a good bit of modeling. I guess that helps bring in the clientele."
"Hmm. I can really respect and admire what she's done for her body, she's pretty ripped."
"I'll say. Might be some 'roids, but can you imagine how tight she'd clamp down on your cock?" I just chuckled at that. "So, you'd wanna fuck her?"
I giggled. "Why, are you going to introduce us?"
"Sure! I don't know her, but she works at the gym and her schedule is posted. I think she could squeeze you in." We both chuckled.
"Honestly though, she's a little too, um, too big for me. Her shoulders and, um, what are these?"
"Traps. Trapezius muscles."
"Well, they're just so big. She looks kind of manly."
"I thought you would still be into that, Jeanie. Just the other day, you seemed pretty pleased with Denny's muscles."
"I don't know what I'm still into. It's changing!" I sighed. "It's just not doing it for me. I look at her and think she's going to break my dick off."
Irina doubled over laughing. "Well, we couldn't have that."
"It's not funny. I used to like muscular men! Now, broad shoulders and stubble doesn't really do it for me anymore. To put it mildly!"
"Oh don't get so excited. So you don't dig muscles anymore. Is that my fault?"
"I didn't say I don't like muscles, and yes, it
is
your fault, technically. Are there more?" Irina nodded. "Then let's just keep looking." I swiped to the next model.
"How about her?" The next model was an Asian girl, definitely very fit and attractive. Once again, I thought she was not to my taste, and swiped past her. Then I stopped.
"Whoa, who is that?"
"Mmm! Karina Albertson. She works down at the same gym as Clara." It's a chain gym that caters to bodybuilders, and was almost literally down the street and around the corner from Morgana's place.
"Karina looks damn good," I said, slightly awed. "Any more pictures of her?"
"Sure, let's check out her Instagram." Irina opened up Instagram and I followed suit. A moment later, we were both scrolling through pictures of Karina. Most of them were gym selfies, but at least a third were done by photographers or friends.
Karina had over 30,000 followers, making her a low level celebrity. Guessing her age was a bit of a challenge, because she had an almost flawless complexion, and her lithe body lacked a hint of sag. Her high-cheekboned face was without wrinkle or blemish. What she did have was a pair of legs any 20 year old girl would kill to have, crowned with a sexy bubble but that straight men would die for. There was some muscle tone and definition in her arms, no doubt, but her face was the best thing about her.
She had dark, almost black hair, and striking violet eyes. She had to be a European mix, my guess was some kind of Spanish Irish heritage. She had a cute nose and very full lips. I scrolled through to one picture of her in a bikini, clearly done by a photographer. I kept drinking in her gorgeous figure, her gently rolling abdominals and her b-cup breasts.
"So, what do you think?" Irina asked. "I'll bet that's a nose job. Lips too."
"Whatever, she's amazing! Look at those eyes," I replied, even as I scrolled back up to the top of her photo gallery and hit follow.
"Want to meet her? She's just around the corner."
"Well, let's just chill at my place. We can order pizza!" I had not asked, but I was guessing that sex witches don't have to worry about diet so much.
"Pizza?! Later! Come on, it will be fun and I will be with you the entire time. We don't have to seduce her, just get a selfie with her and work on our Instagram numbers."
"What is the point of that?"
"Look Jeanie, I take it seriously. Doing this social media stuff keeps me rooted in the real world. Now, a loyal friend would help me out. Don't you want to at least do that?"
"Well sure, when you put it that way, we ought to take selfies with all the girls there, not just the one that I find the most attractive."
"We should! Perfect plan!"
"Okay, if you say so," I rolled my eyes. "Wait a sec, do you want to fuck her?" I asked, with a hint of jealousy in my voice. The image of Karina diving on my blondie's muff pussy entered my head, and it sort of made me jealous.
"Only if you're there," she replied in a sultry voice. "Fuck, just thinking about that is getting me wet. Watching her helpless with lust, cumming on your pistoning cock, only to beg for more? I don't think I could control myself if I saw that. Wouldn't it turn you on to see us both kissing hot and heavy, with you trying to decide which one of us you're going to fuck next?"
All of her imagery sprang into my mind, and my cock began to swell.
"Okay but if, but that--" I stammered helplessly. I looked down at the notifications on my phone and realized that Karina had seen me and was now following me on Instagram. My confidence surged.
"But nothing!" Irina giggled. "Let's get our butts over there!"
"She gave me a follow!"
"That's great!" Irina chuckled. "She's been following me for a while now. Maybe she'll recognize us when we go there. Come on, let's get dressed!"
Lucille and Morgana had other plans for the evening. We knew we wouldn't be seeing them, but we also figured we better not go back to Morgana's place in case they bring their orgy home. Irina and I drove to the gym wearing some cute, skin-hugging gym apparel. Irina had her own, and I borrowed one of Morgana's outfits. It was a kind of cumbersome one-piece compression jumpsuit. The spandex helped to keep the bulge in my crotch small, the faux skirt that was built in hid it completely.
I was beginning to doubt we would find her there, since I never ran into celebrities. Instead, I started to get amped about having a gym workout with my gorgeous girlfriend. We were dressed for it, and we needed to keep up our near-daily schedule of exercise besides. I was always proud to hang out with a pretty and popular girl like Irina, but being with her in the gym where everyone could see just how hot and fuckable she was, made me feel a perhaps a little giddy.
Thankfully the place was close by, if we had been on the road for another minute, those thoughts would have led to a full-blown erection. We pulled up to the place and soon we were inside, with a guest registration and a small fee. The place was impressive, with an expansive weightlifting area, a cardio room on the sprawling upper level, and classrooms all along the east wing for things like spin class and yoga. I had never realized how many activities took place at the gym.
It was getting closer to 5 PM and it seemed more and more people were showing up, many of them some serious hardbodies.
"There she is!" Irina said. I followed her gaze to where a brunette was helping an auburn-haired woman on the calf press. The lady she was helping looked to be in good shape, and I guessed she was in her thirties. Karina was wearing a tight-fitting spandex tanktop, the kind that narrowed to a little strip in the back to showcase her shoulder blades, and encased her boobs tightly. It was white with black trim, with some sort of logo over the front. Gray leggings hugged her gloriously toned legs. Even from across the room, I found her mesmerizing.
Just then Karina looked over at us, and she must have caught me staring. I glanced away as fast as I could, but Irina gave her a friendly wave.
I looked up to see Karina smile our way, and then turn back to her client.
"Oh my god, I thought you said you don't know her!"
"I'm fixing that, silly," Irina replied. "Now stop being so bashful, it doesn't become one of the sisters. We have to get her to notice us, so of course I waved. Come on, let's hang around. I'm guessing her client there is just getting started, she's barely worked up a sweat."
We did warmups and stretches and hung around in the weight lifting area. I realized that I had no idea what weight to use, and we ended up defaulting to the lowest setting on every machine. That seemed to work for me, although Irina seemed capable of somewhat heavier weights, particularly on her legs.
We were also aware that there were plenty of guys checking us out, but no one tried to be a creep and hit on us. We stuck to easy exercises and always had an eye out for Karina and others in the gym. There were a few cuties, definitely some cute booties and stacked chests, but Irina was the whole package. Maybe I was biased, but with the memory of what she could do to me in a hot tub fresh in my mind, I was devotedly falling in love.
We were hardly working out anyway, so we decided it was time for a few gym selfies. Soon we were posing in front of the mirror. She lifted the front of her shirt and flexed her abs, and I was captivated by her smooth, toned flesh. One could easily make out the major muscles under her skin, and even the indentation that ran up a few inches from her navel. Thankfully she had that thin layer of fat that kept her looking soft and feminine. We snapped a few poses until we happened upon one we liked. We must have goofed around for a good two or three minutes, and I was beginning to feel very self-conscious.
"Good, she must have seen us snapping selfies," Irina said in a hushed voice, as some ripped asian dude walked past us to the free weights.
"I don't know, this is ridiculous. She doesn't want to take a selfie with us. It was fun but we should go now. My place or yours?" I asked my blonde lover.
"Not so fast! We haven't even talked to her."
I shook my head and gave her a worried look. I had butterflies in my stomach. This was not our turf.
"Come on, let's at least talk to her. Remember the plan. If it crashes and burns, you're still happy, so stop being so nervous!"
"Okay. So, it's 5:30 and she's still with that client. Should we keep waiting? What if she's booked a couple of hours?" It would suck if we nonchalantly waited around the gym just to get shot down by Karina. On the other hand, she might be friendly, even interested.
"I have an idea. Obviously we don't have to be so fixated on Karina. There are tons of hot girls here, but I always say if you don't aim high-"
"You never reach the sky." I finished. "That's so corny, we're not in high school anymore."
"Just follow my lead," she said, and she urged me to follow as she made a bee line for Karina.
