This story is the first where Brod gets dominated by a woman. Granted, it’s light femdom, but it’s still femdom. There’s also emphasis on sexual musk, so I want you to be warned. Some people don’t like emphasis on smell. I love it. Not body odor, I’m talking the scent created by hot, sweaty bodies and their genitals when they’re put together.
If you haven’t read another Brod story, expect hyper cocks, balls, and cum inflation.
This story is sort of a sequel to “Doctor’s Note,” but you don’t have to have read that to understand this one. As with that story, this was before I lost a lot of fat, so my cock really only had maybe 17-18 useful inches. Not that I ever get to use that much. This story is about the beginning of my fitness journey to where I am now.
You may remember that Dr. Nahid Ghali was trying to get me to see a physical trainer she knew. Nahid looks out for me. I’ve known her a very long time, and she’s brilliant. She now works for me as a reproductive endocrinologist. As you may know, I’m a professional breeder. Women pay me to impregnate them. Her guidance is a large part of my success. I didn’t need any help knocking anyone up, but she makes me better at it.
In the last story, you may also remember that I fucked twenty-nine different girls at the campus clinic. Thirty if you count Dr. Ghali’s enormous tits. What I didn’t mention, and what embarrassed me, was the fact that after girl ten, I was wheezing and breathing like crazy. My heart was pounding, threatening to escape my ribcage. My face was bright red. I actually had to stop fucking for a good while to catch my breath. After girl fifteen, I was in the same situation once more. I had to stop repeatedly.
Fortunately, most of the girls were very eager and rode my cock of their own volition. They’d take turns, a couple girls helping to guide one onto the head of my fat cock, stretching her out while she came all over me. They’d help her bounce up and down until I bloated her belly with jizz. By the time I was ravaging the last girl’s cunt, I had recovered enough to do things myself.
At the end of that, I was completely exhausted, however. I just didn’t have the physical power or endurance to be as actively dominant as I am today. Nahid herself has a dominant sort of personality, which you may have noticed in that story. She was more than happy to ride my cock after feeding me. Then it was her daughter, Mariam’s, turn.
I could easily burn thousands of calories in those hours-long fuck sessions. But I ate so poorly that I stayed enormously fat. I should have taken a hint, but I didn’t. It wasn’t until a later incident where I injured my knee that I realized something had to be done about my weight.
It had happened while providing a few dozen ladies, mostly MILFs, with swollen bellies. It was a bachelorette party. I enjoy the company of mature women as much as I enjoy the company of younger women—they know what they want, and in general, they can take more of my cock more easily.
The main tradeoff is that most of the 40 and 50-somethings are often not as … shall we say, rambunctious? Experimental? As I’ve often said, I don’t care about anything but them being willing and looking good. And every person is unique, but you notice certain trends when you meet enough of them. Some middle-aged women are wild. Especially when you get liquor in them and put them in an environment like a bachelorette party. And at this point, ladies and gentlemen, I am going on a tangent
In any case! I’d been stumbling back to a chair, wheezing and catching my breath, when I lost my balance going down a couple of stairs and twisted my knee. Such a small distance, such horrible pain. The tearing of my ligament was audible. A loud pop, unexpectedly.
Luckily, the nurses at the hospital kept me company. My lady friends, and of course, the ladies from the party also came to visit me regularly. When I finally recovered enough to walk into the hallway, I found out that the nurses had grown weary of directing traffic and had resorted to putting up signs directing well-wishers to my room. I imagine it was also much to the relief of my roommate that they moved him to a different room. After my knee healed, I talked to Dr. Ghali about her trainer. A week after that was my first appointment with Yara.
I’d fucked fit chicks before, but it wasn’t until this incident that I developed a “thing” for muscular women that put them right up there with girls that had a plump ghetto booty. Don’t get me wrong, I love girls of all body types. If you’re a lady or a smooth, cute boy, I’d most likely be quite happy to spend some time making you cum your head off and ensuring you had difficulty walking the next day. I love nearly all women. Thin, fat, those in between. But maybe after this you’ll see why I developed this particular fascination with fit girls.
It was in the afternoon when I showed up at a little gym. The door jingled as I came in, holding a duffel bag with entirely too many things in it. I had no clue what to expect, so I had about three shirts, two kinds of sweatpants, maybe 450 water bottles, ninety-seven protein bars, compression sleeves for every conceivable body part but my balls. It was more a matter of what I didn’t have.
I was greeted at the door by a girl with a warm caramel complexion. Her jet-black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a couple of bangs hanging about her inviting face. But what was most striking were her eyes. Big, brown eyes like amber. They had a gentle slant, not unlike my own. I guessed her to be part Filipino, or perhaps another south pacific ethnicity.
She smiled at me. “You must be Brod,” she said, eyeing the swinging, heavy sack of flesh poorly hidden by my bright red Hawaiian shorts. They fit, so I wore them. Clothes were even harder to find back then.
“That’s me. Hey. And you’re Yara?” I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes.
“My god, did you just buy everything in Sports Authority?” she asked, looking down at my bag. A navy-blue sports bra held back the gentle swells of her modest breasts. Her shorts exposed the lines of her quads, sculpted into her thick thighs. Her belly was bare, flat abs gently moving with her breathing. She grabbed my bag and hefted it. “You only needed one huge sack, Brod.”
I chuckled, smirking a bit. “That one’s pretty heavy, too.”
“I heard,” she said.
“Think you can handle all of it?” I asked.
She fixed me with a stony glare and jabbed her finger into my chest. This was the first time I realized how strong she was. That stung! “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m here to get you in better shape. I’m doing this for Nahid as a personal favor. When we’re working, we’re working, you got it? I’m not here to join your harem.”
The idiotic grin on my face disappeared. I was caught off-guard. “Y-yeah, okay.”
“I am your boss. You obey me,” she said, closing in and invading my personal space. This wasn’t like when other women did it. This wasn’t flirting. This was all about her making sure that I knew how things worked around here.
“Okay, I’ll listen.”
Yara shook her head. “Say it, Brod. Say Yara is your boss.”
Up until then, no woman had ever spoken to me like this. My heart was accelerating. I was confused. On the one hand, I instinctively wanted to revolt. Who is she to talk to me like that?! On the other … honestly … I sort of liked it.
“You’re my boss, Yara.”
She patted my cheek and turned, waggling her finger, guiding me deeper into the facility. I wove through the alien landscape of metal racks and machines. My eyes weren’t on them, though. They were on her bouncing, rocking, luscious bubble butt. Back then, I didn’t realize that what I was seeing was the combination of countless squats and some natural thickness. I seriously just thought some people had great butts and some didn’t.
Yara turned towards me. “Put the bag down. Is this what you’re going to exercise in?” She gestured at my clothes.
“Yeah? Is something wrong?”
Her amber eyes locked with mine again. Somehow, her gaze was cold, yet not unfriendly. “It’s fine, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. Once we start, I don’t want us being interrupted unless necessary. Alright?”
“I’m assuming you have about ten gallons of water in there. Take it out, put some on the bench there. No one’s coming in for a couple hours to use it.”
I did exactly that. I had a gallon-sized water bottle and a more manageable liter-sized one.
“Good. Okay, warm up. I want you to follow me as best you can.”
Yara proceeded to guide me through a few basic exercises. Some arm rotations, some (attempted) toe touches. Planking from my knees. It wasn’t long before I was breathing hard. My shirt became dark with sweat. She’d occasionally stop me and correct my form. It was hard, but I learned.
“It’s hard right now, I know,” she told me during a break. “But I have a plan to make you strong. I don’t want you to get discouraged. No one starts off with abs like mine.” She smirked sidelong at me. “After a few months, you won’t tear a ligament fucking a bunch of middle-aged ladies.”
I chuckled. Once we went back to work, we both realized pushups didn’t really work with how big I was. My melon-sized nuts kept pressing between my legs and the floor. It was really uncomfortable. Yara must have noticed because she told me to stop. I was hoping this would excuse me from pushups, but she figured out a way. She had me put my knees on one of the benches, and pulled up another one for me to put my hands on. Now I could do pushups while my bulge dangled below.
This entire time, she’d been doing the exercises alongside me, and didn’t seem to be exerting any effort at all. Watching her move was fascinating, though I was too exhausted to enjoy the aesthetics of her body.
“Okay, Brod. You catch your breath. Time for the next step. I’ll be right back.”
I sat on a bench and watched as she walked outside. It was the middle of the afternoon. The sun was blazing and the air was like steam. Yara began running. Around and around the building. The fuck was she doing? I watched as she passed the windows again, again. Seriously, the fuck is this?
Finally, she came back in about ten minutes later. I could see glistening sweat rolling down her skin. Droplets trickled down her thighs, damp spots appeared in her clothes. When she came close, I could feel the heat coming off her body. I started breathing harder. I could smell the hot scent of fresh sweat.
A little smirk crossed her face. “Mmm.”
Was she expecting this reaction? I … liked it. Yara took her shoes off, then slipped free of her socks. She wiggled her toes before shoving her foot into my chest, pinning me on my back. The trainer straddled the bench above my head. She lowered herself, shoving her sweat-drenched cunt into my face.
“Mmmphr-mmm!” I protested into her sweaty muff. Fuck! I could smell her hot, spicy-sweet, inviting feminine scent. The musk, the acridness of her sweat. It was as if the heat and exertion just made it stronger. She ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her sweaty mound into my mouth and nose. Muscular thighs wrapped around my head, making sure I couldn’t escape. All I could smell was Yara.
And to my surprise and embarrassment, my cock responded, too. It started to swell, tenting my shorts outward. Yara finally released me and stood up. I gasped for air.
“What the hell?!” I panted.
She turned around and lowered her drenched crotch to my face again, grinding and rubbing all over me. My heart was pounding as I felt her hands freeing my organ. I wheezed for air as she used my face as a seat, her powerful thighs wrapped around my head again. I felt her hands pumping my cock as it grew bigger and bigger. A fingertip teased the tip until precum started to flow.
Then she was gone. I gasped. I could breathe again! But … I honestly missed that smell. My chest heaved as I looked at her. I wanted her to do it again.
“Naked, now!” she snapped, her gaze piercing.
I got up and did what she said. In moments, my bulbous body was bare.
“Go take a shower,” she said.
“You know, the thing where water falls on you and you clean yourself?” asked the trainer.
I shook my head, not understanding, and getting kind of irritated again. My cock kept pulsing, though, hard and dripping. Sometimes, I wish I could find situations as simple as my cock did. “Yeah, but I thought we were just getting warmed up.”
“Go to the showers, Brod,” she said, before turning around and looking at her phone. This exchange was over.
So I grabbed my shower kit and towel and went to the showers.
My feet slapped the moist tiles as I walked in, not knowing what to expect. And I couldn’t expect this. I jerked back when I saw what was in there, nearly dropping the bag.
When I got inside, I found an audience. A dozen women were standing in the shower, stark naked. All of them were athletically built. Rounded deltoids, sculpted quads, and well-defined abs all around. Rolled-up yoga mats and a bunch of chairs were sitting near the edges of the room. It was all very confusing.
“You’re late,” said a nearby blonde.
She didn’t answer me, instead rolling one of the yoga mats out on the floor of the shower. The area was dry and the air held the faint tang of recent bleach. I heard footsteps behind me, then Yara’s voice.
“We’re going to work on upper body strength today, Brod. Bodyweight exercises,” she explained. The trainer took my towel and shower satchel and put them on a shelf near the entrance. Then she joined the other girls, as naked as they were. She had a neatly trimmed crescent of pubic hair above a very fleshy mound. “Your hormones are racing now. You responded better than I thought you would to having your face sat on,” she said, looking around the room.
The girls were creeping into a circle around me.
It’s easy to say you’d be aroused in a situation like that. You could tell me how you’d have taken charge. How you wouldn’t have been put off. But you know what? I’m only human, and back then, I wasn’t as confident a human. Nor was I as strong as I am now.
I’d had my face sat on, and now I was thrust naked in front of thirteen girls who clearly spent a lot of time sculpting their bodies. Just imagine that, you’re morbidly obese and suddenly you’re naked in front of thirteen very attractive athletes. You’re expected to perform an activity you haven’t the slightest idea about, but which they’re experts at.
I usually didn’t think about my weight, but I was suddenly aware of just how fat I really was—I was twice the mass of any girl there. And as disoriented as I was, having all these athletes forming a circle around me while staring at me was more than a bit disconcerting. My heart was pumping again. I didn’t know what was going to happen. This wasn’t a scenario where I was in control of the girls the way I was used to. I was out of my depth. Granted, my cock was still rock-hard, but I was becoming aware of the smell in the room, even stronger than the cleaners. Hot sweat. These girls had been working out before I’d showed up. My chest was heaving. Fuck, it smelled good.
Yara squatted and patted the mat. “Lie down.”
I lied on the mat.
The blonde bent and grabbed my cock just behind the head before she began to lower her body. Hot flesh kissed my cock’s tip. She let out a groan as her engorged lips began to stretch for my size. “Fuck, he’s bigger than he looks,” she grunted. Her body weight put pressure on my cock that felt wonderful, the sturdy column taking her weight easily. Hell, that was probably the strongest part of my body.
“Yeah, mmmm. Yeah!” she panted as gravity stretched her pretty little pussy around my crown. I could see the way the sheer volume of flesh she was trying to fit inside her pushed her lower stomach into a little mound. She began to bounce a little, biting her lower lip and whimpering. I reached forward and rubbed my hands over her firm sides, letting out a gasp. Fuck, this felt good. And why the hell was the combined scent of twelve girls’ sweat so goddamn invigorating?!
A black girl walked up behind her, wide hips rocking. She flashed me a grin and and shoved down on the blonde’s shoulders.
“Oh FUUUCK!” she howled as she sank six inches onto my cock, the head bulging out in her belly.
“ FuMmmph!ck! Yeah!” I grunted, panting loudly. Precum splashed out around my cock, a lewd squelching coming from our union.
Her hands strangled my shaft in a death grip as she arched her neck back and her belly squeezed. Sploosh! Hot juices rolled down my cock and belly as she came. “Wh-why?! Sammy! Guh-god! Mmmph!”
“Damn, calm down, Trish, you just came all over him,” replied Sammy, a little smirk curling the corner of her full lips. She put her hands on her hips. “I told you the dildo wasn’t as big as him, Yara.”
“We’re all getting a workout today,” replied the trainer. She stepped over me, looking down with that strange coldness. At this angle, her abs were like a washboard, her breasts and face in shadow.
She turned around and began to squat over me. “I want you to keep my ass off your face for as long as you can, Brod,” she instructed.
I reached up and put my hands under her thighs, and grunted as I held her weight up. I felt my chest tightening, my triceps engaging, my fingers digging into her firm muscle. But I could also hear Trish mewling and I could feel her beginning to slowly press herself up and down, each time, her body slipping a little lower.
“Fuck, he’s like a horse!” echoed her voice in the ceramic space.
Letting out a guttural grunt, I began pushing harder up against Yara. Her weight was getting heavier and heavier, but … well, I didn’t understand, but I felt like it was easier than it should be. Like she was lighter than she looked.
I felt a bump against the tip of my cock. “He just hit my cervix,” announced Trish.
“Do you always provide color commentary during sex?” teased one of the other girls.
“I’m gonna try to take this slo-OOOOH GOD!” Abruptly, I felt her drop downward, almost ten inches of cock stuffed into her cunt. I heard the lewd splashing, felt the tightening as she came again. “Sammy, you royal fucking CUNT!” she howled before another orgasm splattered hotly against my body. “God! Aaaugh!”
I moaned in pleasure, a long, steamy breath against Yara’s approaching pussy and crack. I let out a strained groan as they approached. What would happen if I just … let her sit on my face again?
“You’re feeling it, aren’t you, Brod?” she asked. “That primal need. Not just the sex. The air in here. Mm. We’re all animals.”
The fuck was she talking about? I didn’t know. I couldn’t think. What I did know was that Trish’s hands were on my quivering belly, sinking into the soft flesh. She resumed bouncing her poor, stretched-out pussy. Schlip. Schlip. Schlip. Our mixed juices rolled down my cock, making it shine. I could feel the stuff pooling under me on the mat. I could see how her fleshy lips had turned bright red and were stretched latex-thin.
Then, Yara’s pussy came down and kissed me. My nose pushed up against her taint. She stood up again. “Fuck,” I grunted, my arms splaying out on the tile.
“Fuck! Yeah! Yeah!” panted Trish as she fucked herself on my monstrous member, her belly bulging out visibly even though she was bent forward. Her eyes looked at the ceiling, her tongue lolled out. “Mmmb-b-baby! Fuck!” She shuddered as she came again. I could feel my nuts building up pressure … the combination of the exertion, the fucking, the thick feminine musk, it was all getting to me.
“I bet you wonder why we’re doing this,” said Yara.
“I. Mph. Yeah.” I grunted as I looked at Trish.
“Science,” she said. “Why don’t you fill that nice girl’s womb?” cooed the trainer as she walked behind Trish. I felt it as her toes rubbed my heavy balls, curling, pulling at the sack flesh…. And that was it.
SPLUUUURT. I erupted. Trish fell back against Yara, who caught her shoulders. The blonde’s belly bloated out immediately. GLURCH. Another heavy wad, erupting for several seconds, cups worth of goopy, thick seed blasting her insides with heat. Her stomach distended further, abs disappearing as her gut began to hang down like she’d swallowed a watermelon.
Sammy smiled like an idiot behind Trish as she watched. “Like a damn pregnancy video,” she observed.
Trish’s eyes rolled back as she reached another climax … although her fluid was lost in mine, white pearls spraying out around my girth. I felt my own thick spunk rolling down onto my sack and nuts.
SPLURT. SPLURT. Trish grabbed handfuls of her belly as it rippled, fingers sinking in. It sagged lower, lower, jiggling as we moved. Finally, after another full minute, I stopped shooting. Trish looked like she’d swallowed a beach ball.
Sammy and another girl pulled Trish off my cock. Schlooooorp-pop! Her gaping cunt began to gush steaming-hot spunk as they helped her sit up against the wall. Sammy laughed, sounding entirely too amused over this.
I guess the trainer agreed. “Sammy, you’re up,” said Yara, pointing at my cock.
“What?” she asked, her grin disappearing.
“You volunteered like all of us, right?” asked the trainer. “It’s time for the next set.”
“I didn’t even know Asians got this big,” she muttered as she came towards me.
I smiled weakly at her. My cock was still pulsing, but now it was mostly painted white, layers of cum rolling down its surface. Slimy, clear precum was rolling from the tip, washing some white away. The girl turned around and smiled, rubbing her hands over her plump rear. It was nice and thick, the cheeks so round. I reached forward, grabbing handfuls of it, the contrast of our skin tones sharp.
“How many black girls you fucked before, huh?” she asked.
“Um, you want me to count?” I asked, squinting. My hands paused, still resting on her rump. “Well, last week….”
Sammy rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, player, huh? Any of them have an ass like mine? Come on, ever seen a booty like this, Chino?”
Yara sighed and shoved down on Sammy’s shoulders.
“AUGHFUCK!” she howled as her pussy stretched out around my cock, the gargantuan organ forced up into the formerly tight little cunt. I felt her tight, slick silkiness surrounding me, the beautiful sensation of smooth tunnel stretching and squeezing.
“It’s time to work, not talk,” said Yara, sneering, her face stoic as she forced Sammy down further.
The darker girl clawed at Yara’s arms. Her high-pitched shriek echoed through the showers. I felt her nails raking at my thighs as a shower of gleaming droplets blasted from her pussy. Yara smiled and came back to my head, smirking at me. Her ass descended upon my face again.
We did a total of four sets like this. And four fit girls had their abs disappear as their bellies grew larger and larger. Each time, I was able to keep Yara’s cunt off my face for less and less time.
After the last set, they hauled the redhead away, her heels scooting against the tiles as my white spunk rolled in rivers down her legs, to her ankles, dripping from her feet. Her pussy yawned open.
But when they sat her next to the other girls, my eyes widened in surprise at what I saw.
Trish was there, bouncing up and down as she squatted, grunting and rubbing her belly. It was almost completely flat. My jizz gushed out in thick pulses, a few cups at at time. Gush-splash. Gush-splash. She licked her lips and grinned at me. I had expected to see her lying on the floor.
Sammy was on a yoga mat in what I would later learn was called a child’s pose. As her forehead touched the mat and her thighs compressed her stomach, my spunk blasted out of her cunt in a bright white arc, splattering into a growing pool of jizz. She moved into a cobra pose, sighing. Her belly was swollen enough to sit against the mat, but every second it was shrinking.
The raw smell of my seed was mixing in with the sweaty feminine musk and creating a heady fog that made me breathe hard even after I’d caught my breath.
“How are you doing?” Yara asked Trish. The two latest girls were groaning, still lounging on the chairs, apparently resting before getting rid of my jizz.
“I’ll be ready for another round once it’s my turn again,” she answered.
I just ... stared at her. Yara and Trish chuckled when they noticed my attention.
“We’re tougher than the girls you usually fuck,” said Yara. “For such a big guy, you do have a surprising amount of stamina. Get up.”
“Thirteen against one, Brod,” Trish chuckled as she rose to her feet with relative ease.
I climbed to my own, my enormous, jizz-coated cock bouncing and tossing away globs of seed. “I just almost never see a girl get back up right after I fuck her,” I breathed in amazement.
“Jody, you’re up. Set up the chairs for the modified upright row,” Yara ordered, waving her finger at a couple of unoccupied chairs. Her skin was glistening. In fact, everyone was sweating at this point. Our … exersexing? Fucksercise? Sexercising? Who knows. All this work was making the room hot, though. That was undisputable.
“Wow, you guys are going to a lot of trouble for me,” I said, shaking my head. I mean, here were thirteen girls volunteering to help get me in better shape, yet I wasn’t even paying for it.
“Yeah, you know, right? I don’t see how we’re also benefitting mutually from this,” laughed Sammy from across the room. I looked at her. She was sitting in one of the chairs against the shower wall, her thighs splayed open, her cunt gaping wide enough to push a beer bottle into. Spunk was still trickling out.
“I guess that’s true,” I chuckled.
I looked towards the new voice. A petite Asian girl was standing on two chairs about two feet apart. I’m fairly sure she was Korean, but she may have been Japanese. “Hey, pay attention, you, get over here,” ordered Jody. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, her dark eyes on mine. Her shoulders were sculpted, deltoids rounded, biceps firm.
I walked up to her. She grabbed my shoulders and directed me to stand with my cock directly under her. Yara went around behind her and put her hands on the girl’s sides. Jody grinned at me. “We’re gonna ride you into the ground, meat-boy. Now brace that cock.”
I grabbed my cock with both hands and held it vertical. “Like this?”
“Like that.” Then she just … dropped her ass. All of her weight slammed down on top of my cock as I braced it with both hands.
“FUCK YEAH!” she howled.
“Oh god!” I cried out as I felt her rear entrance stretch out around my slick glans, the muscular ring easily stretching as eight inches of cock disappeared into under five feet of girl. Her belly tented outward around my cock. “Fuck!” I grunted.
“I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!” she roared at the other girls, her voice amplified by the tiles.
“Holy shit,” said Sammy behind me. Even Yara looked taken aback, her brow furrowing.
“GET! MORE! IN! ME!” howled Jody, bouncing her entire body up and down with each syllable, my cock sinking deeper each time. A foot of two-liter-bottle-thick cock was now jammed into this tiny body.
“Holy. Fuck. Mmmph. Ahh!” I grunted, panting, loving all that hot tightness, slick with my juices.
“Brod,” said Yara, getting my attention. I looked at her and she continued. “Grip her thighs with an underhand grip. Then, use a shrugging kind of motion, try to bring her pussy up to your chin.” She pantomimed the exercise.
I nodded and did just what instructed. Jody wrapped her arms around my head, mushing my face up against her body. I could taste her sweat. I licked her abs. That … was a surprisingly nice texture.
I began to shrug, grunting as I pulled her up and then let her sink back down. Up, down, up, down, her ass pistoned along my cock. Balmy precum gushed into of her by the ounces, filling her bowels with slick syrup. I dripped around my cock, her red, stretched ring pulling slightly out as I pulled her up.
Her stomach contracted. “You fatass fucking ox!” she yelled at me as her pussy began to gush all over me. “I’m gonna stuff you all in my ass! All of you! All the dick! In my ass!” she yelled, even through her orgasm. It was honestly kind of bizarre, but I was used to this sort of thing. People yell some weird stuff during sex, sometimes.
Another of the girls, a redhead, knelt down in front of Yara, under Jody. She wrapped her hands around my cock tightly. I could feel the roughness caused by her training. Her firm shoulders rolled as she began pumping all the cock that wasn’t currently inside Jody. I sighed in pleasure, loving the rare sensation of having my entire length stimulated. Jody grunted and aggressively bounced her ass up and down. When I felt my shoulders tiring, she held on tighter, her nails raking my back.
Then, it was time to unload. It was hard to last long. GLOOORCH. My first load drew a howl and an orgasm. SPLOOORT. Her belly began to swell, cum sprayed around my thickness onto the girl below. SPLURT. SPLURT. Jody began to look pregnant as my hot seed sloshed around in her belly, stretching her insides out, rushing deep, squishing and shifting.
“Fill me up like a damn blimp!” she demanded. “Pump every last drop into my ass!”
I mumbled into her body as her nails left red lines on my skin. I felt her belly press my chest. It got so big she had to lean away, onto Yara. Finally, with her tummy swollen up like a small yoga ball, jiggling above her, I stopped, and Jody sighed, rubbing her hands over my face.
“Help me take her over there,” Yara said, nodding to the side. We did an awkward two-person shuffle towards a yoga mat and knelt together. My cock held her securely, and my hands balanced her. We lowered the still-rambling Jody to the soft surface and I began pulling out of her. Until she grabbed my arm.
“Get my water bottle. Plug it all in me,” she grunted.
“You’re gonna go another round, aren’t you?” asked Yara.
“I have another hole,” growled Jody.
“Alright, then?” I said, unsure. Yara handed me a large water bottle. I put a hand on Jody’s belly and began pulling my cock out of her. Blurch! Her ass gushed jizz until I jammed the water bottle in. Grunting, I gripped her thigh and stuffed the whole thing in her, the plastic crunching. Jody cooed in pleasure, laying there, caressing her swollen belly, looking ready to give birth to quadruplets.
“Ooh, this is really nice…,” she sighed. “I told you I could do it,” she repeated to Sammy. Sammy’s response was to shake her head.
I believe a couple hours passed … all the girls got two or three turns with me. Except Yara, standing there directing the action.
I was just utterly exhausted. I laid on a yoga mat in a pool of juices. The mat wasn’t nearly thick enough to lift me out of the puddle, but I didn’t care. My arms felt like wet noodles, my back was on fire, my abs felt like they were detaching from my ribcage. And the girls had even managed to make my monstrous erection go soft. Just a dozen women had managed to sate my cock.
But even with their endurance level, three times was a challenge. Still, they looked relatively chipper compared to the condition I usually left ladies in.
Two of them were sitting together on one of the yoga mats, long legs spread, cum spewing from their ravaged cunts. They rubbed each other’s bloated bellies, so heavily laden they rested on the floor.
Sammy was slowly massaging Trish’s belly, forcing the last dregs of seed from her body. The sound of slime made her hands squish lewdly as she kneaded at the white girl’s stomach, licking her lips. Trish cooed and stroked Sammy’s face. Sammy gathered a handful of my spunk as it flowed out of Trish and held it over her face, letting it trickle into her mouth. Then she laid down, their slick bodies slipping against each other as they made out, sharing my seed, smearing it all over each other’s faces.
Jody still had her ass plugged up, and seemed really fascinated by her bloated stomach. She was rubbing handfuls of spunk over it, making it shine.
Another girl was squatting over a blender bottle, grunting as she pressed down on her belly. White cream gushed from her gaping pussy and filled the container to overflowing. Then she scooted up into a chair and began to gulp my semen down. My organ twitched at seeing her do that. Honestly, this whole scene was recharging my llibido pretty effectively.
A redhead was in the corner, slowly easing into a plie. Her knees spread, her ass approached the ground. GLOOORCH! A glistening, pearly stream of spunk the diameter of a coke can began to gush from her cunt into a growing puddle that rolled towards the drain. The pale girl pressed her hands against the wall and arched her back. That fiery red hair hung in drenched tentacles. Droplets of seed rolled down her spine, between her taut ass cheeks, dripping down. She licked her lips.
Cum was everywhere. I was covered in spunk. It rolled over my heaving, jiggling belly. It was all over my glasses. I’d had to clean them several times. It was rolling down the walls in sheets, and … as I laid on the floor, I realized that there were even patches stuck to the ceiling. I looked straight up, and—splat. A fat dollop of my own jizz splashed on my face. I moved to the side. Splat. Another glob. I scooted down the mat.
The room reeked of sex and sweat. Gallons and gallons of my torrid spunk that hadn’t been washed away, who knew how many liters of feminine juices, and the heat of thirteen well-trained female bodies. Another girl was bending forward, stretching her hamstrings. I could see them outlined under her skin as streams of white rolled to her ankles.
Yara reappeared and sat on me. Her ass rubbed against my cock’s base as she leaned her forearms against her knees and smirked down at me. “So how was your first real workout?”
“I could get used to this,” I admitted. “Fuck, it stinks in here,” I grumbled … before inhaling deeply and sighing.
“All part of the plan, Brod,” she chuckled, rubbing a hand over the fleshy hill of my stomach. “Poor, big-boy Brod. Couldn’t handle a few girls. Look at you now,” she cooed. But … I didn’t really feel like she was insulting me. Her hands were caressing my stomach. It was almost affectionate. “We beat you. And it didn’t take thirty.”
“I know,” I nodded.
“Still, I’m impressed by your stamina for being a three-hundred-pound fatty. I guess sex is something you’re naturally good at,” she said, laying on top of me and rubbing a hand over my chest. Her body was so hot. Her firm abs pressed against my soft belly. Slick sweat made us slide against each other. Looking back on that memory, I now realize that Yara is part of why I’m now infatuated with Korra.
“Thanks,” I said.
“When I’m done with you…. Heh. When I’m done with you, it’s gonna take an Amazon army to sate that thing,” she purred. Then she sat up, picking up a blender bottle of her own, also full of my spunk. Yara raised it upwards. I saw her throat pumping, heard the satisfied gulping as she chugged some of my hot, gooey seed. “Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Aahh,” she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Did you know cum is an excellent protein source with full-spectrum amino acids and a lot of other beneficial components?”
“No?” I said. “That’s … weird. Really?”
“Yes. I actually did my thesis on semen. I went to medical school with Nahid.”
I squinted at her face. “You don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
She laughed. “Thanks. Anyway, you’re going to be helping me test some of my theories.” Yara’s eyes lit up as she started talking about her work. “I bet you wonder why I smothered you with my sweaty pussy. Why I locked you in here and had you do this fuck-workout,” she asked, poking my chest.
“It crossed my mind,” I admitted.
“That’s another of my theories. It’s a long-held belief amongst many athletes. They think sex, cumming. It degrades performance. Some men won’t even jerk off for a month before a sports event,” she explained, taking another swig of my spunk. She began rubbing my belly again. It felt nice.
“I didn’t know that,” I said. “That doesn’t really make much sense?”
“No, it doesn’t. I’ve had this theory for a while, see. A theory that sex would improve performance, make you gain muscle and fitness faster,” she purred. “And you’re going to help me find out. We’re also going to be testing out how effective massive amounts of semen is as a dietary supplement.”
I nodded. “I admit, this workout was much funner than I thought.”
Yara smirked. “I have a lot planned for you. You’re going to be my Hotei.”
I shook my head. “Your hotel?”
She chortled. “The laughing buddha. You know, the fat jolly Asian guy? In the stories, he has a big sack he hauls around that he gives people gifts from. Big fat Asian guy that everyone loves to see come around. You and your sack will help me put my theories to the test.”
“Oh, okay, then.” I grinned and rubbed my hands over her thighs. “Do I get to fuck you, now?”
“How kind of you to offer to bang me. But I have more clients today, and … well.” She looked over her shoulder. A couple of the girls were very slowly getting to their feet, clawing at the walls to lever themselves up. One of them moved to one of the showerheads, groaning like a zombie and walking like a duck through pools of jizz. Every step, a pulse of cum shot out of her cunt. Splurt. Squish. Splurt. Squish.
I nodded. “Ah, yeah, you need to walk to do your job, huh?”
“It helps,” she agreed before getting to her feet. I grunted and sat up … which wasn’t all that easy, but I managed. “Ladies, let’s get cleaned up.” Yara looked back at me as she put her hands on her hips, her inviting ass flexing as she stood. She was near the middle of the floor, where my cum had puddled more than ankle deep. “And you wonder why we did this in the shower.”
“No, actually. I figured that out once the fuckings started,” I laughed. “Trust me, some girls won’t fuck me without a dozen tarps all over the room.”
Around us, showerheads went live. Steam and water began to fill the space. This must also why they’d used plastic chairs.
Yara got my shower bag and opened it, looking inside. “Is this one of those Japanese washcloths? The exfoliant ones?”
“Yeah. Nahid suggested it, actually. I had a skin thing it helped with,” I explained.
“Show me. Lather that thing up.” She waggled a finger. I picked up the body wash and the cloth and followed her into one of the running streams of water. The heat felt incredible on my sore muscles. I poured some of my body wash on the cloth and began to knead it, building up a lather. Yara put her hands on her hips and nodded down at her body. “Wash me.”
“Um. This is men’s body wash,” I said. Even after all this, her giving me a simple two-word command surprised me. Two of the girls nearby laughed.
“Do you honestly think that men and women need different soap? That we have some kind of alien chemistry?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “This soap is too manly for us, ladies, we might start growing boob-hair.”
I wasn’t sure, but I think I blushed. “S-sorry?” I warbled before giving my own uneasy chuckle. “No, you just surprised me.”
“Brod, if you want me to keep training you, you’re going to wash me,” Yara told me. “Now.”
I squinted at her, not sure how to take this. I mean, I’d followed her orders up till now, but that’s because I thought it was all part of the training. Now It just seemed like she was rubbing it in. What came out of my mouth was, “You’re a strong girl, I think you can handle it.”
Yara sighed and moved closer, patting my cheek. “Brod, Brod. It’s just a game. Okay? You liked me ordering you around before. You got a boner from being smothered.”
I gave her what I thought was a Clint Eastwood man-with-no-name glare. I just ended up looking like a pouty raisin. I’m really bad at being a tough guy.
She kissed my cheek. “I like you. There’s a type of guy that comes in here whose brains are basically powered by testosterone.” She did her best frat boy impression, “ ‘Oh, you sure you can handle this? Hey babe, how ‘bout I train you?’ Then I have to whip them into shape and teach them some respect.” Yara rolled her eyes.
“What does that have to do with making me wash you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Back then, I just didn’t understand the game.
Yara chuckled. “This is what. You respected me right off the bat. You have the biggest nuts I’ve ever seen in my life, but you don’t act like an idiot. My point is that I think you’re mature enough to handle the game, if you want to play.”
The water kept raining down on us as we had this conversation, making it unintentionally melodramatic. And then that melodrama was quashed by my stupid pouty face and the fact that we were naked and girls were standing everywhere leaking my jizz.
She continued, “I can’t make you do a single thing you don’t want to. And you liked it when I gave you orders before. It’s all up to you. Do you want to wash me? If you do, it’s your choice.”
My face softened. It … sounded reasonable. I was just playing a game with her, not signing over my autonomy. It was a game. “Tell me again.”
She grinned before putting on her serious face. “Brod. Put yourself to use. Wash me.”
“Yes, okay.” I began to lather her body up as she stood there, hands on her hips. Fuck, such long legs, such sculpted lines … she was like a caramel-colored Wonder Woman. I gently scrubbed over her small breasts. I wanted to suck them. Suds rolled over her flat eight-pack. The cloth swept over her rounded deltoids, her taut biceps, her wide hips. I knelt at her feet. She stared down at me, her face impassive and stern. Come to think of it, she may also be why I have a thing about Kiryuin Satsuki, even though I haven’t seen much of that show.
Regardless, I began to run my washcloth over her quads, the swept line of the sartorious, the powerful calves. She lifted her foot so I could clean her toes. I stood and moved behind her, lathering her back, my hot breath lost in the falling water. I also felt a heavy pulsing. My cock was reawakening. It began swelling as I moved past her bubble butt, panting as she bent forward to let me clean between the cheeks.
Even popping her ass up at me, she still managed to look dignified. I finished the backs of her legs and moved in front of her, sinking to my knees once more. I looked up and briefly made eye contact before I ran my tongue up her stomach, panting heavily as I licked her abs. My half-yard cock jutted out between her legs, pouring precum onto the floor as my melon-sized nuts touched the tiles.
I stared at her silky-shaven cunt and leaned in. I kissed the outer lips, slipping my tongue up into her, and—
“Hello? Where did everyone go?” called a voice.
“Shit,” grunted Yara. She moved away from me. I licked my lips, still tasting her. I got to my feet.
A chubby middle-aged woman dressed in some kind of neon-and-black spandex suit from the 80s came around the corner and into the shower room. “Yara, are— Oh my god, what is going on here?!” she squeaked, turning bright red when she saw me.
“A special class. Who else is here?”
“Well, Petra, Milagros. The whole spin class is here? We’ve been waiting for about fifteen minutes.” As she explained, the woman’s eyes kept darting to me—particularly my pulsing cock. “I heard the showers going, and I came to check.”
“Mrs. Allan. I’m sorry for the tardiness, but we were just getting done with a training session for Mr. Kanayama here,” explained Yara. “To make up for it, why don’t you inform the rest of the ladies that they can either ride the bikes, or Brod, here.” She gave me that stern look. “Brod, you will be an exercise machine today. Is that clear?
I nodded. “I can handle it. How big is the class?”
“I might need some help, I’m pretty sore,” I admitted.
“I’ll help. It’s my class, after all,” said Yara, giving me a wink
Mrs. Allan took her wedding band off, pocketed it, and left the room.
“I think this is the start of a good working relationship,” chuckled Yara, swatting my ass.
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