Danielle Ch. 05

"That's how Casey feels, huh?" Danielle whispered to herself. If Megan heard, she ignored it.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the bus," Megan said.

"Thanks."

Danielle didn't tell her parents what happened, though she made no attempt to hide it either. They should've known something was wrong by her silence. Despite carrying the secret of what she and her friends did, she remained conversational at dinner at least. Not this time. The conundrum of hating herself, for reasons she still couldn't understand, locked out other thoughts. It even dulled her senses, making the food taste like seasoned cardboard.

Danielle arrived at the gym the next day. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, shirts and towels inside, and wore one of the few outfits that still fit. It was tighter than yesterday. She took shallow breaths, worried that her shirt would give out, and tried not to move her legs too much, since her leggings were in a worse situation. A faux muffin top had formed where the fabric sank into her butt.

The gym itself was a modern building, designed for discretion and appeal. Windows lined the base floor, revealing the flawless reception room, furbished with couches, a few plants, and a desk with a young woman behind it, a clear regular at the gym. Her arms were toned, breasts gently curved from her chest, and a tiny crop top kept her impressive midriff on display. Danielle took a deep breath, winced at the snap of a thread in her shirt, then entered.

"Hi," the receptionist said. Her nametag read 'Trixie', suitable given her southern accent, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm meeting Megan here," Danielle said. At its front, the desk was taller than it had reason to be, and kept everything but her head and shoulders from view. Trixie offered a slight shrug in response, likely having heard similar opinions.

"Do you have an appointment with her?" Trixie asked.

"Um, I don't know. Maybe? I know her from school."

"Right," Trixie's fingers tapped along her keyboard, "Danielle Olsson?"

"Yeah."

"Alrighty, Megan booked you in. I'll give her a holler. Take a seat."

"Thanks," Danielle went to a seat. She paused partway as Trixie gasped, though when she turned the receptionist her face buried in her phone. A week ago, even just a couple of days ago, Danielle would've brushed it off. Now, however, after what happened with Joan, she wasn't sure. Were people that obsessed by her body?

It would take blindness and a slow-mind not to realise how society prized a woman's curves. Dozens of people had amazing bodies, from what Danielle had seen, which didn't amount to much. Her own figure couldn't be so ridiculous that people would ignore others.

Doesn't matter. After she worked out for a few weeks, then everyone would stop staring, and she wouldn't need more clothes. Smaller boobs and butt, and everything would be better. She hoped. Regardless of if it worked, she'd at least have a better physique. Something like Megan's would be perfect, with muscles and curves juxtaposed on the same figure.

"Hey, hope you weren't waiting too long," Megan said as she came down. She was dressed for work, clad in a form-fitted shirt that doubled as support, while her legs were painted in nylon. Neither left much to the imagination. The shirt ended at her ribs and snapped around her breasts, and her pants hugged every crevice and curve. Her sandy blonde hair was tied in a taut ponytail.

"No, just a few minutes."

"Great, let's get you warmed up, then I'll see what you can do," Megan said and led her upstairs into the gym proper. On the way, Danielle thought she saw Megan stick her tongue out at Trixie, but it could have been her imagination.

What Danielle could do, as it turned out, wasn't much. Running was tricky with her obtrusive member, as were sit ups, push ups and yoga. She tried, pushed herself harder than she could remember since she was little, but even other first-timers outmatched her. By the end, she was dripping in sweat and jubilant. The rush of dopamine didn't waver until after her shower.

"So, how was it?" Megan asked once she was done. The junior instructor hadn't a drop of sweat on her, despite following Danielle the entire way.

"Exhausting," Danielle said.

"Good. Gives you a great starting point. Regular visits and you'll get better, promise."

"Yeah. But how much is it?" Danielle asked. Her parents were strict enough with what she spent, adding a gym membership might tip it, especially after what she spent yesterday.

"Don't worry, I can give you a free trial for a couple of weeks. We'll do this again on Tuesday. In the meantime, do a few things at home. Only some light stuff. Don't overexert yourself, people always make that mistake."

"Okay. See you later," Danielle said and left for home. Her arms and legs and stomach and, frankly, everything else ached. It was a pleasant burn, the kind she would feel after a long session with Holly or Casey, that left her apathetic and sleepy. She came home and went upstairs, fell into bed, put a movie on, then napped until dinner.

Tuesday afternoon, she and Megan met at Ex Fit. Danielle had explained it all to her friends, who supported her, though on the condition that she made time for sex with them. They were serious too, more so than Danielle would assume. She almost expected a binding contract to be forced upon her.

It was easier this time. Her penis and breasts still made everything harder than it should be, however she adjusted under Megan's guidance, and figured it out. The sensations were pleasant after a time, as if her body had figured out what she wanted of it. Sweat dripped from her brow and between her breasts, allowing them to glide against each other in her sports bra, while her balls did the same in her pants. The bounce and subsequent ripples in her bust were enough to urge her onward.

"Much better than last time," Megan said once she finished a lap, and handed her a towel. Danielle took it with a grateful nod, incapable of speech as she regained her breath. Her body was drenched. If not for her dense shirt and bra, her breasts might be visible. All her clothes adhered to her skin. She grimaced at the thought of peeling them off.

"Thanks," Danielle eventually said once her respirations were normal.

"You good for Thursday?" Megan later asked once Danielle finished her shower.

"Yeah. Thanks again for doing this," Danielle said.

"No problem. If you keep improving like that, I'm gonna be pretty popular here."

Thursday came around soon enough and brought torment. Danielle stood in the gym changing rooms, staring at the remnants of her shirt. After what happened with Joan, she was reluctant to go shopping, and Wednesday was spent recovering after she played with Holly, now she didn't have much of a choice. Her pants wouldn't hold up much longer either. Just pulling them on that morning had them creaking.

It could wait for the meantime. Danielle dressed in her sports gear, which incorporated elastic in near enough everything, so they handled her ongoing growth spurt, and went to begin her warmups. They were simple this time and didn't tire her out as they had before, though the routine hadn't changed. Afterwards, Megan had her try some more yoga.

"Okay, suck it in a little more, try and bend your back," Megan advised, hand on Danielle's stomach to keep it in. The futa grunted from beneath her breasts. She had her hands and feet on the floor, belly up, and arched her spine to its limit. The pose made every shape on her body blatant to the world, from her breasts to her phallus and butt. Megan seemed impartial to her relief, though others had no issue staring. She ignored them in favour of pushing herself further.

They moved onto weights and cardio. To Megan's continued awe, Danielle made lightwork of most exercises.

"Wouldn't think this is your third time," Megan said while in the showers. She'd worked up a decent sweat with Danielle this time, deciding to share a shower with her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're doing great. Better than great, really," Megan grinned over the wall between them. She was tall enough to peer over it, as was Danielle. Both stared for a second, watching as suds and water sped down each other's bodies, tracing curves and musculature. Megan looked away first, "Saturday again, yeah?"

"Sure," Danielle said and resumed her shower. If she was improving this fast, then she wondered how long it'd take before she had a body like Megan's, and the mindset to go with it.

A day later and Danielle entered the same clothing store as before. She hadn't bothered to learn its name. She didn't see Joan to her relief and went around finding more clothes that would suit her, and had some elasticity to them. Among the items, she added a couple of dresses, something more elegant that would placate her dad's always disapproving gaze. It would help if she had a better idea of how her bust had grown in the past week.

"Hey," a meek voice said. She turned and saw Joan. Where she expected emotion, Danielle felt empty, like she was just staring at some random woman, "I uh, wanted to apologise. For last week. I shouldn't have done that, not without permission and... I'm sorry."

"I guess it's okay," Danielle said and went into a changing room.

"That's it?" Joan followed.

"Yeah. You apologised, I said 'it's okay', what else is there?"

"I mean, aren't you angry about it?"

"Not at you," Danielle said and shrugged, then ushered her out, "Privacy please?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Sorry," Joan left. Once she was gone, the sensations Danielle expected crashed upon her, ranging from shock, fear and rage in a second, before cycling through them again. It doesn't matter now, Danielle told herself. She hadn't let the incident get in the way. If anything, it drove her onward. Joan was at the checkout when she went to pay.

"Is that everything?" Joan asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"Could you... could you please react?" Joan said.

"What?"

"Come on, I practically raped you," Joan hushed her voice. Her body was tense and she kept her head lowered, "Just say 'fuck you' or something."

"There's no point," Danielle said and remained upright, looking down along her nose at the employee, "It doesn't matter anymore." Joan's face had disbelief painted across it, which amused the futa. This woman was nothing. She'd been a thorn at first, a stinging in Danielle's side, but that pain drove her onward.

What Joan thought she'd done, didn't mean anything. How could it, when she meant little to Danielle?

Joan cashed the items and gave her usual discount to Danielle in silence, staring at the futa as if she had grown a foot taller. Danielle took her new clothes with a smirk and left without a glance back, but she was certain Joan stared after her. Who knew gym could do so much for the mind?

Again, Danielle's improvements continued faster than Megan could predict. One week after her first visit, where she had staggered through basic warmups and crumbled after the real workout, she now pushed Megan to her usual pace. Any of the regulars, or those who recognised Danielle from the previous week, gawked in astonishment, and perversion. The latter was impossible to refute.

Sprinting made Danielle's breasts and penis bounce with every stride, both straining her sportswear to its limit. The elastic held, though for how much longer was anyone's guess. Each ridge in her body became defined as moisture perspired, the garments hugging her form. Soft layers of muscle built upon her body. Her breasts and rear, however, remained extravagant as ever, as if to defy her very wishes. Fine, she decided. Leave them be. She would at least balance the abundance of fat with strength on par with Megan's.

"You're like a prodigy," Megan laughed while in the showers.

"I've got a good teacher," Danielle shrugged it off.

"Sweetie, there's good teachers and there's freaking geniuses. I'm good, not that good."

"If you say so," Danielle grunted as she strained to reach the small of her back.

"Here, let me get that," Megan said and stepped from her cubical, "Oh lord..."

"Hmm?" Danielle turned to face her, "What is it? Oh..." She recognised that look. Holly had made sure she learned it well, the expression of someone who was horny. Other clues gave it away. The sudden clench in her honed thighs, how her hands twitched at her sides but didn't move, as if afraid to give herself away, and the sudden plumpness to her nipples. Megan blinked and realised her own state.

"Sorry," she went back to her stall.

"It's okay," Danielle said, "I don't mind."

"You're sure? I mean, after what happened with that woman?"

"I already dealt with that. It's fine, I trust you," Danielle said and showed her back once more, "Though I still don't get why everyone's infatuated with me."

Megan giggled at her and returned to help scrub and massage her back, "You can't be serious. Danielle, you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. Period. Shemale or otherwise. And you're all natural far as I can tell."

"So it's my size?"

"Don't worry about it," Megan's hands found her shoulders and worked at them, gentle but firm, easing out the tension, "Fat isn't bad. Just so long as it's in the right places."

"So the breasts and butt?"

"Exactly," Megan leaned closer, pressing her own bust into Danielle's back and inhaled, "And there's something else about you."

"Yeah, like what?" Danielle asked. She leaned her head back to face her, brow furrowed with intrigue.

"I can't put my finger on it," Megan said, then slid a hand down Danielle's front until it found her penis, "Or maybe I can."

"So it's my penis?"

"Maybe?" Megan shrugged and stroked the base, "Oh fuck, I shouldn't be doing this."

"You want to have sex, right?" Danielle asked and turned. Megan's breath caught in her throat, "That's why you're acting this way. I think? I'm still new at this."

"No. No, you, uh, you hit the nail on the head. Do you want to? I mean, you're not hard yet."

"I'm getting there," Danielle felt at her arms, noting the definition that hadn't been there a few days ago. Unlike Holly and Casey, Megan wasn't accustomed to Danielle's naïveté, and stared in silence. She shook her head, then grabbed the hulking phallus in both hands.

"Do you know what an erection is?" Danielle nodded, "Okay, so that's also called 'getting hard'. So, when you're getting erect, it's means getting hard. Got it?"

"Sure. If you keep stroking like that, I'll 'get hard'," Danielle said, smirking at the new term added to her expanding repertoire.

"What kind of person are you?" Megan laughed, shook her head, and pressed her body into Danielle's, forcing her flaccid member between their bellies.

"I'm a futa," Danielle said, thinking she meant gender.

"A what?"

"I like this part," Danielle said and pulled away, then bent down and bared her womanhood. Not a word from Megan.

She went to stand up, but Megan stopped her, "No, stay that like that. Please?"

"Sure," Danielle turned off the water. No sense in wasting the warmth. Besides, if this went as she anticipated, they'd need another shower. Megan's hands clapped against her rear, the sound echoed as a gasp torn from Danielle, before soft lips found her flesh. Wet kisses traced their way over the arch of her butt. Her tongue lashed out to draw short circles, as if cleaning the already fresh skin, then Megan found the depths between her cheeks.

"Ever had someone lick you here?" Megan asked. Her breaths were hot against Danielle, they breezed through the crevice of her butt and teased the tight, untouched hole hidden there.

"Where?" Danielle cooed. The touches were pleasant, if strange. Megan's hands were strong as ever, sinking through the dense layers of fat and finding pleasant spots to prod and stroke, while her lips and tongue serviced the superficial. And now the breeze against her sphincter. Odd, but Danielle was curious to see where it would go, "Hmm, doesn't really matter."

"You're incredible," Megan whispered and shook her head. Her hair cascaded upon Danielle's bubbly flesh, adhering as she pressed her face into the cheeks, then down the crack. Her tongue also traced it, withdrawing just as she came her destination, "Everything about you." Then she kissed the tight, gently puckered hole.

"Whoa!" Danielle yelped but didn't jerk away. By accident or design, her hips bucked into Megan's face, smothering her in ass flesh so bountiful that it almost devoured her head. Everything she saw, smelled and tasted was Danielle. The gym supplied bodywash seemed distant to her sinuses, overwhelmed by Danielle's natural aroma. Spice hinted within the illustrious scent, beyond it was a brutal musk, one that saturated her thoughts in one desire. To fuck.

Her hands were helpless to refuse. They left Danielle's flesh and bolted between her thighs, which she spread wide, offering her dripping cunt to her own body's lusts. Not a drop of water remained on her crotch, replaced by pussy cum. She stroked a finger along her slit, soaking it in her fluids, before sinking it and another deep inside. She moaned into Danielle's ass and thrust her tongue past the taut rim.

Sour flavour met her tongue, yet her nose caught sweet undertones. The two opposites clashed in her mind, inciting one another for dominance over her senses. Megan rocked her hips to her hand's motions now. The other found Danielle's balls and explored, incapable of cupping one by itself, seeking out each ridge of vein and savouring how they sloshed with unspent seed. It didn't take long for her to come to the cock itself, which throbbed at her touch.

Megan moaned and deepened the obscene kiss. Saliva spilled from her mouth and dribbled down Danielle's crack, to her pussy and finally her balls. Fresh moisture met Megan's chin as she indulged in her lusts, while Danielle hardened. Soft, she outmatched everyone Megan had, and likely would ever be with. Now blood surged through its veins, swelling them into powerful fingers, each surging with raw desire that Danielle didn't seem to express. Each of her heartbeats echoed in Megan's cunt.

"Fuck you taste so good," Megan said once she pulled free, breathless and slavered in her spit. She wiped and licked it up, savouring the remnants of Danielle's ass in the flavour.

"If you say so," Danielle said.

Megan ignored the doubt in her voice and sank to her haunches to nuzzled herself into the plump snatch, for which her own gushed with need. She added a third finger, hoping to scratch the itch burgeoning therein. It failed, only soothing the want. Danielle moaned now and pushed her hips further back. If their positions were different, if Danielle was astride Megan's head, she would be smothered in pussy.

"Oh, that's... that's pretty awesome," Danielle said and moved her hips to Megan's rhythm. Pussy cum gushed free, pouring across the junior fitness instructor's face, down her chin, neck and chest. She pulled away and stared, panting, as dense rivulets of girl-cum poured forth. The lips had puffed out, and the clit peeked from its hood, normally overshadowed by the massive sack just below. A final, potent pulse brought her eyes to Danielle's cock.

"Oh shit!" Megan fell back, ripping her fingers free. Danielle turned and presented her with a dick no human should possess. Longer than either of their arms and more than double the girth, crowned by a purple head and a puffy slit, from which murky pre-cum oozed.

"So... do you still want to play?"

Every instinct told Megan not to. She should leave before this... behemoth entered and ruined her pussy forever. One thrust and she couldn't go back. No guy would be enough afterwards. The idea that she might die from it didn't occur to her, beyond the confusion as to why. This thing was longer than her torso, almost the length of her legs. It could kill her. But something told her it wouldn't.