The Second Baddest Bitch - (Futa/F, Muscle Futa, Pregnancy, Mind Break, Humiliation)

“Bad bitch,” said Janice’s crop top, the letters strained and tired and saggy.

Someone had stretched out her favourite top. That sucked.

Lucky for her that her twin sports bras were doing an incredible job keeping her modesty intact, even as she tried to show as much of her body off as she could.

She was cut, lean, sexy and covered in hard muscle. Yesterday she’d been mistaken for a guy by some idiot who had only seen her from behind.

It made her so fucking horny just to think about how beast she was just to have that happen – how much she was <i>winning</i>. She gripped her thick crotch bulge as she looked into the mirror above her client, stifling a grin at how close that moron had been to the truth... and how far.

“Come on Becky,” she purred at the girl straining to pump out another rep on the bench press, athletic, wiry arms shaking, “you’re gonna be a BEAST! That’s it! Great rep - now, again!”

They finished the set and Janice stepped back, reaching a beefy arm down to pull Becky to her feet. The girl was tall, even taller than Janice’s imposing height, but she was long and slender where Janice was thick and butched out.

“Oh. My. God!” Becky said, her hands running across her small, lean chest, teasing the gentle line of new pec cleavage that gave a little shape to her otherwise model figure.

Janice grinned up at her and gave her a wink, “Told you my training would work... especially the bits outside the gym!”

Janice's hand settled on Becky's hip, the taller girl colouring and biting her lip as she remembered a couple of those more intimate workouts. Becky was absolutely rolling in cash, and some of Janice's most pleasant recent memories were of waking up in Becky's beach house with the taller girl still wrapped around her, covered in slowly drying cum.

“Feel like showing your poor old PT a bit of gratitude?” Janice purred, teasing her charge, getting an answering grin in return.

“Yeah, but it's getting close to my dangerous time... so you're gonna have to pull out today. I don't want to ruin all this hard work with a big poppin' belly!”

Janice pouted exaggeratedly and trailed a finger down between Becky's sweaty, perky lycra-clad breasts and down her subtle six-pack, “You're so mean to me, Becky!”

Becky just giggled and took Janice's hand, leading the huge PT off to the massage room with a bright-eyed, smiling look around to make sure too many eyes weren't on them. It didn't matter; this was the end of the daytime regulars anyway – the gym was emptying out before the night-owls turned up and started their routines.

Janice, for her part, didn't even notice the time – she was thinking with something else right now, and the clock was the least of her worries.

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Maurice was twenty-two and had been working at the gym for two months – on the night shift. There were three things he had become very used to.

Firstly, every day he would ask one of the girls leaving the changing room if Janice's stuff was still there.

Then, he would have barely turned around and sat back down before his whole sense of scale was turned upside-down.

Thirdly, the reason for this flip-turn would lean in and in a beautiful, rich voice, ask simply, “Is she still here?”

Until now, he had never said anything other than “no.”

Until now.

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