Love Training

Kyla swiped the sweat away from her eyes, and then flicked the liquid off her hand, while leaning her body weight on her broom. That damn day was too hot, way too hot.

She looked around: The empty locker room was completely still, patiently waiting to be cleaned, its air saturated with the smell of humanity. That damn air, filling up her lungs, saturating her senses, awakening primal desires in her brain. Something stirred within her pants.

The futanari sighed, and then groaned in frustration. Maybe it was not the day that was too hot, but that damn locker room. Or the whole days spent around half naked people exercising. Or maybe it was just her.

“Ok, maybe just some quick fun” she said, to none in particular. She glanced around, then poked her head outside the room, into the long corridor. None in sight. She retreated inside, the fresh air of the outside immediately replaced by the heavy air of the inside, forcing a whiny moan out of her lips.

She shook her head, and retreated to the shower room, where she quickly dropped down the blue trousers of the uniform, revealing her huge thighs and calves, thick with muscles and barely contained power. Next were her pants, which were fighting against her cock, and losing badly. She had to apply quite a bit of strength to free her python from the strained fabric, but finally her cock was free.

Being a futanari was a lot of work, and being a futanari suffering from Maxwell syndrome, or futanari-related stationary hyper-sexuality syndrome, even more work. If normal futanari were very sexual beings, those that suffered from her same condition could think or do little else than sex. She had to take some pills daily just to function as a normal human being, and she still had to relieve herself at least once during her work hours. She lost many jobs because of her condition.

Frankly, she had been lucky she got her current job as a janitor at the sports center. Working in that massive and renowned installation was in many ways a dream come true: She earned enough to pay for her very expensive medication, and she got to use the gym for free after opening hours.

Working out was one of the very few things that she thoroughly enjoyed, and one of the few things that were enhanced, not dampened, by her over-active libido; in fact it was not rare for her to climax during exercise. Plus, the brief period of complete exhaustion after a heavy workout was one of the few moments during the day that she truly felt satisfied, physically and mentally.

The downside of the job is that the larger part of it had to do with cleaning the equipment and rooms of the building, which by itself would not be difficult, if it was not for the effect the leftover smell of humanity had on her. Just sweat would be tolerable, if barely, but it was not rare to find traces of sex in and around the center: in the bathrooms, the pools, and the shaded corners of the fields outside, be it sexual fluids, condoms, forgotten clothes, or even abandoned toys. And all of that was made worse by the hours spent stealing glances from the many clients and professional athletes that frequented the center, all wearing as little as they could get away with to escape the heat of the early summer.

She gently caressed her chiseled abs, and then took her dick in hand. She would be lying if she said she was not proud of her body, and of her male parts in particular: The tower of spongy flesh stood hard and ready before her, veins crossing its surface, while the head dripped precum. It measured just shy of ten inches, or a beer can and a half in length, as one of her past lovers observed, and almost as thick as one.

She could feel the heat coming off her aroused cock on the skin of her hand. Her fingers not quite long enough to wrap all the way around it.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirrors of the bathroom, above the row of sinks. Her reddened face looked back at her, with her shoulder length black hair and pale gray eyes. Her sharp lineaments and fair skin contrasting with the poorly lit darker background behind her.

The top of her head was above the mirror, due to her towering height of seven feet two.

Her huge reflected image almost filled the mirror completely, with her powerful shoulders and arms framing her equally impressive chest and lower body.

The long years spent trying to shed her

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