Small Pond, Big Fish

Story by Neolime

Commissioned by Anonymous

Tags: Futa on Female, Excessive cum, Cum Inflation, Humiliation, Size contest, Muscles, Hyper.

The Flexing Quadriceps was probably the most well-known gym in all of town. Everyone knew that if you wanted to get fit, this is the place for you. It had the most advanced machinery and high-tech gear available to the general public.

Even Jennifer MacDonald, futa goddess of the universe, knew this was the place for her if she wanted to get ripped. It didn’t matter that The Flexing Quadriceps was also one of the most expensive gyms in the country, daddy paid so she could enjoy the body a goddess like her deserves. That is why, day in and day out, she came and worked out here. Lifting weights and running miles, no matter how intense her day was, Jennifer kept working on her perfect body.

It wasn’t that Jennifer was a slouch, quite the opposite. At 5’6”, Jennifer was nothing short of a bombshell. The green-eyed blonde was a natural wonder that bagged the attention of everyone in the room. Her muscles, well developed and defined, were just the tip of the iceberg that was miss MacDonald. Below her belt rested her biggest asset, a cock that dwarfed any man or futa at the gym. Jennifer looked far and wide and found the others wanting, no one was even close to challenging her womanhood.

Jennifer used most of the women at the gym as sexual outlets to some extent. Cheerleaders were her favorite, befitting the trope of a wildly available sex toy. She loved taking them by the bucketload and humping their brains out.

Queen of the quadriceps, Jennifer knew she could pick any girl she wished off the floor and have her way with her, all but one little girl named Marcey. The woman was the one unreachable goal Jen dreamed of for over a year. Any poor red-haired girl Jen took underwent the futa’s sexy dreams about Marcey. No blonde or brunette even received half of what Jen gave the redheads as she dreamed about doing Marcey.

Unfortunately for Jennifer, Marcey had the audacity of completely ignoring her lures, turning her approaches down time and time again. As if that was not enough, Marcey had the nerve to be friendly to a newcomer a couple of days ago. But not today... Today was the day Jen decided she’d talk to Marcey head-on and get her sweet love.

“Jen, sorry to bother you,” came a soft voice from behind her back. Jennifer hated when her workout was interrupted. Getting in the grove is such hard work when you aim for raps in the hundreds. And here was this little slacker who saw it fit to bother her just when she reached the 92nd chest-press. “Jen,” the voice called again, forcing her to stop and turn.

“What is it, Betty?” Jen sneered at the red-haired girl that stood before her.

“Do you think we can hook up later today?” Betty asked, pulling lightly on her shirt to expose her cleavage.

“Not today,” Jen determined and resumed her chest-presses.

“And if I let you call me her name?” Betty tried to tease Jen, referring to Marcey.

Jennifer’s response was swift and forthcoming. Her hand reached for the back of Betty’s head and gripped a handful of hair, pulling the girl in for a deep kiss that lingered. Jennifer’s sculpted muscles ensuring the girl won’t escape, not that she seemed to resist.

“I’ll call you if I need you!” Jennifer declared as she released the gasping girl, “Pray that I won’t need your trio tonight.”

“You want me to call the others then?”

“Just have them on standby in case I hear something I won’t like…” Jennifer dismissed and resumed her workout.

It took her two hours to wrap things up, two delicious, well played hours of pushing her body to ensure her position as a goddess in this town. And like any other workout that Jennifer took part in, the grand finale was a warm, relaxing shower.

The Flexing Quadriceps was one of the most modern fitted gyms, with equipment brought in from NASA to provide the attendees with the perfect playground. But the showers were a whole different ball game. The place was huge, giving people space and privacy if they so desired.

Jennifer hated to admit it, but unlike the usually random pickups she normally had, this time she planned her moves carefully. She went as far as dedicating a couple of hours yesterday to watch Marcey’s routine and plan her ultimate move. Jennifer hastened to the bench where her plan would unfold and patiently awaiting her interest.

As if on cue, Marcey turned the corner and walked towards one of the cubicles to wash her body. Her red hair rested on curvy shoulders and grace was in her step. The woman had curves in all the right places, especially in her thighs and hefty breasts. Her soft skin glistened after the workout and had a certain charm to it. The sight of the naked, angelic woman was so captivating that Jennifer almost completely forgot her plan. Luckily enough, she had the wits to recover and stand up, blocking Marcey’s path.

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