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Note: I don?t write stories. I just tell phantasies
Perspectives on a treadmill
There?s nothing worse than posing chicks in a gym!
When I arrived, there was only one treadmill left. I grunted to myself,
because that meant, that I would spend my 30 minutes warm up looking
straight over to one of those poser chicks. The treadmills were
positioned in a circle around a deeper area of the cardio-area,
overlooking stepping- and spinning-gear. Of course there was the
possibility of looking around the room. But if I wanted to avoid getting
off balance, stumbling and be rocketed of the treadmill, I had to look
straight forward. And there she was. Probably most men?s wet dream. But
not mine and definitely not now!
I?m 6 ft tall and with 220 lbs more than a little overweight. After I had
mistreated my body for most of my 40 years, I had finally decided to do
some sports. Before I even wanted to think about weights and all those
heavy machines, I planned to lose some lbs with cardio only. For now.
There were some other fat people in my gym, which felt a little
encouraging. But there were a lot of sports-illustrated-bodies around as
well, if you catch my meaning. Every sight of them brought me down. The
men, because I knew I did not have the discipline to get there myself and
the women, because I knew I could never look good enough, to even hit on
one of them. Maybe now you?ve got an idea, why I?m not that happy right
now...
I start with a low walking pace. After I programmed the treadmill, I take
a second closer look at the sight over to the other side of the room. The
bright pink of her top caught my attention as soon as I entered the room.
Of course this covers only as much as it has to, leaving her arms,
shoulders and stomach as uncovered as the upper part of her breasts,
which are by the way fake as hell, since I have never seen double d?s on
a 20something old, 5 ft 5 girl with no more than 100 lbs. Of course she?s
blonde, fits the picture as much as the dark tan. She wears her white i-
phone on her upper arm, listening to some music via her white earphones.
She is not running very fast but it seems like magic that her melons
don?t jump out of her top, testing the fabric on its strength. Although I
hate her being here, I feel an erection starting to rise. Therefore I?m
glad wearing baggy clothes to hide my frame as good as I can.
As I carry myself forward step by step I start to wonder how I could be
sweating that much already. My shirt seems to stick to my upper body
anywhere at once. Or did I put on that red lycra running shirt I just
bought? Obviously those massive breasts confuse me more than a little. On
second thoughts the relation between her breasts and the rest of her body
isn?t that extreme. Although her purple t-shirt hides both a little I?d
guess d-cups on a 5 ft 9 girl in her late 20s with about 130 lbs. isn?t
that uncommon. Maybe someday I should try my luck with asking her out. I
mean, I?m shaping up more and more and with my body-fitting new gear she
should have realized it by now.
I speed up the dial to 7mph and start to think about how I would react,
if the woman on the other side would make a move towards me. We?re about
the same age and the same height but that?s about all we have in common.
Her not even shoulder-long dirty blonde hair looks like a mess. She has
at least 30 lbs. too much and a face and shoulders that look almost like
a dude. Her taste in clothes isn?t much better. She always wears baggy
grey clothes that show of sweat as soon as she start doing something in
here. I on the other hand am a bit of a ladies man and only my height of
5 ft 8 holds me back from modelling.
Now comes the great finish of a 10min sprint with 9 mph. What I love most
about that part is that feeling every part of my body vibrate with every
step, my hair brushing over my neck and all to the rhythm of loud r&b
music in my ears. My program helped me losing a lot of weight and showing
of every muscle I trained over all those months. Of course tightening my
physique is the ultimate goal since I don?t want to end up like a
Schwarzenegger-packed freak. I?m always sad watching the person on the
other side going through that torture. It must be hard even to put a
heavy blob like that into motion. How could someone let it get that far?
I don?t know why, but looking down on my own heaving breasts and catching
some of the athletes around sneaking peaks at me is my highlight of the
day. It totally urns me on. If the only knew that my butt is so firm that
you could crack nuts on it. The taller guys could probably grip my
complete waist with only their hands. Maybe after the treadmill stopped I
should open my platinum pony-tail and give them a little show for extra
attention. I mean that is what I?m doing all this for. I straight up even
a little more pushing my most expensive assets into the world and put on
a concentrated look with my lips forming a little "O" - men love that.
For at least 10 more years I won?t have to think about wrinkles, since I
just turned 19.
The only thing disturbing my mood is that fat ugly guy on the other side
of the room, at least twice my age. Unfortunately I have his attention as
well. I hope he?s gone when I come out of the locker room later with my
leather hotpants and my 5 inch red patent leather pumps that I picked out
for the evening. I?m invited to a motto party and those things fit
perfect to the leather corset that I?ll wear - not only I will get lucky
tonight. Just now I caught that sweatball staring at my tits again and
pretending not to have done so.
There?s nothing worse than old and fat creeps in my gym!
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