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Becoming Gym Bunny Candie (Rounds 1-3) free porn video
Hi there! Name's Gym Bunny Candie. Of course, you can just call me
Candie, but that's up to you. I'm quite the enthusiast when it comes to
fitness (the name sort of gives it away:)). Most any day you can find me
in the gym, working out, stretching, training clients, teaching classes,
or just hanging out. I love most things "fitness" (you should check out
my new tumblr page. It's kind of like me--a sassy work in progress).
I just adore waking up in the morning, sliding into a sports bra, some
yoga pants, and a pair of really cute sneakers; then pull my hair up into
a ponytail (or piggies), and do some light yoga or stretching for the
start of the day. Sometimes, when I'm feeling playful, I add in a short
jog around the neighborhood just to be a tease to whomever might be
watching. And then there is work. But it isn't really work for me. I
love my job! I basically work out for a living and get to help some of
the most beautiful creatures be fit and healthy. Yep, whether it's yoga
classes, private one-on-one weight training, cardio-blast sessions, or
designing some routine for our other instructors, my day is a flood of
spandex, gym booties, and lots of sparkle (we girls don't sweat; we
sparkle).
But it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows--or sweet Candie, for that
matter.
So, let me take you back a bit.
--ROUND 1--
[I won't call them chapters :)]
You see, I wasn't always the "fit girl" that I am now, if that's what you
want to call me. I wasn't fit. I wasn't even "girl." I'm still not
really a girl and have no intentions of being a full-fledged female.
Yeah, I dress the part most of the time, but I'm still a boy beneath my
short shorts. I guess that's part of the reason why my BFF's call me
their gym-bunny. And btw, don't call me a "gym-rat" or I'll bite your
"tail" off, and then we'll see who is the real girl! :) Just kidding.
Tin snips are less messy. LOL.
Anyway, I digress--I do that quite a bit, so get used to it. It's a
character nuance that serves me well. I can be gabby, but my girls tend
to like me that way. It softens some of my lingering masculine traits.
But I digress, once again.
Hopping right along in to my story...
Two years ago, I was just your average guy right out of college. I had
graduated with a fairly mundane degree in art and had to go looking for a
job. Did you know that there's not much that a person qualifies to do
with a degree in art? Graphic Arts or Marketing, yes. With a teaching
license, yes. But just a generic degree in art? Nope. At least nothing
that I could find. For about a month, there were very few leads and I
continued to work in the grocery store where I had worked for the four
years I was in college. It was in this job that things began to progress
in the direction of my present circumstances.
Now, this is going to take a bit of time (and several "rounds", btw), so
you should be able to scroll through with both hands for a while. :)
It'll kind of be like healthy weight loss. So, just be patient and hang
in there. My girls (that's what I call all of my gym-buddies) were
beyond patient with me and my transformation, so if you expect to be one
of my "girls" you've got to hang loose--or tight, depending on what gets
you going. See! There I go again.
I was working one of the check-out counters of the grocery when a lady
came through with a full cart of groceries. From the looks of her cart
she had cleaned out our entire stock of natural foods. Surely, whatever
she made with all of these fresh veggies and supplements must have been
the right stuff because she was so hot! She had gorgeous blonde hair
pulled up and flowing in curls from her ponytail, a tight fitting pink
and orange tank top that tapered at the waist and gave way to a pair of
navy-blue capri leggings that offered no concealing of her sexy figure.
Her breasts could have pinched a nickel into a dime. Her tight butt
tapered into the most exquisite set of legs. And it didn't stop there!
The hem of her capris accentuated her toned calves, which like her hips
to knees, tapered into small ankles to a set of bright orange and pink
Nikes. But then, she spoke. Ohh, did she speak! It was like chatting
with the captain of the cheerleading squad. Her tone was soft and
bubbly, but with a hint of throaty raspiness. She chattered away about
her day in her new fitness studio, the classes she taught, and the
workout that she had just completed. She just went on and on and on. I
could hardly say a word. Even if I had had the chance, I probably would
have fumbled over every syllable. I was dumbstruck over her beauty.
Well, come to find out, she had just opened a new women's gym called "Fit
by Design." It wasn't a place like Curves or anything like Weight-
Watchers. She wasn't catering to women who wanted to lose a few pounds
before vacation. This was the real deal as far as workout centers go.
And as far as workout centers go, this was no gym. This was a lifestyle
studio where women go to transform themselves--to live better, not just
look better.
As she was collecting her bags, she happened to see a promotional ad that
I had designed for the grocer's June sale. I had been designing these
for several years now and the owner would pay me for my artistic skills.
I was much cheaper than ad agencies and he knew that it would help me out
too. A few questions further and upon finding out that I had created the
ad, she asked me if I would be willing to design some promotion material
for her studio. How could I say "no?" Not only was it money for the
pocket, but it was her! So, she gave me her card and asked if I could
come by her studio the next day. "Ask for Brittany," she said.
And that's how it all got started: "Ask for Brittany!"
--ROUND 2--
The next day, I never felt so out of place in my blue jeans, red polo,
and loafers. Showing up at "Fit by Design" at 8:00 in the morning was
like a chicken wading through the Everglades. I was so intimidated. Not
only was I clueless about anything fitness related, but here I was, a
fish out of water in a sea of femme fitness. Spandex and lycra-clad
ladies moving, bending, shifting, and jumping, adorned the simple, yet
very functional, stations all around this very open and airy environment.
The studio itself had this sort of mid-mod look about it, but not overly
stated. Almost an Asian appeal. What you might think of as an earthy
spa look. The mood there was bright and cheerful, but not like it was
out of an eighties Jane Fonda or Richard Simmons video. I was impressed.
Any gym I had ever seen looked like something out of the back allies of
Philadelphia (Rocky Rocky Rocky!) or to the other extreme, had so many
silver plated cage-like contraptions you'd wonder if it was a NASA
experiment.
Walking up to the front desk, I was greeted by the sweetest angel. Like
Brittany, she was an incredible specimen of fitness, but more so in an
adorable way. She was cute. She had a brilliant smile and more cheer
than eggnog on a Christmas platter. Her radiance was contagious. I
couldn't help but smile broadly as I stuttered out my first few words to
her.
"Yes, my name is Jason and I'm supposed to meet with Brittany about
designing some promotional material for the gym...I mean, studio."
"Of course you are. And yes, it's a studio, but it's ok to call it a
gym. My name's Jenny. Nice to meet you, Jason. Brit told me that you
would be coming by today. Unfortunately, she's teaching a 20-quad cycle
at the moment. But if you can wait, she should be finished in about ten
or fifteen minutes and will be appointment-free for the next hour. I
just blended up a yummy smoothie and have plenty to share. I can even
show you around. Maybe it will give you some ideas for your designs."
My shift didn't start until 3:00, so I took Jenny up on her offer. Even
from behind a desk I could tell that Jenny was a cutie. But wow! When
she stepped out from behind the counter my suspicions were confirmed.
She had on a light-weight canary-yellow zip-up hoodie with the sleeves
pushed up to three-quarter length. Without it being zipped I could see
the turquoise and yellow tank beneath. Its scooped neckline plunged down
just enough to catch a glimpse of the small but perky chest and the
cleavage she sported. She had on a pair of white soffee shorts, which
curved to her cute butt and gave me the best view of her smooth tan legs.
She wore a sparkly ankle bracelet and bright yellow flip flops. Her
finger and toe nails were painted a matching frosted pink and her hair
was fitted high on her head, tied off with white and turquoise ribbons.
As she led me around to the various spaces and stations, showing the
various types of offerings from the studio, she eventually asked me, "The
workout question. So Jason, have you ever thought about working out?"
Jenny asked me that question with all the innocence in the world. She
meant no harm, but it did sting a bit. I had never considered myself an
athletic type. I was neither obese nor a toothpick, but Jenny knew that
I didn't work out. I was certainly no Adonis.
With a passing sip of the strawberry/banana smoothie, I answered, "No.
I've never really considered it. I've been going to school and paying my
way through. I don't guess I've ever considered that I had the time or
the money to pursue anything fitness related. And it's not like I'm
obese or a candidate of a heart attack." I didn't really have the
interest either, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Maybe one day I
would have more interest in it. Maybe after I find a job.
"You should really consider joining a gym and dedicating yourself to some
type of workout schedule. Getting the right amount of exercise and the
proper nutrition could help you in so many ways. It might even help
finding a job. It would improve your flexibility and posture, and the
strength and conditioning would only help you more. It would also help
your mood and give you more energy, not to mention, expanding your social
tribe."
Sheepishly, I responded, "I think a gym would intimidate me. I wouldn't
know the first place to start and I'd feel silly lifting weights and
whatever else a person does in a gym in front of other people. I'd feel
kind of weird."
"Oh tsk. You're just being a silly willy. You should only be
intimidated by the power of your own weaknesses. Brit has been saying
all along that she wants to develop a gym where our members can go and
not feel intimidated, where our members could be themselves without
anyone else being judgmental about their shape, their strengths or their
weaknesses, lifestyles, race, or whatever. We even have a strict policy
on it. So the only thing a person should be intimidated by is herself."
"Well, I doubt I could find a gym like that for me."
"Sure you could!" Jenny said, slapping her hand softly on my forearm.
"You just have to keep your eye open for the right one. You never know
what you might find if you'll just look. I tell you what. I've got an
idea. But you have to be willing to exercise and eat right. If you can
agree to that, I might be able to find you some non-intimidating place to
exercise. Ok?"
About that time, I was spared from the conversation by Brit, who had just
finished her 20 di-quadily-do-rah-yay or something or another. Whatever
that was. She was drenched in sweat, but looked as spirited as I saw her
the day before.
"Hello Jason. Has Jenny got you doing squats and crunches yet?" Both
ladies giggled. "This girl can't talk to anybody for ten minutes without
finding out their Basal Metabolic Rate. Jason, I'll be with you in just
a few minutes. Just let me clean up a bit and then we'll talk about the
promos. Jenny, why don't you take our guest to my office and I'll be
there in just a sec."
Brittany's office wasn't quite as clean as the rest of the place. It was
easy to tell that everything was brand new. She had some workable desk
space but most of the office was cluttered with boxes and boxes of
fitness wear, tennis shoes, supplements, books, and videos. Jenny moved
a few shoe boxes out from some chairs and we sat down together.
"Sorry about the mess. Brit is in the middle of our second stage
planning. She plans to open that vacant room next to the studio as a
fitness store. Members will be able to get discounts on merchandise and
we hope that it will draw in some outside shoppers. So, we've been
looking through samples of fitness clothing and shoes, nutrition books,
and stuff like that to figure out what we want in our inventory.
MacKenzie is going through everything as fast as she can, but she only
works part-time right now. So, it's taking a bit longer than we wish.
She's our fashion-fit girl and our nutritionist. We call her Mac. Maybe
you'll meet her soon. She's a spunky little hoot."
For the next thirty minutes, Brittany shared with me what she was
thinking about for the promos and I shared some of my own ideas with her.
I might have had a generic art degree, but I still had a great sense of
color, balance, and design. I especially liked where our conversation
was heading. It was sounding less and less like a one-time job and more
like a repetitive contract. This was great news for my "I-haven't-found-
a-job-yet" income. But then that brought up the question of the day:
"What about my pay?" That's always been uncomfortable to me, so I hated
to even bring it up. Luckily, Brittany answered the question before I
could bring it up.
"So Jason, I really have no doubt that you will do a fantastic job on our
promotional material. You are a pleasant individual, easy to work with,
talented, and have a very good eye for seeing what we need. You probably
didn't know this, but I had a lengthy conversation with your boss at the
grocery store last night about you, took the liberty of viewing your art
portfolio from school online, and did a little stalking of your Facebook
page. You are an impressive young person and I think we can work well
together. Now, I have an idea about your pay, but I need to discuss it
with Jenny and Mackenzie before proceeding. It might be my name on the
deed, but we're all family here, and we need to discuss it. Can you drop
by tomorrow about 8:30? Mackenzie will be here and I can have her
prepare us a healthy breakfast and then we can all sit down and discuss
your contract. Sound good to you?"
Sound good to me? Of course it did! It was too good to be true. So, I
agreed to be back the next morning, shook Brittany's hand, and as I was
leaving, Jenny gave me a sweet hug. I couldn't wait till morning.
--ROUND 3--
This was a great place, and Brittany and Jenny were just plain awesome.
I truly wondered if I was just awestruck with the two of them--like a
crush. But I knew it wasn't that. They just made me feel welcome and
like I was worth more than anybody had ever made me feel. I felt
special. I belonged; and although it was just for an hour, I felt like I
had a belonging to this studio, to its future.
That night, after I returned from work to my apartment, I stayed up a
while and sketched out some ideas. I was so excited about what I was
doing that I couldn't help but get a head start on the designs for the
promo ads.
"Good morning Jace!" Jenny greeted as I walked in. She was beaming as
bright as she was the first time that I met her and she was just as cute
as a button in her light blue and pink workout top and shorts. "I hope
you don't mind if I just call you Jace. I think it's cute. So if it
doesn't bother you, that's what I'm going to call you from now on."
She came around the desk and met me with another sweet hug and a poke in
the stomach. That was her flirty way of reminding me that I should be
working out. It was playful though. She's just that way. You don't
have to spend much time with Jenny before you realize that she's a big
flirt. Just then, a dark haired girl came dancing into the room.
"Hey girlfriend! Whadya think?" the girl sang. This must have been
Mackenzie. She was sashaying in from the side office, swinging her hips
and waving her hands up high. If it wasn't for her sassy tone and
sparkly face, I would have thought she was doing some sort of seductive
dance. "Ohh! I am so sorry! I didn't know anybody else was in here,"
she said, blushing and giggling from embarrassment.
She didn't need to be embarrassed. It was funny and so refreshing to
see that people actually have a lot of fun in their work. Now that I had
seen all three ladies I wondered if there was a screening process to work
here. That is, if you weren't fit, hot and spunky, then no job for you.
Mac had been trying on some samples of clothing that had arrived the day
before and was showing them off. Whereas Brittany and Jenny looked like
they came off of the cheering sidelines of football field, Mac looked
like she arose from the purified ashes of a Hawaiian volcano. She had a
distinctly Polynesian look with golden skin, a sampling of Asian
features, and long, dark, straight hair. She was wearing a bright, neon-
green sports bra without a shirt and gray/green, full-length yoga pants
that stayed tight all the way down to the ankle. She had a matching
long-sleeve yoga shirt tied by the sleeves around her waist and she was
doing her best to show off her cute trainers that she had paired with the
outfit.
"Mac, this is Jace," Jenny offered, to introduce me. "Are we ready to
eat and discuss his contract? We're all here, Brit has the paperwork in
her office, and I'm starving, girl!"
When we walked into the kitchen Brittany was already at the table waiting
on us. The kitchen was quite elaborate. It wasn't like a teacher's
lounge or a cafeteria. It was a commercial kitchen, but didn't feel
stiff. This was the kind of place where anyone could come in and enjoy a
meal or cup of coffee and relax. We sat around a large round table and
chatted away about the weather and the town while Mac brought over some
fruit and granola, coffee, and yogurt. We talked a little bit about the
studio, we all shared some different tidbits about ourselves, had some
laughs together, and then I shared some of the sketches I had put
together over night.
And finally, (FINALLY) Brittany went over the details of the contract.
"So Jason, we've been talking about you at great length and we are all on
board with what I am offering you. We don't just want to pay you. We
want you to be a good fit for us and for us to be a good fit for you.
That's one of the goals of 'Fit by Design' and we all agree that you
should not be an exception. We want you to be able to flow into the mold
of our goals. So, let me lay this all out for you: 'Fit by Design' will
pay you for any ads or promotional material at a price that is twice as
much as you made at the grocery for their ads. Honey, no disrespect to
your boss, but it is ridiculous what he has been paying you for your
artistic work. To be honest, I wish I could pay you more, but right now
I can't. I can't even afford to pay Mackenzie full time until we get the
studio rolling strong. So, that takes care of your contract pay. We
also want to offer something else--a benefit of being part of our studio
family. Jenny tells me that she talked with you about getting on an
exercise and nutrition schedule, but that you didn't like the idea of
joining a gym. I realize how intimidating that can be. It's one of the
reasons why I wanted 'Fit by Design' to be a unique experience. We also
think that if you are to continue making ads for us that you need some
insider looks at what we do here. So, as a part of your pay, we want to
offer complete access to any and all of our facilities, including the
health kitchen. That means that your meals will be taken care of. I
will make sure that you find your place among the members here and don't
feel like a sore thumb sticking out among the ladies, Jenny will
coordinate a workout schedule and be your personal trainer, and Mac will
help you with all things nutrition and also help you get some clothing
suitable for your workouts."
Jenny, of course, couldn't contain herself. She was like a giddy little
third grader, squealing in delight. Grabbing me by the hand, she said,
"Oh Jace, this is going to be so awesome. I can't wait to see what
becomes of you. You're going to be turning heads by the time I'm through
with you. You'll be my special project and Mac will have you looking
like you never thought before. In a few month's time, even your own
mother might not recognize you. You'll be our own little clump of clay
to mold."
The girl's excitement was so contagious my heart started dancing around
like a Zumba class (not that I knew what that was at the time). I just
laughed and pretended to shrug her comments off like they were no big
deal. But really, for some reason, this excited me inwardly. Visions of
improving myself, of transforming myself and my appearance, danced around
in my head as if keeping in step with my heart. In just a few short
moments, it was like I was someone new--or at least I'd eventually make
something new of myself. And that was as encouraging as anything I had
experienced in the last several years.
It was a little overwhelming to say the least, but it was so wonderful.
I'd have extra income on top of my grocery job, my meals would be paid
for, I'd have new goals (who would have ever thought that I would have
fitness goals?), and I'd be spending lots of time with these three
beautiful people, who just a few days ago were complete strangers. My
life was hopping off into a new direction. What I didn't know then was
just how new my entire life would become.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
There's much much more to come. More of my adventure and transformation,
stories from Brittany, Jenny, and Mackenzie, and hopefully some stories
about some other special gym bunnies I've met along the way.
If you'd like to visit my Tumblr page, come check it out. It's just
getting started and it's quite generic as of right now (May 2016). But
hopefully soon, I'll have it more personalized and offering some advice
and workout tips for girls like us. I just want it to be a place where I
can encourage you and others to be fit and femme. Yours truly, Candie
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gymbunnycandie
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