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Tuesday:
Sebastian walked through the door of the Scale Breaker gym. The gym is a 24 hour establishment which worked perfect for him. Having made a New Year’s resolution to get into shape he preferred the anonymity of a 2 am workout over prime time hours. Scales was a large and state of the art facility. Upon entering a digital assistant scanned his card authorizing his ability to use the services free from prying eyes. An eerie quiet pervaded the place, only broken by the periodic hum of a machine. It was perfect. Or at least he thought it was.
This was his second month coming. And he was starting to see results. He had never seen another person here at this hour but as soon as he entered the main atrium he noticed that there was something different about his perfect paradise. Was someone here? In the back doing squats was a woman? Well sort of. Her skin was a deep onyx black, with an undeniable sheen. She wore a pink jumper and sweats as she lifted an ungodly set of weights with ease. Her back and thighs tighten under the weight. With practiced ease she lifted the weight from her shoulder laying it on the ground gently.
Sebastian can’t keep himself from staring. He knows what this is. It’s a dragon. A quiet groan escapes his throat as he considers leaving and coming back in an hour in hopes that she will be gone. Warring with himself she turns noticing him now for the first time. His eyes bulge as he sees her from the front. Her chest behind her jumper is absolutely huge, thick nipples poke through the cloth invitingly. But below those breasts is an even larger monster. Loosely contained in her sweats there is an obvious outline of a cock.
Seb turns to go, a chill running through him as he doesn’t know how to deal with this mass of taboos and abnormalities. But as he does she waves. A kind smile across her face as she crosses the floor. “Hey, I didn’t think anyone else would come this late at night! I’m Octavia.”
From a distance she didn’t seem that imposing… but as she approaches it is apparent that she towers over Seb by a good two feet. Behind her an equally imposing tail bobs back and forth, agile in nature it wraps around a nearby water bottle as she comes face to face with Seb.
Caught in social niceties Sebastian pauses, “Yeah, i usually am tuesday, thursday. So I guess we haven’t seen each other before.” He stares up into her face, it is obvious that she is at least seven and a half feet tall. He feels both intimidated and frustrated that his work out is interrupted by this freak. His body twitches slightly as he tries to find a tactful way to extricate himself from the situation.
“I was–“
“Well I’m glad that you’re here,” she says with a disarming smile. “I wanted to do the bench press but didn’t have anyone to spot me. Care to help? And after that I can help you with your workout. I know I always do better when I have someone who pushes me.” Sebastian notices something behind her smile but can’t quite place it. He rolls his eyes a bit but can’t find a reasonable excuse.
“Yeah sure, I guess maybe for a set or two,” Seb says uncomfortably.
Octavia either not noticing or more likely not caring for the puny human’s discomfort leads him to the bench press. “Alright, I need you to take all the weights from station 5 and 6 and bring them over. I’ll get the ones from 3 and 4.”
It takes Sebastian a moment to grasp her full meaning as she starts taking ALL of the weights from the other bench presses. As she returns she starts to layer the weights increasing the weight more and more. Seb starts to bring over the requested weights in batches, his strength obviously inferior to this… creature’s.
After the weights are applied Octavia starts to lift. Seb takes the spotting position but quickly realizes that if this woman needs help with these weights he would do very little to actually help her. She reaches 20 reps and sweat starts to bead against her forehead, dripping down her cheeks and down her shirt. The scent has a too sweet smell that bristles gently against his nose. He shakes it off as he hears the click of the weights sliding back into place.
“Well that was fun, great workout today,” Sebastian says as he makes for the door. Trying to escape before she can rope him into anything else. Bursting through the front door he races to his car and speeds home. As he does he notices that her sweet, sour smell seems to linger in his nose.
Thursday:
Seb sits in his car. It’s Thursday, 3 am. No other cars are in the parking lot. He waited an additional hour. No one should be here. He slides from his car and heads inside. The familiar sounds and smells are a comfort to him as he tries to get back into the rhythm of things. The treadmill is first. He starts it slow but soon finds his stride. Turning on his go to exercise mix he closes his eyes and lets his legs take him where he needs to go. The stress of the last couple days melt away as he loses himself in the trance of exercise. Right, left, right, gorukle escort left, right.
The timer goes off and he absently slows the machine. Opening his eyes he sees a pair of scaly, clawed hands holding the side of the machine. “You’ve got great stamina for a human. I’m impressed,” says the dragon with a smile.
“Uh yeah, thank you,” Sebastian replies as he tries to keep his disappointment out of his voice
“You ran out of here pretty quickly tuesday. Makes me think that I made you uncomfortable,” Octavia says with clear directness.
Trapped. Seb tries to think of the most convincing lie that he can think of, “Sorry about that, I just wasn’t feeling well and I didn’t want to be sick all over the equipment.”
A sly smile crosses her face. “That’s alright. Well if you’re feeling better why don’t I help you today instead.”
Sebastian opens his mouth to protest but can’t think of a convincing reason against it. Taking his silence as consent Octavia grabs his hand and pulls him to the leg press. “You missed leg day right? Why don’t we do a couple of sets and see if we can push you a bit.”
Seb nods as he climbs onto the bench. Octavia starts to apply weights. 100… 150… 200 pounds, “uh, Miss, or–“
“You can call me Octavia.”
“Octavia, I think that might be too much for me.” Seb complains as she adds another 50 pounds.
“Nonsense, how can you know what is too much unless you push yourself to the limit!” she adds another 50 and Sebastian’s legs start to buckle. “Now, let’s push your limits! Lift!”
With no way out Sebastian pushes as hard as he can feeling his own muscle scream from the stress. But to his surprise he does it.
“Again!” Comes Octavia’s commanding voice
Seb shakes his head weakly when he feels a sudden slap across his cheek. It’s not particularly hard but it breaks his focus. He sees her long prehensile tail above him as she repeats
“Again!”
Sebastian slowly bends his legs and then pushes up again using all his strength to complete the rep. Sweat starts to form as he breathes heavily.
“Again!” Calls his towering task master. Instead of risking more pain he complies. She pushes him for two more reps before his legs visibly weaken
With the fifth completed Octavia removes the weights with a broad smile, “Hell yeah. You did it skinny!”
Seb doesn’t know how to take her comment as he attempts to stand and ends up going to his knees instead. He feels a warm gentle hand catch him and bring him into a familial embrace. She presses him into the small of her arm and armpit. “You did so good!” She says as Seb is thrust quickly into a mixture of sweet and sour musk. The same powerful scent that lingered before. He tries to push away but finds himself trapped especially with his legs like jello. He forces another breath in, and a small quiver shoots and tingles inside him as her smell gently caresses his nostrils.
She lets go. What felt like an hour to Sebastian was only really two seconds in her grasp. “Let’s do this again! Same time next week and maybe we can actually put some meat on those bones!” She says playfully as she slaps his ass and makes her way outside
Monday:
It’s out of his normal schedule. But hopefully if he switches things up life can just go back to normal and he can have his normal gym time at Scales. His mind over the weekend was driven back frequently to the scene with Octavia. First of all she just makes him uncomfortable, pushing him and being nice. But then again it was kind of cool having someone cheering, praising and egging you on. Worst of all though was the smell being pulled into her armpit. It seemed to just linger. It wasn’t until well into the weekend that he felt he could smell anything else but what her sweaty pits smelled like.
In any case he was here now and he was going to make the best of it. He entered paying no attention to the world around him because right there in the middle of doing probably her 1000th chin up was that fucking dragon.
She hops down, her normal disarming smile doing anything but actually putting him at ease.
“Seb? Right? I saw your gym bag when you left last time. I’m so glad you’re back so soon. I missed my little gym buddy,” She says, emphasizing the word little. “What do you want to work on today? Lats, gluts, maybe give those arms some definition? You may not know I’m actually a personal trainer. I could walk you through a tight little sequence to really get results! Well as long as you’re willing to obey my orders.”
Sebastian has no idea how to respond to this. On one hand he finds this person wholly unsettling but her kind words and wish to push him to be better seem to strike something deeper inside him. Also free personal trainers is not something to discount out of hand. He takes a deep breath slowly trying to accept that no matter what he seems to be resigned to exercise near this woman, might as well exercise with her and get the most out of bursa görükle escort it.
“Sure,” he finally says after a long belated pause.
Octavia’s eyes alight with fire as she walks him through an intense workout routine. Pushing him farther and farther she works him to his core. He soon learns that anytime he slows or hesitates it means he might get whipped and any mild success seems to be met with excited jabs and all too familiar hugs.
After an hour they are both spent. Sweat drips off them like rain as they complete their final set. Seb can barely walk as he leans against a nearby wall. “Holy fuck. That was intense.”
“Yeah it was Sebby, but I’m proud of you. Also that’s like the most I’ve heard you say the whole time you’ve been coming here.”
After taking a few breaths Octavia mentions “Hey I got the key to the sauna, got the key right here, she dangles it from a finger on a ring, “Owners privilege” she chuckles, “Want to go relax a bit? There’s nothing like it after some intense training.”
Sebastian considers this and his new understanding that Octavia is the owner of Scale Breaker. This had been the best work out he had in the last two months and he wouldn’t want to disappoint the owner. He’d never been to a sauna and didn’t know what to expect. He thought why the hell not. But it came out more like, “Yeah, I guess, Sure.”
Led by Octavia Seb heads toward the sauna. He follows behind her, he finds it hard not to look at her ass in the windows where he can as her tail swishes side to side as she walks. She steps inside and starts to disrobe. Pulling off her pump jumper.
“Alright, Sebby! Rules of the sauna, towels only. Take your clothes off or I’ll take them off for you!” Octavia laughs cheerfully.
Seb is unsure if she’s joking or not but decides not to find out. As she sheds her jumper like she would her skin periodically. Seb is in awe not having seen her muscles before as she always has her sweats donned. Her pure unbridled strength is on display. Her arms are thick and pulse with an afterglow from the pump. Her giant tits seem to be even more prominent behind her sports bra. It strains to keep her covered. Her perfect looking breasts accenting her defined muscles. Seb’s thought train is interrupted by Octavia “Hey turn around perv,” she smirks knowing Seb has been staring too long.
He quickly turns around. He hears the sound of her taking her sweat pants off then her bra and underwear. He wishes nothing more than to turn around and see her in her full glory but is frozen, scared of persecution and what she might do with her muscles if he angers her.
Seb feels a tap on his shoulder, Octavia has a towel covering herself. “Your turn to be stared at” octavia gives a smirky side laugh waiting for Seb to get into a towel too.
Seb suddenly feels a deep thought bubble into his mind. He still has his cage on, he thinks to himself, what am i gonna do shes gonna find out i’m a total weirdo. He takes off his shirt panicking. “Thats it hahaha” Octavia is leaning against the wall enjoying the awkwardness exuding from Seb.
Seb can’t think of anything, “Ca… can you turn around please?” he asks tentatively.
“Haha well only cos you asked so nicely” Octvia says teasingly slowly turning around quickly glancing back around teasingly.
Seb quickly whips off his other clothes, eyes darting back to her making sure she doesn’t see anything he wouldn’t want her to. He takes a towel holding it in front of himself, drops his pants and quickly wraps himself in the towel of safety. He breathes a sigh of relief that octavia hadn’t turned around as a joke or anything.
“Im done, yo… you can turn around now.”
Octavia spins around “Haha thats it Sebby, look at you, I reckon you’ve gotten bigger since we met.” Seb has no words as he realises what he’s agreed to, some indeterminate time stuck with octavia alone, the stress creeps in, what if i get hard? What if she sees my cage?. The thoughts swirl in his mind.
Octavia holds the door open leaning across the door so Seb would have to walk under her arm to get in, he waits but Octavia is obviously waiting for him to enter first. He does cautiously, as he’s almost in Octavia arm swoops down around his neck, she puts him into a head lock and starts giving Seb a noogie “Haha isn’t this fun getting to hang out at the gym” she says playfully holding him in place just inside the door.
Seb isn’t hearing her though as he was caught off guard and is now slightly panicked, he flails trying to slip her powerful grip. Octavia realises this and pulls him in closer pushing his head into her armpit, she doesn’t realise he can barely breathe pushed into her. Octavia thinks that he’s faking a struggle to play along. Trapped in the depths of the giant womens pit he’s forced to take partial breaths, inhaling the smog that lingers. Seb blindly grabs onto whatever he can find and starts tapping. Octavia realises he’s not in a good way and releases the head lock. Seb gasps for air, his face red. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, i thought you were being dramatic” there is a hint of concern on her face.
“No no I’m ok just gimme a second”.
They both assume positions in the, smaller than Seb had expected, sauna. He sits next to her with enough room between himself and Octavia to feel comfortable. Octavia loads up the stones with water and the room quickly fills with steam, despite all that’s happened Seb relaxes and starts to enjoy the time. Octavia unfortunately has the same idea, she shuffles around and spreads her legs getting closer to him than Seb would like.
It doesn’t take long for Seb to build up a sweat. Octavia is already sweaty and it’s only exacerbated by the hot and wet climate. The all too familiar scent begins to fill his nose, he didn’t think Octavia could smell any more pungent than before, but it seems her sweat smell is now permeating through the entire room. As the time passes Seb cant take it, the smell is so strong it’s as if he’d been plunged into her armpit again, its inescapable. “So how long do you usually hang out in the sauna?” he asks, trying to hint that it’s time to go.
“Oh usually like half an hour,” Octavia responds.
Seb glances at his watch, it’s been 10 minutes. The smell of her is gross, no wait….. now its what? Slightly sweet? Maybe a little more pleasant than it just was. Seb is reminded of all the times Octavia has been sweet and nice to him. His thoughts drift to her, her tits and ass. He starts leaking, the raw sexuality of Octavia is immense.
He snaps out of it momentarily, what’s happening, he hadn’t thought of her like this before, he quickly checks to see if Octavia is looking, she’s not, He grabs the edge of the towel and dabs leak hopefully the prying eyes of Octavia don’t notice. He turns around again and she’s looking at him. “Having a little trouble there Sebby?” there’s her tell tale smirk again. “I wouldn’t worry about it, i’m sure there isn’t much down there to worry about anyway” she chuckles before turning back forward.
Seb, caught in the act, goes red and starts feeling light headed, “Ahh sorry I just uhhh…” he struggles to think of an excuse, there isn’t anywhere to go with this. “I wasn’t thinking of you.. Wait no I mean I…I not I didn’t mean that” Seb feels confused, why did he say something so stupid.
Oh god she’s gonna think I’m a total pervert now. Seb turns inwards feeling stupid and freezes up. Octavia turns back to Seb putting the pieces together in her head. She quickly turns forward not knowing what to say, hoping that if she acts as if she hadn’t heard maybe things will get better. To think that this guy had been checking her out this entire time, she wonders if he has feelings for her. That would explain the awkwardness around being in the sauna together. She feels her towel raising, oh shit i’m getting hard she thinks. She awkwardly crosses her legs hoping Seb didn’t see her erotic display.
The embarrassment is too much for Octavia. She thinks to herself, how could I be aroused by such a tiny human, not even the same species as me and definitely not enough to satisfy me, she grows flush in the face, her body heat rising from both awkwardness and arousal. She gets up, lying and saying “Oh man I forgot I gotta write something up for work, hope you don’t mind me ditching”.
Sebs blurts “Oh n.. no problem i’ll see you next session”, secretly glad she’s leaving but also wondering what she’s thinking, almost positive it isn’t good. As she leaves he resigns himself to being labeled a pervert and eventually kicked out of the gym. His head is swimming, is it from her musk?
His head is not in the right place he tries to get up stumbling slightly realising the sauna and everything that’s happened has put him in quite the state. As he gets up he sees the distinct outline of sweat where Octavia’s ass was, and there’s other patches too? What are… Oh my god, he thinks her balls and cock had left sweat patches on the seat.
He looks over his shoulder, curious of what it might smell like and not thinking straight he approaches the spot where she was sitting. He gets on his knees and puts his nose close, the smell is… surprisingly nice? He slowly pokes his tongue out, stops himself and looks over his shoulder once more. His thoughts are of octavia walking back in, but she had something to do, it should be fine right?
He thinks back to the patches and forces his face into her sweat, it smells amazing and the taste is unlike anything, he sits there lapping up Octavias remains the smell filling his nose. If Seb was in a bad way before he’s now musk drunk. There is no sign Octavia ever sat there, now only Sebs saliva remains.
He stumbles to the door, his vision blurred from spending far too long in the sauna most likely, or did her smell play a part. He checks his watch, when did I get in here? How long has it been? He has no idea. He thinks to himself, I just have to shower and I’ll be fine, I just need to clean off myself then I can go home. He grabs his bag and swigs water, it doesn’t help the confusion. Making his way to the showers he sits down and starts to prepare himself, still in his towel.
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