Hot Flash: Gym Bunny – A Bimbo Transformation Story

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Angela gave the girl at the juice bar a wide berth. Like a painting in a haunted house, the crystal blue eyes of the buxom girl followed Angela past the entrance to the gym. Only when she reached the privacy of the locker room did Angela realize how tense she’d been. That was it. She was going to find a new gym.

The lights were bright and harsh in the locker room. It felt like they were sucking what little energy Angela had left after a long day. She pulled her dark hair back and tied it into a ponytail and began shedding her work clothes. Smart gray pants and a satiny red top were stowed in a locker while she wiggled into gray leggings and a pale yellow sports top. She wrinkled her nose when she caught a look at herself in the mirror, tying up the laces of her trainers, one foot cocked on the bench in the center of the room. She was pretty, and her body was lean, but she didn’t have the curves she always wanted. Her face was too sallow, her chest too flat, her hair too ratty when it grew past her shoulders.

She was like her work uniform. Proper, pretty, and unexceptional. It was a hard truth she was only now coming to as the age of thirty loomed ahead, and one that she was still resisting. Seeing the plumped-up blonde at the entrance didn’t do wonders for her self-esteem, either. Where Angela was all angles and lines, the often-creepy bimbo at the juice bar was a series of curves piled atop one another. She showed up a couple of months ago, and while the two hadn’t spoken, the girl stared at Angela each time she passed. Angela couldn’t make clear whether that focus was derisive or merely curious. Maybe she should just talk to the pillowy girl and put it to rest. Alongside the stress of the day, this uncertainty over the stranger had her on edge.

It was night outside. The windows were opaque, allowing enough light through to know the time of day, at least. Through the snowy glass, Angela could see the yellow bulb of a parking light outside, a golden halo filtered through the window.

The room was mostly empty. Only a younger man, who Angela would have guessed was in the Army by his high-and-tight. He had his headphones on, bench-pressing with the aid of a resistance machine. Angela nodded his direction, but he didn’t see. Shoving in her own earbuds, Angela felt bass thrum and the treadmill come to life under her feet.

A meditative quality accompanied these runs. Angela closed her eyes and listened to her heart beat in her chest. The pounding of her footsteps on the rolling surface beneath her joined the chorus. With her pulled back, the first trickles of sweat slipped down the nape of her neck and soaked into the top. Her body was revved up now, energy coursing through her. When she felt someone touch her right shoulder, Angela nearly screamed.

She stumbled off the treadmill and tugged her earbuds free in an awkward dismount. Standing before her was the bimbo from the juice counter. Now that she was close, Angela saw the oval nameplate said her name was Tiffi.

“Oopsie!” she said, the wide grin suggesting she wasn’t so sorry after all. “I didn’t mean ta interrupt, but you’re, like, the last one here.”

Angela looked past the buxom blonde to the station where the solider had been lifting moments before. She checked her watch. Half an hour before. Tiffi was right. She was the last.

“Sorry,” Angela said, scooping up her towel and water bottle from beside the treadmill. “Lost track of time. You know how it is.”

That was a safe bet. Tiffi not only had an enormous pair of round tits, she boasted a trim waist and toned belly, shown off by the more abbreviated gym attire she’d chosen in comparison to Angela’s more conservative leggings and top combo.

“I sure do!” she chirped. “You want something yummy and cold? I made it just for you!”

She was disgustingly enthusiastic by Angela’s measure. And now she was shoving some pink slush in a cup at Angela, grinning like an idiot. An extremely sexy idiot, but that was a different matter.

“Got my water,” Angela said with all the cheers he could muster and gave the bottle a waggle.

“Awwww. You got to! Pleeeaaaasssse!” She bent and twisted as she pleaded with Angela, who only wanted to get to the locker room and change and get home and away from this strange girl. She would certainly be finding a new gym, too. There was a place near her office, just across the street. A little pricier in that part of town, but not being harassed by gym bunnies was a small price to pay.

“Sure, thanks,” she said. She made a show of how good it was as she slurped it, smiling and nodding around the straw. And then the flavor hit her. It wasn’t the tart taste of vegetable smoothies. This was sweet, like spun sugar on her tongue. Angela’s eyes fluttered and she swallowed down a mouthful of the cotton candy smoothie. “Wow.”

“Right? It’s tha yummiest!” Tiffi squealed and hopped, setting her impressive globes into a hypnotic bounce. “More!”

‘Sure,’ Angela thought, taking another slow draw on the straw, savoring the cool candy on her tongue. ‘No reason not to.’ It was probably filled with carbs and calories, but sometimes you had to live a little. In light of her gift, Angela was rethinking her opinion of Tiffi. Outrageous for certain, but sweet. Almost as sweet as the smoothie, which she saw was nearly half gone. She’d zoned out again sucking on the straw.

“Hmmm?” she asked, lips never leaving the tip of the straw.

“I said do ya wanna get changed now?”

“Oh, sorry. Yes. I almost forgot about the gym closing.”

“I know how hard it is to think sometimes, but you get used to it. And it feels soooo much better when you’r elike us.”

“Us?” Angela asked. She was unsteady on her feet. The trainers hurting, or maybe it was her feet that hurt. She had to lean on Tiffi on the way to the locker room, happy that someone was leading her. Her head felt like someone stuffed it full of cotton.

“Uh-huh! Juice Girls! Like someone gave me some, too! Ever since, I have been so much happier! And totally horny, too!” She laughed, a high, tickling sound. Angela found herself laughing along with Tiffi, unsure of why but unable to stop herself.

The locker room door closed on its silent pneumatic hinge, leaving the two women alone. Angela sat on the wooden bench and sighed with relief. It was like her feet were cramping and wouldn’t straighten out, locked in a perpetual arch. Tiffi helped remove her sneakers and turned away from her, rummaging through a locker.

“I’ve been watchin’ you forever,” she said into the open locker. “You are super hot, but so stuck up. So I asked my manager if I could have you and he said so long as you work at the new juice bar that’s opening up and he can have some gun with you, too. But you’re, like, mostly mine.”

Angela blinked heavily trying to process what Tiffi was saying. Hers? Who was this guy she was talking about? It was so hard to keep up.

Tiffi turned back to Angela, her blonde locks waving against her tan skin. She cradled clothing in her arms, a pair of high pink heels resting on top.

“Oooh, you’re hair is getting so pretty!”

Angela frowned. How could hair be turning ‘pretty?’ And then she looked at the mirror on the wall between lockers. Still up in a ponytail, her hair looked faded, like the color was draining out by the tips. At her roots, Angela’s hair was a bright blonde, and it was spreading like a creeping stain. It wasn’t just her hair, though even as she examined herself she watched her eyebrows fade to pale blonde. It was how her face looked rounder, her lips more full, her nose more pert. Tiffi tugged at the hair tie and the mane of blonde was unleashed. It fell in slow waves over her shoulders.

“You are so hot!”

“Yeah,” Angela said with a kind of awe. She lifted a strand of hair and rubbed it between her fingers. Besides the dimness she struggled to think through, she was also competing with the heat stirring between her legs. It was like she’d been dosed with a couple of glasses of wine, and her body was starting to relax into easy sexual pleasure.

“This is gonna get in tha way,” Tiffi grumbled, and lifted Angela’s top over her head. Angela didn’t bother to resist, despite now being nude from the waist up. Her breasts were nothing compared to the globes on Tiffi’s chest. But they were bigger, weren’t they?

The little bumps that sported taut pink nipples were now happy handfuls. Angela held them and squeezed her legs together as her pussy flooded at the squeeze of her new tits. She giggled and licked her lips. It was tough to think, but who needed thinking when you felt like this?

“Say, before you forget, what is your name, sweetie?” Tiffi asked. She bent over Angela’s back to replace the moaning girl’s hands with her own, kneading and weighing Angela’s swelling chest.

“Ange-” Angela began, and lost the train of thought when Tiffi pinched ehr rock-hard nipples.

“Angie! Perfect for a hot slut like you!”

“Yeah,” Angie agreed, unsure what it was she agreed to. Whatever Tiffi said was fine as long as she kept rubbing her tits like that. Plus, it left Angie’s hands free to run her gushing pussy beneath the leggings.

“You are gonna be the hottest Juice Girl ever!” Tiffi exclaimed, tugging Angie’s earlobe with her teeth. Tiffi’s tongue licked up Angie’s neck to her lips. Tiffi pulled Angie’s head back to look up at her and deepened the kiss.

Tiffi’s grasp on complex thought was only marginally better than Angie’s, enough to be independent. She’d made Willie promise that Angie would need Tiffi for almost everything. When the kiss broke, Angie drooled helplessly over puffy lips. The softening of her features left her with a bee-stung put, long lashes and large blue eyes. Everything in her expression suggested helplessness and lust in equal proportion.

“I bet Angie would like to lick my pussy for making her so sexy.”

“Uh-huh!” Angie said eagerly. She got lost in the middle of the sentence, but she knew what eating pussy was, and if Tiffi was offering, she would be deliriously happy to bury her face in the hot girl’s snatch.

Tiffi climbed onto the bench behind Angie, easing her skintight shorts off and exposing a prim and glistening pussy, a soft thatch of golden muff surrounding the wet lips. Angie needed only a glance at what was offered to her before she descended on Tiffi, eyes rolling up in bliss as her tongue tasted the flavor of a woman’s delta for the first time. Tiffi pulled and tugged her hair, guiding the lesbian neophyte to just the right spots. She folded her legs over Angie’s shoulders, giving up the mask that the public saw, and allowing herself to become one with the pleasure as Angie had done.

The pair of blonde bimbos moaned and moved together, Angie lapping up Tiffi’s juices while she fingered herself with abandon. Tiffi was enjoying her balloon-like tits while Angie’s tongue plumbed her depths and danced over her clit. When they came, the sweat-dewed sluts traded positions, and then added a few new poses for round three. Only when Angie had an explosive multiple orgasm that left her whimpering on the ground did Tiffi stop her enjoyment of the newborn bimbo.

The neon sign flipped from OPEN to CLOSED as Tiffi locked the door to the gym. Her new girlfriend stood attentively beside her, having difficulty in keeping her hands off her giant new boobs. Her feet, now in permanent arches, fit comfortably inside the pink heels she balanced on.

“Come on, slut, let’s get somewhere we can really play! Plus, we gotta train you to work the juice bar!”

Angie giggled in answer, unsure of what any of it meant, but secure that Tiffi would tell her. In between orgasms, of course.

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