Femboy Body Workout Novels & Stories

I also had lots of dance missions just like my first and I quickly became a favorite for all the targets who owed money to Tyler. Over the past few months I trained every day and I have become so strong I could take down anyone who dares to touch me except for Matt he was still stronger than me. A lot about me has changed I'm more comfortable with myself and feisty, my body changed as well. Where I usually had a small waist and flat stomach I now still had a small waist but with distinct abs, I still had big breasts and ass but a lot more firmer. My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body.

With eager hands, they shed their workout attire, revealing their sculpted physiques in breathtaking splendour. With a dancer's grace, Rachna unclasped her black, form-fitting sports bra, unveiling the elegant architecture of her shoulders and the sinuous strength of her arms. Her skin, taut over lean muscle and kissed by the sun, shone with a warmth that mirrored the ferocity of her workout. Droplets of perspiration clung to her, glistening like scattered diamonds, a testament to her unwavering dedication to her fitness. As she slid out of her leggings, the long, sculpted lines of her legs and the gentle curve of her hips were revealed, offering a tantalising glimpse of her toned derriere.

Powerful. He clapped once, voice deep and rough. “Alright, ladies. Let’s get sweaty. Legs and core today. Squats, lunges, planks. Form first, pain second. You know the drill.” The music kicked in—bass-heavy, pulsing—and we started. Jumping jacks, mountain climbers. My thighs burned fast. Sweat beaded between my breasts, trickled down my spine. But every time I looked up, Jax was there at the front, demonstrating with easy power. The way his quads flexed when he squatted made my mouth go dry. I tried to focus on my own body, but my mind kept slipping. *What would those hands feel like? Not just brushing past. Gripping. Owning.*

Lady Biz has always been a nice fellow to me ever since I ran away from Ravenstown. “ Heard they be boring you to work with all the gym stuff. Watching pot bellied and bad body structure men stink of sweat and late night meal in that gym.” I let out a tiny laugh. “ Lady Biz! Gym is not for bad body structure ones. It is for keeping fit and I have females trooping in as well.”

But it was impossible when she came to stand right in front of me. Her dark blue shorts revealed her long and perfectly toned legs. They looked even better than how my imagination had pictured them. The tiny garment wasn’t short enough to see the lower part of her ass, but the shape... Man, the shape. Sarah at the gym had a perfect, tiny butt after years of working as a personal trainer, but she had nothing on Bambi. Her ass was rounder and fuller, and my hands twitched in longing to cup each of her globes, and maybe squeeze a bit. I swear, if she’d worn a sexy nighty as well, I would faint. Literally.

Again, she lowered her butt, raised her shoulders and legs up, and then was able to remove the last remaining piece of clothing completely. 'Hmm,' Clara thought. 'Flexible too. And damn she's beautiful!' Clara's opinion didn't sway as Shamira stood up and gave her a front double bicep pose. Abdominal muscles strained, biceps stood up, and those shoulders looked like they could take Atlas's burden away. Pose after pose showcased that body, and each position made Clara more amorous. And that clit! She'd heard that bodybuilders often had larger than average pleasure nubs, but it was beautiful. She shed her own minuscule bits of clothing and prepared to train her lover.

Leo said. He started to move. He was fast. He was a professional athlete, and he had a rhythm that was like a machine. Thump-thump-thump. His hips hit hers with a lot of power. Lily felt like she was on a fast horse. Every thrust made her whole body shake. The Heavy Workout The erotica of the gym was very raw. There were mirrors everywhere. Lily could see herself. She saw her small, pale body being pounded by this giant, tan athlete. She saw how his muscles moved in his back and his legs.

It was a miracle he could get up at all. "I got it right, huh?" Sam scoffed. "Honestly, which chick could get so enthusiastic with you? Look, I'm not body shaming, but you won't have the stamina with that body. Want to hit the gym together when you're free?" Sam was certainly robust in contrast to Bob's pudgy form—all over his body were chiseled muscles with a perfectly streamlined body! Bob lowered his gaze at his own tummy and suddenly asked seriously, "Chicks don't like this?"

“No, Dex. I don’t.” I licked my lips. “Is that so?” She hummed and asked, “You have a nice body.” I built it just for you. So I could be taller than you, pick you up, take you anywhere and protect you. Do you remember me now? How annoyed I was when you were taller than me once. Do you remember your Dylan? “Do you workout—” “I do,” I said, leaning up and crowding her space. “I swim, run, lift weights and also fuck pretty girls like you for cardio. Do you want to test it out?”

The sky was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn, the sun beginning its slow ascent. She walked through the hallways, making her way to one of the gyms on the first floor, determined to avoid any chance encounters with Dexter or Phoenix. As she approached the gym, the rhythmic sound of fists striking a heavy bag reverberated through the corridor. Inside, Felicity was in the midst of a rigorous workout. Her punches were sharp and precise, each strike causing her arm muscles to flex powerfully. Her defined four-pack abs rippled with each movement, glistening with sweat that dripped down her brown skin. Astrid couldn't help but admire Felicity's dedication; it was no wonder she was