Let’s farewell this month with another intimate encounter of Chrissy and Brad in the gym! We will take a short break this weekend and start next week with ‘The Clinic.’ Also, the next chapter of ‘The Role’ is also another of my personal favorites. :) Hope you guys enjoy it as well! - Nakintr

Exiting the locker room was much the same as entering it. Chrissy and Miss Valentine navigated around dozens of women going about their business while drawing very little attention to themselves. By the time he made it back to the main room, Chrissy was antsy to get some attention. He strutted out of the women’s locker room and felt relief wash over him as he noticed several stares directed his way.

Miss Valentine secured her hair into a ponytail and glanced around before pointing to the corner of the gym. “Look, there’s your boyfriend. Go ahead and say hi; I’ll meet you at the squat rack.”

Chrissy made his way across the floor, loving every bit of attention he was drawing, though it was undercut by his misgivings about his relationship. His brain buzzed and fogged over. Brad was a great guy and everything, but...it just wasn’t going to work out anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of them to string things along, so breaking up was probably for the best. Chrissy mentally prepared himself to end the relationship, knowing that Brad would probably be devastated.

While moving, Chrissy unconsciously straightened his arms against his curvy hips and flipped his hands and long nails up at a perpendicular angle compared to his body. It exaggerated his girly strut and highlighted his natural, womanly sway. While he headed towards Brad, Chrissy peered around and attempted to locate the handsome Black weightlifter he’d spotted earlier. If he was going to break up with Brad, a quick bounce-back would be ideal!

With his brain fogged over and his seam unavailable, Chrissy decided he DESPERATELY needed to give some lucky man a BJ. His body was practically shaking with intense cravings, and he knew the only solution was an oral injection of ‘special ingredient.’ Every man he passed by looked like a potential snack, and Chrissy felt his genitalia warming up while his mind was awash with fantasies of cock.

He was particularly interested in the handful of Black men, but he was so hungry that even the white guys were looking tasty.

He was aloof and out of it as he approached Brad’s bench. Chrissy’s horny brain was distracted, and *ZAP* her pussy was babbling like a brook. The sweaty male bodies, the tight clothing, the grunting, the confident swagger, the feats of strength, the bulges! There were bulges everywhere! Her mind was completely lost in a fog, and her withdrawal was forcing her to see every man as a cum dispenser as a solution to her problem. And the attention! The lustful attention to her body! The men evaluated her body through both a societal and evolutionary lens and wanted to fuck her—to marry her—to BREED her! In the moment her body WANTED all these things, she WANTED to be fucked by a man, married off to a man, and bred by a man.

She turned her eyes to Brad, who was lifting some huge dumbbells! Chrissy had almost forgotten how strong and muscular her boyfriend was. His rippling muscles pulsated with strain as he pushed the heavy weights. He was lying on a bench, flanked by two gym bunnies who caressed his gigantic dumbbells sensually.

The gym bunnies glared at Chrissy like feral hyenas as she approached. Female competition for the most dominant, alpha male seemed to be in full swing. She may not have been attracted to Brad any longer. She may not even want to keep dating him, but he was still obligated as her boyfriend to let her give him a blowjob! She was entitled to suck his cock!

Brad saw Chrissy and let his weights drop to the floor with a thunderous *THUD,* causing the gym bunnies to jump away fearfully. It shook the whole gym and drew the attention of nearly everybody around. Chrissy’s head became even more clouded, and her prosthetic vagina moistened further as she felt dozens of stares converging on her.

Brad jumped to his feet wearing an angry scowl. He guffawed, “Well if it isn’t my quote-unquote girlfriend. Your mom told me you were coming. I don’t know what happened between us, but you’ve been treating me like shit, and I won’t keep putting up with it!” He pointed to the smirking hyenas next to him and continued, “You know, Gina and Mia here are much more supportive of me and—WOAH!”

Chrissy snatched Brad by his lifting tank and began dragging him towards a nearby door labeled ‘Employees Only.’ She didn’t have time for whatever petty relationship, mind game bullshit Brad and his little sluts were cooking up. Gina and Mia could have Brad for all she cared; she just needed him to cum down her throat ASAP.

She didn’t have the strength to actually force him to move, of course, but Brad quickly realized what was happening and didn’t put up a fuss. Chrissy’s pink wristband with the bold ‘UNDERAGE’ bobbed along with her delicate hand and painted fingernails, which scrunched Brad’s lifting tank.

Dozens of onlookers watched the tiny teenage girl with lust-addled eyes and a visibly wet cameltoe drag her hulking boyfriend and his impressive erection into the ‘Employees Only’ door.

The room was a dimly lit supply closet with mops and buckets and extra toilet paper. Chrissy didn’t care because it was big enough for her to kneel and secluded from prying eyes. She wanted attention, sure, but giving head in front of strangers was a little too much, even in her heightened state. She turned Brad and pushed him in the chest towards the far wall. He playfully fell into a sitting position on a stack of toilet paper.

Chrissy dropped onto her hands and knees before prowling hungrily along the dirty floor towards Brad. Her heavy breasts jiggled against her sports bra, her fat ass and full hips stuck up in the air, and her long, blonde pigtails jostled against her madeup, innocent face. She crawled up Brad’s legs and noticed he had already freed his rock-hard manhood. He had shaved! Chrissy ran her painted fingers up and down his length, marveling at how smooth, veiny, and thick his shaft felt in her hands.

Chrissy parted her lips and enveloped Brad’s cock with no apprehension. She needed this! His erection easily slid down her throat. Experiences from her years spent as a high-school slut flooded Chrissy’s foggy brain, and she leaned into it for technique. Her mother’s stories were becoming legitimized in her head and subtly altering her personality. At this point, and in the state Chrissy was in, the line between reality and fantasy was completely gone. Chrissy was only 17, so her mother’s stories were suddenly very recent memories.

She was skilled at providing oral and had already given Brad a few blowjobs so she knew exactly how he liked to be sucked. In Chrissy’s experience, some men liked it slow and methodical, some liked it sloppy with plenty of eye contact, and others liked their BJ sprinkled with dirty talk and lots of tongue… But Brad, he liked it HARD and ROUGH. She began bobbing her head quickly on his shaft and sucking on his cockhead between repetitions. Her hand bearing the ‘UNDERAGE’ wristband slowly fondled his balls, feeling his virile supply. It was so close! A deep, rumbling moan escaped his lips and filled the small closet.

Rapid, tight, wet, repetitive envelopment caused her body to shake and jiggle as she worked towards her goal. Her pussy may have been drooling, but her sole focus was on Brad’s pleasure. She rhythmically slammed her lips into his pubic hair, knowing that he would appreciate it because the faster she could get him to cum, the faster she could move on and find somebody that she was actually attracted to. Her goal was to get filled with a fat wad. That was it.

Without her backlog of experience, she would have probably choked and gagged trying to blow him in this way, but now she had no issue maintaining her pace and keeping herself properly oxygenated. She withdrew at the perfect time to expertly swirl her tongue around his head while giving his balls a light squeeze.

The door to the supply closet gently opened. Mia and Gina popped their heads inside. Chrissy didn’t care. She didn’t even slow down or pay them any mind. She tightened her lips and surged forward to impale herself down onto his rod and begin her repetitions once again.

“See, I told you she was.”

“At the gym? What a fucking whore!”

“I thought I heard Brad’s girlfriend was trans? This skank sure doesn’t look trans!”

Brad acknowledged the girls with a nod before leaning forward and lifting Chrissy’s bra above her breasts. She didn’t stop her rhythmic sucking, so her heavy, feminine tits flopped all around and gave the girls a good show. Brad then yanked her yoga pants down to her knees, exposing her sticky, prosthetic vagina. Sensing Brad’s intention, Chrissy shifted her hips like she was peeing to point her fake pussy straight towards them.

“Okay, this skank is DEFINITELY not trans. Those tits are all natural.”

“And look! Her cunt's soaking wet just from giving head! That’s—”

Whichever girl was speaking got cut off as Brad grunted, and Chrissy felt his balls contract in her hand. As soon as the first spurt of semen coated her throat, an incredible warmth spread through Chrissy’s body as her addiction was satiated. Without any stimulation to her womanhood whatsoever, an orgasm exploded from between her legs. She moaned around his ejaculating penis and gushed girl cum from her quivering vagina towards Mia and Gina.

“Is she…? She is! She’s cumming from just sucking cock!”

“I have NEVER seen a woman so dominated by dick, and I’ve met some REALLY slutty girls.”

Brad’s load continued to deposit into Chrissy’s stomach, causing a subsequent orgasm. She moaned around his dick once again, and her whole body shook. Her tits and pussy were exposed while on her hands and knees on the disgusting floor of a gym closet while sucking down copious amounts of sperm while two bitches watched, but Chrissy didn’t give a damn!

“Well, I won’t let her win. I’m telling the front desk and getting her ass kicked out! Let’s go!”

With that, Mia and Gina departed with a *SLAM* of the door. Chrissy was left riding the coattails of her second orgasm while enjoying the last globs of cum squeezing from Brad’s deflating manhood. When he was soft once again, Chrissy popped his mouth off and licked his lips for good measure. He let out a satisfied *hmm* and felt his brain coming back from the fog. His addiction was under control again! He shakily stood and gently placed his tits back into their proper cups, then tugged his damp yoga pants back into place. He ran his hand up and down his seam to drag the shattered remnants of his male identity back from the deepest pits of his psyche. Thank God for the seam! This was the closest he had come to fully losing himself.

Thankfully, Brad hadn’t pulled his hair or given him a facial this time, so he was still relatively put together. With his mental faculties returning, the girls’ final words finally hit Chrissy, and his chest fluttered. They wouldn’t really tattle on him, would they? What if they did!? He had to get to Miss Valentine and start the workout ASAP! If he was busy working out, he could lie and say they were making it up!

Chrissy bolted to the door, determined to find his mother and pretend that nothing happened. Brad tried to say something as Chrissy exited, but he didn’t bother to listen. Brad was irrelevant now, and, honestly, Chrissy had forgotten he was even in the room. Chrissy fixed his pigtails and squinted as the bright lights of the gym met his eyes. The attention of nearby gym-goers didn’t do much for him anymore. He contemplated whether the addiction to attention he felt was a result of his actual addiction to semen or something else. Either way, he was only mildly interested in being seen. He was more concerned with Gina and Mia’s threat. He glanced around, worried that every employee he saw was about to confront him.

Making his way to the squat racks, Chrissy found Miss Valentine resting on her arm, looking bored. When he approached, she threw her hands up. “Well, look who decided to show! How long does it take to say hello? It isn’t easy to hold onto a squat rack on a busy day, you know.”

Chrissy sighed and apologized, “I’m sorry, Mom, I just um, like, broke up with Brad.”

Miss Valentine perked up and could barely contain her elation. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry to hear that. It’s for the best. That Brad is trouble if you ask me.”

Chrissy looked away out of shame. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he had to explain his long absence somehow! Besides, he wanted to break up with Brad anyway. What was the harm?

Miss Valentine motioned for the squat rack and exclaimed, “Let’s forget about that loser with some vigorous exercise!”

With that, Chrissy dove into a classic Miss Valentine workout. He remained concerned about Gina and Mia, but his misgivings lessened as time wore on. There were creeps and voyeurs all around the gym, but their attention didn’t mean much to Chrissy throughout his workout, especially when he was focused. He was put through every exercise from the first few weeks of his training. Squats, lunges, leg lifts, hip thrusts, and flutter kicks. SO many squats and hip thrusts! Miss Valentine ordered him to do set after set until Chrissy was dripping with sweat and even his cute little star stickers fell from his cheeks. His lower body was sore and gently quivering by the end, while his upper body was fresh and mostly unused. The high heels definitely didn't make things any easier! Thankfully, Miss Valentine provided a non-dick-shaped water bottle filled with pink water. It was relieving not to have a dick flashing in his mind every time he wanted to take a drink!

When Miss Valentine finally called it quits, Chrissy was exhausted. He followed her towards the women’s locker room with a somewhat lumbering gait. His normal, bouncy sway was muted by fatigue. They navigated the locker room, and Chrissy mostly ignored the naked and partially naked women all around him. He knew he smelled like a used gym sock and wanted nothing more than to get home and shower!

When they reached their locker, Miss Valentine opened it and began pulling off her clothing. Chrissy watched as his mother joined dozens of other women in a state of undress.

She looked over at Chrissy incredulously and snapped, “If you think you’re stinking up my Escalade with your B.O., you have another thing coming. I brought you a change of clothes and your shower products, so you better get your butt into that shower.”

Miss Valentine stepped out of her panties, and Chrissy noticed her once smooth vagina was now hairy, while her lips were a little droopy and pronounced. Her skin looked looser, and her hips looked wider as well. Next came her bra, which allowed her saggy tits to drop out. Her areolas were also noticeably darker.

Chrissy analyzed his mother’s altered body. She LOOKED like a mom! As Chrissy stood there, he could have sworn he saw her arms sag just a little more and her hips widen just a little further. Miss Valentine put her hands on her widening hips and sighed before speaking in her mature alto, “Look, honey, I get that you broke up with your boyfriend, but that’s no reason to wallow in sadness and be smelly. Let’s go, chop chop!”

Chrissy glanced around nervously. Could he really get naked in here? Would he truly fit in once everything was laid bare? Fooling the women with his clothes on was one thing, but without them was another. Chrissy found the courage to disrobe when his mother’s expression suddenly hardened. Pissing her off wouldn’t benefit him at all.

He first removed his sports bra. His breasts plopped out and rode high on his chest, unlike Miss Valentine’s, which sagged. He then removed his yoga pants and stepped out of them with his heels. His prosthetic vagina was tight and hairless, unlike Miss Valentine’s, which was wide and droopy. His butt and hips were big and wide but also tight and youthful, while Miss Valentine’s were loose and wrinkled. Lastly, he ripped off the ‘UNDERAGE’ wristband. Those rules were so stupid!

With her daughter finally naked, Miss Valentine procured two towels and some familiar, unlabeled shower products.

She began walking naked towards the communal shower area. Chrissy followed behind, desperately hoping nobody would notice his nearly invisible seam. His heavy breasts bounced lightly as he tottered behind his mother while the natural sway in his hips had returned. His hands had even gone back to pointing out from his body in a perpendicular, girly fashion.

None of the women seemed to pay him much attention, and he blended in perfectly. Among naked female bodies, his was nearly indistinguishable. In fact, if anybody in the whole world was tasked with walking into this locker room right now and picking out the biological male, Chrissy would be unlikely to crack the top thirty in guesses. He could see at least two dozen women that were manlier than he was at any given time.

When they made it to the large shower area, Chrissy saw there were already several naked women bathing. He took a big breath and strode towards them with as much confidence as he could muster.

He got a few strange looks when his heels clicked on the tile, but it didn’t bother him. Miss Valentine approached the shower head adjacent to Chrissy and provided him with products when he needed them. He was completely used to the lavender- and sour milk-smelling products, but they roused some strange looks and furrowed noses from surrounding women. Nonetheless, Chrissy and Miss Valentine showered just like all the other women and, when finished, dried themselves and returned to their locker.

By the time they were returning to their locker, Chrissy was fully confident of his presence in the female locker room. Whether it was his invading memories of growing up as a girl and using the girls' locker room all his life or simply the exposure from today, he wasn’t sure. He and his mother even walked naked past two women just entering the room for the first time. Chrissy felt their eyes follow his body for a second, and he remembered when he had first walked in. Now he was the naked woman navigating the locker room! They even passed a female employee busy mopping the floor among the throng of bare femininity. The worker briefly glanced up at Chrissy’s naked body and went straight back to what she was doing. Surely the workers were on high alert for cross-gender shenanigans, and she didn’t even give Chrissy a second glance!

Once at their locker, Miss Valentine gave Chrissy a hairbrush, and he combed out his wet hair until it was...passable. He then grabbed the makeup from his pink backpack and hurriedly applied it in the nearby mirror next to a woman doing the exact same thing. He definitely didn’t want to be seen without his makeup! It would just feel...wrong! He decided to do his standard makeup and leave his hair loose instead of in pigtails.

Miss Valentine provided Chrissy with some underwear, a bra, and an outfit. The soft pink bra and panties were comfortable on Chrissy’s body once he donned them.

His breasts had rather impressive cleavage in the bra, and, as usual, his prosthetic vagina was clearly visible in the underwear.

The outfit was a pair of high-waisted jeans, a gray tank top, and white heels. The jeans were the usual super tight, the scooping tank top left Chrissy’s bra straps and cleavage visible, and the heels were small but comfortable. He let his curly blonde hair flow down his back. Chrissy checked himself in the mirror.

Satisfied, he returned to the locker and found Miss Valentine was similarly dressed and ready to go. She wore a loose tan dress with a black belt tightened around her waist and heels. Chrissy recognized that her face looked different. Her nose appeared sharper, and her cheeks looked a little...unnatural. It almost appeared like she had gotten some minor surgical work done.

She handed Chrissy the pink backpack and asked warmly, “Shall we? I think Doctor Sapphire will be waiting for us when we get home.”

Chrissy donned his backpack and nodded. He’d almost forgotten Sapphire was going to be coming. He remembered last time...Daddy’s ‘sample’ on the tile…. Chrissy sighed and ignored the fluttering in his chest. He was very thankful he had gotten some semen just in the nick of time, or he’d be putty in Daddy’s hands.

As he and Miss Valentine exited the locker room with their respective bags, Chrissy realized there hadn’t been any consequences to his behavior in the storage closet. It seemed Gina and Mia were full of crap!

At least, Chrissy thought that until he froze when a scowl met him from the front counter.

28. Week 8 Part 2

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28. Week 8 Part 2

27. Week 8 Part 1

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