Gilda Stronk

>January 1st, 2014
>This is it.
>This is the year.
>No more avoiding the issue, you're going to get in shape.
>Signing up takes only a few minutes and you're presented with a temporary tag.
>Your official one will be mailed out within the week.
>Thanking the membership rep, you grab your bag and strut out into the hall.
>This year is going to be different.
>You're so excited, you can't help but smile.
>Too bad you can't really see where you're going and run into a brick wall.
>An odd place for it, certainly, but as you're rubbing your head, you look up and see...
>Well, it's not a wall.
>A giant of a woman, bundled up against the cold, sneers down at you and going to great lengths to show off her perfectly pearly white teeth.
>"Watch where you're walking, twerp."
>You stutter an apology as the woman snorts and you can see her roll her eyes behind the purple tips of her white hair.
>She's wearing a generous amount of equally purple eyeshadow that makes her gold eyes pop all the more.
>"Whatever, just stay out of my way."
>She storms by you, taking care to smack you in the side of the head with her gym bag as she does.
>As you nurse your pride, you consider heading out and coming back later.
>But no.
>That's not how you want to start this year.
>This is the year everything changes!
>Steeling your resolve, you grab your bag and pick yourself back up before making your way into the locker room.
>It's rather uncomfortable, being in close proximity to so many men at once.
>They're don't all look like they're Mister Universe contestants, but the sheer number of blubbery bodies bouncing around the room does little for your stomach.
>Even if you all had the same idea to start the new year at the gym, at least you're not as far gone as they are.
>You can still make a difference in your life.



>Securing your things in a locker, you make your way down to the gym and go straight to the weight machines.
>You take a few minutes to watch other people use them, creating mental checklists for dos and don'ts.
>It doesn't look that hard.
>Why didn't you think of coming out to the gym sooner?
>When the crowd thins out a little bit, you move to the leg extension.
>Settling into the seat, you put your feet on the pad and push.
>And get nothing in return.
>You make three more attempts before you realize that you haven't adjusted the weight.
>Your fingers scramble to lessen the resistance, providing your with a great chance to hide your embarrassment by focusing on something else.
>After several failed grabs, you finally settle on what seems to be a more comfortable weight.
>Sure enough, your next attempt meets with success.
>You grin.
>You can do this.
>It takes a few seconds to find a rhythm, but soon your pumping along, pleased as punch.
>Come spring, you'll be looking fit!
>"Hey, twerp."
>Or not.
>You freeze in the middle of your extension, turning to face the woman from before.
>She still looks gigantic, though with your ass off the ground not nearly as much as before, but what she's lost in height she's made up for in bulk.
>Under the heavy winter coat, she'd managed to hide a pair of thick but sleek arms, and a six pack you could crack an egg on.
>Not to mention her chest.
>Your eyes linger on the overstuffed crop top for only a second before the snapping of fingers brings you back to reality.
>"Hey, you some kind of mute, dweeb?  Answer me when I talk to you!"
>You manage to get a greeting out, but the woman doesn't look too happy about it.



>"You're really starting to piss me off, you know that?"
>When you fumble for words, she rolls her eyes and continues.
>"You're making too much noise; it's giving me a headache."
>Noise?
>Oh, the weights.
>They had been clattering next to your ear the whole while, but eventually you were able to tune it out.
>After all, you had to pump quickly if you wanted to get stronger, right?
>With a sigh, the woman crosses her arms under her chest.
>"Take it up quick and bring it down slow, otherwise you'll wreck the machine.  And if that happens, I'll wreck you, got it?"
>You manage a slow nod, trying to make sure that your eyes don't linger on the generous curves of her breasts as they spill over her arms.
>It doesn't work.
>Worse still, she notices.
>With another huff, the wild woman turns on her heel and stalks back towards another part of the gym.
>Her back is definitely comparable to her front, her shorts strained like she was trying to smuggle fruit into the building.
>Shaking your head, you go back to your workout, trying your best to take the advice to heart.
>It turns out that her way is a whole lot harder!
>Your legs quickly start to tingle and feel useless.
>Rather than letting the weights clatter together when you don't have anything left to give, you set them back into place and stagger over to another machine.
>Twenty minutes later, you're exhausted.
>Sweat dribbles down down from your forehead and into your eyes, leaving you wiping them every few seconds and generally feeling disgusting.
>And you have to piss like a racehorse.
>That's enough for today.
>You'll come back tomorrow.
>You make your way back towards the front but quickly remember how many people were in the locker room.
>Feeling uncomfortable about being in their any longer than you have to, you duck into another bathroom to take care of business.
>Your time in front of the urinal is surprisingly pleasant; with no one else around you're able to relax.



>Sighing, you start to give your dick a few shakes when another hand closes around your cock.
>A shock runs up your spine as close-clipped but glossy nails slide along the underside of your shaft.
>"Oh ho?  What do we have here?"
>A pleasantly proportioned body presses into your back, two soft mounds of flesh nestling themselves on either side of your neck.
>Despite the colon clenching chill that keeps you locked in place, your cock slowly begins to respond to the delicate determined digits that trace along it.
>"Well, you're not that bad, I guess.  I think you and I should have a little fun together, dweeb."
>The woman from before.
>Her breath is hot against your neck as she pants and grinds herself against your lower back.
>And then the smell hits.
>A mixture of sweat and soap, with just a touch of lavender perfume.
>While you didn't notice it before, the heady aroma soon as your vision swimming as you try to think your way out of this.
>The last thing you want is to get assaulted in the bathroom, especially by this woman.
>You say something about getting caught, but she just laughs.
>"Please, nobody ever uses these bathrooms.  You and I have all the time in the world."
>For emphasis, she adjusts her hand so that she can start pumping your cock with her fist.
>"Besides, getting caught is part of the fun."
>You can almost see the evil grin on her lips as she nibbles on the top of your ear.
>As much as you would like to say you hate this, your brain is still shooting off endorphin fireworks with each stroke of her hand, encouraging you to just let it happen.
>Just as you're about to blow your load in the urinal, the woman stops and tightens her grip.



>You whimper and try to pump your hips to finish yourself off, but she's having none of that, pinning you against her with her free arm.
>There's a dull ache as your eager orgasm reluctantly retreats back into your balls, leaving them feeling swollen and tender.
>Your rapist chuckles and kisses at the back of your neck.
>"You didn't think it would be that simple, did you twerp?"
>Guiding you back into one of the stalls, she sets you on the seat before shutting the door behind her and shedding her shorts and top.
>You nearly gag as the scent of sweat and sex assaults your nose and mouth, but as you try to blink away the tears in your eyes you feel a hand settle on the back of your head.
>"My turn."
>The woman grunts and pulls your head into her snatch.
>Within seconds, your nose simply stops working, the overpowering odor still lingering on the back of your tongue.
>You gag but with some encouragement from the woman, in the form of hair twisting, you get the point and start to pleasure her.
>Starting with the lips, you do your best but are quickly moved a little higher.
>Your nose rests in her well trimmed bush while you tongue and tease her clit, earning a measure of affection from the wild woman at last.
>She coos and strokes her thumb against the back of your head.
>You can't see her face beyond the mammary mountain range, but she's probably gnawing on the corner of her lip at this point.
>Before long you feel her body tense up, and a few quick chirps of delight escape her throat.
>You feel disgusting, but at last your head is pulled back.
>Smiling, the woman presses her thumb against your face and brushes something aside.
>"Not bad, dweeb.  But now the real fun starts."
>Wait.
>She can't.
>But she already is.



>Fixing you with a wild look, the woman removes your shorts and lowers herself onto your still stiff dick.
>You struggle to push her off of you, but she grabs the back of your head and pulls you into her chest.
>"Quit squirming, twerp.  This will be over before you know it."
>Despite her words, there's a dreamy, cock hungry tone in her voice.
>She gives an experimental flex of her core and your escape attempt is immediately thwarted.
>Apparently it's not only her exterior that's well muscled.
>Your cock is coaxed deeper with each affectionate massaging pulse of her contracting cooter.
>She whispers quiet words of encouragement as you fill her until you feel her tight ass settle onto your thighs.
>"That's it."
>Without another word she begins riding you, grinding her clit against you when she descends and tightening her grip on your head when she goes up.
>It's difficult to breathe, but you find yourself caring less and less as each bounce seems to bury you deeper into the soft flesh of her chest.
>You chance a glance up at her eyes, noting that they're somewhat empty as she continues to ride you, but momentary eye contact with her causes your heart to seize up.
>Snorting, the woman grins and shifts your head a little, pressing her nipple up against your lip.
>"That's what you want, isn't it dweeb?  Show Gilda how much you appreciate her fucking you and suckle a bit."
>Gilda?
>Appreciate?
>No way!
>You'd never do that!
>You...
>You'd never...
>The thick flesh constantly rubbing against your lips slips into your mouth.
>You're not sure if it's because of her constant bouncing or if you had a moment of weakness.
>But it quickly leads to another as you begin to do exactly as she tells you.



>With a throaty purr, Gilda slides her fingers into your hair and massages the back of your scalp.
>"That's it, little boy.  You're a good boy after all.  Now all you have to do is give me what I want."
>What she wants?
>Your eyes drift lazily up to hers, one dark eyebrow elegantly raised with a condescending smirk on her lips.
>After several suckling seconds it dawns on you what she wants.
>Your hands find her hips and you focus on fucking her.
>Gilda crows in delight and redoubles her efforts.
>The sound of skin slapping together echos loudly within the closed confines of the stall.
>At last you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline as you cum inside the muscular woman.
>Biting her lip, Gilda's eyes roll back into her head as she grinds herself against you.
>The muscles in her pussy hungrily milk your cock, forcing your previously overloaded testicles to fire off everything inside them.
>And just like that, the moment's gone.
>You fall limp against Gilda's chest as all the strength leaves your body.
>She takes several moments to come down from her own high before grinning down at you.
>"Not bad, dweeb.  Not great, but it was a nice way to start the year."
>She untangles herself from you, cursing a little as she notes the slightly purple tinge to her nipple.
>"Fucker, you sucked too hard."
>Her palm smacks against your face, enough to leave a stinging welt but you honestly can't be bothered to care.
>Still in a daze, you stare up at the giant of a woman and she smirks at you.
>"Well, that was fun.  See you around, twerp."
>And just like that, she gathers up her things and leaves.
>You stay in the stall for several minutes more before staggering back up to the locker room.
>A shower never felt so good.



>January 5th, 2014
>You unceremoniously drop the mail on the table and go to change out of your work clothes.
>When you come back, you take a few minutes to go through the letters.
>Mostly junk mail, as usual.
>There's a bank statement and...
>Your fingers freeze as you spot the name of the gym in the upper left corner
>A quick groping of the letter confirms hard plastic inside.
>Your membership card.
>You stare at the letter for a long while.
>And then throw it in trash.
>You'll go down tomorrow and cancel your membership.
>Just like you told yourself you would yesterday.
>And the day before that.
>And the day before that.
>You’ll take care of it someday.
>For sure…