In life, if you wanna be noticed, you gotta be a fuckin' ripped cunt. You gotta be a shredded cunt. You gotta go to the gym and be a sick cunt. You gotta fuck bitches, you know and not give a fuck cuz that's what we do, bro. That's what the Zyzz cunts do. That's what the revolution is, bro. None of these fuckin' sad fucks. We're all gonna fuckin' make it bro, that's it.
The ever-inspiring words of the holy spirit of bodybuilding resonate in your mind. That’s why you had started hitting the gym in the first place. No more being a sad sack of shit browsing online forums falling for a schizo pretending to be a crossdressing rabbit girl. You’ve learnt your lesson and decided to improve your body both physically and mentally to rid yourself of your past sins.
We’re all gonna make it brah, you remind yourself.
Setting your bag down and getting ready to warm up, you notice that there weren’t many people in the gym today. In fact, the only person you noticed was a silver-haired woman sporting a pair of lion ears and tail. Shishiro Botan, you recall. Another regular at the gym, and quite a famous one. She was beautiful and her toned body was one of the fittest you’ve seen, and she was also incredibly beautiful. In your naivete, you wanted to hit her up when you had only just begun working out, only to be laughed off by the rest of the regulars when she rejected you. You found out the hard way that she was almost double your age, and it would be more awkward as she saw you more of a son than a romantic option. Nonetheless, you steeled yourself to continue working out and build yourself up physically and mentally.
You scan the rest of the gym and find that there was nobody else but the two of you, and for some reason Botan was going at her workout incredibly vigorously. Loud, frustrated grunts echoed around the gym as you see her go to town on the boxing bag, laying into it with viciousness that in all likelihood could kill you and another man easily. In your awestruck delirium, she turns and notices your gaped jaw and smiles, wiping off the sweat dripping from her brow.
“Oh, hey Anon, didn’t see you there.” She greets. You were at first in awe at her physical prowess, but now you noticed how the sweat glistened off of her abdominals, highlighting her toned abdomen, and the steady rhythm of her ample chest moving up and down, threatening to burst from her Adidas sports bra. Her black tights enveloped her long legs in a way that exaggerated her curves, the stretchy material hugging her meaty rump and thighs. You gulp as you try to push down whatever lecherous thoughts you were having, reminding yourself this woman had already rejected you.
“Here to work out?” She asks. You nod frantically as you felt your tongue tie itself into a knot. She gives you a cheeky grin and chuckles at your awkwardness.
“Looks like mommy’s little trooper has some discipline in him,” she teases. You feel your cheeks glow red at her verbal jab. Sure, you had only started your body building journey a few months ago, and you were far from your goal of looking like Billy Herrington, but you were proud of the progress you had made so far. It should be demeaning to you to be called “mommy’s little trooper”, yet you could only force yourself to puff your chest out in an attempt to prevent any further spaghetti spilling.
“Aww, I’m sorry about hurting your pride. C’mere, let me help you stretch and warm up.” She gestures for you to come over with a wave of her hand.
“It’s alright, Botan. I think I’m good.” You tell her, not wanting her to know you’d only be even more awkward to have her “help” you with your workout routine. Botan’s lip curl into a scowl at your defiance and growls out in a low tone;
“I said. Come. Here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You answer curtly as you walk over to her. You don’t know why, but there was a primal instinct that ordered you to obey, as if she were an apex predator, an alpha which you had no choice but to heed. She smiles as you stand in front of her. You weren’t a manlet, but she still stood half a head taller than you. Must be the lioness blood, you think to yourself.
“Good boy,” she coos as she pushes your chin up to meet her gaze. You see in those silver eyes of hers giving you a half-lidded, yet intense stare, like she was trying to maintain her composure while talking to you. You squirm slightly, discomforted by the fact that you were essentially being dominated by a girl, even if it was Botan.
“Now then, let’s start with some stretches, shall we?” She starts. She “guides” you through your warm-up stretches, running her hands down your shoulders and abdomen, even your thighs, sometimes “accidentally” grazing against your crotch. You could even feel when she pressed her chest into your back, the two soft pillowy mounds squishing themselves against you. You were pretty sure that she may be sending some sort of signal, but at this point you were too afraid to say anything. You could even swear that you saw her eyeing you down like prey and licking her lips constantly.
“Right then, now that you’ve warmed up, let’s start with some bench presses.” She taps the bench for you to lie down.
“But Botan, shouldn’t I do some cardio first?” You protest, but quickly shut your mouth seeing her glower at your rebellion, and your weak constitution crumbles as you lie yourself down on the bench. She sets the weights for you as you grip the metal bar.
“I’ll spot you, OK?” she says as she leans over you, and your pupils dilate as her chest levels itself right atop of you, like ripe, succulent forbidden fruits enticing you into sin. You just gulp once more and focus on your reps. You grunt as you complete your reps, Botan’s bountiful mounds still hanging ever so teasingly close to your face.
“Good, good. You’re doing really good, Anon.” She praises you. “But you can improve on your form further. Spread your shoulders more.” She leans even further over you, her chest this time pressing into your face as she pushes your shoulders apart. You let out a muffled gasp as you’re smothered by the microfiber wrapped orbs of desire. You weren’t sure, but you hear Botan moan out as you squirm under her.
“G-Go on, Anon. Show me your reps. I’ll-guh, help you maintain your form.” She struggles to say, but you get the gist of it. You unhook the barbell and start your repetitions, struggling to breathe as you’re continued to be smothered. You could feel her heaving chest and pounding heart on your face as she keeps herself pressed against you as you struggle to complete your set. Once you’re finally done, she lifts herself off of you and you’re left gasping for air, your face drenched in sweat. Whether it was yours or hers, it was yet to be determined.
“Right then, now that I’ve spotted you, it’s only fair that you spot me, right?” She growls, licking her lips, making sure you could see her sensual actions. You just nod meekly as she lies down on the bench, gripping the barbell without changing the weights. You take her original position and hold the bar for her. As per ethical practice, you position your hips at an angle so that your achingly throbbing crotch doesn’t hang atop of her face. However, Botan seems to have other plans.
“Get closer. You can’t spot me properly unless you’re closer.” She instructs. You knew your position was perfectly fine, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny her. You plant your feet squarely around her head, your groin hanging dangerously close atop of her face. Stealing a glance below, you catch her staring intensely at your covered privates, mouth agape and gasping erratically as if waiting for a luscious meal to enter her maw.
“Anon, you need to get lower if you’re going to spot me. Bend your knees.” She continues to order you. This time you had to decline, you had to tell her that this was getting too much.
“Botan, I-“ you start before being cut off.
“Bend. Now.” Your legs bend as you lower yourself further, docking your crotch against her face. While it didn’t have the same surface area as her own chest, but it was enough to engulf her eyes and nose, leaving only her perversely smiling mouth free. She begins her reps, easily lifting the barbell, yet she still huffs and grunts while doing so.
“Keep still, Anon. You’re doing a goooooood job.” She mewls out. Your knees at this point were shaking, but you do your best to keep still, for both of your sakes.
“Hnnnnnnngggggghhh~” she cries out as she completes her last repetition, racking the barbell back. You stumble backwards as you’re finally free from your task, and Botan just continues to lie down with a silly expression on her face, her eyes never leaving you as she gasps and groans. Her knees press against each other, squirming as she lolls her tongue out, as if to invite you back to her. Eventually she calms down enough to sit up, her amorous eyes still locked on to you desperately trying cover your erection.
“Wew, I’m beat.” She exhales. “I think I’m going to go shower now. I see you looking tired and sweaty, so why don’t we go take a shower?” She says as an invite, but she already grabbing you by the collar into the locker rooms, uncaring that she entered the male showers with you in tow.
Shoving you onto the bench, Botan crosses her arms over her torso and pulls her top off. Your jaw drops and you feel yourself salivate as she releases her precious, twin mounds of flesh from its cloth prison. Her breasts undulate softly as she shakes the hair away from her face, and in a surprising turn of events, covers her chest with her arms.
“S-Sorry, I may not be as pretty as younger girls,” She mouths timidly.
“No, Botan, you’re beautiful. Your body is one of the sexiest I’ve seen on a girl, and you’ve got such a well-toned tummy as well. I’m sure girls half your age would be jealous of you.” You tell her, eager to assuage any sort of insecurities she may have. She relaxes slightly upon hearing your words, no longer covering her chest. Your eyes are drawn once more to the rising and dropping motions of her chest, sweat trickling down in the valley of her cleavage, only to run into the almost block-like linear grooves of her abdominal muscles. Her breasts were full and heavy, sagging ever so slightly, but it only accentuated how large they were, and her pink nipples stood almost invisible against her large areolas.
“A-Are you sure you want a woman like me? I’m basically at the age where I could be your mother. Or are you the kind that likes older women?” She goes, trying to cover her embarrassment with a joke, but upon hearing her last words, you feel your member throb and twitch almost uncontrollably. Botan notices this and squints at you mischievously.
“Oh, I see. You’re mommy’s little boy, eh?” She teases you further. At this point you could barely hold yourself back as you start to disrobe yourself, but Botan pushes you back on the bench with her foot.
“No, no, no, Anon. You have to wait for mommy to take off her clothes first. Only when I tell you to, then will you act. And you will listen. To. My. Every. Word.” She commands. You could only nod in obedience as you heed her instructions.
“Good boy.” She says as she slowly rolls down her tights, exposing her bare bottom to you. It took you a moment, but you realized she was never wearing any panties under those thighs. Was she planning to go commando all this time? You couldn’t help yourself as you open your mouth to speak.
“Botan, why aren’t you wearing any-“
“Tsk tsk tsk,” She tuts at you in disapproval. “I didn’t ask you to speak, so be a good boy and listen to mommy, alright? You’ll get your reward soon enough.” She continues as she fully disrobes, allowing you to see her bare-naked body. It was a miracle that you were even blessed to see such a wondrous thing. How the curves on her body created an almost perfect hourglass figure. How the meat in her rump and thighs gave it volume and weight so that it hangs off of her, yet the muscular rigidity kept them in place. How each droplet of sweat glistened and invaded your senses both visually and through your olfactory senses. You already wanted to, but your brain was begging you to mate and breed her at this point. But you had to listen to her instructions. You are a good boy. You are her good boy.
Botan chuckles at your attempts at discipline and turns around, walking into the shower stalls. Your eyes are glued to her hips as they sway left and right with her movements, her tail being a pendulum that hypnotizes all that watch her. She turns on the shower and is almost instantly lost in the steam of the hot water, and you whimper in protest of losing sight of such a treasure. You almost wanted to give up until you see a single hand stick out of the mist, pointing right at you. It curls and gestures for you to come to her, and join her in the misty mirage.
Faster than you had ever done, you essentially rip your clothes off of your body and in less than a dozen bounds reach her through the curtain of steam. She wraps her arms around you and pulls into a wet and steamy embrace. Your own arms snake themselves around her, feeling up her muscular build, pushing your head into her chest as your tongue lolls around, savouring everything that was Shishiro Botan.
“Mmmmm, is my little boy so excited already?” Botan teases you once more in her animalistic growl. Shivers run down your spine and your cock throbs, hitting against her thighs. She responds by pressing her thighs against your raging erection, further pushing you into arousal.
“Don’t rush it. Mommy’s also very excited for this. I’ve been needing this for a while now.” She says while grabbing your face and pushes her lips against yours. In your shock, you couldn’t resist against her shock assault as her tongue pushed past your lips into your mouth. You feel her raspy tongue lap up everything within your mouth, from your teeth, gums, cheeks, tongue and even the roof of your mouth were not free from her ravishing your oral cavity. You tried to give token resistance but her tongue overpowers you so easily that you were almost ashamed to be called a man. But she was no ordinary woman. She was a lioness, an apex predator. What she wanted; she took. And right now, she wanted you.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans out as she pulls herself free from your face. “This is exactly what I needed.” She cries out as she kisses and slobbers all over your face. “I’m in heat right now, Anon. Which means I want you. I need you. Do you know why nobody else came to the gym today? Because they know how horny I can be when I’m in heat. And you’re about to find out,” She whispers into your ear as she starts to nibble and slur into it. The sheer sensation could send you over the edge, but you hold on a little longer.
“Good, Anon. You’re such a good little trooper.” She coos. You couldn’t say you hated being babied, but god damn did her mannerisms make you hornier than anything. She releases you from her embrace and leans towards to wall, sticking her rear to you.
“Good boys deserve a reward, right? Come and claim it riiiiiiight heeeeere~” she entices you as she wiggles her large ass at you. You didn’t need any further encouragement, grabbing your cock to line against her slit and the other hand grabbing her hips.
“NnngggaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH~” The two of you cry out as you pierce into her most precious place. You thought the heat of the shower was blistering, but her insides were an inferno. The slimy walls contracted and relaxed endlessly as your cock throbbed and leaked precum all over. Your knees shake as you try to acclimatize to this new sensation, Botan herself quivering from the impact of you hilting yourself within her. The fuzzy lion tail swishes about madly before wrapping itself around your waist, wordlessly telling you to keep going. You pull back your hips, your cock sliding out halfway as she cries out once more in primal desire, before you shove it back inside her warm, inviting oven and feel yourself almost white out.
“YEEEESSSSsssss!!!” She cries out as you bottomed out once more within her. You gasp for air as your heartrate skyrockets, and your brain spams signals within you to start fucking her. Bucking your hips, you push yourself into a rhythm of pure, animalistic, primal, base need to breed. Every slam of your hips into hers sends shivers down your spine, your head spinning in lustful delirium. Your hands grab onto anything you can. Her shapely ass, Her taut tummy, her heavy yet soft boobs. You wanted her all, her everything.
“Botan! I’m gonna-“ you cry out as you feel the wave of ecstasy start to overwhelm you. Suddenly Botan stops slamming her hips against you, shouting to you;
“No! Not yet! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” She lifts one leg and pivots her body so that you end up facing her. Her face was disheveled, wet hair plastered all over, yet her eyes burned with a single amorous desire, to breed.
With all the willpower you could muster, you hold off from blowing your load. It took you an extraneous amount of energy, and you were sure you were on the precipice of popping an artery, but you manage to hold it together, clutching on to Botan as she strokes your head and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
“Good boy. Such a good boy. Now then, Anon, you’re going to carry me. You’re a strong boy, aren’t you?” She tells you, an almost crazed expression dancing in her eyes. You gulp and nod, your brain too shorted to think properly.
Botan puts one leg up and you hook your arm underneath. With a quick hop, she repeats the same motion with her other leg and you find yourself carrying this woman by her legs while her arms wrap around your neck. All this happens while your cock was still embedded in her scalding hot pussy, and you were eager to start pounding into her. She leans over to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, before whispering once more in your ear,
“Now Anon. Listen to mommy. Fuck. Me.”
Like a flint striking a spark against tinder, you lift her body and drop it against your cock, letting her full weight fall against you. Botan screams, her fingernails digging into your flesh. You continue the reverse piston motion, letting gravity do half of the work for you. You feel your whole body quake with every impact, yet you were controlled by the desires of your cock head, desperately needing to release its contents.
“Yes, yes, yes! So close! So god damn close!” Botan growls, her hands leaving scathing marks all over your back, one that will surely hurt tomorrow morning. Between the constant stimulation of her body and the cascading shower, your body was quickly going into sensory overload, with only the desire to bust your nut in her being the last vestige of thought. Pushing her against the wall, you buck your hips wildly, letting your words slur out;
“B-Botan! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Botan!”
“Just- a little- more! Please!”
“I can’t! Botan! Botan! Botan! MOMMY!” You cry out as your dam against the ecstasy finally breaks, and you let loose what you could only call a torrent of white hot semen within her inviting pussy. You feel yourself spurting multiple times, each one releasing thick ropes of virile seed, ready to impregnate the lioness.
Botan herself was screaming as her orgasm hit, and she tried to silence herself by sinking her teeth into your shoulder. It should have hurt, but you suppose all the adrenaline from cumming was delaying the pain, your brain filled with the endorphin rush of finally being able to ejaculate.
You hold your position as long as you could, letting Botan down as your cock slips out of her vagina. Your vision starts to haze, and you could feel yourself falling backwards. You would’ve hit the ground had it not been for Botan grabbing on to you, pulling you into another hug. She turns off the shower and the two of you stay in the embrace, your body gone past its limit. Botan herself was breathing heavily, but she still gently stroked your back and head, easing you with slow, calm words accompanied with plenty of kisses.
“You did incredibly well, Anon. Mommy’s proud of you.” She tells you softly, still kissing you affectionately. You just smirk to yourself, her praise at your performance boosting your confidence.
“Now let’s clean up and get back to my place. We’ve got plenty of fucking to do.” She purrs. Your eyelids shoot open in shock.
“What?”
“Oh, you didn’t know? A lioness in heat can last up to a week, with multiple mating sessions a day. I’m going to bring you back to my place and we’re going to fuck on every surface possible.” She says as you realize her embrace wasn’t one of affection, but domination. You desperately repeat the one mantra you could remember in your head silently.
We’re all gonna make it, brah.