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You arrive to meet Bea at dawn, in the gym. You're always on time to the appointments - 6am or earlier but you have never made it there before her. Far from it in fact, she often seems thoroughly worked over by the time you arrive to start her planned regimen. You often find yourself wondering whether she sleeps there, or if she even sleeps at all.

Today, at first, seems different. You step from the icy outside into large, cold gym, an open space full of wood, iron and leather. Rustic but functional. Bea is nowhere to be seen, and your immediate thought is of what disaster could have interrupted her obsessively disciplined schedule. But a squeak takes your attention, and the knot in your gut loosens. A punching bag, swinging softly on rusty chains. It has been torn with foam bursting out of its front like gore. Beneath, a damp mark of sweat. She's here, somewhere. Just as you put the pieces together the supply room doors burst open, and Bea emerges like a predator, compact but muscular. Her bare feet might have been boots for the sound they make on the hardwood floor. A fresh punching bag is slung over her shoulder and she carries the hefty weight as one would carry an oversized party balloon. Her face is hidden for the moment, but her body catches your eye and gains your awe as it does for every one of these sessions you've found yourself lucky enough to oversee. Apparently her baggier apparel has been cast aside in favour of the black leotard shrink-wrapped around her chiselled frame. The wet material clings to the tightly bunched obliques, and over the clear silhouette of her side on frame. Nothing is left to the imagination including the squared plates of muscle protruding from her flat stomach...

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www.patreon.com/sandspire - Exclusive stories, sketch requests, art polls and WIPs (and extreme gratitude <3)
www.discord.gg/DcHwwRywrz - FitGirlFanatics server with community, artwork, photo, video sharing and more!
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You arrive to meet Bea at dawn, in the gym. You're always on time to the appointments - 6am or earlier but you have never made it there before her. Far from it in fact, she often seems thoroughly worked over by the time you arrive to start her planned regimen. You often find yourself wondering whether she sleeps there, or if she even sleeps at all.

Today, at first, seems different. You step from the icy outside into large, cold gym, an open space full of wood, iron and leather. Rustic but functional. Bea is nowhere to be seen, and your immediate thought is of what disaster could have interrupted her obsessively disciplined schedule. But a squeak takes your attention, and the knot in your gut loosens. A punching bag, swinging softly on rusty chains. It has been torn with foam bursting out of its front like gore. Beneath, a damp mark of sweat. She's here, somewhere. Just as you put the pieces together the supply room doors burst open, and Bea emerges like a predator, compact but muscular. Her bare feet might have been boots for the sound they make on the hardwood floor. A fresh punching bag is slung over her shoulder and she carries the hefty weight as one would carry an oversized party balloon. Her face is hidden for the moment, but her body catches your eye and gains your awe as it does for every one of these sessions you've found yourself lucky enough to oversee. Apparently her baggier apparel has been cast aside in favour of the black leotard shrink-wrapped around her chiselled frame. The wet material clings to the tightly bunched obliques, and over the clear silhouette of her side on frame. Nothing is left to the imagination including the squared plates of muscle protruding from her flat stomach...

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