CHAPTER 3: THE GYM

Milk arrived late to the gym. She’d overslept and had to leave her apartment without eating breakfast. She ran through eight streets, broke into the shopping mall, and climbed three flights of stairs. The cow showed up gasping, her face flushed red.
”Good morning, my dear Milk. What a surprise to find you doing some pre-workout before our appointment!” said the grinning white tiger.
”Anything for the treatment, Doctor Fang,” Milk replied, barely containing her irritation.
Milk stashed all her belongings in one of the gym’s lockers and headed to the warm-up zone. Fang was already there doing leg swings.
Only then did the cow notice what her therapist was wearing. The white tiger sported a red tank top and matching red leggings. The tank obviously showcased her ample chest, while the leggings hugged the curves of her venus mound. Milk, meanwhile, wore a white shirt and black shorts specifically chosen so her intersex anatomy wouldn’t draw attention.
Milk completed her own warm-up, then joined Fang for cardio on the treadmill. They both ran for 30 minutes. Fang jogged the entire time. Milk got winded after just 10 minutes and walked the rest.
Next they moved through bench press, abs, leg press, and finally more bench press. During these exercises, they exchanged glances and shared some accidental touches. Fang kept “accidentally” placing her hand over Milk’s. During the bench presses, Fang’s eyes would drift to Milk’s crotch or chest.
Meanwhile, Milk made her own calculated moves. The cow couldn’t stop staring at Fang’s bust, groin, and visible armpit hair. In her mind, a hundred kinky scenarios played out. Milk imagined herself sucking those breasts or deeply inhaling the tiger’s armpit scent.
While Milk daydreamed, Fang studied the cow’s body. Her chest wasn’t particularly noteworthy—A-cup breasts that looked more like inverted male than female. Her crotch, however, was intriguing. Her uncircumcised penis was medium-sized though flaccid. Her balls were somewhat large and looked heavy. Her ass appeared soft, and Fang theorized that her asshole would be pink, tender, generous, and sensitive.
They finished their workout, did some cool-down stretches, then headed to the showers. While Milk cleaned herself with soap, Fang started making small talk through the blue-tiled bathroom walls.
”I’m very impressed, Milk. You’re incredibly strong,” Fang praised while soaping her chest.
”Thanks, Doctor Fang. But you’re obviously much fitter than me. I’m completely exhausted,” Milk replied while shampooing her hair.
”You’ve earned a rest, my dear Milk. You did excellent work today,” Fang exclaimed. The conversation lulled for a moment.
An awkward silence settled between them. Fang unexpectedly broke it.
”I know the gym isn’t your favorite, my dear. But this is all part of the process. May I ask you a somewhat... inappropriate question?” Fang asked as she let the warm water cascade over her entire body.
”How did you find my body? Did you like what you saw?” the white tiger asked boldly.
”I... I... Oh god, I don’t know what to say... I guess it was okay?” the cow stammered while hiding her blushing face behind both hands.
”Thanks for the compliment, my beautiful Milk. I know this can feel overwhelming, but I need to analyze how you interact visually and emotionally with potential partners and gauge your thoughts about their physical appeal,” the white tiger explained while washing her feet. “I’ll share my own thoughts about you. I genuinely believe you have a beautiful body. You should be proud of it—maybe enhance it with some weekly exercise,” Fang added with a hearty laugh.
Milk just sighed, turned off the shower, and headed to the dressing rooms. Fang bathed a few minutes longer before following.
Milk changed quickly, then waited for the white tiger to dress. Fang took her time getting clothed and applying perfume.
They met at the gym’s entrance to say goodbye. Fang reminded Milk of their next therapy session at the duplex. The tiger left with a damp towel draped over her shoulder. As Milk exited the shopping mall, she couldn’t stop wondering what that used towel smelled like.