Gaining Access - Gym


Written by Septia.


Miranda knocked on the door. -Dkn-dkn-dkn-. “Right; Sam, sure you're up for it? This's gunna be quite the dangerous mission to undertake, though I suppose you're used to being somewhat undercover~.” The tubby gal mused as she patted her pocket, where the spherical outline lay resting. 
	The door remained unanswered. The tubby gal scratched her pale chin. “How did that opening song go now 'gain?” She mumble, then knocked in a tune. -Dfn-dnk- -Dnk- -Ddnk- -Dudun-k-.
	The door caved inwards beneath Miranda's fist as a blur of skin and scarlet manifested behind the door frame. 
	“Who woul-. Oh.” The girl's enthusiasm drained from her face like muddled water from a rag as her face scrunched up, which made her lips ecllipse a pink ball behind her teeth.  “You…” 
	“Hey yourself Ally,” Miranda reciprocated with a smile. 
	Ally stepped out of the way of the door, adjusting her bra. “Come on in, don't wanna give any pervs out there any material while I'm still nude…” Ally said as she picked up a hairband and whipped her ginger locks into a ponytail. 
	Miranda snickered. “Really now? But at the door you looked downright ready to put on a show.” 
	“Listen missy,” Ally began, “you-… I'm still sour, you think I've already forgotten you guys went to Congo without me? The whole voice cast of Mystery Cure Utopia was there.” Ally said, throwing her hands up in the air. 
	“Sweetums, weren't you sick that weekend?” 
	“Aaannnnd?” Ally retorted. 
	“I know Obioma came over first thing after the weekend, she must've told ya all about it.” 
	“Thank the skies she did, or I'd just be a shrivelled up husk.”
	Miranda looked over Ally, “How come you're still naked? We were supposed to be at the gym by now.” Ally snap-turned around -Ctwwwlp- for a clap of blubber to sound out through the apartment, Ally's portly muff colliding with her wide thighs in a clash of generous blubber. She quickly smacked her arms over her sides to keep the tub still. There was a moment of silence. “I can't find a good shirt.” 
	“Don't ya have tons?” 
	“I can't go to gym clad in anime advertisement.” 
	“But we went shopping for white shirts.” 
	“They're too small.” 
	“But they fit you last wee-.” 
	“I knooooow...” Ally grumbled and scratched through her hair, undoing the ponytail and chewing frantically on her gum. 
	Miranda pondered, and sat down at the table, beckoning Ally to join. “How about using your Molly Gum?” 
	Ally stopped chewing, then pulled out the wad from between her teeth, rubbing the polymorphous material between her fingertips, as then she stretched it between her palms into a meter wide sheet. “Yeah I could, but it is so handy.” She let it snap together, into a sheet as wide as her palm. She used the sheet to brush over her forehead to wipe off sweat. “It would be a waste.”
	Miranda sighed. “Suppose so, they're handy for wiping up all kinds a’ grime,” she paused to smile, “last time me and Bri were having Sam-os we ended up making such a mes-.” 
	“Sam-os?” Ally asked with an inquisitive gaze. 
	She froze. Thoughts revving. “Squishos, you know those soft nachos?” 
	“Oh, thought you said... eh, never mind, I gotta find something to wear.” 
	“Sure you don't got something? Gunna be one that’s inconspicuous or that you can turn inside out?” 
	The gears in Ally's head turned. “Oooh…” she slapped the molly gum on the counter, forming back into a smooth sphere. “Think I got something, hang on.” 
	When the coast was clear Miranda shuffled up to the counter. “Alright, here's your chance.” She fished up the ball for the item in her pocket, holding between her fingers a ball of fleshy pink, with just vague hints of pencil-thin outlines. She smushed them together and rolled them up in her palm. “Gotta do better than that, Sam. Maybe you can crack the case of thy this gym rat keeps plumping up, no matter how much she slaves away at her workouts. You’ll get to the bottom a’ this, won’t you? She swapped the gum with the moulded Sam and made a hush with her finger to her lips. “Remember, undercover. You lucky thing~.” She mused and winked, before shuffling back to the table. 
	“Alright,” Ally's voice came before her, holding up a mostly white shirt. “Can't really see the print when it's inside out. Sorry to hold you up.” Ally said as she swiped up the Sam gum without looking at it and popped it in her mouth. “Really don't wanna be a sourpuss-…” -Chrllpgsh- she halted herself at the first bite, feeling her teeth sink into the pliant gum. 
	Miranda swallowed. “You're not a sourpuss no worries, wha-” she said and stood up, “What's up?” 
	Ally chewed a few more times, rolling the ball from one pool-ball bloated cheek to the other. “Huh…?” she mumbled. 
	Miranda swallowed her shivers. 
	“Hmm…” Ally mumbled, “thought this gum had lost most of its flavour. “So, we going?” 
	“Sure thing,” Miranda said in a sigh of relief, “Though I'll be off early, me 'n Bri gonna go on a date.” 
	“Phew,” Ally scoffed with a cocky smirk, “Some gym mate you turned out to be.” 


Sam had not agreed to this. -Ghhrlglb- -Chvhrlghghs- -Chhvflrpgsh- Stuck in a loop of mastication from Ally's molars milling into his form, thoroughly soaking him in a film of mouth unguents slathering and working into his malleable form, the enclosed maw and murky tooth residue trapped him in at atmosphere of a smoking house where soap laid mixed in with the wood shavings. -Chrhhrrltj- Each time her teeth retracted he was soaked in tendrils of slobber piling on his form across the maw-coffin, only to have the moisture wrung out of him as the teeth clamped down and moulded him against the outlines of her cratered molars. Amidst the mangling and drenching in the oral fluids of someone with less than optimal dental hygiene, Sam barely got a moment to think, but when he could, it always went back to how he even found himself in this situation. He'd heard from Sabra that Miranda had some trouble, and had pleaded about a friend she was concerned about… what was he supposed to do? Despite everything Miranda had done they were… friends, and he bet Miranda still thought that he liked this stuff. Which, well… grinding up skin to skin against a pretty girl… plastered against her supple jugs or brushing against her thigh… wasn't… entirely unlikable. Though he didn't exactly have a great track record, and it wouldn't take much time in the gym before those prospects were… compromised.


~ 1 ~


-Haaarllrkg- -Thieu- Ally spat out her 'gum' into her palm, rolling it in her hands and plying it out the malleable material between her thumbs, massaging it with her fingers into a wide band she strapped over her forehead. 
	“Alright girl,” Miranda said patting Ally's shoulder, “Gonna warm up with some stretching.” 
	“Sure, I'll stick to cardio for my warm-up, catch you in a bit.” 
	Sam shuddered, drawn out like a sweatband propping up Ally's ginger bangs. Though it felt somewhat cozy and stable, her forehead was cool and relatively clean. He saw her head up to a treadmill and punch in some settings. Sam supposed he might as well keep an eye on her. The reason he had agreed to this was to help find out why Ally just kept gaining weight. Maybe she was skimping out on exercises? Though the values plugged into the machine seemed reasonable. 
	Ally took a deep breath, adjusting her sweatband. “Phew… Okay, the magic within me, I'll handle anything~,” she said and started running. 
	That sounded like a line from that cartoon Sabra likes. Sam bobbed along with Ally's head as she ramped up running, keeping her breathing in check and her pace steady. Something about the fact that Ally really had no idea who he was, or that anything was different than her status quo… also improved it? She wasn't misled into using him – like Miranda – or purposefully tormenting him like Eltin or Bri. So, maybe he could relax a bit and just enjoy the ride. 
	As the timer crept into the second minute, Sam felt the warmth budding under Ally's forehead. A pungent warmth spread and broiled into liquid, forming bulbs of budding fluid. As the minutes ramped on, the sweat oozed from her pores and slathered right into his being, his malleable body soaking up the fresh saltine droplets into his skin. The fresh sweat still carried a somewhat crisp nature to it, but the more that exuded, the more grime from her depths was unearthed with it; dust particles, dread skin, and crusted globs of old sweat, all ferried to the surface and slathered onto Sam. The brine built up to a salty breeze from a harbour neighbouring a recycling plant. 
	-Chhrrllrpththsh- Ally drew the Sam-band down towards her eyes, scrubbing up and down to catch stray droplets of her perspiration. Sam wiped against remnants of foundation and mascara, which brought a mixed, spiky chemical cocktail into the salty submerging of sweat. 
	“Phew, ok, getting into it,” Ally huffed out, tempering her breathing as she leapt along the rolling band. -Cllpth- -Cptht- Sam could hear the light thud of the girl's mighty abdominal overhang clapping a tempo for Ally's sprint. He could only imagine what it'd be like to work out next to her, seeing the voluptuous woman jog with all those sultry curves bobbing along with her. It was a pleasant image to hang onto while he was assaulted by a budding brew of femininity-cultivated swamp water… 
	“Hey, you catch the peaking prices of those nu-fu bars?” A woman near the machines ahead mentioned as they walked up with a friend. 
	“Gaia yeah, what's the deal with that? I swear they are just trying to make me starve.” 
	“With a booty like yours I'd say you got at least a good month before that happens.” 
	“Ooh shut it~.” 
	Sam honed in on this. The conversation barely registered for Sam, though shortly after, he felt Ally's pace staggered. He focused, looking ahead to the girls setting up their machines. Ally kept running but settled into a pant between breaths. Sam noticed the girls ahead getting on the treadmills and jogging, hefting those portly hams with snaps of their hips. The temperature behind him sizzled, and Ally's forehead set to broiling with a burnished stench mixing into the dripping perspiration. She had been running for nearly twenty minutes, so maybe… -Cthc- Ally stumbled, her pace disturbed. She slammed on the breaks and toppled off the treadmill, catching her own breath and jogging on the spot as she ripped the band off her head. “Whooa ok, warmed up, check check…” she mumbled and swept Sam across her face, fiddling with him as she marched away from the station to find another machine. 
	Least he wasn't soaking in all that sweat. 


Sam stared up at the mountains of Ally's buttocks. Her ass matched the outline of her hips but wasn't as big as Obi's. Though that was little comfort when he was heading right up to them, stretched out as a wide patch of stretchy cloth reaching up to her crack… -Crlrlpssh- As a smear of a swamp mulched into his being, Ally stretched and -Schfllrpth- -Cfllrpth- pried him into shape like a Rorschach between her cheeks, -Cllsptah- smushing her cheeks together as he glued into the sod. 
	Ally just drew up her panties after him and stepped out from around the corner, satisfied with knowing she wouldn't thoroughly soak her undies when she loaded up on the rowing machine. -Dltptsh- Rear slammed into the stiff padded pillow and feet slotted into place as she began, heaving her whole body back and forth. -Cllth- -Vrrgsh- Cheeks grinding into the pillow below, Sam smothered into the layers of fabric behind him, strapping him into Ally's crevice, his whole being mashed into her skin, -Chhrrqlsuh- slathering him into every pocket of fresh and murky ass grease cultivated across her hind. The constant motions smashed and kneaded him between her flexing cheeks. -Clslpth- -Krslathth- The gunk smelted under the heat of the blubber locomotion and marinated him in the oily onslaught of petrichor balm, a flavour of moulding beef pate someone tried to save by dousing it in lemon juice, assaulting his senses. Sandwiched from the sticky grime that had collected in the back of Ally's panties, Sam was turning into a lasagna, boiled in Ally's sweat, smothered under her meat, and doused in her grimy residue. The almost clean forehead sweat warped beyond recognition, watching from the pores of the rump, which Sam got intimately acquainted with on each rep as his body moulded into the shape to feel every divot on the orange peel skin pores. Sam could barely stand it. He even wished his experience with each new ass brought its own distinctly foul scent and aroma. Though at least he couldn't be silenced, not again. Miranda be damned, first chance he could take, he'd make himself known. If Ally was sympathetic, maybe she'd even talk some sense into Miranda… Whenever he had free moments, he hoped it was true she skimped out on her work out, just to get away from here a little sooner. But rep after rep sent his pipe dream as far as away as it could be. At least it wasn't getting much worse than this… 
	The crunch machine… Sam was back to getting a good view of the gym, smattered onto Ally's belly as she bent down with the strap around her. -Csllptathah- Her moist cloth-clad boobage smushed into his frame as she bent down, grinding him onto her stomach before heaving back up, something clinging to the cupped sculpt of her chest and other times stuck back to the gut. -Clslptht- -Clspttrtch- The sweat soaked through the fabric, dripping and smearing into his frame as she worked, the stinging saline permeating her shirt to soak back through him. The matte patch on her shirt also formed around the contours of the print on the other side, further exposing Ally, though she hadn't seemed to notice. Worse was that in between stages, Ally pried Sam off of her gut, sweeping across her gut and sweeping up the bundles of dust and liquid exertion before she swung him right to her armpits… -Chhrrprthth- The contact with the humid jungle came with a compression of congealed body odour. Gunk coagulated to lard hanging and gumming the hairs together, which his form was bulldozed through as she brushed him from top to bottom -Chrlrlpsthfht- The sheer harvest of grime daubed off against his malleable skin and piled to dunes of steaming clay. The odour of sardines drowned in tar en-masse over his body as he soaked in the briny stew of sweat straight from Ally's pits. “Pho, gotta, feel it,” Ally mumbled to herself.” 
	“Oh hey,” the woman next to her pointed to the Sam-patch Ally wiped her arms with, “isn't that one of those squishy folk?” 
	Sam quivered. Forgot they were in public… this was his chance. 
	“Euw, no, wh-” It struck him just how curt and dismissive Ally sounded as she drew him off her stained pit and nudged him together. “This is just a Molly gum.” 
	“Oh, it just kinda looked like-” 
	“I mean I don't mind whatever floats people's boats. But I just, personally, don't feel ok with having some lil pervert hanging around my body twenty-four seven. They'd have to pay me to use ‘em, a lot…” 
	“Yeah but-” 
	“And only if they weren't a lil pervert,” Allys tone turned aggressive. “Cus I swear there are better ways to get close a hot girl's bod than forcing yourself… upon…” She mumbled, her face cents away from the girl's nose. Ally swallowed. “Hookay,” she slapped her hands together, smashing Sam in the same gesture. “Those were my sets. I'm out.” she dislodged from the crunch machine and marched off, jamming Sam back into the fish reek redolent moss of her armpits to grind out the moisture. 
	Sam felt Ally's heart pounding and new droves of sweat barging through the clumped up greasy strands, enveloping his senses in the redolent shrimp-fried odour. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to reveal himself to Ally after all… 
	The training continued, sometimes with Miranda nearby, sometimes on their own. Sam transitioned from armpit to sweeping her crack like a reverse chimney sweep, gathering a melange of malodorous miasma from the gathered gummed-up gunk and grease collecting and gumming into his frame. And while whenever too many people gathered in her surroundings, she’d reach that elevated heart rate and skip off to a new exercise, she wasn't putting in any less work, Ally was sweating like a dockworker in high Slater summer, and Sam had to face the brunt of this with every motion of her body. 
	Ally peeled him off of her love left love handle and panted as she finished up another rep set. “Pho… getting way too steamy… bet I stink like a hog without this,” she mumbled and fiddled with Sam under her clothes, bunching him up under underneath her bra and kneading him out against the underside of her breasts, -Cslptht- -Cllwrlprlpghs- squishing him into place and nudging in the last of him underneath the clutches of her bra. As she stood up -Cbbwngns- the weight of her under boob bounded into him, smearing and grinding him to and fro with the reek of her sweat pooling down from her face and neck, to cheekbones, down the cleavage, and drooling into him in a deluge of spicy sodium. 
	-Bgngnag- The heft and bounce of her chest kept -Clslpth- packing and piling down on him, mushing and stirring him into the liquid exertion, the mosh pit of prawn and spoiled bait compressing into a tacky jerk miasma flooding his senses.  Again and again, he asked himself how he ended up here as Ally flexed and slaved away at the grindstone. At first, too afraid to make his presence known, but soon too exhausted. 


~ 2 ~


“Phaa, I'm sooo beat…” Ally grumbled as she stumbled through her door, drawing at the end of Sam to hear a crinkle of old glue -Cchhrrrltltskghs- crackle as he peeled off from her under-boob and snapped into her palm, squeezed and massaged like a stress toy with a -Clslpth- crinkle of her body grease. “Mmf…” Ally panted, venting as she locked the door and stormed inside, stripping off her clothes as she walked to her computer. 
	Sam understood he'd need some time to recharge after being put in such a strenuous situation, it took energy for introverts to be out in company, and he didn't mind the rest either… 
	“Why does every girl at the gym have to be so stupidly hot…” Ally wheezed under her breath like a gremlin, and stuffed her fist containing the smushed clump of Sam down against art the sea of her gut and straight -Chhvrlrpsths- into her panties… 


Darkness isolated Sam in an atmosphere of pure funk, the concentrated crotch grease stuffing his olfactory senses as Ally guided him into place. -Crrpprltch- She stretched him out to wrap him around her dick, plastering his skin against the mast of meat throbbing into action. 
	“Why does every girl working out gotta be so damn hot…”
	Confined to the damp darkness, Sam's body was molested and malformed against Ally's member, throbbing back into him to imprint every speck of congealed grime and funk that the neglected pecker had been exposed to. Sam's frame stretched into a sweaty dishrag ensnaring the towering erection, growing as Ally choked the life out of it to satisfy a primal demand for lust and satisfaction. “Bumbling about with their fat asses in my face like snobby jerks,” she grunts out as she slams back into bed and loads up a computer tray to store her laptop on, feverishly hammering the keys to wake it up… She strangles her cock and Sam together, kneading the tensile man into the dirty reserves of her dick, glistening with a sheen of sweat and must of ground pepper, or tree sap from a dead marsh of willows. With just the fabric of her underwear separating Sam from the fresh air he got a harsh lesson in context as the crisp breeze form outside amplified the vitriol of being cooped up with Ally's cock to the stench of an abandoned chicken coup, frying the air with a musk of ground beef and crude oil. -Ghhrbrbgllgps- Ally's gut growled out with a reverberation that bobbed it back over the palm handling her crotch, taking a sharp inhale through her gnawed lip, shaking from her feet up to her neck as a growl revs up through her. 
	“Ghnnngraaaa…” She grunted and threw the computer dock away from her, swinging her legs over the bed counter and with it discarding the last piece of cloth cladding her nude form, the undies hitting the corner and dropping underneath her nightstands. “Uurgh I can't do this,” Ally growls as she stands, giving a few more tugs to the Sam-wrapping around her shaft before flicking her hand and making her way out.



Locks of Ally's scarlet hair licked back over her face like tongues of fire, the sexually frustrated woman stomping through her apartment; stark naked and sporting a raging hard-on that bobs like a fishing pole as she tears open the cabinets of her kitchen. 
	Once Sam was unleashed the tack of the sweaty funk gummed him stuck to her mast, a cock with moulded indents of her fingers left warping his exteriors to give off the guise of a pottery experiment. 
	Ally ripped cartons, bowls, and boxes from the cabinets, slamming a boiler on with pinpoint accuracy and snatching up her phone for a speed-dial. 
	“Hey, this is apartment 216 on Dulosis street, I wanna put in an order for-.” 
	“The same usual combo?” comes a response from the other end. 
	“Double combo, and two large pear surprise shakes with that, and there better be dip this time,” Ally spoke into the phone and shut down the call. Right after her heart flutters through her chest. She slammed her palms onto the counter and bellowed like a bison in heat. With hair draping over her face she snatched up her meatstick and hefted a few steady pumps, -Svhwrlplth- -Vrslphhct- kneading the grease in through Sam's malleable texture while she humps into the jerks with her love handles bobbing and -Clrlpt- -Ffrlcpth- clapping onto her spread thighs… “Mmg fmmgs, phaaaaa, slag,” she curses and shakes her head, blowing off the tufts of her scarlet hair draping over her face as she rummages through the cupboards and slams down an XL-noodle bowl marked 'Spicy momma hot cheese deluxe,' ripping the tab clean off, pausing. Staring into the promised deluxe bowl; a dwarf's handful of shredded cheese was sprinkled atop the orange spiced dry noodles. 
	“Stupid, damn false advertising, who think th-,” Ally gumbled under her breathe with her fingers tithing as she crumpled up the label, “thinking that's even close to enough,” she huffs and storms off to the fridge, casting open the door and honing in on a plump wheel of mnovelette button cheese. Without hesitation her fist latches onto the dairy, -Chhrjrng- fingers sinking into the supple cheese tissue rending apart the lion-share of her grease laden prey as a true kitchen-table jaguar. She grasped the chunk in her palms, and pressed them together, sandwiching the cheese between her hands. -Chrlrlpsgh- Fatty oils exuding from the compressed dairy slathering onto her hands as she moulded and malformed the chunk, crumbles of the cheese separating in her  rough-housing, but melting and gumming stuck under the sheer amount of sweat and radiant yeehaw the woman radiated. Squeals of the fatty texture crying over her fingers as she macerates it in her grip before she holds it satisfied. She smacks -Cllrpthths- the clump of dairy into the noodle bowl, an iceberg of cheese swathing over and devouring the majority of the bowl under its sheer greasy girth. 
	“Ooh yeah, now that's a hero's share,” she mused as she tore the boiler off the heat and doused the bowl in a shower of boiled water. -Chhrlrpghth- -KrllpGchhht- The hot shower drizzling onto the mountain, carving winding pathways through the cheese, melting tessellated patterns where fat oils flowed over the melted streams. The juices joining together in rivers of distilled grease and bathed the noodles below in a steaming cheese dairy soup. 
	“Yeheees,” Ally mused while the water settled, and the mountain above it sagged and compiled together into a creased, polished commune of yellow tar over her the spicy dish. Ally gave off a scoffing chuckle to herself as she stared into her monstrous concoction, raising a fork she stabbed into the dish and rolled up a bite consisting more of molten cheese than ramen. She didnt even get it to her mouth before her head pounced onto the fork like a snapping turtle and cramming the overflown forkful into her maw. -Chrlrlpfhtht- -Clslpthth- A spatter of grease and curry water soup speckled her cheeks and lips, cheeks growing rosy. “MFMnfnfwa,” she moaned out and inhaled the ramen. -Chhrflfpshthtpsht- The strands of cooked wheat fluttered and spiralled as they sank down her lips, flicking and sprinkling a bolas of lard nectar across her face, neck, and even her shoulders were in the splash zone for the greedy suckle. 
	“Mfman pofha ohh yeeeashs.” she wheezed out with her lips taking on stripes of yellow and a range from the spice mix. Which momentarily later were whisked around by the soup in her cheeks and bloomed her whole face in fluster. “Haw wt haw tn h-haft,” she wheezed out, reaching down to her shaft and prying at Sam. Though even as she -Chrlrlpth- peeled him off her dick with a crinkle of old glue, she dove into the bowl for another scoop of the cheese-drowned noodles to shovel in her face. -Chrlrpth- The tethers of gellated musk clung to Sam as he was hoisted up, Ally grasping and stretching him out with a -Chhggnggt- grind of rubber, sweeping the Sam-kin over her face from cheek to cheek, and in the process bulldozing him over every speck of hot bullion, curry and chilly-oils clambering to her and infusing the grime already coating the meal label man, seeping the searing spice into this pores, together with the scalding soup he was being burned from all angles… 
	-Bbrgrglggbs- A burble of vapours brewed in Ally's guts, surging up through her neck, puffing out her cheeks as she plastered the Sam swatch over her face before… -Ahhhuurraaaahllpp- the torrent of gut gutter breath unloaded a salvo over Sam: clumps of partially molten noodles, bundling specks of spice, saliva mixed with curry and chilli seeds, all the spices and herbs stirred up and singed his skin with the intrusive belch, wafting the noxious air around him, coating him in condensing dew drops of gullet breath and viscous drool. 
	Ally withdrew, panting, chuckling a bit to herself as she rolled the flavors around in her maw. The grasp on Sam tightened. -Chhrlsptah- She crumple and squeezed him, the collected nectar of lard and curry rushing out in -Cslptchth- squirts along his sides like a bathroom sponge, foaming the grease in compressed crevices of malleable meat mixing up the rank brine of her sweat into the cocktail of a ramen concoction. 
	“Mfms oOo mmf, we’re getting somewhere…” she mumbled out, flecking Sam out to a whole rag again and -BhhururaarhHouuarrrhhlp- unloading another burble of gullet gas.