Valentine Does Yoga (NSFW)

“Just a few more seconds! Just…a few…more!” Valentine grunted, imitating the various positions the yoga instructor on the television was doing. They made it look so simple and relaxing, but for Valentine, it was anything but. She stood on one leg, with one hand reaching backwards to pull up her dangling leg, while her free hand reached out. The burning sensation flooded every crevice in her body; her muscles were screaming for a break.

 

“Aaaand, we’re done! Thank you for joining us, we’ll see you next time!” The lady on the screen said as it went to black. Valentine gasped and fell backwards, sweat dripping down her skin. She reached out for her water bottle, twisting off the cap and gulping down a few large mouthfuls before pouring the rest on herself. She let the liquid rest on her in an attempt to cool off, but she knew it wouldn’t last for long.

 

Sitting up, she undid the bun in her hair, letting it fall in tattered clumps that stuck to her face and brow. Her fingers fell to the workout shirt she adorned, trying to pull out the neck to give her rather large bosom some fresh air. She could feel her sweat pooling up in between them; little droplets cascading down from her head to her neck, then to her chest. She wanted nothing more than to rip off this wet, clingy piece of fabric, but it was the only one she had, although she had to admit she had grown quite a bit since the last time she had worn it. Especially in the chest department. She was somewhat amazed she had gotten it on in the first place, but now it squeezed her mid section in such a way it was almost squeezing her breasts outward, which made some of the workout rather awkward to do. The way they rubbed together every time she turned or bent over or backwards made her sweat more; making her hotter. She was afraid she might have to cut herself out of it one day,

 

She picked up her bottle of water again, draining the last drops of it before discarding it. She laid her hands down on her thighs, covered by a pair of yoga pants she purchased just for these workouts. Again, they were too small for her. Every time she changed into a different stance or positions, gripping her tightly like an extra layer of skin. Still, they were somewhat comfy, and offered a lot more movement than sweat pants, so she didn’t mind quite as much.

 

Still, these workouts did have their positives. They helped make her the deadliest assassin in the Canopy Kingdom, and they also helped turn heads whenever she was out and about, which was an added benefit. The doctor smiled, closing her eyes, feeling the heat radiate off her skin. She pulled on her shirt just a bit more, just to feel the air on her sticky skin. The sound of her collar ripping brought her upright. A large tear ran down her shirt, exposing most of her cleavage she looked at it, too tired to try and manage it. All she could manage was a tired sigh, feeling the water drip out from between her mounds and into her shirt, soaking it even further. At least she’d be able to take the shirt off now.