G is for Gym Bunny

 Gym Bunny

Gwen was in a new relationship and things were good. Well, okay. Okay for the most part. Harry was well-intentioned, but as a fitness nut, he had a habit of saying casually judgmental things. Since college, Gwen had put on some pudge working her sedentary office job, a trait she was painfully aware of lately thanks to Harry.

With a delicate nudge, Gwen changed into baggy gym pants after work and found a local gym to check out. Harry offered to go with her, but after a series of sarcastic comments, she decided it was best to go it alone.

Inexperienced and out of practice, Gwen found herself getting tired after challenging herself on the treadmill. She took a break at the water fountain where she made a new friend. Something about Anabel put Gwen at ease. She was gorgeous and confident, but the way she encouraged Gwen came with no judgment.

Gwen admitted that her boyfriend was being kind of an ass, and Anabel's energy shifted. The challenge of getting back into fitness and finding her own confidence was daunting for Gwen, but her new friend was adamant that she had just the thing to help.

The next day, Anabel offered Gwen a water bottle filled with her own homemade workout drink. Gwen drank the busty witch's potion and felt the effects immediately. Her muscles were tingling and warm, as though fire pervaded every fiber of her body. Gwen shivered, finding pleasure in the sudden burst of energy.

Gwen's new supplement broke down all the walls she hit in her first workout. She felt the "burn," but she was not getting tired. The more she worked out, the more natural the act of lifting, running, pushing became. At the end of the night, looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance had not changed, but she admired her body glistening with sweat, chubby tummy and all.

Each afternoon, Gwen would go in for her workout, and each night she would return home and her boyfriend would make negging comments. The difference was, as her workout routine became more consistent, her boyfriend's words came through muddled and distant. She thought nothing of it; thanks to her daily potion, tuning out negativity and judgment became second nature.

After a month, Gwen had drawers of yoga pants and compression tops and chub was already melting away into strong, firm muscle. Her arms were defined, her thighs were thick, and for the first time in her life, she had abs. Abs!

Another important change was the notable absence of Harry in her life. He made some comment about her getting too "bulky for a female," but Gwen was oblivious to most of what he said after a month of her potion inoculating her to negativity. And that was all he was; negativity under the guise of "good intentions." Casually, Gwen let him know she was done with him, and try as he might to gaslight her into changing her mind, she ignored him like the insignificant man he was.

Harry would not be missed; the other women at the gym had taken up shamelessly (but respectfully) admiring Gwen and her progress. Anabel, her wonderfully witchy new girlfriend, said it was her natural confidence shining through. Gwen agreed, but with how handy Anabel and the other gym bunnies got with her waist in the showers, she was willing to admit the abs helped.