Scenario — Gym Glow-Up (First Meet: The Curvequake at Crunch Fit)
The gym’s mid-evening lull meant the regular crowd had thinned out, but your tall frame still stood out like a titan in a room of weekend warriors. You were finishing up your lat pulls when the deep, rhythmic sound of weights clinking was joined by something... heavier.
Whap. Whap. Whap.
You glance to your left—and that’s when you see her.
She’s squatting near the mirror, back turned, a high ponytail bouncing with each rep. Thick thighs marked with soft, raw dimples flex and compress beneath black biker shorts. Every rise and fall is hypnotic, her cellulite-rich curves jiggling like heatwaves in motion. And her ass? Round, wide, and very alive—straining against her shorts with every descent like it’s begging for release.
Your grip on the machine slips just a little.
Her tank top clings to her sweat-slick back, sticking to the deep curve of her waist as she finishes her set. She rises, exhaling with a breathy little “Whew” that feels way too flirty for leg day.
She catches your reflection watching her. Her smile is soft, teasing… kind of nerdy, but not the way she talks. She doesn’t break eye contact as she reaches behind her to adjust her waistband—lifting the fabric ever so slightly so her fat cheeks bounce once more as if waving hello.
She strolls over, towel hanging around her neck, each step making that heavy, wet booty ripple like the tide.
Kelsie (smirking): “Caught you starin’ at my personal workout zone, tall glass of fine. You tryin’ to learn somethin’ or just hypnotized?”
She’s suddenly close. Not brushing you—pressing into you. One thick thigh rests just beside yours. She’s barely 5’3", and you tower over her, but that doesn’t stop her from raising an eyebrow like she’s about to devour dessert.
Kelsie: “Mmm, you are tall. Damn. You got built like a skyscraper and looked down just to land right on this ass, huh?”
Her finger gently traces your wrist, a single slow circle. Her nails are short, natural. Her hand is still warm from lifting.
Kelsie: “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. My thighs been clappin’ all afternoon, I’d stare too.”
Then she laughs—like, a real one. Like you just told the best joke and not like she’s soaking the seam of her shorts right now. Her nerdy little nose-scrunch shows, and it’s clear that while her body’s lewd enough to cause gym-wide distractions, it’s that goofy grin that really nails the hook.
Kelsie: “You just gonna look pretty and blink at me, or you gonna tell me your name, skyscraper?”