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The Gym's Sweat-Rag

Part 1

For Blitzrigen

By Draconicon

Blitz wasn't sure what to think as he looked up at the sign for the gym his friends had been telling him about. Super-Sizers was its name, and it loomed tall and proud over the massive parking lot filled with cars. The fennec fox shook his head, his hands tucked into his pockets as he looked from the sign - so tall that he could have stood on his own shoulders three times and barely measured up to it - to the front door.

Just a single tinted-out window marked the entrance, and unlike most of the other gyms he'd seen, there were no windows in to see the machines. The strawberry-furred fennec rubbed the back of his head, hesitated for a moment longer, then sighed.

"Well, gotta keep in shape...might as well give it a shot."

And with a name like that, maybe it'd be better than the hyper-macho gyms that he'd tried in the past. Putting a smile on his muzzle, he marched towards the surprisingly massive front doors, barely registering that they were probably twice his height before they suddenly opened.

"Pardon - mmmph!"

He didn't even have a chance to say 'pardon me' before time seemed to slow. A pair of massive, spandex-covered orbs came swinging for his face, but it was too late to dodge or even slow down. His muzzle was pinched shut by the big balls and the long bulge that was just above it, and as they swung along, he was lifted right off his feet.

Time sped up as he got a whiff of sweat and more through the fabric, and he was lifted off his feet, flung through the air on a pair of wet wrecking balls before he went from flying to falling. He hit the pavement with a thump, his tail providing a regrettable amount of cushion as he flumped out, groaning under his breath.

"Ow..."

"Oh, dear. Are you okay?"

A shadow loomed over him, and Blitz narrowed his eyes to peer through the stars in front of his eyes. The other shape resolved into a tall - very tall, twice his height, in fact - thresher shark, with a soft purple-gray tone to her flesh, neck-gills, and a toothy, if concerned, expression on her face. She leaned forward, and his eyes dropped -

Hoooooo boy.

Blitz hid a grin and a blush at the same time as he whipped his eyes back up to avoid dropping them in her barely-there shirt. The whole thing was damp with sweat, making it impossible to miss the black lines of her bra that was struggling valiantly to hold her breasts back, and losing. He forced a chuckle, wiggling his fingers in a wave.

"Hi."

"Hi. Are you okay?" she asked again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just...getting my head on straight again."

"I'm so sorry about that. Usually it's just big girls that sign up here. You're the tiniest little boy I've ever seen."

"Man," he corrected.

"Pardon?"

"I'm an adult."

"Oh. You mean - oh, I'm sorry," she said, stifling a laugh with one hand. "I just - you're so small, I didn't think that you were -"

"Heh, maybe you can stop with that?"

"Awww, too much?"

"Help me up, and we'll call it even."

Somehow, that only made it more embarrassing; she couldn't stand up straight and still reach him, so she stayed bent down, took his hand, and all but peeled him off the sidewalk. Then she kept getting up...and up...and up.

By the time he was upright, she was still somewhat hunched over. On second glance, she didn't seem quite so out of proportion, though her balls and her breasts still definitely on the 'hyper' side of things. She had to stand with her legs spread out just a bit, and even then, her barely-contained balls rested on her thighs rather than completely free-hanging. He could make out a slight bulge down there that, while firm, wasn't yet erect, but she didn't seem bothered by it being shown off. If anything, she stood with her hip cocked slightly further to the side to show it off when she realized that he was looking.

"Heh, well, maybe you'll fit in better than I thought."

"Well, I was planning to get a membership," Blitz said, chuckling. "Maybe you can recommend one?"

"Do you always brush off going balls-deep when you first meet someone?"

"Well, usually fourth date, but I can speed it up."

"Oh, aren't you a little flirt," she said, patting his head and nearly flattening him back into the ground. "Heh, come on. I'll introduce you to Telma, and we'll give you a try."

"Thanks. Wait. We?" Blitz asked, cocking his head to the side as he allowed himself to be led towards the front doors.

"Well, we all like to meet the new members. Come on."

The front room was spacious enough with two doors leading out. One went back out to the parking lot, and the other went forward to the locker room. He blinked.

"Just one locker room?" he asked.

"Unisex," the shark confirmed.

"Wow. That's, uh..."

"Don't worry. We're used to boners."

"I don't have a boner!"

"Sure you don't. Hey, Telma!"

The kangaroo behind the counter turned at speed, only to yelp and lunge for the binders and booklets that her tail nearly sent flying to the ground. Some still went over, and would have fallen all over the place if Blitz hadn't been on the ball.

He ran and jumped, sliding across the floor and catching all the falling papers in order before coming back to his feet. The 'roo and the shark blinked as he put them back where they belonged and even offered a little salute.

"Any other tricks you want to see?" he asked.

"Where'd you get this speedy guy?" Telma asked, shaking her head. "I didn't even see that."

"Maybe that's why I didn't see him, either," the shark said, chuckling. "You didn't tell me you could run that fast."

"Well, I'm not that big, but I have a few muscles," Blitz said, chuckling and rubbing the back of his head. "So, uh, I was hoping to bulk up a bit. Get a little more meat on my bones, that kind of thing."

"That's a membership, then? Sasha, are you sponsoring him?" Telma asked.

"Not directly; I thought we'd leave that open for now."

"Yeah, probably a good idea. I know some of the girls are going to love him."

...Okay, something weird's going on...

Yet, before he could say anything, Telma was tapping keys on her keyboard, the kangaroo - taller than him, but shorter than Sasha, somewhere around halfway between the two - beating out a profile. In seconds, she was printing something off, and humming to herself in the process.

Well, who was he to question efficiency?

Of course, things got a little more embarrassing after that. She pulled out a keycard attached to a leather band, and started to reach out before stopping herself. Blitz cocked his head sideways.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, the band's more suited for people our size," Telma said. "Um...Sasha, could you -"

The thresher shark lifted her arm. Hanging around her wrist was a similar leather band, and a keycard hung from it, too.

"Our membership cards," Sasha said. "Looks like we'll have to have you wear it somewhere else."

"Wait, what are you - ack!"

Almost as fast as he'd leaped for the papers, Sasha grabbed the band and card with one hand and him with the other. She hummed to herself, yanking the leather band past his muzzle and over his head, settling it around his neck. By the time she'd put him back down and he was able to feel it, he realized what it had to look like.

"...Did you just..."

Blitz couldn't even get the words past his muzzle, his words coming in embarrassed yips and sputters as his fingers felt around the edge of the smooth leather. It was just that little bit too tight for him to pull off on his own, and he could only imagine how much strength-training was needed to get that leather to stretch again. Even so, it was the embarrassment of being collared without a word that really got to him.

"Don't worry about it," Sasha said. "Looks good on you. But I'm sure it's not the first time that you heard that."

"Shut up," he muttered.

"Oh, don't be like that. Come on. Let's see how you do on the machines, eh?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Machines. Right."

He didn't need to change; he'd come with the idea of getting right to it, after all, and the tight shorts that barely went down to mid-thigh and the tight pink top had felt good at the time. Now, with a leather band around his neck and his membership card bouncing around like some sort of dog-tag, he felt a little more...concerned.

And yet, he still let himself be led along. Telma waved with a smile as he left, and he waved back before they rounded the corner into the locker room.

As soon as they entered, the wave of musk inside hit him like a freight train. Sweat and crotch scents all but burned his nose as soon as he rounded the corner, and he coughed in surprise - but not distaste - as he struggled to get used to it. Sasha, twice his size, was dragging him along into the locker room with inexorable force, and he had a front-row view to...well, everything on everyone.

He knew that the room was mixed gender, but to see everyone exposed to greater or lesser degrees was still a shock to the system. The fennec fox whipped his eyes this way and that, flicking between one woman to another trans person to another person entirely who he didn't know how they identified, but they had both sets of sexes down there and his dick wanted to get a good, close look.

And with the sight, the scents. There was a heavy musk in the air, one borne of sweat and sex and so much more. His cheeks burned ever so slightly beneath the strawberry-red fur that covered them, and his dick twitched as he was led past aisle after aisle of different gym clients.

But the one thing that he really noticed that there were far fewer males than there were females - or at least, feminine sorts - and by the time that they reached the shower, he realized something that was even more damning.

"Uh, Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"How, uh, how many guys come here?"

"Not many. I think you're number four in the last few months."

"Right."

"That a problem?"

Blitz looked around the shower. On all sides, he was surrounded by bigger people. Most of them were either trans or intersex in some way, with a few AFAB that were still showing everything off with plenty of confidence. He saw big asses, big round curves, and most importantly, big people that utterly towered over him.

Sweat, water, and more flicked around him, and he saw the way that some of them were eyeing him. He chuckled, not sure if he was more nervous or turned on to be looked at the way that they looked at him.

"Uh, no. No problem at all."

"Wonderful. Let's get you through and onto the treadmill. Get you warmed up."

Warmed up. Well, if they wanted to see him warmed up...

#

"Holy shit, how long has he been going?"

"I don't know, but he's been on it since I came through."

"Fennec's gotta be tired by now."

"Ask him yourself," Sasha said, leaning over the top of the oversized treadmill, looking down at him with that toothy grin that had somehow gotten even more smug. "How's it feeling, Fen?"

"Heh...heh...feels good," he said, legs pumping as he was already running at somewhere past six miles per hour. "Think I can keep going for a while."

"There you have it, girls."

The crowd around him cheered appreciatively as he kept running, his paws coming down with rapid thumps. Oh, this was definitely harder than his usual running routine out and about, and it was on an incline, besides, but his species was built for speed. They knew how to move, and he was not about to slow down.

Not when he had Sasha watching. Not when he had an audience that were actually showing some approval.

Of course, they were staring at him with more than a little, ahem, hunger in their eyes, but that only served as motivation. He would find a way to be better than they expected. If they thought he'd just fall over, he'd show them.

Mmmph...doesn't help that they're all hot, too...

The fox's eyes flicked from Sasha to a larger skunk in the corner, her long tail hanging over her head, most of her fur bedraggled with work-out sweat. She was looking at him, tapping her teeth and smirking to herself, and one hand was very clearly further down between her legs than would normally be socially acceptable. Further over, a dragoness was squatting down, her legs spread wide enough to show her dick and balls against the spandex shorts she was wearing, and he bit his lips as he saw her getting a little stiffer the longer that he kept running.

They all ranged from two feet taller than him to twice his height, and all of them had the same 'super-size' condition that Sasha did, either just in the breasts and butt or in the dick, too. He was trying very hard not to stare, and more to the point, trying very hard to keep his cock from getting in the way of his thinking.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

"And slowing down in three...two...one."

Blitz slowed his run to a jog, and then to a walk before finally coming to a complete stop. Despite the fact that he'd been running at nearly a full sprint, particularly for someone his size, he was able to keep from panting with minimal effort. Instead, he tried to look like it had been easy...mostly. He was pretty sure he succeeded.

More than a few of the ladies watching him gave him a little applause, and he chuckled, waving his hands.

"H-hey, come on, it wasn't that great," he said, rubbing the back of his head with a nervous - but excited - wag of his tail. "Just, uh -"

"Alright, alright, let him have a minute," Sasha said.

The rest of the women chuckled, one or two giving him a pat on the back before moving on. Blitz shook his head, feeling a few shivers running down his legs from raw exhaustion, but still loving the feeling of success.

"Now that you've burned off some of that excess energy, how about we get started working on your gains?" Sasha said.

"That's what I came here for."

"Heh, come on, little guy."

He stepped off the treadmill and followed her to the bench-press. The fox sat down and almost immediately felt the sheer dampness beneath his rump, droplets of sweat and more sticking to him from the last person to use it.

"Heh, looks like the last person didn't grab one of the sweat-rags to take care of it," Sasha said, shaking her head.

"I don't mind," Blitz said, clearing his throat. "I can make it work."

"Heh...you know, you just keep getting better, little guy."

He smiled, laid down -

"'Scuse me."

Only for a giant of an orca woman to sit down. Blitz's protests were drowned out beneath that thick, rounded rump, and he was pinned firmly against the weight bench. He squirmed, trying and failing to kick, and tried to bring his arms around the thick ass that was so heavy and yet so soft at the same time.

"Mmmph..mmmph..."

He was barely breathing beneath that big, round butt, and it was spread just enough that his nose was rammed between the cheeks. The heavy, rubbery tail of the orca woman rested against the top of his head, keeping him from pulling it free, and he could feel the sweat droplets running through her too-soaked shorts. He wheezed, sucking in air that was tainted with sweat and musk and so much more. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as the pressure on his muzzle grew, his face sinking into the soaked cushion beneath it -

"Hey, hey, Hetty, why don't you look under you for a second?"

"Mm?"

"You're sitting on the new guy."

"Oh, sorry."

With a creaking groan - and a moment of such pure stickiness that he was half-convinced that he'd be lifted up from the bench and stuck to her ass - the orca got to her feet. Blitz had his face pulled most of the way up from the bench before he unstuck himself from her wet shorts, and she stood up the rest of the way, turning around -

Smack.

It was such a wet sound as her package swung around and bopped against his cheek. The fox was at a loss for words, his tail pulled down, his eyes wide, his ears pulled back, and...well, there was no denying more than a little excitement between his legs. He stared past the rounded bulge at the slightly older, gently-smiling woman on high.

"Hi there. I didn't see you there; small guy, aren't you?"

"That's...the impression I'm getting," Blitz said.

"Well, don't let that get you down. I'm sure you'll fit in. Oh, and you got the bench all clean for me. Thanks, sweat-rat."

"Sweat - I have a name!"

"Oh, relax."

She jiggled his membership card and he had to fight not to feel like she was jiggling a collar. His cheeks burned as Hetty sat down, getting comfortable and pulling out a couple of free weights. She settled into doing reps while Sasha patted his shoulder.

"Come on. There's other weights to try, little guy."

"Shut up," he muttered, rubbing his cheeks as if it might massage the blush away.

#

Every exercise seemed to eventually end the same way. He'd get started, one of the other gym-goers would notice, and he'd end up either on his back, his front, or otherwise off his feet with one of them sitting on him, with the notable exception of that dragoness that decided to walk all over him, instead.

He could still feel her footprints on his back, and the way that she'd left some of his fur all mussed with her damp soles.

By the time that he'd finished enough reps to feel good about himself, he was a mess. Certainly, he was no longer the well-groomed fennec that had come down for a first-time workout and membership, that's for sure. He felt almost slimed up in places, and he wasn't sure that the sweat-musk along his muzzle would be fading anytime soon.

Sasha pulled him off the ground, patting him down, including a playful push at the boner that he no longer tried to hide. The shark patted his back as he groaned, trying not to moan.

"You don't alright, Fen?"

"Mmmph...I have a name, you know."

"Right, right. You want me to use that instead of Fen, or -"

"Please," Blitz said, blushing.

"Alright, alright, Blitz. Come on. Let's get you all washed up."

"Yeah...good idea."

Particularly after the last one. Getting knocked over after trying to do squats only to have a fat-assed vixen sitting on his face with a sheath sticking out of her pants that was all but eating his boner had been almost impossible to hold himself back from. He didn't know what was going on here, but it was not normal.

Dragged along by the bigger shark, he let himself be led along until they reached the showers. However, no sooner had he been dragged in than he was dragged out...of his clothes.

"EEP!"

Blitz hadn't yelped like that since the last time that he'd been dropped into a cold shower, and this was no less shocking an experience. Being the one male in a room full of very large, very feminine women took away so much confidence almost immediately, and his cheeks burned all the hotter as his dick throbbed up and down before the lot of them.

Before he could say a word, the thump of other clothes hitting the floor followed, and the same hand that had pulled him off the gym floor grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He yelped as he was pulled off his feet, turned around -

"MMMPH!"

And found himself instantly shoved into Sasha's breasts. They were no longer covered up, and those darker, nearly royal-purple nipples were completely on display. Not that he had a chance to see them for long before he was shoved between them, nose right between those fleshy, warm globes, and his nose ground against her sweaty flesh. The moisture soaked into his fur almost immediately, and he was lost in the scent as she pinned him against her with one hand and ruffled his hair with the other.

"Yeah, that's it, sweat-rag. Get in good and deep. Wiggle your head around a little for me?"

"Mmmph?"

"No, wiggle. Like this."

She pressed down on him all the firmer, grinding his chest against her front, and his cock - oh, fuck. His cock popped between her thighs, grinding against them as she pulled her legs together tightly. The sheer size of her cock pressing against his belly was more than a little intimidating, not to mention just a little emasculating to think of how tiny he was in comparison.

Even as he whimper-muttered against her breasts, Sasha grabbed his head and started deliberately turning it to the left, then the right, smearing his nose against the oily skin under her breasts. Every grind brought more of that sour-slick-bitter smell to his nose, as well as the rest of the heady, potent scent of her musk. Her workout had been more effective than his, leaving her almost...almost lubed from how hard she'd pushed herself, and the smell just stuck to her...

And now, it stuck to him.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

He couldn't even talk as she shifted him about, pulling him against her front, grinding his head up between her breasts, almost pushing his nose past her boobs before shoving him back down. He felt like a living washcloth, used to wipe her down so that she could get clean easier, and the casual manhandling and the total humiliation had his dick harder than it had any right to be.

What little confidence and flirtatiousness that he had managed to summon around the other women of the gym was gone, replaced with utter humiliation and an arousal so intense that he could do nothing but grind.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Heh, I knew you'd be good after Hetty sat on you."

"Nnngh!"

"Shut up, sweat-rag. Just go with it; you know you want it."

"Hey," someone else shouted. "Toss him over when you're done. I got a swamp of an ass right now and I need a good rag; the others are all soaking already."

"Yeah, yeah, hang on a minute; almost done under my boobs here."

Blitz was in seventh heaven or deep down in the circles of hell; he was so far out of it that he honestly didn't know what or where he was anymore. All that he did know was that he didn't ask for this, and he didn't know how to make it stop.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted it to stop, despite the humiliation. There was something about the casual use and humiliation that went right to his dick, keeping him from thinking, keeping him from doing anything but just going along with it. His head rolled back as the smell grew and diminished by turns, getting thicker around his nose and then going down once more, always leaving him right on the edge of being able to do anything.

And then, it stopped.

He yelped as he was pulled away from Sasha as she turned toward the shower, only to find himself faced with the same orca from earlier. His cheeks went bright red as he felt his cock grinding against her more slippery shaft, sliding against the base and almost towards the slit that held it.

"Uh, um -"

"Nah, no need to talk, sweat-rag."

He grunted as he was shoved right under her arm. This time, it was a thicker, heavier smell, more bitter but more pungent at the same time. Wheezing through it, he wondered if she'd make him lick her clean.

It didn't happen. Instead, she just rubbed him up and down under her arm, smothering him with her scent and grinding it into his fur. Every shove, every little nudge up and down her too-smooth flesh only wetted him further, and he groaned as he sunk deeper and deeper into the raw, powerful, warm musk that permeated the air.

No sooner was she done than he was passed around again, and again, and again. Each time, he felt a little more soaked, a little more drenched in what they had to offer, and he was soon swimming in the scent of horny ladies, his ability to think for himself completely fried. His eyes rolled, his head wobbled, and when they put him down in the middle of the room, he could barely stay upright.

"Looks like the sweat-rag's having some trouble thinking," Sasha said from one of the showers.

"Well, he's new. It was gonna happen," Hetty said.

"I don't need anyone to wipe me down...but I could use someone to lick something up."

Blitz felt his head getting tilted back. His eyes were hazed over, so at first, he didn't know what he was looking at, but as the heavy, fleshy opening of a sheath loomed overhead, he knew what was expected of him.

His nervousness had evaporated into a sort of half-drunk horny trance, and he giggled as he opened his mouth. No sooner had he done so than his nose was jammed right into the opening of the woman's sheath, her cock running into his mouth as he worked his tongue along the inside. A thick stream of pre-cum ran down his tongue, over the inside of his mouth, and down his throat.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, get in there good and deep, sweat-rag. I wanna feel that licking going everywhere in there..."

And Blitz, poor lust-drunk Blitz, had little choice in the matter.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

He moaned into the unknown woman's sheath, letting his head be guided further back. Each breath brought more of that heady scent to his brain, all but entrancing him as the rest of the world faded away. His cock jumped, and he was half-sure that something had just taken him over the edge, but...

But...

He couldn't...

Think...

#

Blitz groaned as he dragged himself, stumbling and shaking, from the locker room. His legs were all but knocking together, and his head felt like it could fall off his own shoulders, and his cock...

I...wow...holy shit...wow...

He couldn't remember the last time that he'd cum that much. Four times in...how long? Thirty minutes? Something like that. Once they started teasing him, the girls had been completely insatiable, and he just couldn't say no. They were all over him, taking charge, using him -

Fuck. Just...using him.

Blitz shook his head, stumbling along and holding his half-ripped shorts up with one shaking hand. Telma looked up from her computer, blinking.

"Uh, are you okay?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh, good. I'm glad you - wait, what are you doing?"

"Home," Blitz said, stumbling towards the front door.

"Wait, you - hang on, you have to - wait!"

He was barely hearing her. For all the fun he'd had, it was time to rest. Time to go home, get a real shower, and -

"ULK!"

No sooner had he stepped across the threshold than he felt the collar yank him back. The fennec fox yelped as he was pulled right off his feet, sliding down with his legs outside the gym and his neck pinned right between the open doors. As he gasped and gagged from the pressure that the fall left on him, Telma ran over and pulled him back.

Wheezing for breath, he stared at the open door, his hand going up to his neck. He felt the leather band, the membership card -

"Ah, shit...ah, shit, shit, shit."

Before the kangaroo could stop him, he threw himself at the door again, desperate to be wrong. He got his legs out, his hips, his arms, even his tail, but no matter how he twisted and turned, the collar kept him right where between the doors. It was so tight that he couldn't pull it off, either, and it only got tighter the longer that he stayed in the doorway.

"What...how...what's the matter with this thing?!" Blitz said, his voice rising until he was all but shouting. Each word came out as a nervous yip as he whipped back to the kangaroo. "What is this thing? Why can't I leave?"

"Please, just, calm down -"

"No, no, no, I need to know what this is! You can't just - what is this thing? What is -"

Thump.

Blitz cut off just as he was about to start shaking Telma by the shoulders. He slowly tilted his head back to see what had bumped the back of his head, and found himself staring down the business end of a deep, mottled sheath, one that was just starting to fill out. He looked further up, looking past the wide, black-and-white-striped breasts of the zebra standing behind him, up at her face.

"And what, pray tell, is going on here?" the zebra asked. "Is the new sweat-rag complaining about the terms and conditions of his membership?"

"I...I..."

"Let go of my employee."

Blitz did as he was told, too in shock. The other women were big; this zebra was big enough that he barely came to her knees, and now that he'd let go of Telma, he realized just how big she was.

"Sit down. Then, when you've calmed down, tell me what in the world is going on."

The End

Summary: Blitz decides to try out a gym at the far side of town, and finds out that it's filled with big women and intersex ladies.

Tags: M/F, M/I, Various Species, Fennec Fox, Fennec, Fox, Zebra, Shark, Thresher Shark, Zebra, Mare, Orca, Various Species, Size Difference, Musk, Sweat, Gym, Lockers, Femdom, Poor Boy, Not Really, Collar,