You've never felt more exposed and vulnerable. Stretching, you rise from the machine, feeling the extra width of your hips as you lift your leg out of the way. It's a whole different set of instincts, as you walk back to the changing rooms, you imagine every eye on your body. Feeling the extra movement in your hips, rolling as you strut, a necessary evil given the sheer heft of your ass.
Despite the exercise, nothing is lost from your rump, or ass. Instead, it only gives you a taut tummy, and a waspish waist. Thankfully, it also strengthens your spine. As you walk you realise quite how full your bust is too. Your arms brushing against 'the girls' with the least swaying motion. It's mortifying, an accidental glance as you pass a mirror fills you with dread. You aren't imagining every eye being on you. Every head is turned to follow your ass. Everyone in front of you is glancing towards you.
It's hard, but you manage to resist the urge to break into a run, and hide in the changing room.
A proper self-assessment tells you that it's as bad as it feels. You're blessed/cursed with a succubus-quality body. Too curvaceous to be taken seriously, you could be smarter than Einstein, and guys would still admire you for your body.
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