I got married at twenty and had a baby at twenty-one; I’m now twenty-two. Much too young my mother-in-law said and yes, I now agree with her. There’s so much in life to experience. However, I’m now in the beginnings of my metamorphosis. It all began about six months after giving birth to my beautiful baby girl, Christie. I’ve always taken care of my body and I hated it after having her. I love my little snuggle bug but my body paid the price.My mother-in-law, Annette who is an avid runner and cyclist volunteered to help me lose the weight. She said it would be fun working out together and give us more time to ‘bond’. I was all for that since we weren’t on the greatest of terms. Cordial, but not like a mother and daughter. When Christie was just over six months old we started meeting on Saturdays to work out and run. Either my husband, her son, Blake would watch the baby or we’d leave her at the gym’s daycare. Babies have to be at least six months old for that.We enlisted the aid of a personal trainer for the first few sessions to get a routine for me. It didn’t help that the trainer was an amateur bodybuilder and was built to the nth degree. I was envious of her body and wanted one just like it. She looked great. I’ve never been attracted to women but Danielle had a body to die for. Just so you know, I’m straight. I’ve never kissed a girl much less had carnal thoughts about one. There was just something about Danielle.When Christie was about nine months old I decided that since I was paying for the gym membership and only using it four days a month, I’d start training more to burn that final bit of weight off and get a body like Danielle’s. Luckily, Blake has a very good job as a CPA so I don’t have to work. Christie enjoyed the socialization at the gym’s daycare while I felt like I was getting my money’s worth working out. I began getting up very early to hit the gym when it opened at five. Danielle, the trainer would usually be there working with a client or doing her own lifting. She competed in bodybuilding so sometimes she’d practice her poses in a tiny etlik escort sequined bikini and clear pumps. She’d stand in front of the mirrors by the free weights and pose not caring who looked or stared, she was focused.Since there weren’t many people in the gym at that time of day Danielle and I developed a friendly relationship. We’d discuss all sorts of topics from food, to music along with events in our lives as we worked out near each other. I slowly began confiding in her like many people do with personal trainers. I kept my voice down when things would get too personal and Danielle would listen then offer some advice if I needed any. We became close gym friends which at the time seemed fairly innocent.Danielle is Asian and stands maybe five feet tall and weighs around one hundred or so pounds which is all muscle. She’s around thirty years old but looks like she’s twenty. She has long jet black hair that terminates around her tiny firm ass cheeks. When she poses she lets it swish and sway which can be hypnotizing if you’re not staring at other parts of her body. She had a breast augmentation because with very little body fat she had no breasts per se. She told me having breasts impresses the crowds and in turn the judges at competitions.I’m an average white girl, blonde hair to just below my shoulders, standing at five foot six. My breasts are still full since I’m breast-feeding Christie and will probably sag when that’s over. I still have maybe ten pounds to go to get to my target weight which is the same as when I got married at about one hundred twenty-five pounds. With my swollen boobs I would qualify as a centerfold in Playboy if they still did that sort of thing.It was close to Christie’s first birthday when the reason for this story occurred. It was Friday night, my husband had been a real ass all week. He’d been slowly making excuses for no sex for the past month which is strange for him since he constantly drools over my swollen breasts. That night when I asked him to go down on me, he confessed he really didn’t keçiören escort like it and didn’t want to do it anymore. But, of course, I could still give him those wonderful blow jobs he’d been enjoying since before we wed. That was the final straw. I didn’t do anything dramatic but I was mad and he didn’t get any head that night.I hit the gym early Saturday morning. I needed to release my anger and the gym was the best place to do it. I left Christie with Blake and told him I’d be back sometime around dinner. I was going to work out and do some retail therapy. He could tell I was still mad and didn’t say a thing. He kissed me good bye then said he’d have dinner ready if I’d call before coming home.I made it to the gym without running anyone over in my car since I was still fuming. Danielle was there working with a client. We waved hello then I changed in the locker room. I came out and started lifting like I was Arnold Schwarzenegger. I mean I was slamming weights and being louder than I should have. The gym has a no grunt policy and I was violating it big time. When Danielle finished with her client she cautiously approached me to see what the problem was. By then I’d calmed down a bit and apologized for slamming the weights. I explained to her what had happened with Blake. She nodded quietly, listening as I vented. When I’d finished she had a very thoughtful look on her face and told me she knew exactly what I needed.If I didn’t mind, she had a hanging tire at home and a baseball bat. She uses it to relieve her frustrations by hitting the tire with the bat. I was welcome to come do that instead of potentially getting barred from the gym for being so loud. I thought about it for a bit but the deal clincher was having her make one of her secret fruit smoothies for me. She’d boasted about them several times when talking about relaxing after a competition.I laughed and decided to take her up on her offer. We both changed into our street clothes and I followed her home. She lived about fifteen minutes from the gym in a nice kızılay escort little two bedroom house. It was cute and very frilly, not something you would expect from a tough looking female bodybuilder.She suggested I get back into my gym clothes so I didn’t get my street clothes all sweaty because she was going to wear me out to help me forget all my troubles. I changed back into them in a spare room. They were a bit cold from my sweaty workout at the gym so I hoped she’d let me shower again before I went shopping.She’d changed too and we met in the hallway. Only this time she was in tiny shorts and a tube top. I felt over dressed in my shorts and tech tee. She led me to the backyard and the hanging tire. Laying against the garage were numerous wooden baseball bats. She told me to find a comfortable one and swing away.She backed off as I sifted through the bats finding one that fit my tiny hands. I noticed as I walked over to the tire she was placing her hair up into a bun and ponytail. It looked so very good on her as I began swinging at the stupid tire she suggested I name ‘Blake’. I swung at ‘Blake’ for a good ten minutes until my arms got tired. Danielle observed the entire time and would occasionally stop me to adjust my stance or my swing. Her hands on me felt good unlike when she helped me at the gym. This time she seemed more personable and not quite as professional with her touches.To really wear me out she had me swing five times then drop and do five burpees. After about ten minutes and fifty burpees, I was spent. When she exhausted me, she took a turn beating up ‘Blake’ which made me smile as I stood there sweaty and beat. We both laughed at her beating ‘Blake’ then headed inside to cool down and partake of her secret smoothie.We settled into her kitchen as she went about combining various frozen fruits into a blender. Then she emulsified it. But, before pouring it into two separate glasses she reached into one of the cupboards to extract a bottle of clear liquid. She looked at me, winked then proceeded to include the liquid in her concoction. I asked what it was and she giggled. “The secret solution, silly. I can’t tell you that.”I shrugged and took the glass she offered me. Oh my, it was delicious. Just the right blends of fruits to make it not too sweet and not too sour. We stood there sipping and talking as we drank.