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Fitness !

Added 2025-10-23 21:44:32 +0000 UTC

Tom leaned against the studio mirror, his gaze fixed hungrily on his wife, Jane. He loved her dedication, but... god, she was so plain. Her fit, thin body, hidden in a drab grey shirt and black shorts, just wasn't enough. He wanted more. He didn't just want a fit wife; he wanted a spectacle. A goddess.

"Down!" the instructor yelled.

Jane sank into a perfect, deep squat, her face a mask of focus. Tom’s knuckles whitened. Now, he thought, his desire a palpable, coiling thing in the bright room. More... just... more.

As she began to rise, the air around her seemed to ignite.

The grey shirt dissolved, melting away to reveal a tiny, hot-pink sports bra. Simultaneously, her chest erupted. Her breasts swelled, dense and impossibly round, straining the new fabric. Her waist snapped inward, a violent cinching as her shorts evaporated, replaced by high-waisted pink micro-shorts that barely contained the sudden, massive flare of her hips and buttocks. Her mousy hair exploded into a high, platinum-blonde ponytail.

She stood up, the transformation complete. Her face, now a mask of heavy glamour makeup and a huge, glossy pink pout, was utterly vacant. The focused woman was gone.

Her blank eyes found him. A cheerful, empty smile spread across her new face. She struck an instinctive, seductive pose, pushing her new hips back.

"Hi, Honey!" she chirped, her voice suddenly high and bubbly. She giggled, spinning around for him.

Tom’s answering smile was slow and deeply satisfied. Finally.