Corine hoped that she could avoid an encounter with the newbie by taking extra time rolling up her mat. She let it escape her grip and it unfurled. She started over with an exasperated sigh. There were enough mirrors in the aerobics studio to let her know the other woman was still lingering behind her. Go. Just go away.
"Uh- you need help with that? I can hold one side."
"I think I got this. I just have to use my knees so I don't lose progress." Not wanting such close-quarters company, Corine suddenly became competent. She pinned the mat with her body weight as she went. Soon each plastic buckle fastened with a click-clack.
"My name's Ariana."
"Is this your first class too?"
Corine wanted to be insulted, but given her struggle with her gear, she supposed it was a wasn't a terrible assumption. She stood up, feeling very pale and doughy. She didn't have the physique of a regular gym-goer. Annoyingly, she had sucked in her gut. Was she unconsciously trying to impress Ariana? "Um, actually, no. I've made decent progress, but I still have a ways to go." To demonstrate, she relaxed her stomach muscles and her belly blooped outwards.
"Oh- I'm getting one of those too." Ariana gripped her middle and frowned. "I kinda wanna keep it in check."
Corine bet it was tiny. She looked down, but could only see tits. "You got some time before anyone notices your tummy."
"Wha?" Ariana followed Corine's gaze. Acknowledgement seemed to break a spell, bringing Ariana's boobs into the natural realm where they were subject to cruel physical laws like gravity. Her posture wilted. Her hands went from her belly to the small of her back. She massaged it, tried straitening up, but went back down after hearing an ominous pop. "Ugh. How is this supposed to work? I only get one day to recover and then there's another class? I feel... brutalized. Maybe I just need a better sports bra."
Seeing Ariana wilt made her a lot more human. Corine felt guilty for initially disliking her. "I'm sure it did a valiant job. It's got a lot to work with."
"Ohmygod, it did nothing. They're gonna be so sore." Ariana squeezed her hanging boobs experimentally, gingerly, as if she were inspecting ripe fruit for bruises at the grocery store. "Ow. Owie. Ouch. Ow. I just thought that if I could power through the workout, I'd be fine. Guess not."
"Well, hey- you proved you could do it." Corine had found her attention wandering over to Ariana's clumsy yet enthusiastic bouncing throughout class. Despite identifying as straight, breasts held a frustrating amount of power over her. Corine blinked, realizing she was held rapt by Ariana fondling her tenderized melons. Straight-ish. "Do you know about the classes that meet here on the opposite days? There's a special low impact one. That's where most of the busty chicks go. I'm sure you could get transferred if you talked to the office."
Ariana winced. "Ah. I uh, looked into that. Those girls are- I just didn't think I- I mean, it's not like I'm that big. I just wanted to do the normal one." She sniffled, trying to marshal herself, dabbed a knuckle to the corner of her eye, smearing black makeup across her cheek. "I'm not normal though."
"No, you're not." Corine let her bottle and mat fall to the floor as she grabbed Ariana by the shoulders. "You are extraordinary." She couldn't believe she just said that. How corny. Stupid! Her heart was racing faster than it had at any point during her exercises. Her palms were hot and sweaty. She should let Ariana go, but she didn't.
"Aww." Ariana sniffed and ruined the makeup of her remaining eye. Streaks or no, she was still gorgeous. "Thank-you. I needed that. I'd totally hug you right now, but I'm worried I may have cracked a rib."