Benefits of the Nutrex System (Part 1) (Patreon)

Greetings dear Patron.

Having a nice week? Have you read EM9 yet? If you have, please take a look at the polls I put up. I am still wondering if there will be any changes in the trending feedback.

Anyway, hello there! After completing chapter nine of experimental medicine I feel like I need a break! But I have been plugging away at chapter ten doing a lot more dictation rather than keyboard typing recently. Saying some of this stuff out loud while cruising in my car makes me a little self-conscious, but it is quite efficient. Wrestling with dictation software is its own battle, but I get it done.

The next chapter is looking like it will end up being as long if not longer than the previous one already. I will need to go over it with wide toothed comb before releasing it and that will take a while.  Needless to say, look forward to that sometime next month I am hoping.

So the Nutrex System! What is it? How can we benefit from it?  This is a story based on a couple that have grown apart over the years and we pick up on their day to day when things start to change for them.  It is a 'slow burn' kind of story, which to means slower, more methodical build up and slow easy growth.  Coming from the madness that experimental medicine has evolved into it will be a considerably big gear change.

Please have a nice week and thanks as always for your kindness, interaction, and support.

Enjoy 'Benefits of the Nutrex System'.

~Michelle

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Benefits of the Nutrex System

How Tris and Tiff found each other again

The wind rattled the windows sending a barely perceptible chill through the room as she crumpled up the wrapper from one of the burgers he bought for dinner that night. She was smiling and he smiled back after a sip of cola taking a break to admire her blonde hair and thick body as she began to get ready.

“That was good, thanks. It’s been a while since we sat down for dinner like this, right?” Her long hair wouldn’t stay contained as it wisped about while she packed her things into a small bag.

“Yeah, I am glad we could take the time. Been so busy lately, the both of us…” He said. His wavy black locks were framing the less-than-jovial expression as his smile turned back into a straight line and he stared down at the last few bites of burger waiting for him and blinked hard a few times. “You know, we are gonna be al-”

“I know, Tristen.  Trust me, I know. We don’t gotta get into it right now.” He looked at the old, gray, zip-up hoodie hugging her curvy frame with the general shape of a bell traveling down towards her considerable hips. She took an oft-repeated glance at the neglected easel near the window and the dried-out brushes and other supplies then waved a hand in frustration, not at him, but at the situation. He knew it too. “Tonight was nice, though. Thanks, baby.” Some softness returned to her voice.

“Good luck at class, Tiffany. See you tonight.” He smiled weakly. She returned the sentiment then hopped over for a quick peck on the lips and a hug and headed to the door.  She didn’t look over her shoulder and he just watched her big butt cheeks swivel up and down in her knit maroon leggings.  He sighed looking down, finished his dinner, and cleaned up. After, he took off his work clothes, threw them into the hamper, and washed his thin face. He smiled seeing the tight Ptv shirt, modeled after the classic MTV logo, on his light frame bringing a pleasant memory to him while changing into some sweatpants. Sitting down in front of the TV, he scrolled through the app on his phone that they used to plan their budget as the walls of their one-bedroom apartment closed in a few more inches. He whisper-groaned under his breath, ‘...More overtime, again.’

She got back from her classes and he was asleep on the couch sitting cross-legged with one hand in his pants and the other on his smartphone, head back snoring. Tiffany laughed to herself shaking her head and putting her stuff down.  Classes were going well and she was throwing herself at the material. It will all pay off, she told herself while throwing her jacket onto the sofa next to him and heading to the kitchen for a snack.  She fired up the switch popped on some headphones and practiced her fatalities.  She knew he was going easy on her and wanted to surprise him with a new combo she read about.  She woke him up, dragging him to bed which he did groggily, and then fell right to sleep. She stared at her phone for an hour before finally falling to sleep by his side, the shaking of that damned loose window in the living room sending out a clatter every few seconds as the first drops of rain began to fall.

 He had been gone a while. His job at the children’s hospital as a desktop analyst meant he was out of the door before 6 sometimes, particularly when it was busy. She was lucky since she didn’t need to go in until around ten or so working as a receptionist at a local optometry clinic.  But worked later than he usually did and with night school she was out the door before they even had a chance to exchange words. Last night was nice and Tristen was doing his best to make things work.  Her inability to show her appreciation as much and the frustration of it all coming out as quick-tempered comments made her depressed and anxious as she filled up her cup of coffee.  There was a note on the counter from him saying ‘Surprise in the fridge!’ with a few hearts on it, signed T. She saw the paper bag with another heart on it and a tear came to her eye that turned into a few more.

 “That’s so sweet, Tiff. He cares so much.” Melanie said while putting a hand on her shoulder.  

“Mel, you have no idea. It feels like there is too much going on and I have control over none of it.” Tiffany was having a late-lunch panic attack seeing the effort Tristen put into the lunch he made for her. Sadly the opposite of the intended effect, but Mel was one of her best friends and a fellow receptionist at the clinic.

“Planning and paying for a wedding, looking for a new place, kids eventually, night school, this hell hole… Give yourself a break, girl.” The middle-aged Asian woman’s eyebrows were raised in concern as she rubbed her hand back and forth the fabric of the labcoat-esque uniforms they wore over minty blue button-ups. “He knows that and is doing everything he can. He cares about you and is doing his best too.” The moment passed and Tiffany got herself together nodding and hugged Mel.

“Thanks, Mel. You’re the best.” She wiped away her tears and took a big sniff and then sipped a latte she set down next to the well-prepared lunch in the sack.

 “Tell you what. I have been going to this gym - I know. I know. But hear me out.” She was holding up both her hands in defense. “Working out has really helped me get through the tough times and even given me clarity of mind as well.  Why not try it?” She pulled a card out of her bag and handed it to her. “They cater to working folks and have night sessions, it’s like a dance/aerobic/calisthenic thing. There’s music and you can punch things and jump around. It’s honestly pretty fun and with this intro card you get a month of classes for free.”  Melanie’s thin pink lips smiled and her eyes formed crescents that cheered Tiffany up.

 Tiffany without thinking gave her friend a once over and did notice that she had some nice curves on her body despite being so thin. She thought it was just good genes, but maybe she was working out. Mel picked up on it immediately.

“Girl, it isn’t about weight loss or anything like that. It’s about getting your head right, blowing off some steam physically, and having some fun. If you get more results than that then just consider it a bonus, you know? They have coed sessions and sessions for women only. There are couples nights and stuff. Check out the site.”

“I will. Melanie, you are the best. Seriously.” And Tiffany gave her a big squeeze realizing she was a bit more toned and harder than she looked. She always came off as dainty. Mel pulled back and smiled in her eyes.

“You give the best hugs, Tiff.” And went back in for another.

Although physical exercise wasn’t something that she wasn’t particularly interested in, she had heard that it was good for stress relief besides the other obvious health benefits and she was at her wits end these days. She texted Tristen and they chatted on and off about it for the rest of the day. He was supportive and wanted her to do anything that made her feel good.  They could figure something out if she truely liked it and it ended up costing money. Work started to get busy for him later that week and besides a few times they passed and had chats in the late evening or after being woken up, they didn’t get a chance to relax and hang out until Saturday morning when they both woke up.

“So that tae-bo thing it today, right? Kickboxing or jazzercise?” He was being silly about it and teasing her.  She pulled down the blanket and grabbed his morning wood.

“Better than just beating my meat and calling that exercise, Tris.” And she smiled as she began to stroke up him and down gently.  He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt and leaned back letting her play with him a bit until she changed her positions still stroking and rotating around kicking a leg over him and sitting down on his chest, putting her big soft butt right against his face. He couldn’t see but felt her warm tongue and mouth slowly melt over his dick and slowly warm up and moisten his shaft until she was all the way to the base easily giving a deep throat to his six or so inches while twisting her head back and forth to get a bit more action on in. He let out a moan as the stress melted from his body and was replaced with the tingling sensation of a building orgasm.

“Ohhh baby you caught me at a good time today I’m already… I’m gonna...” He struggled to get the words out and grunted as she began to flick her tongue wildly while pumping up and down forcing a hard orgasm. Despite her joking about it he was too busy to be masturbating all the time and let loose a few hot spurts of cum into her mouth which she swallowed quickly while her lips and tongue still teased the sensitive tip of his still pulsing member. She just purred and hummed continuing to suck gently licking until it went soft in her mouth.

“Oh damn, I needed that Tiffany. You are something else, baby.” He stretched out with his eyes closed as she slowly backed up pulling her pants down until her vagina was pretty much in his face.  He didn’t need any more invitation than that and went to town, pulling her panties aside and getting to work with his tongue. The wet muscle was mimicking a figure skater across her lips and doing twists and twirls on and around her clitoris.  She began to buck her hips and get into it and that got him excited too and before long he was hard again. The weight of most of her body was crushing down on his face, but he liked it and his tongue started to venture further and further inside of her until she was titillated enough and wanted the real thing.  

She did another twisting maneuver on top of him and slid her slobbered-up pussy down his chest until she perched her lips partially parting them on his penis. Her putting that bit of pressure against it made him realize that it was still in the post-orgasm ache period, but she didn’t care and reached down between her thick thighs and guided his cock inside of her and she sat on it making it disappear in one move she was so wet and lubed up thanks to his thorough fellating. She was leaning forward and had him pinned by the arms and her breasts were dangling down in front of his face.  She had a healthy C-cup bust, but her figure was more bottom-heavy so they were easy to overlook to the untrained eye. Also, one of her breasts was larger than the other and that was always the first one she offered to him when she was on top of him getting hers. Like clockwork, he accepted the nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily licking. She upped her pace and moved her hips using his tool to find all the spots she wanted to hit and he got a tit for his trouble, and a love-making he never forgot.

 Her pace got funky and she clutched his shoulder leaning down to smooch him and they made out while she finished herself off, hips rattling as the shockwaves of pleasure build up and emanated and she took a deep breath. He took advantage of the fact she pulled her hands up off his wrists and began to squeeze and play with her breasts and tweak the nipples. Those playful touches and squeezes and gropes were the dots that her orgasmic aftershocks connected and with a few more thrusts shaking her pussy back and forth on his hard dick came again, this time lubricating his dick a lot as wetness splashed down in his pubic hair.

 “Ohhhh, Tristennn. Damn, I love this cock.” She kicked her hips a few more times trying to jump-start her engine for one more orgasm, but it wasn’t to be this morning. She didn’t give up so easily though and soon the man beneath her was trying to move his hips out from under her because although they did want kids, they didn’t want them this second.

 “Tiff, it feels too good, I’m gonna come again if you don’t-” He started clenching to try and hold back the orgasm as hard as he could, but he feared he was past the point of no return.  She pulled off of him just as he came splashing a couple of spurts of cum onto her vagina with the remaining spurts shooting onto his belly as he let the feeling of concentrated pleasure reverberate through his dick. She rolled over using the bedsheets to wipe herself and then him as well as they breathed hard.

 “We still got it, baby.” She said with a satisfying glint to her voice playing with his long black wavy hair as he took the sheet and began to clean himself up a bit as well.

 “I’ll say.  I can’t remember the last time it was that spicy.  I came twice! You. You came right? Man, I needed that like you have -” He started and she finished the sentence.

“Oh, I have an idea for sure, honey. And I needed that as much as you, if not more. And I got what I needed.” And she let out a big long sigh as her orgasm finally faded completely like the rippling rings of a pool returning to stillness.

 “But for real though, when is that sports thing?” He asked returning the subject to what kicked this whole thing off. She gleaned over his shoulder at a clock.

 “In about an hour and a half, I guess. Will you come with me? Please?” She instinctively reached down to grab his softening shaft. He tried to roll away.

“You know I try to do as little physical exertion as possible. Buut, you know why not? We have been loafing around doing nothing but playing games and watching TV recently so maybe it wouldn’t hurt…” He smiled at her seeing her beaming face. “Besides, it means a lot to you so, let’s give it a shot.”

After a quick shower, a small argument over what was appropriate for jazzercise (Sequined are still up for debate), and a stop by the quick shop for a bottle of sports drink and some pre-exercise carbs since that is what people do, they arrived at the venue.  It was a dance school, but apparently, they had some space for this exercise. The open days were only on the weekend, Mel explained to Tiffany, and after they checked that out they could join the classes any other time.  They headed in carrying a duffel bag with towels, their drinks, and some spare clothing. The prefab cement building was three stories tall and the first two floors seemed dedicated to the dance school called ‘Flamingo Friends’ with large open windows across two sides of the building. They walked through the front and there was a lounge where parents probably waited for their kids to finish dance lessons.  There was also a service counter with a monitor that was currently functioning as a small shop selling various goods all from the same health brand sparsely laid out.  There were some cardboard boxes off to the side and a decent-sized cooler with more ‘Nutrex’ branding smattered across it.

The ‘dude’ manning counter was a buff gentleman brandished with a name tag that said ‘Hardy’ on it. Hardy smiled and nodded thoughtfully as they approached. He was tall with a red, white, and blue headband securing his black hair with frosted blonde tips and wore a tight black sleeveless underarmor-type shirt showing off his considerable muscles. He tapped the counter playfully as they approached.

 “How’s it going, peeps? Here for the open lesson?”. His smile was infectious and inviting. “By the way, the Flamingo thing is for the dance school and we are just renting the spot for the time being until we can get a dedicated space. Thanks for coming by, how can I help you?”  Tiffany was sold already, and Tristen was feeling more intimidated than pumped up, but it wasn’t a big deal and she showed the card that Melanie gave her a few days before.

 “My friend, Melanie -”

“Oh! You know Mel? That’s toight. She comes by on Tuesday and Thursday Evenings. Really hard worker. Cool to meet one of her friends!” He piped up real quick cutting her off and Tiffany stood there waiting for him to finish politely. “Aww, my bad miss. I get all excited.  Forgive me for that, your friend Melanie-?” Tiffany smiled and continued.

 “No biggie.  Yeah, so, my friend Melanie gave me this card and recommended me to come by and check it out.” She held it out between her two fingers and his thick rough fingers brushed hers as he grabbed it and brought it before his eyes. He was whisper reading to himself and pulled the card down revealing his eyes and smiled nodding with closed eyes.

“Reiteous.  Looks like you and your hubby are good to go. And!” H… put down the card on the counter sliding it back to her then held up his opened palms in the air before reaching down to grab a pair of sports drinks from the cooler after rummaging around in the ice for a little bit. “Complimentary beverages for our guests!” He was wiping down the dripping plastic bottles with a clean white towel looking at the label and glancing up at them occasionally. “You know Mel, she hooked you guys up. This Nutri-plus stuff is pretty good. Expensive too, if you ask me, but worth it.  It’s like a sports drink, but like a protein shake, and like, minerals and electrolytes, you know?” He slid the first bottle across the counter, and already condensation began to reform on the ice-cold drink. He continued talking up how good it was, clearly trying to sell the stuff, and eventually passed over the second bottle holding them hostage for his pitch as he polished the bottle for a needlessly long time.  Tiffany and Tristen just smiled and nodded, occasionally glancing at each other, until he was finished.

“Thanks, Hardy.  If I can end up half as ripped as you from drinking this stuff and joining this program I will count myself lucky!” Tristen said grabbing the bottle and tucking it and TIff’s into their bag. Hardy smiled big enough to squint and threw the Hawaiian shaka at him. Then with his other hand pointed to his temple.

“It’s not about the guns, my dude, but about the mind.” He proceeded to flex and kiss his biceps in turn. “But I will admit when the muscles come it’s not bad at all. Have a good one you guys, up those stairs and you will see the rest of the people. Still got some time before it starts.”

“Righteous, my dood!” Tiffany said with a smile throwing the shaka back at him. They walked off towards the stairs.

“I actually like him, I think,” Tristen said shrugging.  

“For some reason, I can’t believe that. But yeah, he was nice enough.” Tiff responded giving one final glance over the downstairs where there were a handful of people doing some solo practice and chatting around, most of them drinking Nutri-Plus branded drinks or snacking on Nutri-Plus branded protein bars and granola mixes.

They got upstairs and the instructor, a curvy and fit woman who looked like she was in her thirties, gave them a smile and a wave. She had big light brownish hair filled with curls and wore a bright pink sleeveless athletic sports top that showed off most of her ripped mid-riff and hugged her considerably large breasts. She wore a pair of pink nylon booty shorts over some tight yoga pants with a pattern of pinks, light blues, and white like a dixie cup that hugged her muscular lower half like a glove. She held up a quick hand to the people she was chatting with and greeted them in a louder voice from across the open wooden floor.

 “Hey there. I’m Kas, today’s Nutrex System Guide. We’ll get started in a little bit, find a spot near the wall if you just want to watch, but feel free to jump in anytime.” She nodded and went back to talking to the folks now staring at them and everyone smiled at each other and went back to what they were doing.

Tristen was doing some simple stretches looking around and nodding at people while trying to copy vaguely what they were doing while Tiffany read the label to the Nutri-Plus drink they got downstairs.

“Nutri-Plus Watermelon Wave. Your perfect partner for one Nutrex System workout or similar exercise routine. Hmm.” She looked a bit longer at the chibi caricature of a woman holding up a watermelon while surfing on a wave of pinkish juice. The label was tacky, she thought and checked for the ingredients and nutrition information. “Water, natural sweetener, electrolytes, antioxidants, some other random stuff I can barely read.”  Tristen looked down at her while holding one arm with another stretching out a shoulder while leaning into his leg at the same time.

“Probably preservatives, babe.  Is it good?” He asked curiously. She shook her head and just as she went to open it the instructor rang out in a loud voice gathering everyone’s attention and giving a breakdown of the first routine.  Tiffany jumped up and they watched awkwardly from the back trying to pay attention and eventually began to move along with the group in time.  It was mostly a collection of poses and kata standing in place at first. Then they moved on to a few ‘Exercises in Motion’ which had them forming a kind of soul train line where each member would perform the prescribed exercise and the people around cheered them on and gave supportive words. Then after a handful of those, they rolled out some large foam blocks, wheels, and other large polyhedrals creating a course of sorts, and began to play a game or sport of some kind.  

 Tristen and Tiffany were asked to sit out for the first couple of rounds because they got really heated and people were getting emotional. It was kind of intense, but there was a friendly atmosphere the whole time despite it.  Other people also sat out for the first round of ‘Nutrex Slam’ and they found out that the first rounds were for the more advanced students, but later on there were a few more rounds for people still getting the ropes and finer points of the sportslike game.  Also, they mostly needed to take a break since the program was pretty brutal overall. Nutrex slam was like schoolyard ‘kill the man with the ball’, flag football, and handball all mixed together on this paintball-like area of large foam shapes which people would use as cover, as a tool to block others, or as a leap off point to get the ball back and pass to a teammate in order to touch if on their opponent’s far wall.

 It was thrilling to watch and they were surprised they never heard of it before, but you could see the Nutrex System was an all-inclusive thing and they were pushing the brand really hard. At the very end, there was a final activity where they wheeled out a bunch of soft foam balls with velcro on them and the Nutrex Guide donned a mesh pinny with a few strands of velcro dangling down it forming target zones. There were no teams for this activity really, just the System Guide against all the students. This was some gladiator-level stuff and the rules were simple.  Each participant got two balls and once they threw or dropped them they were out and had to step aside for others.  The guide’s goal was to avoid being tagged. In a one vs. like 20 or so, it seemed like it would be a piece of cake. It was not.  

Kas was a firebrand and was jumping, spinning, and using the foam terrain to her advantage like a pro, knocking balls out of the hands of the unwary and dodging ambushes and long throws with ease. Her sexy fit body was tight, muscles rippling, breasts taking short tight bounces with every graceful step. Her nipples got visibly hard in the lead-up to the whistle preceding the game and stayed that way. After the first minute where a concerted rush came right at her, she matrix-dodged a majority of the thrown balls while kicking her legs in a circle on the ground like a breakdancer and then kipping up in one fluid motion.  Tristen was holding back and just watching and waiting, staring her down the whole time inadvertently studying her body as intently as he studied the systems at work. He was trying to find flaws and see what he could do to improve them, but she seemed flawless an unavoidable wave of lust passed over him while he stared on slowly getting hard. Back on her feet, Kas scanned the 180 degrees in front of her with one quick head snap sending a few sparkles of moisture from her glistening curls in the opposite direction like diamond dust. She side-kicked the huge foam doughnut towards the path of some of her students trying to sneak around and was already on the move when the ones not toppled over by the wheel dropped their balls tripping over the fallen wheel or the people sprawled around and under it.

“I’m going for it, baby!” Tristen gave her a playful pat on the butt seeing Tiffany so hyped, clearly loving this carnage on some primal level and she ran in the direction she thought Kas was going. Tristen tossed one of his balls in that direction too, but a little higher than Tiffany’s throw. Kas was mid-leap vaulting over a stack of foam trapezoids that looked like gold bars with both legs kicked out in a split. Tiffany’s ball went to the side, easily dodged by Kas, but in a moment of great teamwork, Tristen’s ball looked like it was on target for a hit against her chest as she glanced at another cadre of members looking to flank her, but at the last minute she pulled her arms in tight and going all in, whipped her head back to change her momentum causing her to land on her ass. Tristen banged a fist on his thigh upset at how close it was. He saw Kas on the ground rolling and Tiffany was right on top of her ready to tag her directly with her remaining ball.

“Go baby go!” He shouted and Tiffany took her shot sliding down on her knees directly at her with her hand extended out hoping to tag her core with the velcro ball. To her and everyone's surprise, Kas let out a primal roar while rolling like a log absorbing the fall after her desperate dodge. She tucked into a ball and went into a handspring over top of Tiffany and landed on her feet sliding.  Tiffany’s slide took her into the trapezoid pile with a crash. As people peeled off ballless, it was a handful of folks giving chase enjoying the thrill of the hunt, and several ‘wallflowers’ waiting for the chasers to bring her near enough to take a cheap shot.  Tristen was one of those, but Kas was too good at baiting them into throwing and eventually picked up a foam cube the size of a printer and was using it as a weapon to knock balls out of people’s hands and a shield to deflect away wayward thrown balls. Tristen carefully snuck among the shapes when he thought Kas wasn’t looking and became a wallflower, but this time he was ducked down in the center of the arena hidden among the trapezoids and other foam blocks which were strewn about waiting for his shot.

 Kas was basically making a running course for herself and slowly forming the terrain into an easy circle she could jog around to tire out her opponents and create a handful of getaway points where she could jump over the central mountain of junk turning around all the students in the process. Standing back and watching her whittle away the biggest contenders gave him plenty of time to identify her strategy and try to adapt.  She was clever so he had one shot basically and when the other contenders cornered her on both sides of her circle, she stopped on a dime and cartwheel jumped off an outlier trapezoid and Tristen jumped up right at that moment, ball in hand, prepared to drive it into her target zone, but she was upside down and he wasn’t anticipating that.  Her chest caught him directly in the neck and dragged him back onto some more shapes that cushioned his fall.  Her hot sweaty boobs dragged across his face and she let out a grunt of surprise as the wind was knocked out of her, but recovered quickly landing on her feet and used the anomaly as a ruse acting like she was caught off guard by it and at once the rest of them threw their balls or dove in for the kill and she simply jumped in place with a pirouette and avoided them all with grace. She landed with barely a sound panting and smiling.

“Is that all? Anyone left?” She looked around and held up a fist in triumph. Everyone clapped weakly for her not out of contempt, but because they felt physically inches from collapse.

“Hey Kas, check your butt.” A big muscled guy said wiping himself down with a towel. And Kas did just that turning her hips one way, chest the other, to get a look at her own behind and she spied the velcro ball, hanging on to the fuzzy material by what looked like a single plastic hook like a baby grenade. For a millisecond a flash of strong emotion crossed her face, but she smiled instantly and looked over at the pile of trapezoids, reaching down, and grabbing Tristen by the wrist hauling him to a standing position with one arm. Easily. Tristen may have had a concussion at this point and the clapping went into high gear. This seemed to have been a big deal.

“Looks like I need to change my tactics!  Today’s observer guest managed to tag me! A first-timer no less! Well done…” She was pretty much holding him vertically at this point and he squeaked out his name in a single wheeze. “Tristen! And I will admit the lovely woman he came here with..” She reached out a hand to beckon Tiffany to the center as well and she jogged up with some pep in her step and whispered her name to Kas quickly, thrilled to be noticed for this. “Tiffany, yes! Tiffany here as well had one of the best attempts on me mid-game.  These two read my moves like professionals and converted their efforts very well. Granted, getting tagged by the ball was a miscalculation on my part, but one person getting lucky sometimes means another person getting unlucky, and today that was these two, and me.  Give it up!” She held their hands up for a bit more and then let them down clapping with enthusiasm.  The crowd cheered. They were hooked.

 Both Tiffany and Tristen were winded, sweating, and panting for breath at the end of the session. They chugged down the drinks they brought and the complimentary ones as well without a second thought, sitting on the ground against the windows to the outside as a hot outline of foggy condensation formed on the glass around them showing off the invisible steam rising from their bodies... They fanned themselves and toweled off the best they could giving nods, waves, and fist bumps to the other Nutrex participants who congratulated them on their way out.  Before long it was just them, Kas, and a handful of regulars or ‘junior guides’ cleaning the place up and sanitizing all the blocks and surfaces in a well-practiced dance along a conveyer belt of people each doing their part. Toss dirty blocks into the corner where people caught them, handing them off to others who would wipe them down and toss them to people who sanitized, who then tossed them to a second wave of towelers, who then tossed them to the far wall where folks set them up neat and nice. They tossed the blocks in a line like medicine balls and wiped them down pressing hard turning the whole thing into a cool-down exercise. It was clockwork and surprisingly beautiful to behold.

 Kas strolled up, the muscles in her body toned and bulging from the intense session. Tiffany and Tristen were sitting there utterly broken but did their best to sit up.

 “You may not realize this, but I haven’t been tagged in over 6 months,” Kas said in her slightly husky tone. “Even in the advanced-only lessons, only a few hopefuls barely put up a fight anymore.”  Tiffany and Tristen looked at each other in utter disbelief. “Seriously.” Kas continued. “I was impressed with both of you today, and I can tell you are both…Uhh…” She smiled and blinked a few times looking for the words. “Ready to challenge yourselves physically, a bit more than you seem to be now.”

“You don’t gotta beat around the bush, Kas. We are both out of shape! Look at this butt!” Tiffany said playfully kicking up a leg and slapping her booty sending a ripple of booty fat out like a stone landing in a placid lake.  Tristen was still breathing hard, unable to catch his breath fully, but was hanging in there.

“That was a lot of fun, but I don’t know if I can keep up without exploding my heart.” Tristen said to Kas, then looked to Tiffany, “I like that booty, by the way.” He looked back up to Kas with a wry smile. “If we join up, can Tiffany please keep her booty?” They all laughed and Tiffany pushed Tristen over playfully and he fell flat out unable to put on the act anymore. Kas squatted down, spreading her legs apart with a knee aimed at each of them.

“Well that is up to her, I think. But I will say this much, I look forward to seeing you two in the beginning courses.  You showed your stuff today, but this is the intermediate course, and like, uhm, Triskin said here a second ago.” Kas started up saying.

“Tristen,” Tiffany said correcting her with a smile.

“Tristen. Thank you, Tiffany, and sorry, Tristen. As you both said, the intermediate course is a bit much for you both right now, but we will see how things go over a few months of sessions. So when is good for you both? We do nights, weekends, -” Tristen’s eye’s shot over to his fiance’s and Tiffany nodded looking up to Kas, sitting up on her knees.

 “Well we don’t even know what the rates are and honestly funds are pretty tight right now so we really need to see the particulars before we can-” Tiffany began as Kas shook her head.

 “Of course, you wouldn’t know this. I’m sorry.” Kas started.

 “Know what?” Tiffany had a bit of edge in her voice after being cut off, for the like 4th time that day.

 “That anyone who tags the Guide gets 6 months of lessons for free.” She replied deadpan and then they both saw the dent in her pride. Tristen sat up on his elbows.

“For real? We can do this for free if we tag you during the final all vs. you game?” Tristen liked a proper opportunity to game the system and while he was certain he got lucky today, he could definitely get better. Kas tilted her head having run into more than a few folks looking to ‘game the system’ and looked back at the two before her.

 “I know where you are going with this, and yes it is possible but very unlikely. You caught me off guard today, but I am no fool and I won’t fall prey to that again, buddy.  And I am middle of the road as far as guides are concerned. Wait til you meet Turbo.” She shook her head and laughed before continuing. “I will say this.  I can only give the 6 months to Tristen because he scored the hit, but you both are wonderful and I think you have potential. How about three months for you both? Is that fair?” She was bounding slightly on her toes with her forearms on her thighs and hands shrugged out showing her palms to them.

 Tiffany looked over to Tristen who was nodding with closed eyes. Tiffany looked back at her.  

“Is this a scam to sell those drinks and protein bars? Do we have to, like, buy a crate of them every month or something??”  Kas shook her head.

“Nobody has to buy anything, but they are part of the Nutrex System and I will recommend them wholeheartedly. I am not a saleswoman.  I am here for the same reasons as most of the people who join the system. Exercise, stress relief, and a chance to cut loose a bit and forget about things for a while and focus on me.” Tiffany was playfully squinting with suspicion at Kas, whose eyebrows were raised trying to offer things as open as possible.

 “The Lemon Landslide was pretty good, I will admit.  I was parched and am already feeling better I think.” Tristen spoke up.

 “How did you hear about the Nutrex system in the first place?” Kas asked.

 “My friend Melanie. She’s a co-worker. She gave me this card.” Tiffany rummaged around the bag and produced the card. Kas took a knee and reached forward accepting the card and giving it a once over. She nodded and smiled.

 “Co-worker of Melanie?  Should have said so earlier, Tiffany. Showing up empty-handed gets you a chance to enjoy a lesson for free, but showing up with this card gets you a month’s supply of Supplement drinks and protein bars per month that you sign up for.  In this case, if you do sign up you will get 6 months of supply, three each, all for free.” Kas was kind of shaking her head in disbelief at the turn of events.

 “So we both get three months of lessons…” Tristen started.

 “And three months of drinks and snacks too?” Tiffany finished.  They looked at each other ready to burst with joy like they were about to find out if their lottery ticket was a winner or not.  Kas shook her head and shrugged.

 “Honestly, I have never seen lighting strike like this before.  Friends of Mel’s, randomly show up after a year-long run of not being tagged, then you guys catch me and win six months of lessons and all that product on top of it. It really is impressive.” She could barely believe the words coming out of her own mouth as she said them as the line that was her mouth slowly curled back up into a smile. “But you know what, look at this opportunity.  Unfit or not, if you had even a little bit of fun tonight, we would be lucky to have you back.  You have only seen the tip of the iceberg, Tiffany. And we have a long way to go Tristen. So buckle up.”  She offered her hands out to both of them and pulled them both up forming an interesting double handshake scenario.

 Cue the music. Eye of the tiger. Jock Jams. Y’all ready for this? MK Theme song (1995 version, obviously.) And crank them up to eleven. The next day, Melanie came personally and dropped off six cases of sports drinks, with 12 bottles in each case, all of the varying flavors.  She also had 3 boxes of protein bars and three boxes of various other food supplements.  She explained that she actually worked for the company that developed the formulas for the drinks and supplements and said if she exercised she would swear by them. She did like the protein bars, though. That is why everyone knew her at that place apparently and she said she could get them a deal on the stuff if they ended up liking it. TIff and Tris’ bodies were beaten to a pulp after all that exertion and they could barely lift a full 1-liter bottle of the drink, let alone a case of 12.  It was slow going, but they managed.

After the high of the first few sessions they went to, they needed the entirety of the following day to recover, barely able to move a muscle, but they became more and more acclimatized to the activity, and joining the beginner classes also did them plenty of favors to build up their endurance.  They were only going once a week on Saturdays and after the second Saturday of their free 3 months, someone reminded them that they could come twice a week on their current plan if they wanted to. On nights when Tristen didn’t have overtime work, he would try and make it to a session on his own in the early evening, and on nights when Tiffany didn’t have a lesson in the evening she did the same.  This meant that the pair weren’t seeing each other in the evenings as much at night, but when they went together on Saturday it was like a dance that they rehearsed away from each other and after coming together they enjoyed it as if it were a costume ball and they were in the center of the dance floor. They didn’t come close to tagging Kas, who was the main guide on Saturdays, but they were showing improvement, all the while growing to enjoy the Nutrex Supplements and Nutri-Plus sports drinks. They had blown through a month’s supply  before the month was out, but weren’t too worried about it. They also shared hot passionate lovemaking sessions those Sundays after their System day together and it felt better than ever.

 They also took that time to take stock of each other and Tiffany still had her big booty, but her legs and tummy looked a bit leaner which in turn made her breasts appear a bit bigger too. Tristen’s overall size and shape didn’t change much, but he also started to show a bit more tone and was overall less doughy than before. He was also lasting a bit longer in bed and she was getting off more, managing to bring herself to a double orgasm more and more regularly. Spending their time on the free lessons and saving money on breakfasts through having the protein bars and stuff instead of stopping at the convenience store when they were in a rush saved them money, a decent amount of money it turns out, and they were starting to save after the first month.

 This was starting to help them turn around and by the second month, they were going out and ordering out to eat less and making the time to prepare meals for the week and really hammer down their budget in a variety of ways. They made fresher meals with nicer ingredients in large batches to save them time during the week, stretch their budget, and overall just be healthier.  This gave them a little more time each day to rest that extra ten or twenty minutes, sit down and chat with each other in the morning, or enjoy a show guilt-free as opposed to using that time as a means to escape reality.  Midway through the month they were almost out of supplements and drinks and Melanie was able to offer them the product at roughly half the price they were selling it for at the dance studio which was a steal.  But it was expensive.  They could swing it in their budget, but a lot of the savings that they were working with would be neutralized.  Overall, totally worth it and they gathered together the 200 bucks for two months’ supply, one for each of them, and Melanie made them an offer.

 She was looking for people who were willing to try out a new formula and new flavors of the Nutrex & Nutri-Plus lines of drinks and supplements. They wouldn’t have to pay for them and in fact, they would get paid - not a ton - but some money for their efforts. If the trial went well and their reports and tests were acceptable enough then there was a chance they could be hired on in a more permanent capacity, but it was largely unheard of.  Kas was the only person that came to mind when she was explaining it. Tristen and Tiffany agreed after some discussion and honestly, it was one of the best decisions they could have made.  They were now saving enough money with the extra money coming in and the expenses they were avoiding with the free product that planning a wedding was a real possibility.

By the third month of system meetings twice a week, they were near the top of the beginner class and regulars recognized by most of their peers. They were playing harder, getting closer to tagging the guide, and becoming more vital in the Nutrex Slams that made up a large part of the latter half of the sessions. In their regular everyday lives, things were smooth as they had always been, but their outlook on everything had just been a lot better.  Tiffany even managed to spend a few Sundays when they would normally be recovering, doing a little painting here and there as well.

“Oh, OH, OHHHHNNNNNN” Tiffany cried out laying back on the bed clutching Tristen’s shoulders as she came hard from him thrusting deep inside her. He pumped for another fifteen or twenty seconds and her legs wrapped around his back pulling him in deeper and forcing her to come a second time. He was strong enough to pull back against the taut legs around his torso and thrust a few more times despite her tight grip on him and pulled out, letting out two or three big spurts of jizz on her face and breasts and then another half dozen on her abdomen and stomach. She was laying, breathing, and finally, let go of his shoulders letting her arms fall to her side and releasing him from her clutching legs letting out a long honeyed sigh.

“I feel like it’s been getting better lately. Don’t you?” He mentioned off-hand while staring at his hand gently stroking his cock trying to coax one or two more final waves of pleasure from the orgasm before rolling over beside her.

“I mean we haven’t changed things up too much, but I know what you mean.  I kind of feel tighter, or maybe you seem bigger, I can’t really explain it.” He was nodding leaning on one elbow. “You certainly come a lot more, that’s for sure. Look at these tits.” She gestured with her face and lips towards her glazed rack.

“Yeah, I think so too. I think joining up with Nutrex is starting to show some results!” He said reaching to his bedside table and snapping up three tissues and wiping away the cooling spunk splattered across her face and chest.

“Actually, let me see that thing real quick.” Tiffany mentioned and grabbed a hold of his penis and placed her hand along it lengthways, middlefinger poking into his pubis. The still glistening head of his penis reached just past the heel of her hand. She was studying it. “I think it is bigger, Tris. Have you been working out?”  They shared a laugh and he rolled next to her in bed.

Even with the new delights and new opportunities, life finds a way to make things monotonous no matter what, and although they had a proper release valve for it, stress and tension began to creep around them again slowly. They signed up for another three months on the system, upgrading to the intermediate tier, and it cost a pretty penny which ended up canceling out any money they made from testing and reporting on the new flavors of Nutri-Plus, and cost a bit more on top as well. Progress on wedding plans was still underway and the stress from all that process began to weigh down as well. Tiffany stopped painting again and with the subject of marriage coming on, she was soon scrolling through social media and often commented on how happy they looked and how tough she and Tristen had it. He did his best to console her, but after a few touchy interactions work got busy for him again and they were back on their schedule of not seeing each other very often besides their weekend Nutrex System class, which Tristen had to miss here and there due to work emergencies and crunch time for the big project.

Melanie and Tiffany were chatting over lunch break again while they loaded up the boxes of drinks and protein bars into Tiffany’s car. Melanie was explaining how she came into the position of working with the Nutrex team and why they thought she was a big deal. She played it off like it wasn’t, but they seemed to be having more than a few breakthroughs recently and she said that her and Tristan’s feedback and detailed reports were actually the basis for the next stage of research. That they were actually in discussions about hiring them on in some capacity if negotiations went smoothly and funding was secured. That was when Tiffany let down the floodgates about the last couple of months. The stress, falling into old habits again, worrying about everything, her clothes were starting to fit funny, but she wasn’t losing or gaining any weight.

Melanie put the last box into the trunk of Tiffany’s car and turned around walking up to her and giving her a hug.  She noted that Tiffany’s arms and back were less doughy than before and her hug was tighter.  She noticed that her breasts pressed against her own smaller chest with a soft squish, even through their fake lab coats.

At the hospital where Tristen worked, it was getting late. Already past 8 o clock, he sipped some coffee and leaned back stretching out really big in his computer chair, tie loosened, in the mostly dark room save for a couple of nearby lamps used by him and the other members of the team he was on. His other two co-workers had left except for one. He was aiming for a promotion and pulling out the stops doing his best to help their team coordinator sort things out and keep the project moving. It was going pretty well, but he spent too much time at the desk in front of a monitor and it was getting to him after a month or two of having more late nights than regular ones. He only really left work at a reasonable hour to make the night sessions for Nutrex. Thankfully, being in the intermediate lesson meant there were more evening slots opened and they finally opened another location, pretty close to where he worked. His coworker, a short and stocky woman in her thirties named Claire, looked over to him over the rims of her thick black glasses with an exhausted expression as she let out a long sighing blow of air pushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes. He had the last bite of a Nutrex protein bar between his teeth, his dinner of late, while he was finishing off a few lines of code when he noticed her gaze across from him over the top of his monitor.

“It’s getting late. Where are you with the implementation of the data we are working on? This system is so backward from how it should have been written the first time. Despite being a hospital, we have only been able to put bandaids on this thing for so long.” Tristen was shaking his head. When he got the job a few years back it was a real nightmare of outdated software literally keeping people alive and it needed to be overhauled and rewritten from the ground up, but it was impossible to get any staff to learn a new interface no matter how effective it was.

“Yeah, another few lines of code and a few more compile attempts and I should have something workable,” Claire said adjusting her glasses with one hand and taking a sip of water from her Nalgene.  She was cute, he thought for a moment holding his gaze on a small beauty mark above her left eyebrow. She made a funny face at him for an instant and he shook his head and went back to work.

“So your wife doesn’t mind you working until like nine o’clock almost every night of the week?” She spoke up suddenly. He was in the middle of adjusting the crotch of his pants for the fiftieth time that day in a weird position leaning to one side awkwardly. Sitting in the chair all day was making his jeans ride up and his cock and balls were getting stuffed up all the time he felt like. One final tug and he felt the tension loosen and coughed looking up at Claire. She was drinking water again staring at him. “You good? You’ve been fidgeting all day, Tristen. Better get whatever is going on down there checked out. Or buy some looser slacks or something” She smiled.

“Hah. Yeah, I think after we finish upgrading this prehistoric system they need to invest in some of those standing desks or something. It’s a guy thing, but just sitting here has me sweating all day and, well, never mind.” He stopped while he was ahead as her reaction began to get a bit more intense. “Nah, Tiff is alright. We are both saving money right now so this OT is going to help us out in the long run, but it just means we don’t see each other as much. Planning the wedding and looking for a new place which we can’t afford takes up what little time we do have together. Yeah, it’s really tough. But that is what relationships are about isn’t it?  Toughing it out when you have to and being there for them after all is said and done is what it’s about, I think.” She nodded at him thoughtfully leaning back to give a nice big stretch herself letting out a satisfying whine and yawning. She wore a mustard cardigan over a beige turtleneck made from some thin fabric and he could just see one of her pert bosoms between the monitors and files stacked up around the desks.

“Anyway, I have most of the connections ready and it should work.  Want to do a quick test?” He said changing the subject and they got back to work. A wayward thought crossed his mind again to look into maybe getting some new pants.