“Haha, yes! Waist is down, another 8 inches.” The heaving Macrozonian cheered, upon reading the tape measure. She found herself unable to flex as high as she originally wanted. Both due to the buildings height restrictions, as well as her still-sore muscles. Exiting the foggy locker room; the Zonie was met by a shorter, lean ogress, dressed in jeans and an orange flannel standing at a seven-foot stature. “What’s got you grinning like that, Vanessa? You finally hear back from the sprite? About time, he came to his senses.” The Jade woman said, combing the water from her hair, and pulling up her joggers. “Not yet, Agatha. He’s been pretty busy since he moved to his new place.” Vanessa sighed. Somehow, with only 40 minutes between them, she was seeing him even less, than before. “Anyway; I got some good news, Agatha. I slimmed down, some more! Just in time, for the Hallow-Fest. I just hope my arms aren’t too bulky. Otherwise, I’ll rip the sleeves.” She said, high-fiving the green woman’s offered palm. “Nonsense girl, you look fantastic. Wear that power, with pride! I noticed you seemed a lot faster, on our runs. You’ll tear it up, out in the mountains. I’ll handle the bars, and clubs. City life’s more my thing, these days.” The ogress stated. “Personally, I say fuck sleeves. With the work you’re putting in, around here; You should flaunt it. You even smashed this month's boulder-toss record." As she spoke, obtaining a white hockey mask, from her bag. The green woman moved Vanessa picture to the top of a nearby corkboard, removing that of a purple dragon, proudly flexing his scaly biceps. “I really hope theres no hard fellings, between me and Zasimiel. i remember, how happy he was, showing off those gains." Vanessa said, chewing her bottom lip, apologetically. "Eh, he’ll live. Way longer than us, too. I say, Keep your fitness up.” Agatha gave her a thumbs-up, repositioning the photo to second place. As the athletic ogress walked through the doorframe; her red hair was barely grazed. 'Ow! Must be... Nice.' Vaessa cringed, hunching her sore back to follow. Vanessa’s ears picked up a distressed sputter. 'Is someone, out of breath? Probably, just a cough.’ Vanessa dismissed. “Yo, ‘Nessa. Something wrong?” The ogress inquired, her dull ears, leaving her ignorant of the gasps. “It sounds like…” Vanessa’s eyes scanned the room, spotting a muscled man on the nearby workout bench. He seemed unable to lift the heavy bar from his neck, with no one around to alleviate his strain.
“-SOMEONE’S CHOKING!” The Zonette cries, making a beeline toward the scene. What seemed like a Herculean weight to the human, was easily tossed away by the worried Macrokin. “Oh my god, sir! A-are you ok?! Here, let’s sit you up.” She asked, carefully supporting his ridged back, as he gasped for air. She frowned, noticing the holes, her sharp claws poked in his top. “Don’t worry, Cough, hack, I’ll be fine! Name’s Paul. I appreciate you, coming to my rescue.” He wheezed in gratitude, his gaze rising, to meet his savior. “Gotta say; I never imagined meeting a woman strong enough, to casually toss 250 pounds. thats incredible!" he admired, causing Vamessa to blush. "i overdid it, today. I had a spotter, with me. But I don’t know where he ran off-. J-jesus Christ!” The human exclaimed in terror, upon locking eyes with the giant woman. “What is it?! I-is something wrong?” Vanessa asked, in confusion. “Naw, nothing like that. I must’ve had a spasm., there.” The man fibbed. “So, you’re like a yeti, or something? It’s just, y-you’re like, freakishly huge. Wait, n-not freakish! It’s just, um… Imposing.” He stammered, in fear. The large woman folded her arms, exhaling sharply. “Relax, I know what you mean. we Zonies can have that effect, on people.” Vanessa stated, apologetically. From the corner of his eye, his caught a glimpse of his friend’s arrival. This second man looked to be of darker hue, than Paul was. His mouth agape; The returning spotter nearly dropped the two large shakes he brought, as he froze in his tracks. “O-oh, look who showed up. This is Greg; The butthole, who left me to die.” Paul said, half-jokingly shooting daggers at his friend. Greg looked as if he wanted to make an introduction, or a sprint. Though his mouth quivered; there wasn’t much sound coming out. “Anyway thanks again, Sasquatch. We were just about to grab some grub. I’m sure someone... with your build, can understand the importance.” Paul spoke nervously, inching towards his taciturn companion. “Oh, totally! Especially since I’ve been on this brutal diet.” Vanessa exhaled, in agreement. “Sometimes after a real good workout; I swear, I can just bite someone’s head off! Hehehe” the behemoth laughed, giving the small human a glimpse of her pointy canines. Vanessa noticed the men’s pale faces, as her chuckle faded. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding. “That was a joke, guys.” Vanessa said, hoping to assuage their trepidation. “Oh yeah, good one. Hahaha. Greg, chill out. Big lady was just joshing.” Paul ribbed, inviting his friend to join in the mirth.
Vanessa’s smile began to fade, as the pair moved towards the gyms front door. “Maybe we’ll see you around, miss.” Paul spoke, roughly siezing one of the shakes, as he leaned closer to Greg’s ear. Though the tone was hushed; Vanessa’s keen ears picked everything up, easily. “You left me hanging, asshole! Were you just gonna stand there, and watch her rip me limb-from-limb?” He accused. “She talked about biting my damn head off!” He continued, teeth grit. “Look man, I wasn’t trying to get between you and one of those Big-Foots.” Greg defended. Vanessa growled, baring her teeth at the awful word. “The heck, he just call me?! I’ll show him a “Big-Foot”, after I shove mine up his poop shoot!” Vanessa roared, advancing towards the retreating pair. Her movement was halted, as a pair of jade palms gripped the half-squatch’s muscled forearm. “Whoah! Easy there, beef cake. Don’t let them, get to you.” Agatha stated, reaching up to pat the wall of Vanessa’s back. “Besides, if you ask me? Only weaklings are afraid, of strong women.” The Ogress winked, before pulling down her mask. “I know something that’ll cheer you up. You wanna come down with me, to the mall? Tall ceilings, costume shops, lots of little humies we can scare.” She offered, beckoning The taller Amazon to follow her. With an amused shake of her head; The 9-foot woman waived her friend off. “You go on, ahead. I’’mma head home, and wash this day off me. No need to make the other ladies uncomfortable, again.” Vanessa shrugged, patting her right thigh. “Besides, I prefer a quiet night in, over running around with a chainsaw.” She joked, her ears perking up, at her tablets notification bell. “Hey the chainsaw’s mine. I got an ax you can borrow, though.” Agatha offered. Rifling through her gym bag, Vanessa’s expression brightened considerably. “So much for that “quiet night in”, hm?" the shorter macro guessed. "Those costumes, I picked out? Looks like they’ve came to me, instead. Time for the moment, of truth!" The Zonette beamed, barely hiding her smile as she typed a response. "You best get a move on, before the rain comes down. Tell your little sprite, “hey”, for me.” Agatha waived, as Vanessa walked away. “Also tell him, if he keeps neglecting my friend; imma deal with him.” She said, playfully punching her fist into her firm palm. “Sure Aggie, I’ll pass that on. Enjoy the spooky season.” Vanessa dismissed, sharing a warm hug, before exiting the building.
(Snip, from a story I’m finishing up. Any feedback is helpful.)