You got to the kitchen, and Faye was there, wearing pink yoga pants and a black tank-top that mainly covered her chest and didn’t go past her ribs.  You never saw her in pink before, you assumed it was too girly for her.  She was getting lunch together.  “Hey Faye.” You said.  Faye was lost in thought, and just staring at her bread.  “FAYE” you yelled.  Faye looked down at you and picked you up.  “Oh, hey Tim” she said.  She then picked you up and placed you on the bar.  “I was just making myself some PB&J’s.  D’you want some?” she asked.  You were a bit taken aback, since she was being nice.  “Uh sure thanks.” You said.  Faye made her 2 sandwiches and cut you off a forth of one.  You ate it all.  You were told sometimes that it was impressive how much you could eat.  Your metabolism was weird as it is prepared to go a long time without food, so when it gets a lot of food it will burn calories elsewhere.  Also, it sort of adapts to fit its conditions.  For instance, after almost 2 hours of leg and arm work for Kim your metabolism had already started repairing your muscle fibers.  You also grabbed a baby carrot that Faye got out for you.  “So what do you have going on today?” Faye asked, putting her plate in the dishwasher before walking back.  “Not much probably just rest and relax.”  You said.  “Booo, you can relax tomorrow.”  She said.  “Well, what did you have in mind?” you asked, looking for a way out of this.  She picked you up and brought you to her perfectly tanned face over her sizeable bust.  “You and I are going to have a special private workout session.” She said smiling.  “I don’t know F-“   You tried to protest, but she already darted to her room with you.

In her room she had a yoga mat laid out and a spare one in the corner.  She also had some dumbbells, hand grips, some other weights and stuff in her closet.  The window was open with a standing fan blowing beside it.  Otherwise, her room was very tidy the opposite of Kim’s.  You internally prepared yourself for whatever torment she was about to inflict upon you.  But then she set you down on a purple tank-top beside the yoga mat.  It was a little damp, presumably from a past workout, but it was bearable, and didn’t smell that bad.  “Okay let’s start off with some stretches.” She said.  What? You thought as she started reaching high and low.  You were again surprised, but just went with it.  You and Faye then stretched all the essentials without incident.  “Now let’s start working out.” She said.  “okay” you said still expecting torment.  “Let’s start with some squats, go for 20.” She said, starting her squats.  She was facing her closet with her bed behind her.  You followed suit, and did 5 and then looked beside you to see Faye doing her squats.  Her boobs would bounce a little and her butt looked so tantalizing when she squatted, and the pink was so alluring.  You slapped yourself back into reality, and started doing the squats faster.  If Faye ever saw what was going on in your pants, the teasing would never end.  17, 18, 19, 20. “I did my 20 squ-“ You said before…

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Faye accidentally farted at the deepest point of the squat closest too you.  You coughed on the foul scent.  You waited for the onslaught of jokes to come from Faye, but again it didn’t come.  The only thing that you heard was a slight giggle.  “Sorry about that Tim it slipped out.”  She said.  Usually when they said that to you it was in a joking manner, but this sounded so genuine.  “It’s alright, no harm done.” You said.  “Now, sit-ups, go for 20.”  She said, sitting on the mat long ways with her feet infront of you.  You both did sit-ups.  But not only did this give you a view of her boobs bouncing again, but ample view of her crotch and butt.  She’s doing this on purpose isn’t she.  You thought.  Man, it would really suck if she farted again like this you thought, then laughed at yourself for thinking of that possibility.  You both finished your sit-up, and moved on to push-ups. She did them facing you. And you again had a few glances at her breasts smooshing against the mat and bouncing back up.  You glanced at Faye’s face to see that smirk that she always had before teasing you, but it wasn’t there.  She was focused on her workout keeping a steady rhythm.  “Great job at Push-ups TIm” she said.  “I do them all the time.” You said.  “Really?” she said raising an eyebrow.  “Then we’re going to have to make this more challenging.” She said, walking to her closet.  She bent down giving you another fantastic view, but you looked away this time.  Faye grabbed an ankle weight and pulled out one of those one pound bags of sand that they’re packed with.  “Here do a push up with this weighing you down.”  She said, smiling.  “What?  Faye I can’t do that.”  You said.  “Hey don’t say you can’t” she said.  “Besides I am literally a professional personal trainer it is my job to push your limits and make you stronger.”  She said.  “Still, that’s like a whole pound, isn’t it?  That’s way too much isn’t it?  I weigh like a tenth of a pound.”  You say.  “Well, it’s the smallest weight I have.” she said.  She then thought for a second on how to motivate you.  “If you can do even one pushup with this on your back, I’ll give you a reward.” She said, her face getting ever so slightly red.  “What kind of reward? You asked.  “It’s probably gonna be another fart in my face or a special date with your underwear, right?” you asked sceptically.  “No this is a real reward that I hope you’ll like.” She said getting redder in the face.  You were intrigued.  “Okay I’ll do it.”  You said.  “Great” Faye said, beaming.  It was clear to you that she loved what she did for a living. She almost felt like someone else when she’s training you so focused, no tricks or pranks.  You got down in your push-up position, and she slowly placed the bean bag on you. It was bigger than you and spilled over on every side of you.  It was really heavy, but ants are famous for lifting 10x their body weight, right? You thought.  You took a deep breath and descended.  It was so heavy, but bearable you went down, almost touched you nose to the tank-top.  “Come on Tim, you can do it.”  Faye said, cheering you on.  You started the ascent.  IT was heavy, but Faye would be so happy if you could do it right? You thought.  “AAAAHHH” you said. and did the push-up.  You breathed heavily and collapsed on your chest.  Faye lifted the weight off you.  “Way to go Tim.”  She said beaming.  Your arms were sore.  Your legs were sore.  Your abs were sore.  Your everything was sore.  Though Faye didn’t show it she was sore too, while you were massaging Kim’s ass, she started working out hardcore so she could stop thinking about her feelings.  She stood up, she laid a fuzzy towel on her bed, picked you up, laid down, and laid you down on her abdomen by her belly button.  It was noticeably sweaty, but you didn’t care.  Even though she clearly had so much muscle in her abs she was still so soft, that’s the female body for you.  You thought.  Faye then reached for her protein bars and water, she broke off a piece for you and you ate it hungrily.  She then drank some water from her reusable hydro flask, and carefully poured a few drops into a thimble and placed it in her belly button as a makeshift cup holder.  You sat up and drank the water, then threw the cup on her towel.  The water was so refreshing after that workout, then you laid back down.  You were both still gasping for air, the fan was blowing cool air around you both.  “Tim listen.” Faye said.  “Uuuuugh” you answered.  “I’m sorry about what I did last night, I shouldn’t have… you know, farted on you, when you were bathing.”  She said, still breathing heavily.  “Huh?” you said, surprised at an apology.  “It was really uncool for me to do, and gross, really, really gross.” She said.  “Faye?”  you asked.  "I shouldn’t have done that to you you’re my friend and I shouldn’t have done it.  I just hated losing to Kim.  Can you forgive me?”  she asked.  You thought for a moment, this was totally out of character for her.  She’s been way too nice to me today.  You thought, but if she’s really sorry I should forgive her.  “Apology accepted” you said.  A few minutes passed in silence and you both fell asleep for a brief nap.