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Today was the day, Jason had finally worked up the courage to visit the shared-size gym after a test run at a friend's personal gym. His form was made proper with that friend's help, and now it was time to go and get himself in shape for his health's sake.And to help find a girl of course, as his buddy sussed out in no time.

With shorts ending just barely above his knee and a comfortably loose, gray t-shirt, alongside his slightly scuffed black tennis shoes, he was off. He was determined to keep his confidence strong throughout this trip. Unfortunately, Wednesday was the worst day for that and he hadn't been around this shared gym enough to know that the local meathead macros were out in force during the middle of the week.

He hustled through the subterranean lot and out of a sturdy hatch to climb up a long set of stairs inlaid in the wall with a high railing that led to the raised platform where all sorts of gym equipment rested. Such a long set of stairs left him somewhat winded by the time he finally reached the top, so he took a moment to lean on the railing marking the edge of the platform, oblivious to the caution markings.

A distant, chuckling trio caught sight of the fresh meat and strode over without a second's hesitation, their eyes locked on some easy prey. A tigress with shoulders that marked her as a swimmer, a female canine of mixed breed with a runner's body, and a bulky shark fella with a tight headband and an even tighter tank top. He stood half a head taller than his already high-rise-sized friends.

“Hey there shrimp, tired already?" He called out half the gym away, letting just about everyone there hear him.

Jason clammed up immediately, gripping the railing tight and cursing under his breath before standing up as tall as he could to meet them head on. His attempt would be met with a face full of whiskers as the tigress closed the distance in the time he spent gathering his courage. A puff of hot breath right from her pursed lips would make him stagger back, but not quite knock him down as she jeered. “Oooh it looks like the newbie here is a fighter!"

He stood tall again and crossed his arms to stare her right in her fiery eyes. With the most sure voice he could manage, he replied. “I'm just here to get my workout in. I don't want any t-trouble." His bravado slipped right at the end, knees shaking for a split second.

The mottled muzzle of the canine would hover above then, one eye squinting down at him. “You picked the wrong day for that, hun~" Her voice was raspier than he expected, and her breath carried the scent of alcohol with it.

Jason took a deep breath to collect himself before turning and heading towards the curling bar rack. For a moment the canine looked ready to snatch him up for ignoring her, but her friends stopped her from doing something too rash, opting to scoff and walk away with her instead.

He was shaken, but kept his cool well enough as he started with heavier weights than he initially planned, hoping the added difficulty would take his mind off of the bullying. Once his arms were feeling the burn, he'd move onto some core exercises, and when his abs felt good and worked, his legs were next.

Finally, it was time for a break, he grabbed one of the many waiting water bottles the gym provided for its members and sipped from it while taking a seat, watching others get through their own workouts. He kept his eyes from drifting to the macro portion of the gym though, afraid that he might lock eyes with one of the earlier three and attract their ire again.

That hope would be in vain though as the three came back into the gym with a ruckus, the largest of them definitely more drunk than would be safe in any gym, let alone a shared one. “Where's that squirt at?!"

Jason stood up immediately and started on a fast but inconspicuous walk along the back of the smaller raised platform, hoping to stay hidden from the belligerent shark until he was in the stairwell and impossible to snatch. But as he broke into a run for the last little bit of distance, a dark chuckle would reach his ears as a shadow formed over him. He froze in place, bracing and wincing preemptively.

There would be no grab though as an even larger shark shoulder checked the drunk aside, sending him stumbling onto a knee. “Hey, minnow." This one's voice was new, and husky as could be. He relaxed for a moment and hazarded a glance up, but rather than looking at her face, he was staring right at her breasts. Good god she was massive. As wide as the biggest macro he'd ever seen but somehow taller and with the defined bulk to match.

He couldn't help but gawk as his eyes traveled up to eventually meet hers, practically shining blue as she loomed high above without even trying. He was expecting the kind of coloration that would mark her as a great white, but the yellow-orange and bright gray she sported marked her as a lemon shark of beyond prodigious size. “Come here, before these chumps decide to make me lay them out." She offered him a hand the size of a driveway, palm up.

The lone human shakily stepped forward and climbed aboard before his knees locked up, making him crawl the rest of the way into her palm. Just in time too as the other two bullies latched onto the shoulders of his savior. Everything lurched upwards before turning upside down as he was lifted up to her chest, then a plap sounded out as she clapped her hand against the top of her tits, sending him deep between them. With that hand free, she could hoist each of the dangerously drunk girls off of her shoulders and escort them outside, their male friend following behind with his hands around his face, trying to hide it.

Jason only barely had time to get half a breath in before being shoved between this massive shark's monstrous mammaries, leaving him with no room to squirm due to how tight-fitting her sports bra was. All he could manage was a few scoots towards the bottom of her boobs before his already tired muscles refused to obey him any longer. His head peeked free, stuck in the hot confines of the small space between the bottom of her breasts and the form-fitting bottom of her bra. The lack of breath and energy paired with the overload of heat and excitement had put him into a daze by the time she disposed of the troublesome trio. And when she reached the staff's locker room to check on him, he was out like a light, but still breathing deeply and steadily.

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Jason finally woke again with a groan, sitting up on a softly padded and strangely warm surface. He looked up and around to see the markings of a neat bedroom. Dark yellow curtains to one side and a sandalwood folding door to the other, open just enough for him to spot a clothes hamper inside.

As he started to stand, the ground under him slowly rose up to a peak before gently lowering back down. He stared down at the bright gray for a moment, lost in thought until a distant chuckle behind him and a quaking of that surface confirmed his suspicion.

“Welcome back to the land of the living little dude." The sharkess that rescued him shifted ever so slightly, propping her head a bit further up on her arms to get a better look at today's catch.

Jason blanched with her voice but would quickly reign in that initial reaction with a few deep breaths before shakily rising to his feet in the center of her washboard abs. With just that little bit of extra height, it was much easier to recognize where he was. “Ah y-yeah that's right… I blacked out in there."

“In where?" She asked with a smirk, eyes locked on his over the mound her chest formed between them.

He wanted to look away, a mix of embarrassment and shame welling up, but then he remembered why he stood his ground earlier. With a deep breath, puffing up his chest, he'd answer firmly. “In your bra."

One of her brows rose as her smirk opened up. He was right, but that certainly wasn't how she expected him to respond. “Wo-how! That's a strong answer!"

Jason blanked for a moment, realizing just how silly he looked, but decided to double down. “That's right! And I plan on revisiting that gym regularly despite those three turds!"

Her smirk shifted into a small smile with a respectful nod. “That's some commendable determination, especially since that was your first day. I recognize all of the regulars."

“Well…" His chest deflated. “Yeah today was my first, but it went pretty well in the end."

“I'd say so too, you finished your workout and got grabbed up by one of the staff before that bully could get to you. I'm glad I could do my job and toss those punks outside." She calmly brought a hand down to rest beside him on her stomach, its index finger extended further than the rest as if offering it for a shake.

The arm-sized claw that tipped that finger was worrying despite its blunt tip; she must've blunted them on purpose as he looked over the other claws, all but the first as sharp as they should be. He took a step towards it and gave it a double-handed shake that she returned with that digit as gently as she could. “I'm J-Jason, it's nice to meet you…"

“Lara, and it's nice to meet you too, cutie~" That hand would shift behind him the moment he finished the shake. Out of his sight, it would turn palm-up and gently bump its edge against the back of his legs.

Jason recognized the gesture and accepted the scoop up, but her huge hand had a steeper slope into its palm than he expected, sending him tumbling a short way as she sat up. He quickly righted himself and acted as if that tumble never happened as she brought him up to eye level. “Lara as in Lara Croft or as in Lair-ah?"

She scoffed at the question but an amused grin crept onto her face. “Lair-ah. I've heard of that Croft lady before, but I don't know much about her."

He squinted at her for a moment, wondering if she was just trying to mess with him. After a moment, he put on a cheeky smile and shrugged. “I don't either, but I've heard of her a few times too."

She squinted back, her brows lifting to make her doubt plenty clear before she stood up and started towards the bathroom attached to her bedroom, fighting a smile.

He turned to see where they were headed and was confused for a moment before a distant scent hit his nose. It was warm and… spiced? It sent a tingle across his scalp with just that tiny whiff. The closing of the bathroom door behind them brought him back to the present as he nervously asked. “What are w-we doing in here?"

He turned around as he asked his question, and was met with a wide open mouth, three rows of razor sharp teeth, some with clean edges and others looking jagged with no discernable pattern. She exhaled the moment she heard him gasp in shock, and the wave of hot, humid breath knocked him onto his rear.

Lara closed her mouth and let her tongue slide out so it could glide across her lips before answering. “To make you squirt, bud~"

He scooted back in her hand until his back hit her thumb, keeping him in her palm as he looked up to meet her eyes. They were half-lidded and more full of lust than any pair of peepers he'd ever seen before, even in pornos. “Wh-what?"

“Don't act so coy, just slip out of those clothes and let Lara treat you to the best time you've ever had with a mouth. Or would you rather I knead you between my tits?" Her tone was almost too sultry.

Jason couldn't help but tilt his head at her word choice. The strange mix of natural charm and brutish lust ended up confusing him. His loins were already firmly decided though as his pants tented. “I-I uh… I…"

“I could always undress you in my mouth instead. I almost tied a bow with a cherry stem once!" She beamed

“N-No! I've g-got it!" He removed his shirt first before almost tripping over himself while taking his pants off, his shoes coming off with them before he finally removed his undies.

She pinched the messy pile of clothing in her palm between her other hand's finger and thumb before setting it on the bathroom sink. “There we go, nice and nude. Now should I suckle on you like a piece of candy? Or do you want to set the pace?"

He couldn't help but shiver with her question. But she gave him some hope of maintaining at least a little bit of control over the situation. “You'll let me set the pace?"

“Hmmm…" She squinted down to him again, turning her head and bringing him extra close to one discerning eye. He was blushing up a storm and showing her a nervous smile. “For as long as you can keep your composure, sure."

“Then let's get to it!" Jason announced, trying to psych himself up with a few fist pumps while she set the edge of her hand just a tiny bit below her bottom lip.

“Go ahead Slimjim~" She pursed her lips for him, a wicked smile curling up on the edges of his vision, her snout looming ahead and even slightly above as he approached.

They were thicker than he expected as both hands sunk into her top lip all the way to the wrist. And the warmth… it was so comforting… and oddly calming. His scalp tingled, the back of his neck filling with goosebumps as his cock twitched just inches from the tight entrance to her mouth that she held ready for him. But the plush surface and wonderful warmth demanded that he simply fall against her lips with a hug.

So that's exactly what he did, closing the distance and pressing his entire front half against her. He hugged her upper lip tight while his pride slipped between her lips with an approving snort from the nostrils overhead, buffeting him with hot air. Her hands gripped the edge of the faucet and squeezed it tight as she resisted the urge to simply suck him in.

Lara couldn't help but hum in delight with the tiny hug, her chest feeling light and her loins loosening, aching for something, or someone, to fill them. But she didn't want to drown her catch.

He wasn't resisting his own urges nearly as well though. His hips worked on their own, slowly rocking back, then forward again, resulting in a slow rhythm of plap… plop… schlap. And that hum added a slight vibration to her snout, taking advantage of the soft warmth to make his knees start to wobble from the intense urges to bust between her lips or flop against them for a nap.

She waited for the right time to strike, listening to his little breaths, growing quicker and deeper as the opposite desires tugged at him. Then he gasped as one of his thrusts went just a bit further, all the way to the hilt.

That exact moment is when Lara let her lips claim him, pressing against each other and sucking ever so slightly before separating with a loud. “Mwah!"

His gasp turned into a shuddering inhale as her mouth opened before him, giving him a glimpse at a sea of pointed teeth and a greedy tongue, hungry for him. His eyes flew open wide, his cock surged, and he let out a yelp as her lips smooched together on his entire midsection, forcing him to wheeze out a breath as they pressed together, sliding along his stomach and thighs until they met with his whole package caught in between.

Jason was breathless as she schlucked a climax out of him with ease, his pride caught mid pulse and milked with an insistent schlap-schuck! Plap-smish! His arms fell limp and his knees buckled fully, leaving him suspended by the grip her lips had on his groin for a split second before a mighty suck sent him further beyond them.

He was bent over backwards, the last thing he could see being a corner of her smile opening up into a toothy grin as her tongue escorted him over the certain doom of her chompers and into the unstoppable whirlpool of pleasure waiting just beyond.

His limbs were slow to obey him as he sluggishly turned onto his front in the humid cave she trapped him in, lungs heaving. He had only a precious few seconds to take in his surroundings before the tongue that cradled him fucked him for all he had.

Lara listened to his panting and savored every little slide of his legs and arms against her most dexterous muscle. She shivered with delight as he desperately called out. “L-Lara?! Is this safe?"

Her tongue slowly lifted him up to the roof of her mouth, gently pinning him in place like a wet, fleshy mattress so she could hum out. “Mmhmm~"

Then its tip slid down to focus right on his crotch, putting some unbelievable dexterity on display as it tossed his balls onto either side of it, stroking his shaft and smothering his whole crotch at the same time. He lost a second load of cum in seconds as time seemed to slow, his mind melting as her tongue's tip shifted to make him wheeze out a breath just in time to grind against his groin all over again, and again, and again…

The wet warmth, soft surface, and deep engulfing of wherever her tongue focused made every other sensation fade, except for the almost violent focus on his pride. Waves of pleasure pulsed out from his groin in tune with her tongue's ministrations. He couldn't provide nearly as much seed as Lara's lust yearned for, and he didn't have the energy to last long enough anyway after today's workout.

The last things he could remember as unconsciousness took him was a content sigh from his savior turned mistress followed by an echoing gulp!

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Lara would finally stand up straight again and let the stranger turned toyfriend slide from her tongue to her palm, coated in shark saliva. “Damn… He's even tastier than I expected." She mused to herself before turning and strolling to her dresser, where she fetched a pair of panties to place on her nightstand and tuck the lucky little dude into before she headed to the shower for some relief of her own.

He wouldn't be waking up for quite a while after a draining like that, but when he did, she'd be waiting to greet him all over again.