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"Star I haven't seen you since your haircut, that's a nice butch haircut for my little muscle dyke."

"Huff...huff... long hair was too much upkeep."

"Ah but you used to love your hair, I've seen your old Instagram pictures."

"It was...huff... getting greasy."

"Legs getting tired?"

"Nno, I can do this all day."

"Thanks to us."

"I'm the one doing all the work."

"Aren't we doing everything we promised to help you obtain your body goals?"

"You gave me these goals!"

"Well they're still your goals. Don't you appreciate us? Don't you love your gym?"

"Y-yes. I love my gym."

"Then why the 1-star review?"

"Y- you do something to our minds. You make us want to become degusting, sweat huffing nymphos! You made me like girls, and you still make me fuck you."

"You realize putting that in a review will make new customers less likely to join us right? I'm genuinely asking. Some girls on the dyke routine have their IQ lowered too. We love our big dumb lesbians."

"Huff...huff...huff I know! I don't want anyone else to come here, so you can change them!"

"You don't want us to help other girls achieve their goals, and live healthy lives?"

"They can find, other huff...huff... gym."

"Star I think we might have you on that brain drian routine afterall. If you drive other girls away, it's just that many less sweaty shoes you get to shove your face in. I saw you in the locker room, yesterday crawling around like a dog, snuffling around. We still have empty lockers, all lockers that could be stocked with some sweaty bimbo's nasty shoes. Don't you want that?"

*Whine Whine*

"Be a good girl Sky, answer your trainer."

"It's wrong."

"Do you regret joining the gym?"

"No."

"Do you hate being a subby dyke with a foot fetish?"

"No, I love it."

"Would you rather go back to one of your clubs to ingest more poison into your body, and find a dick to fuck. Or work on your body here with us?"

"I want to stay here."

"Then give us a 5 star review."

"I can't! Huff...huff. It's wrong. I'm a lost cause, but I can't let you do this to anyone else."

*Sigh*

"I'm sorry."

"What are you thinking about right now?"

"My thighs burn... and my armpits are driving me crazy."

"Twenty more minutes."

*Whine*

"Or you can remove your review, and I'll let you go now."

"Sigh... no pain no gain."

Description
"Star I haven't seen you since your haircut, that's a nice butch haircut for my little muscle dyke."

"Huff...huff... long hair was too much upkeep."

"Ah but you used to love your hair, I've seen your old Instagram pictures."

"It was...huff... getting greasy."

"Legs getting tired?"

"Nno, I can do this all day."

"Thanks to us."

"I'm the one doing all the work."

"Aren't we doing everything we promised to help you obtain your body goals?"

"You gave me these goals!"

"Well they're still your goals. Don't you appreciate us? Don't you love your gym?"

"Y-yes. I love my gym."

"Then why the 1-star review?"

"Y- you do something to our minds. You make us want to become degusting, sweat huffing nymphos! You made me like girls, and you still make me fuck you."

"You realize putting that in a review will make new customers less likely to join us right? I'm genuinely asking. Some girls on the dyke routine have their IQ lowered too. We love our big dumb lesbians."

"Huff...huff...huff I know! I don't want anyone else to come here, so you can change them!"

"You don't want us to help other girls achieve their goals, and live healthy lives?"

"They can find, other huff...huff... gym."

"Star I think we might have you on that brain drian routine afterall. If you drive other girls away, it's just that many less sweaty shoes you get to shove your face in. I saw you in the locker room, yesterday crawling around like a dog, snuffling around. We still have empty lockers, all lockers that could be stocked with some sweaty bimbo's nasty shoes. Don't you want that?"

*Whine Whine*

"Be a good girl Sky, answer your trainer."

"It's wrong."

"Do you regret joining the gym?"

"No."

"Do you hate being a subby dyke with a foot fetish?"

"No, I love it."

"Would you rather go back to one of your clubs to ingest more poison into your body, and find a dick to fuck. Or work on your body here with us?"

"I want to stay here."

"Then give us a 5 star review."

"I can't! Huff...huff. It's wrong. I'm a lost cause, but I can't let you do this to anyone else."

*Sigh*

"I'm sorry."

"What are you thinking about right now?"

"My thighs burn... and my armpits are driving me crazy."

"Twenty more minutes."

*Whine*

"Or you can remove your review, and I'll let you go now."

"Sigh... no pain no gain."