Jenny tries Ashtanga
by Fan of Fit




Jenny decided to try out yoga. She had been athletic as a child, even playing
field hockey at her prep school. During college though she had slacked off.
She had become a big party girl, and as a result she had become ... well a BIG
party girl. She was still a cute girl, able to land a big job in New York, but
she was one of the few in her firm that was overweight too. Many colleagues
ignored her, and she found the Manhattan dating scene much tougher than
college. It was harder to find guys to hook up with period, not to mention
most were random New Yorkers, most of them had not gone to the Ivy league nor
were they employed on wall street; they were lower class.

Early on Jenny noticed a few things about New York women that were different
than the girls she grew up with in West Virginia. Many were catty, and just
like the men, they cared more about what others thought about them than about
what they thought about themselves. Jenny did not like this. The second thing
she noticed however was that they were all hot! The Manhattan girls
especially, they constantly worked out. Jenny knew one girl named Lille, a
trader for a big bank, she worked out at least an hour and a half per day.
Lille was only about 5'4 inches tall and 105lbs, but she was super quick and
also strong. Plus she had good endurance. Jenny recalled that Lille could
sustain an 8mph pace on the treadmill for 45 minutes. Jenny liked to watch
Lille in the weight room, especially when she did stomach crunches. All of
these hot women were dating the best men in the city. Jenny decided to make a
change. She was born to succeed and have a wealthy, strong, and articulate
husband. She could also become hot and strong like the women she jealously
watched on the upper westside sidewalks. In short she could have it all.
Career, wealth, looks, maybe even a child along the way if she ever got
serious.

She joined a hot yoga class near her UWS neighborhood. Not the Bikram Yoga,
with its un-athletic and weak moves performed in scorched earth temperatures.
Rather it was ashtanga yoga in a room warmed to 90 degrees. What the real
Yoginis practiced ... not some un-athletic Hollywood yoga like Bikram. She
thought Ashtanga would be ok; after all that's the same Yoga that Madonna
practiced. Wow, was Jenny in for a surprise.

At the time Jenny weighed about 160lbs and only stood 5'4 inches. She was fat.
Along with her fatness she also was a little slow and unassured of her
footing. The first day in her class she wanted to rage. So many skinnier girls
dressed up in their tight fitting yoga outfits. The one that sat in front of
Jenny was also about 5'4, and she was only 120lbs. Jenny could have sworn
though it was all muscle. This girl had to be Jewish: dark features, defined
bones, expensive outfit. Worse for Jenny though was she was so pretty. Jenny
absolutely hated the idea that pretty girls were also athletic and tough. In
her mind, in West Virginia, pretty girls were normally just really skinny.
This Jewish girl looked like she could kick ass in a fight, and Jenny
outweighed her by 40lbs.

Jenny huffed and puffed her way through that session. Most of the moves she
could not even attempt. The hot Jewish girl though was so strong and sexy, and
Jenny liked to watch her. She realized why men desired this new breed of women
so much ... they must simply make for great lovers. They could hold themselves
in long poses, breath controlled, and they were clearly strong. The instructor
called the students into a handstand. The hot Jew moved up easily into it.
Veins in her forearms became more prominent, her six pack abs expanded and
contracted gradually. Jenny could only marvel at the long svelte figures
around her. They were all so tan and taut. Their butts fit so well in their
skin tight pants. They were strong butts. Well angled, with prominent and
defined roundness but also compact. They were the kind of butts that could
equally propel a runner to victory, or a lover to fierce ejaculation.

The girls had long strong arms. Not ultra veiny ... just a vein or two in some
cases. Really though these yogini's strong arms were just larger and firmer
than your average arm. There were plenty of skinny girls back home with skinny
arms. There were also plenty with really fat arms. These arms however were
long and strong. They were somewhat bifurcated despite being unflexed. The
biceps would flex naturally when the girls bent their arms, but not bulkily,
rather in a feminine way. The bifurcation ran the length of the arm. One could
easily tell the tricep from the bicep at any angle on the inner arm, beginning
from the elbow and reaching the shoulder. Jenny contrasted these yogini arms
with her own. Her bulk and fat hid the fact that she had lost plenty of muscle
tone since her field hockey days. In one sequence, Warrior I, she was asked to
extend her legs in a lunge position and then lift her arms straight overhead,
palms facing. Her lack of strength and flexibility was evident for all to see
as she never was able to fully extend her arms and instead hobbled back and
forth. Problem was she was looking at the girl in front. Perfect form, perfect
butt and back, perfect arms. These were the kind of arms that would be equally
suitable in a boxing or arm wrestling match, as well as holding one's body
above a lover while repeatedly bucking back and forth.

The students were asked to go into wheel pose, essentially a backbend. Ones
arms and feet remained on the floor and then the entire body would lift itself
up and out. Jenny was not attempting that move with so much sweat on her mat.
She watched the girl in front. Her boobs were firm and large, no doubt
supported by strong pectoral muscles. It was her abs though that fascinated
Jenny. They were softened now because of the position, but you could still
detect the underlying muscle tone. Also, they were not just nice in the
middle. The whole core was strong. They were wide around the sides too ...
from muscle. The ideal of old, larger hips and stomach pulled tight to
accommodate a tightfitting dress would never have worked here; the yoginis had
serious obliques that actually made their wastes larger than many other
"skinny" girls. It was still feminine and sexy. These were the kind of core
muscles that could do endless crunches or take a strong punch, as well as
support oneself in countless sex positions for hours on end.

Physically, these bodies were made for two things. To kick ass and to fuck.
What other purpose could there have been?

After the class Jenny was drenched in sweat and worn out. "Who would have
thought from a yoga class?" She went to shower, and then went to the hot tub
below to relax.

In the hot tub area the Jewish girl from class approached her. "I'm Erica.
Nice to meet you." Scanning her body quickly, "You'll get use to this place
soon enough."

"What do you mean by that?" Jenny huffed.

"Well. I noticed you struggling and also checking out some of the other girls,
including me. Its natural for a while, but you need to get over it eventually.
For one thing you are probably overwhelmed just how strong we yogis are, but
you can get there too with hard work."

Erica then patted Jenny on the stomach, causing her to catch her breath
shortly. "We'll help you lose the trash there, and there," as Erica pinched
Jenny's fat arms. "You're just a fatty aren't you?"

Shocked. Jenny said "what?"

"You heard me fatty!" Erica then tapped her in the stomach again, this time
harder, actually causing Jenny to put her arms over her stomach for
protection.

"That's right. I saw you checking me out and the others as well ... jealously.
Well here I am fatty." Erica put her arms above her head and began swaying her
strong hips and butt and tight toned abs. This whole scene would have been
funny under most circumstances, but Jenny was feeling scared.

Erica then pushed her into the hot tub. The fat Jenny landed with a huge
splash and struggled to gain her bearings. Now crying she looked up at Erica.

"Bitch!" Jenny cried. Erica stood over her laughing. Her strong arms and
stomach. Her cut and beautiful face and long neck. Her strong butt taut and
affirmed. Her calves like bulging stones on her legs, keeping her feet
assuredly planted on the tiles. She laughed, "You know I could kill your weak
sloppy ass if I so desired. Now don't be so arrogant next time as to choose
the most challenging yoga for your first session. You need years of training
to lose your blubber and get strong like me." She then walked off smiling and
laughing, leaving Jenny completely dejected. Jenny resolved in her own mind to
work towards revenge.