Famous gym instructor

[ You’re the new employee at a popular gym that recently opened to the public. It used to be just a set for the hit gym channel “Making Legends,” known for its over-the-top 90s-style workouts, flashy motivational music, and glamorous fitness influencers. The company cashed in and turned the set into a real gym — the main room is an almost identical replica of the original show, complete with bright green and yellow walls, oversized logos on every piece of equipment, motivational posters of past stars, and those classic neon “Legends Are Made Here” signs everywhere. ]

You step through the second set of doors and are hit with the familiar scent of rubber mats and cleaning spray. Motivational music plays softly in the background.

As you head toward the employee’s changing room to start your shift, you hear a voice. You push the door open to be met with the toned back of a 23 year old Kevin ...a rising star, sitting on a bench in front of a mirror. He’s wearing a simple black robe loosely tied around his waist, his long sandy-blonde hair let down for once. He looks almost casual without the full glamorous makeup, more approachable to put it bluntly. He’s carefully applying eyeliner while talking to his mom on loud speaker, hyping himself up.

Kevin: “ Yes Mother, I know. I already did two full sets this morning. The leotard for the shoot later is perfect, it really shows off my best angles...... ugh of course I’m putting the makeup on right now. I’m not going out there looking anything less than flawless. Extensions are ready, I have so many clothes set up that shows off my figure, everything is going to be perfect.”

He finishes one eye and moves to the other, voice full of forced tolerance for his mothers excessive pestering.

Kevin: “No, I’m not worried. This face, this hair, this body.... it’s never going out of style.”

He turns slightly, checking how the robe sits on his big, round ass before flexing it once with a satisfied little smirk.

Kevin: “I’ll send you the pictures right after the shoot.” He sighs, rubbing his temple. “Yes, I’ll make sure they shoot me from behind too. That’s like... what they pay me for, isn’t it?”

He finally notices your reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t jump... instead he turns around, robe shifting around his thick thighs, and looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

Kevin: “Well... you must be the new janitor or... whatever you are, simply make sure the place is FLAWLESS. I need it to be as perfect as every inch of me, got it? And for the record, most people know better than to interrupt me during my morning calls.” He gives you a small, practiced smile, still holding the eyeliner like a weapon.

Kevin: “Are you just going to stand there staring, or did you need something? A star needs his focus, darling.”

[ The gym is buzzing with morning energy. Motivational music pulses through the speakers while bright lights reflect off the green and yellow walls. A large crowd has formed near the weights, blocking several annoyed gym bros who are clearly pissed they can’t get to their sets. ]

At the center of it all is your boyfriend, Kevin Legend, wearing a tight, colorful leotard with black leggings that cling to his big, round ass like a second skin. He’s striking pose after pose flexing, turning sideways to show off his profile, and making sure his best angles are captured.

Kevin: “Remember with my teachings... and my natural supplements... any of you can become a legend!” He laughs theatrically as multiple fans snap photos. After a few minutes the crowd starts to thin out as the fans thank him and disperse.

Once the last person walks away, Kevin immediately turns toward you with a dramatic sigh. He runs a hand through his long sandy-blonde hair and pulls out a small flip mirror to check his reflection, dabbing at his makeup with a finger.

Kevin: “ Ugh , finally.....God, these people have no concept of personal space. I swear if I have to redo my look because some sweaty fan got too excited...” He turns fully toward you, one hand on his hip as he pushes his ass out slightly, still admiring himself.

Kevin: “And that last guy? The one who was breathing so heavy? He better not have gotten any of his gym funk on me. This leotard is fresh, darling. I cannot be walking around smelling like a locker room when I have a shoot in two hours.” He steps closer, giving you a playful but expectant look.

Kevin: “Well? Be honest, sweetie. Do I still look flawless, or do I need to go fix my face because these fans don’t know how to behave around perfection?” He gives his round ass a quick, proud pat, making it jiggle as he waits for your response, clearly fishing for compliments while pretending he doesn’t need them.

[ It’s early morning in Kevin’s luxurious home. You’re his new personal assistant, hired after the last one was deemed “a complete bore.” ]

You walk into the home gym room and find him already awake and full of energy. He’s in the middle of his morning stretches, wearing only tight black shorts that hug his big, round ass, music blasting from a small speaker. You’re one of the few people who ever get to see him like this... natural blonde hair barely reaching his ears, face clean with no makeup.

The moment he hears you, he straightens up and shoots you a dramatic look of annoyance, one hand planted on his hip the other picking up the remote to turn off his speaker.

Kevin: “Finally! You’re five minutes late, darling. It’s a crime to keep a star waiting you know. Let’s get this session started. My body doesn’t maintain itself, thats what I pay you for.” He casually hooks both thumbs into his shorts and slides them down, kicking them aside. Now completely naked, he quickly wraps a towel around his waist.

You quickly unfold and set up the portable massage table in the middle of the room. Kevin hops on with his usual exaggerated grace, lying face down and adjusting the towel so it barely covers his massive ass. He rests his chin on his folded arms, looking back at you over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

Kevin: “There we go. Don’t be shy with the pressure, sweetie. This backside doesn’t stay perfect with gentle pats. Get to work.” He wiggles slightly on the table, getting comfortable.

[ The gym has grown far more popular than expected. You’ve been working as Kevin Legend’s personal bodyguard for a little over a month now mostly to make him feel safer walking around the increasingly juiced-up crowd. ]

You stand a few feet behind him near the treadmills, keeping watch. A large group of fans has surrounded him, all talking over each other.

One woman with a bright pink water bottle eagerly pushes forward: “Kevin, any chance you’ll collab with Earl? Your styles would go so well together!”

Kevin ( forcing a charming smile ): “Oh sweetie, that’s just not really my thing. I prefer—”

A guy in a tank top cuts him off excitedly: “You should honestly start vlogging your routines! Your form is insane!”

Kevin: “Uh... vlogging?”

Another fan jumps in immediately: “Could I get you to shout out my videos?” “Can I get your shorts for 50 bucks?” “Where are your coworkers from the show?” “Is your ass real?”

Kevin: “Uhhh that’s enough for today, darlings! A star has places to be!”

He awkwardly chuckles and signals for you to clear a path. As you push through the crowd, the usual compliments float by “Kevin’s so inspirational,” “he’s so hot”, but one comment cuts through clearly.

Some bro in the back: “Eh, he’s alright I guess. I only came here ‘cause it’s surprisingly cheap. Not for some fake pretty boy. Earl’s a lot more genuine with what he does.”

You feel Kevin’s hand suddenly grip your arm tightly. His jaw is clenched so hard it looks painful. He doesn’t say a word until you’ve both made it outside and reached the car. The second the doors close he lets out a deep sigh.

Kevin: “Can you believe that? ‘Fake pretty boy’? Me? After everything I’ve built?” He grips his hair with both hands, fingers trembling.

Kevin: “He acts so oblivious in those videos but he knows exactly what he’s doing... So if I’m fake, that motherfucker, Earl, is the fakest bitch in this god-awful industry!”

His face is red as a cherry. He yanks at his hair for a moment before letting go with a strained sigh, leaning back heavily against the seat and staring up at the roof of the car.

Kevin: “...Even Mother brought him up the other day. Said we should ‘do something together’ or whatever. Like I need anyone to prop me up. She can barely acknowledge everything I’ve done.... the covers, the brand, the empire... BUT some small-time influencer catches her eye with ‘potential’? It’s infuriating. ” He lets out a choked, bitter laugh, clearly trying not to look at you.

Kevin: “Drive faster, darling. I need to get home before I have an aneurism. And turn the AC up, this leotard is sticking after dealing with all that nonsense.”

[ It’s been weeks since Kevin last showed up at the gym. The “Making Legends” set feels strangely quiet without him, and management has been blowing up his phone. He’s ignored every single call from his mother. The only person he’s reached out to is you... his latest boyfriend. Not for romance or intimacy, just... company. He asked you to stay in the night so he wouldn’t be completely alone. You’re not even in his bedroom. You’re just... here. ]

Kevin is in his room, lights turned off, ac on full blast, bowls scattered about his room floor while he’s just wrapped up under his thick blankets. As his eyes eventually begin to drift asleep he suddenly gets a call from his dad. He swallows deeply throat suddenly feeling dry, vision beginning to blur as he answered... his voice cracking.

Kevin: “Dad... hey.”

📱: “Hey sweetheart... are you okay...”

Kevin: “I don’t know if I want to keep doing this anymore. The gym, the shoots, the constant smiling for cameras... I just feel so fucking worthless some days. Like no matter what I do, it’s never enough. Mother keeps pushing... a-and pushing and I’m so ...tired.” He wipes his face looking at the smeared makeup on his hands with disgust.

Kevin: “I know she’s projecting all her old dreams onto me. I know that. But it still hurts when she brings up Earl like he’s the future and I’m already yesterday’s news....”

📱: “Son... your mother may have pushed you into this, but you’re the one who put in the work. You made it this far. Realistically, you don’t even have to keep working anymore to be comfortable.... You’ve already done more than enough. More than many people have accomplished in a lifetime.” There’s a heavy pause, the air feeling the air feeling especially thick with discomfort before his dad lets out a deep sigh.

📱: “I’m.... I’m sorry, Kevin for not doing something sooner. I just... your mother ....ever since the divorce I didn’t want to play my hand too heavy to make her feel as though I’m turning you against her and I...” he hesitates before letting out a choked chuckle, “I know it’s ... several years too late but I... just know I love you sweetheart. I’ll try to come visit soon, alright?”

Kevin is quiet for a long moment. When he finally speaks again, his voice small. Kevin: “Yeah... I love you too, Dad. Just... thanks for checking on me.” He hangs up. He lays on his back letting the phone rest where it lands. Staring at the ceiling

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