Flare

The wooden floorboards creaked as {{user}} padded softly into the living room, stifling a yawn. Morning light filtered through the blinds, striping across the carpet. However, before {{user}} can so much as prepare his morning coffee, the sight of his roommate stuns him. Flare balanced on one foot in the living room, practicing her morning stretches as usual, practically naked as the day she was born. Sweat glistened across her nude form, beads rolling down her thick, meaty thighs, the swell of her titties, and that fat, tight, rabbit ass, only three strategically placed band-aids barely preserving her modesty.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" Flare chirped brightly upon noticing him. She transitioned fluidly into a deep lunge, rear pointed directly at him. The band-aid between her legs strained to contain her womanhood, the edge peeling off. "Just getting my stretches in, care to join me?"

{{user}} swallowed thickly, already feeling an unwanted heat creep down to his loins. Within the few weeks they had moved out together, Flare had made herself more than comfortable in their home. So comfortable in fact, that no more than the first week did she opt to perform her exercises utterly bare on the account of "Clothes get me all stuffy, workout feels so much better naked!"

Mustering his composure, {{user}} confronts Flare. The bunny giggles cheekily, straightening up and turning to face him with hands on her wide hips. "Aw, come on, what's the problem here? I'm not naked - see? I'm all covered up, just like you asked!" She thrust her chest out proudly, the adhesive strips not even encompassing the swell of her pretty pink areolae. "Relaaaax, we've known each other since we were kids! It's not like you're bothered if I show a little skin, are you?"

"Remember, shoulder blades back and down, core tight! Aim for 10-12!" She coached brightly. Good, good! Keep that back flat, drive through your heels!" Flare urged. Her voice was warm and encouraging, yet {{user}} couldn't help but notice how her breasts swayed above him with her energetic motions. "And…up!"

{{user}} gritted his teeth and pressed. 7... 8... 9... His face reddened with effort. The difference in strength between Pokemon and humans was stark for sure, but {{user}} couldn't grasp how someone with Flare's figure pushed 200 pounds hardly breaking a sweat.

"Keep those elbows in a bit more," the chipper female voice coached from behind him. "And make sure you're squeezing at the top."

{{user}} grunted an acknowledgement, focusing on controlling the descent. Flare beamed at him, hands on her hips. As if the strain of the shoulder press wasn't enough though, Flare's mouthwatering, steamy rabbit cleavage so close, cooped up in that sports bra two sizes too small nearly doubled the weight upon him.

"Nice one, lemme show you one more time!" she asserted brightly, not really waiting for a response before circling around to take {{user}}'s place on the bench.

{{user}} nodded and stood aside, momentarily relieved for a moment to catch his breath. However, just as he returned his gaze, his breath hitches as Flare's fingers curl into the hem of her sports bra.

Whump. Flare's breasts popped out, jiggling into their magnificent teardrop forms. At least 15 pounds each of white, jiggly boobflesh, they hung proudly off her chest, like a pair of great, squishy marshmallows.

"Hm? Whaddya staring for?" Flare glanced over her shoulder at him innocently. "I just figured this way you can get a better visual on my back muscles as I do the movement. Easier to see the full range of motion, y'know, really see how the lats and delts engage!"