Posting Her Way to the Stars

The gym was empty, even for a Tuesday afternoon. Sheila welcomed the smaller crowd size for privacy, even as she recognized that there's a certain kind of privacy in large crowds as well. The kind of privacy that comes with being an anonymous face in a sea of unfamiliar faces. She'd been trying to be more disciplined about recording her lifts lately to post fitness-related content on a regular schedule, not that fitness was necessarily even her niche. She was less of an influencer if she was being honest with herself, and more like someone who built their identity around becoming who the public believed would succeed at the Academy online in very public spaces. That being said, the algorithm did reward a certain degree of regularity, and her fitness content had been outperforming the rest of her daily and weekly vlog type content.

Like most people vying for an invitation for selection camp to secure a seat at the Academy, Sheila's life had followed a certain trajectory -- excellence in academics all through secondary school, an emphasis on civil engineering in a broadly maths and sciences based-curriculum. Because university was free, she was able to take a full five years to max out her eligibility to compete on her team for the regional and global championships in volleyball for four years, becoming co-captain her last year and guiding them to a 9-1-2 season, one of the best in decades. Because she had to wrap up some general education and liberal arts requirements, she decided to spend her fifth year of eligibility as a walk-on on the coed handball team so she could really take advantage of the lighter course load to create more content and grow her brand before signing off social media for the six months at selection and the following nine at the Academy. More important, she was using this time to prepare for the rigors of what Selection would be like, and handball gave her the freedom to specialize on her training while keeping her connected to a community. Practices were skills-based and only once during the week and once during the weekend, so she often found herself in the gym for sometimes hours at a clip.

Today, she saw one of her former TA's, Ms. Simmons at one of the stationary bike machines. Like a lot of the teaching staff that assisted at university, Ms. Simmons split her time between university assignments and shorter deployments in low-orbit. One of the advantages of being an instructor is that less time was required than your average citizen of low-orbit deployments, and most were directly related to her research. Still, she enjoyed having a real atmosphere and gravity that didn't unnaturally act on you harder the closer to the floor you got. She smiled and gestured briefly towards her former instructor, and set up her tripod and began her workout. Over the course of her warm-up sets and some mobility drills, she shed her pump cover and over-sized tee, revealing a matching pair of high-waisted shorts and a cropped sports top. She caught Ms. Simmons glancing quickly over at her between sets a few times and fired back a smile the one time their eyes seemed to actually fix on each other, and didn't think much of it.

Over the next several weeks, life flew by at its normal clip -- Sheila's days were filled with her studies, engaging with followers, editing content, running countless miles to build her conditioning and her body's cardiovascular abilities and heat-tolerance, studying for her entrance exams, which were just as much a grueling measure of physical endurance as they were mental fortitude, problem solving ability, and emotional regulation. This, all balanced with an on-again-off-again relationship with Joshua, or JoshP as he was known to his followers. Like Sheila, he positioned himself as an accidental influencer, but unlike Sheila, he had very carefully crafted everything about his persona, down to his one-on-one interactions with people. When he was Joshua, he was insecure, he was petty, he was struggling with a lot of internalized homophobia, and he was hollow. JoshP, who Sheila had gotten to know first, was a world-class swimmer, a talented linguist and a combat medic who had been deployed in active warzones. He was already in his first year at Academy, and on his first trip home to Oceana confessed to being unfaithful to her several times with other men in his peer group and presented a series of increasingly untethered and self-loathing justifications for it. Which, had she not spent the last year with him, might have fooled her. Even if he was bisexual and this was some sort of awakening that needed to happen for him, she could look past the revelations of infidelity if it was paired with remorse, or at the very least, an acknowledgement of harm caused. Like honestly picturing her relatively tame and vanilla boyfriend who never went down on her and insisted on keeping the lights off on his knees, sucking dick after dick and taking load after load, was really kind of a turn-on and this could have been a turning point for so many things in their relationship and they could have explored the possibility of maybe opening up their relationship ethically. Instead, he doubled down on the homophobic attacks on his other peer group members, including one of her own friends. As easily as she socially distanced herself from him after this betrayal, the harder it was to physically distance herself from him, at least when he wasn't at the Academy.

On several occasions she found herself picking up his drunk face dials at 2 in the morning and found herself regretfully collecting her dignity off the floor and evicting her "u up?" guest. Each encounter left her progressively less satisfied -- during the last one he had managed to make himself accidentally cum inside his jeans from friction while dry-humping her leg like a dog and rubbing the outside of her labia over her panties. She waited until he was well asleep and got in the shower, using the pulsing movable showerhead to bring herself to a badly needed climax and to rinse the smell of IPA and desperation off her leg.

Tuesday morning she found herself actively talking with Ms. Simmons, who insisted on being called by her first name Jane at the end of their workout, and they decided to extend their conversation by doing twenty minutes on the treadmill together. Sheila grabbed her towel and dropped trou and walked into the sauna, where Jane was already sitting on the lower bench, also wrapped in only a towel. The district where Selection camp was hosted happened to be particularly hostile, featuring desert highs during the day in direct sun and alpine desert lows at night. Cover, hydration, and heat tolerance were directly linked to survival. They continued talking about Jane's upcoming deployment -- she was excited for the chance to do some meaningful research.

"The great thing about this grant is how open-ended it is. Like with the data set that we've already paid for and the stats program that the university licenses the rest can be done remotely from anywhere in this sector of the galaxy. Direct to payroll, direct to benefits. Consultants too."

"Consultants?" Sheila asked, re-adjusting her towel. She wanted to get up on the second bench, which was usually ten to fifteen degrees warmer, but that meant sliding up next to and past Jane. "Like actual consultants within your field or are you saying you have the flexibility to hire contract workers?"

"Well, both. We've got a large enough budget that we can actually get some meaningful work done that we're staffed and resourced for it. Hell we've got more than enough room for one more co-author credit, do you want a part of it?"

"Would I go on deployment with you?" Sheila asked. It took considerable effort to not acknowledge that she noticed that Jane's towel, which had gone from a state of being precariously secured, had completely unraveled from her shoulders, exposing both of her fully breasts.

"Well I don't about deployment yet but lets let you finish your credits and the rest of this season, yeah?"

"How did you know about handball?" Sheila asked, surprised that her former instructor kept up with her after she wasn't in her class anymore.

"You think I don't follow you on socials? Listen, how about this. We'll bill you as a contractor and give you a title credit -- Health and Safety Consultant and if you can train me through the next deployment, and then if you want to stay on and like working with me we can bring you on as a real co-author." Jane looked up at Sheila backwards at an awkward angle to ensure they could make eye contact, but even then it was clear that Sheila's gaze barely left Jane's sweaty breasts, except to blush and briefly meet her gaze again. "We're already in the gym together at the same time, I'll help you film and tag along. We can get a feel for each other's working style in a situation closer than the classroom."

Sheila had never really considered her fitness advice worth charging for, and she was still having trouble processing this offer so she just began to stutter, "Do... Do... Do... we have..." before Jane cut her off.

"Is it warmer up there? I think I'm going to come join you. I want that really dry heat," in standing up, she completely let her towel slip off totally revealing her form. She neatly halved and quartered the towel and sat down totally nude next to Sheila, who was getting noticeably flustered and visibly aroused as her nipples hardened under her wet towel. "Take a week and think about it. No pressure whatsoever. I'll be here on Tuesday at 2, my usual time. I'll grab a corner squat rack, come say hi even if you don't want to take me up on that offer. I'm going to shower off, multivariate regression analysis is calling. Love your last "Get Ready with Me", by the way."

Sheila sat there dumbfounded as her former teacher got up and casually wrapped her towel back around her waist and left the sauna. She sat there thinking about the perfectly imperfect way Jane's pubes were trimmed, like she casually ran a buzzer with a long clipper guard over it a couple times a week in no particular direction. She sat there thinking about the way her breast sweat accumulated and dropped slowly off of Jane's hardened nipple. She thought about the stretch marks on her now taught stomach and the hips that had known the labors of pregnancy. "Get it the fuck together," she thought, trying to overpower shock. "This is a huge opportunity."

Leaving enough time for Jane to finish showering and changing, Sheila hopped out and leisurely rinsed off without soap -- she was going to hit the grocers on the way home (since universal basic income had been adopted along with a jobs guarantee, she could simply swipe one card for all covered groceries and specify a little come directly from her account for several treats she wouldn't normally allow herself). Rushing home with several canvas bags full of fresh vegetables, fruit, a few cuts of fish and some ground turkey she stopped at a stand on the corner for a baguette. She filmed dinner prep, even though it was early in the afternoon and spent a couple hours editing as she mechanically ate her preplanned meal and thought about Jane's offer again. Surely there had to be strings attached. Even with no financial incentive, just the prestige of authorship, even a line credit, would be huge. She couldn't wait to accept.

She wound down with forty minutes of gentle cardio on the spin bike in her apartment and another forty minutes of yoga after that. She sat on the floor, cross-legged and eating a yogurt and couldn't help but imagining what it would be like to eat this yogurt off Jane's swollen breasts. She would pay special attention to her nipples, which bore the indicators of a childhood spent breastfeeding, massaging them one at a time with both hands before switching to taking one in each hand as she spent more time sucking on her nipples than she did anything else. Before she knew it, another twenty minutes had passed and she was grinding onto her yoga block, her pussy swollen with anticipation. After two hours of activity and aggressively hydrating, she desperately wanted to pee but knew the pressure in her bladder would make her orgasm to come more intense. She got into the shower to bathe for real, and used the pulsing detachable showerhead to bring herself quickly to several orgasms, sitting in the tub now with the water off, legs twitching uncontrollably and pussy soaked from her own fluids and water from her liquid massager. It was time.

She lay down in the tub, head facing the faucet on her back. She propped her lower back up with her palms, forearms supported by her elbows on the tub with her legs up in the air. She let a little squirt of piss go, but it didn't go straight up enough for her. She scooted forward towards the back of the tub and tried it again, this time placing one leg on each side of the tub to support her weight and keeping her hands free. By arching her back like this and spreading her legs, she could easily control her urine stream and began to squirt urine a little at a time straight up in the air so that it would land on her. The closer it got to her face the more excited she got, and she began to use her other hand to finger herself from around the other side of her leg. She felt an intense orgasm building and released all of the rest of the urine in a steady stream, which she steered towards her open and upturned mouth and waiting open eyes. Every drop of warm piss straight from her own body that went into her mouth was savored and she spent several minutes just basking in the feeling of being covered in her own urine. Suddenly, she had an idea about how this could truly be a transformative night.

Back when she and Josh had started dating, he would talk incessantly about anal with her all the time. She very much got the impression that he was totally porn-brained and had actually never had any experience with anal play, which she had. In anticipation of more anal sex than Josh actually had the interest in or endurance for, she had purchased a variety of toys, including a graduating butt plug trainer set for beginners and intermediates and a shower enema attachment. She unscrewed the shower head and applied the enema tip, which was thinner and pointier than one would imagine. She thought a penis shape would feel more natural and how hot it would be to have a living, pulsing thick cock pumping piss into her and filling her with warmth.

She filled the tub with some very warm water and her favorite bath bomb. She let a bottle of lube sit in the tub with her while she traced circles around her anus under water, trying to get the sphincter muscles to relax for what was to come. She got comfortably on all fours and with her face close to, but not in, the water and her ass up in the air, she used her finger to apply several large squirts of lube internally and around her anus, taking care to slowly work it into herself slowly and gently. She slid the warm metal showerhead in easily, almost too easily, with it sliding six inches until it was stopped by the hand controls. Sheila was so close to coming again from all of the stimulation from around her anus and her clit was still throbbing from dozens of little water jets pulsing all together several times a second that this pushed her immediately over the edge and she felt her anus contract painfully against the silver showerhead, which gives considerably less feedback than a living partner would. Her anus gave one last little squeeze before relaxing completely, and she knew it was time for what she was waiting for.

She gently at first, ever so gently used the handle to release the shower water into her ass. She immediately felt warmth and calm start in her colon and begin to radiate out. She would stop the water pressure until her body adjusted and she could feel the water moving deeper into her, then she would gently turn it on until she felt her body give just the slightest bit of resistance. She'd leave it right there and gently rub her growing belly with the warm water from the tub. She could already feel her full colon pressing hard up her vaginal wall, and simply sliding a finger in there was enough to stimulate her to an ass-clenching breath taking orgasm. A little bit of water leaked out around the enema, but she decided that she wasn't going to fool around anymore until she voided. Completely relaxed and completely full, she looked down at her swollen belly and wondered what it would be like to be pregnant. She often fantasized about getting bred -- being passed around by a bunch of indifferent Academy students as each one pumped their seed into her, but this felt different. She sloshed around the tub a little bit and rubbed her tummy, trying to relax.

After about five minutes, she and her body decided it was time at almost the same time. She let the tub drain and began to prep, getting on her knees facing away from the drain and faucet and turning the shower on. She released one long stream of water and gas all at once, for what seemed like twenty seconds. It was effortless but the sheer length of time had noticeably stretched her asshole which was now partially gaped. She could feel in her tummy more rumbling and knew there was more coming so she frantically began to rub her clit to time her next release with the orgasm. Right when she felt the pressure build to a breaking point in her colon her pussy sent out such strong shockwaves through her body that her stomach cramped. She began to pass the rest of the liquids as well as any solids that had been in there and after cleaning up after it all, both her holes and her clit were sore and exhausted and her legs felt more drained than they had after any leg day.

Friday night, several hours after she had turned in, her phone buzzed, which meant it was a text from her roommate or parents or someone had called twice in a row. "Yes?" Sheila asked into the phone while pointing the camera in the dark at the ceiling. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah I was just thinking about you and was hoping it'd go to voicemail." The tequila was heavy on his voice and the carbonation from the chasers was making him gassy.

"It's one in the morning. You called twice. If you want something please give me the decency of asking for it like an adult."

"Can I come over and stay?" He stammered.

"Fine. Where are you? You know what? It doesn't matter. Get here by 2. Let yourself in." She hung up and rolled out of bed in just her strawberry print thong and oversize sakura blossom patterned sleep shirt. She walked out into the common area to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of pinot grigio, considered it, put it back and grabbed the handle of Tito's vodka and a can of diet coke. She poured herself four fingers of vodka and slammed them, followed by a chaser of cola. she then poured herself a reasonable size drink and mixed the rest of the diet soda with it. "He's got enough of a head start on me," she said and sipped long on her drink.

They stumbled into the bedroom together, and even after slamming six drinks her 130lb frame seemingly navigated space with an entirely different order of magnitude than Josh's did. He reeked of cheap tequila and ginger ale and cigarettes. She got down on all fours and lifted her nightie to reveal the thong with the childish print. With two fingers she pulled the thong aside just enough to reveal her asshole. He drunkenly massaged both of her butt cheeks for a moment before she slapped his hand away and craned her neck back to make eye contact with him. "Eat it," she commanded. "I know you're a bottom, now be a good bottom and eat my asshole. It's clean." Josh stammered a couple of times then got down on all fours. He kind of traced his tongue around the anus in an attempt to avoid it and just spent a few minutes disappointingly licking her perineum and the bottom of her vagina. "Nevermind," she barked. "Fuck me now." She could hear him stumbling around in the dark for a condom. "I said now, you fucking idiot. I didn't tell you to use a condom."

Without missing a beat, Josh drunkenly slid his tequila-limp dick into her tight pussy, getting less than an inch before encountering resistance. He pulled out and tried to lubricate it by spitting on it and missing and spitting on her ass instead, wiped that off and onto his penis and tried it again. "You're pathetic," she said. "I don't know how you got all those other dudes to fuck you, you're a shitty bottom and you can't top for shit. Lay down." He looked legitimately scared and emotionally hurt but obeyed. "I'm going to use you like a sex toy and I'm going to do it without any concern for your pleasure, enjoyment, or comfort. Once I've satisfied that you're willing to work things out in a mutually agreeable way, we can go back to the casual booty calls. You're going to eat my asshole and I'm going to ride your mouth like a toy."

She quickly straddled Josh's compliant head and using both hands got into a squatting position on his head. She aimed her asshole onto his open mouth and felt his tongue put up more than token resistance as she began to grind into his face. She kept thinking about how he squandered all of her sexual energy which is currently directed at her old TA while furiously rubbing her clit. She could continue to feel him breathe and move his tongue around so she didn't let him come up for air just yet. The little pulses and contractions building in intensity began to spread further and further away from her pussy in concentric circles until they all synched up and she came so hard that she felt her asshole contract so hard around Josh's tongue it was forced up into her anus.

She rolled off of him onto the floor, panting and sweating. "You need to leave." "What?" Josh gasped. "What about me?" "There's wet wipes, lube, and a fresh towel if you need to finish up. But I'm going to sleep and you need to be gone by the time I'm in bed. Leave your key on the table."