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“I'm not starting to get chubby, am I?”
Kiara asked herself this simply off of the feeling that her KFP sweater was starting to feel a bit tighter around her body, more than usual.
“Or maybe there's a bit more muscle?”
As of late, she had been starting to get a bit self-conscious about her overall figure, now that her 'Kiara-Fried' franchise was slowly continuing to grow and was in need of a stronger maintaining of charm and charisma for the leader of the operation.
This meant that she found herself in her self-labeled 'fitness cave' (more of a spare bedroom that was cleared out for space because current accommodations happened to have more than one), stretching and flexing her most supple of limbs and muscles to keep her body flexible and prepared for the potential stress of work ahead.
Even without the sweater providing that little extra warmth and cover, Kiara's fitness attire of choice didn't leave a lot to the imagination, with her leotard giving her some ample lift in the chest area, and the pink leggings underneath effectively hugging her from the waist down, complementing her body ten-fold as she delved into her pre-workout ritual.
Palms outward, and hands interlinked at the fingers, she stretched her arms outwards, before then raising them high above her head. The spandex subtly creaked as her back arched and her legs angled out at the sides, curving out in a way that more blatantly showed off how admittedly plump she was when viewed from behind.
Afterwards, arms still lifted, she committed to a few squats, almost fully bending in to the point where her rear nearly touched base with the floor beneath her, and then straightening out her legs... and then repeating a few times while letting out a subtle moan or two.
“Mmmff~”
It was almost as though she was starting to find some real delight in posing and stretching herself out in ways like this, even if it was potentially to an audience of zero.
Sure, it may have looked like it took little effort, but her commitment was clear and her focus was stronger than most; she was just now starting to feel the moisture start to build up beneath her borderline-skintight attire, some real prospects of sweat trying to take proper form by being trapped, either in the minimal space between skin and spandex, or caught in a crevice between body-parts outright – perhaps her cleavage?
By this point, Kiara had one more major stretch she felt she had in her before getting into the heavier stuff ahead.
She closed her eyes, inhaled through her nose and slowly let the concentration fall majorly to her legs as she let them spread out at the sides, as far as they possibly could – and for someone with the flexibility that she had, it meant that her legs committed all the way to the floor, splayed out to a complete side-split that could be best described as 'the sexiest upside-down T imaginable'.
“Yeah... that's the spot right there,” she grunted, finding that little sweet spot of tranquility within the strains of the bent body.
Stuff like this may not have been what the body had in mind upon the initial conception, but Kiara strived to bring it to this level of confidence and flexibility for the sake of the brand.
Glistened by a few beads of sweat by this point, the shapely phoenix's face read of someone prepared for further exercise, as she craned her head back, looking over her shoulder.
“Ready for you to jump in any time...” Kiara paused as she panted. “...you think you're gonna need anything before we really get going with this session?”
She professed this question not to a chatbox of live-stream viewers, nor to some sort of onlooker from 'beyond the fourth wall'...
...but to Calli, her sole volunteer to today's workout session – although the pink-haired reaper had, at the moment, done very little up to this point aside from sitting Burmese-style, being unintentionally transfixed by how unapologetically sensual Kiara's warmup looked.
A thin drip of blood was the only thing on Calli's body that bothered to move before she broke her silence.
“Uh... a tissue, maybe?"