The Bulk - 7 (Patreon)

The girl behind the counter perked up when she saw Jasmine approach—tall, curvy, unmistakable.

"Jasmine!" She beams, leaning forward over the counter, cleavage pressing against her tight gym shirt.

"The usual?"

Jasmine nodded, already licking her lips at the thought of the rich, creamy shake she's about to make. 

"Make that three", Jasmine says.

The barista raised an eyebrow, grinning as she starts measuring out the ingredients. The chocolate powder falls in slow, lazy spirals into the blender. Jasmine leaned her wide hips against the counter, watching with keen interest as the girl works. She imagined exactly what's coming—thick, cold, indulgent.

"This one's gonna be good," the girl purrs, pouring in an extra splash of whole milk. Jasmine can practically taste it already.

The machine roared to life, spinning the rich concoction into a frothy haze. Jasmine heard the rhythmic gurgle as the strawberry chunks got pulverized, swirling into the creamy base. It didn’t take long before the girl was pouring the first cup, the smoothie overflowing with whipped cream on top.  Jasmine swiped the three large cups in their holder and rushed back to the gym, by the time she reached her workout pad she realized she had already downed her first cup. She slammed the empty cup down and wiped her mouth, already reaching for the next one. The cold sweetness coated Jasmine’s tongue, the thick consistency making her throat work harder to swallow. Her hands trembled slightly as she drank, not from weakness but from something deeper—anticipation. The protein in the shake, the extra calories, the sheer indulgence of it all. This is what her body craved. She could feel the weight settle into her gut, that familiar fullness spreading outward like slow-moving molasses.