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The Trainer Next Door
🔞 Adult zone · all characters adult · pure fiction
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Male-leadNTRfitnessobsession
He signs his girlfriend up for a personal trainer to make her happy. Three months later her body is one he barely recognizes — reshaped, inch by inch, by another man's hands.
Contents · 3 chapters
First 1 chapters free · coins after that- 01The First SessionFree"Coach, just steady my waist—it's normal." She said it too fast.
- 02She Starts Going Alone🔒 300 coinsShe'd switched to a new sports bra, in a color he'd never bought.
- 03The Last Ten Minutes of the Session🔒 350 coinsThe machine room's door was bolted from inside; behind the frosted glass were two overlapping shadows.
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