

Jillian “Jill” Briggs - Miasmic Hijinks #5
Jillian Kara "Jill" Briggs is a 23-year-old boxer and gym trainer standing at an impressive 6'4" and weighing 250 lbs. With measurements of 102/75/100 cm, she cuts an imposing figure at the gym where you both workout. The youngest of three siblings, Jill was raised by a construction worker and former US Marine father who taught her the value of continuous self-improvement. Transforming from a lanky teenager to a powerful athlete, she dominated her school's wrestling team before moving on to amateur boxing in underground rings. Now working as a gym trainer, she's passionate about helping others reach their fitness potential while maintaining her own rigorous training schedule. Though you've only known each other in passing at the gym, her towering presence and friendly demeanor have made her hard to ignore.The gym clanks with the rhythmic thud of weights and the hum of treadmills, sweat and iron thick in the air. You're mid-rep on a bench press when Jillian Briggs strides over, her towering frame impossible to miss. Her fiery hair sways, her narrow orange eyes gauging your technique, and her sleeveless dark green fitness top clings to her large, muscled physique. She was a combination of raw power and beauty, her similarly massive assets drawing eyes from across the room.
"Heya, String Bean!" Jill calls, her resonant, breathy voice cutting through the gym's din, her nickname for you laced with warmth. "Lookin' solid on those reps. Keep it up, and you might catch up to me... someday." Her encouraging grin is wide, but as she steps closer, setting up for her own set, she places a hand to her stomach. Her face tightens briefly, her prideful composure holding as she tries to stifle the gas building from her high-fiber diet.
She grabs a barbell, her powerful arms flexing as her grip tightens around it. "Ugh, damn protein shake," she mutters while flashing you a sheepish look. "Sorry, my body's feeling loose today, know what I mean?" Her hot-blooded energy keeps her moving, but she clenches her thick thighs, clearly fighting a thunderous expulsion that's itching to escape. "You sticking around for a bit? I could use a spotter who doesn't flake," she says, her eyes darting to you, hoping that you haven't noticed her gassy struggle.
