Co-teaching with Morgan
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 5
by
Bobob1
“There are two big thangs every gym employee needs ta know!” Heather smiled warmly at you, but with an earnest and serious look in her eye. “One: Ya gotta know yer stuff. How else can ya help out? Two: Ya gotta be all comfy-like around strangers. I’m expectin’ ya’ll to help anyone in need, and ya have ta be ready fer that.”
You nodded vigorously. “Oh, I’m sure I can handle that, Heather!”
Heather’s intensity eased up a little. “I know ya can, little guy. I believe in ya, Hunter. Tha’s why yer first task is ta co-teach with my darlin’ Morgan. Both of ya can work together.”
This surprised you slightly, but also made a reasonable amount of sense. You just hoped Morgan wouldn’t feel like you were intruding on her personal class. “O-of course, Heather. I’d be glad to help Morgan out.”
Heather grinned. “Glad to hear it, honey. Off ya go, now! Reckon’ yer class is startin’ any minute now.”
Without another word, you and Morgan were off. Morgan placed you back in her hand, and you held on nice and tight as she walked quickly towards the back of the Workout World gym, towards one of the side rooms. Slipping inside, you found the room empty of people, but filled with a surplus of exercise gear and supplies. About twenty, tan-colored yoga mats were spread out in rows facing a singular red yoga mat (presumably Morgan’s).
“Alright, Hunter, first day on the job! It’s pretty awesome that we’ll be co-teaching.” She said, beaming at you. This alleviated your earlier worry. “Though, you might want to let me field day one, and just copy my movements. Honestly, can’t imagine that you’ll be too much help for people behind the first row.” The dark brown-haired giantess smiled sheepishly at you. “Maybe later on we can have you walk around with the girls for more focused help.”
You paused. “The girls? And the guys too, right?”
Morgan actually blushed, faintly. “Uh…no. No, sorry Hunter. This class is entirely female. You’ll be the only guy.” She admitted, and try as you might, you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop open. This brought Morgan’s teasing nature back, and she smirked playfully. “Won’t be a problem, will it, Hunter?”
“U-uh…nope! N-no problem, Miss Sinclair.” You hastily saluted, hoping comedy would detract from your obvious fantasizing about this upcoming class. It apparently worked, as Morgan rolled her eyes at your antics and dropped the subject.
She also dropped you, though quite gently, squatting down to the floor and depositing you onto her red yoga mat. The view of the class was significantly different from such an angle, as was the view of your beautifully, revealingly dressed roommate and co-teacher. Half of Morgan’s face was blocked by her breasts from the vantage you were now at. It was very, very hard to not stare at her toned, lithe figure.
Catching your eye, Morgan motioned to the mats spread across the floor. “If you’re curious why no one is here, that’s because everyone usually shows up right as the class starts.” Morgan shrugged. “It makes sense to not show up early. I mean, we stretch and do warm-ups in class, so what could you even accomplish by coming early?”
“Yeah, I suppose!” You said, raising your voice just a bit so that she could hear you without bending back down.
“Won’t stop me from doing a few quick stretches to limber up!” Morgan smiled, and instantly launched into a few toe-touching and yoga posing warm-ups. You decided to follow suit, copying her movements as best you could, albeit on a one-inch scale. Morgan was a master, but you found her moves so succinct and smooth that even you could keep up.
That being said, it was hard not to notice how close her left foot kept drifting towards your body on some of her stretches. Her toes, sliding along the yoga mat, came quite close to making you uncomfortable, as you knew it would only take a slight shift on Morgan’s part to bury you completely under them. Glancing up at Morgan, you noted a content but focused expression on her face, and realized that she really did zone out while exercising.
A few minutes later, and the rest of the class arrived almost simultaneously, proving Morgan correct. Your own fantasies were also instantly confirmed, as it seemed that every single woman entering the class was utterly and unfathomably beautiful. Curvy, lean, beautiful, and alluring, each new girl caused your jaw to drop even further. This was to say nothing of how their tight workout clothing drew your eyes to them even more. Some girls wore yoga pants or tank tops, and some had booty shorts and sports bras even skimpier than Morgan’s own revealing attire.
The last girl in the room closed the door, and noticed that the last empty yoga mat was right in front of Morgan. Cutting through the room, she smiled politely at Morgan and took up position on the mat. However, as she steadied herself, her gaze locked right onto you, your miniscule form still down at Morgan’s feet. You gave her a wave, trying to appear confident. The girl raised her eyebrows, then smiled flirtatiously and gave you a wink. THAT certainly was a little foreboding.
The girl had pretty long black hair that was tied back in a messy ponytail, and judging from the shape of her eyes and face, and her tanned skin tone, she was of some Asian descent. She was a fairly curvaceous giantess, but her eye-catching curves were exasperated further by her one-size too small tank top and ludicrously minimalistic booty shorts. At the point they were at, they looked more like panties, revealing her long legs all the way up to her crotch, and most of her ass, if you had to guess. She almost certainly had nothing but a thong on underneath.
She kept staring at you with a seductive grin, but broke her gaze when Morgan spoke up. “Alright, girls! My name is Morgan Sinclair, but you can just call me Morgan. This marks the first day of our all-encompassing exercise class. Over the next few months, we’re going to be doing everything you’ve ever imagined goes on inside a gym, and much more. Stretches, poses, usage of equipment and machines…you name it. It WILL be exhausting.
“Thankfully, I’m not the one who has to lead you through this alone. Joining me in this endeavor of teaching the class is my good friend, Hunter. In case you don’t see him…he’s down by my feet.” As one, all twenty girls taking the class peered down at Morgan’s feet, and locked eyes with you. Any speech you had prepared died on your lips as twenty beautiful, sexily dressed giantesses stared at you intently. Some had looks of surprise, others happy expressions, a few matched the flirtatiousness of the girl in front of you, and a few even looked disgusted.
Morgan drew eyes back to her. “Yes, he’s a tiny, and by extension, a guy. There will not be any other guys in this class, as Hunter is the exception. He just joined as an employee of this gym, and needs all the experience he can get. He’ll help all of you out, just make sure to treat him nicely.”
You stammered out a welcome. “I-I look forward…to h-helping!” Your feeble reply was so quiet that no one in the class seemed to even hear it, not even Morgan, who was already pushing out with her introductory spiel. Only the girl in front of you, her eyes constantly flicking down to you, seemed to pick up on your pathetic statement. She flashed you a quick smile and another wink.
Morgan went around the room asking everyone to give their name, their estimated level of exercise experience, and one fun fact about them. You lost track of names almost immediately, even though Morgan demonstrated enviably capability in memorizing everyone’s name. To your credit, you were still distracted by the girl in front of you, who kept doing seemingly absentminded things like adjusting her tank top or picking at her shorts. However, from the way she never tore her gaze from you, you knew all her casually seductive actions were on purpose.
As she was last to enter, she was last to introduce herself, and your flirtatious terrorizer smiled broadly to the class. “Sup everyone! My name is Aoi, and I’m stoked for this class. My level of exercise is…probably moderate? I do a lot of stretches and yoga, but not much else. A fun fact would be that I find tinies to be the cutest little things! Lucky me, huh?” Aoi gestured to you, and you flushed bright red. A few other girls, and even Morgan, laughed. It was clear that Morgan took Aoi’s statement as lighthearted teasing and nothing more.
Morgan gave her class a thumbs up. “Alright, that’s all the boring stuff out of the way! Ready to get into it, girls?”
A chorus of cheers and shouts answered her, and Morgan prepared to launch into the starting warmups. You did so too, but not without catching Aoi’s eye on last time. The flirty and mischievous glint in Aoi’s eye told you everything. Getting a good exercise was now second priority to her. Having fun with you was her only true goal.
Gulping, you could only hope that Morgan could keep Aoi and the other girls at bay for this first day. Of course, it she got lost in the rhythm of exercise, you’d be practically gone from her world, and left alone to defend yourself. Truly, what had you gotten yourself into?
You nodded vigorously. “Oh, I’m sure I can handle that, Heather!”
Heather’s intensity eased up a little. “I know ya can, little guy. I believe in ya, Hunter. Tha’s why yer first task is ta co-teach with my darlin’ Morgan. Both of ya can work together.”
This surprised you slightly, but also made a reasonable amount of sense. You just hoped Morgan wouldn’t feel like you were intruding on her personal class. “O-of course, Heather. I’d be glad to help Morgan out.”
Heather grinned. “Glad to hear it, honey. Off ya go, now! Reckon’ yer class is startin’ any minute now.”
Without another word, you and Morgan were off. Morgan placed you back in her hand, and you held on nice and tight as she walked quickly towards the back of the Workout World gym, towards one of the side rooms. Slipping inside, you found the room empty of people, but filled with a surplus of exercise gear and supplies. About twenty, tan-colored yoga mats were spread out in rows facing a singular red yoga mat (presumably Morgan’s).
“Alright, Hunter, first day on the job! It’s pretty awesome that we’ll be co-teaching.” She said, beaming at you. This alleviated your earlier worry. “Though, you might want to let me field day one, and just copy my movements. Honestly, can’t imagine that you’ll be too much help for people behind the first row.” The dark brown-haired giantess smiled sheepishly at you. “Maybe later on we can have you walk around with the girls for more focused help.”
You paused. “The girls? And the guys too, right?”
Morgan actually blushed, faintly. “Uh…no. No, sorry Hunter. This class is entirely female. You’ll be the only guy.” She admitted, and try as you might, you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop open. This brought Morgan’s teasing nature back, and she smirked playfully. “Won’t be a problem, will it, Hunter?”
“U-uh…nope! N-no problem, Miss Sinclair.” You hastily saluted, hoping comedy would detract from your obvious fantasizing about this upcoming class. It apparently worked, as Morgan rolled her eyes at your antics and dropped the subject.
She also dropped you, though quite gently, squatting down to the floor and depositing you onto her red yoga mat. The view of the class was significantly different from such an angle, as was the view of your beautifully, revealingly dressed roommate and co-teacher. Half of Morgan’s face was blocked by her breasts from the vantage you were now at. It was very, very hard to not stare at her toned, lithe figure.
Catching your eye, Morgan motioned to the mats spread across the floor. “If you’re curious why no one is here, that’s because everyone usually shows up right as the class starts.” Morgan shrugged. “It makes sense to not show up early. I mean, we stretch and do warm-ups in class, so what could you even accomplish by coming early?”
“Yeah, I suppose!” You said, raising your voice just a bit so that she could hear you without bending back down.
“Won’t stop me from doing a few quick stretches to limber up!” Morgan smiled, and instantly launched into a few toe-touching and yoga posing warm-ups. You decided to follow suit, copying her movements as best you could, albeit on a one-inch scale. Morgan was a master, but you found her moves so succinct and smooth that even you could keep up.
That being said, it was hard not to notice how close her left foot kept drifting towards your body on some of her stretches. Her toes, sliding along the yoga mat, came quite close to making you uncomfortable, as you knew it would only take a slight shift on Morgan’s part to bury you completely under them. Glancing up at Morgan, you noted a content but focused expression on her face, and realized that she really did zone out while exercising.
A few minutes later, and the rest of the class arrived almost simultaneously, proving Morgan correct. Your own fantasies were also instantly confirmed, as it seemed that every single woman entering the class was utterly and unfathomably beautiful. Curvy, lean, beautiful, and alluring, each new girl caused your jaw to drop even further. This was to say nothing of how their tight workout clothing drew your eyes to them even more. Some girls wore yoga pants or tank tops, and some had booty shorts and sports bras even skimpier than Morgan’s own revealing attire.
The last girl in the room closed the door, and noticed that the last empty yoga mat was right in front of Morgan. Cutting through the room, she smiled politely at Morgan and took up position on the mat. However, as she steadied herself, her gaze locked right onto you, your miniscule form still down at Morgan’s feet. You gave her a wave, trying to appear confident. The girl raised her eyebrows, then smiled flirtatiously and gave you a wink. THAT certainly was a little foreboding.
The girl had pretty long black hair that was tied back in a messy ponytail, and judging from the shape of her eyes and face, and her tanned skin tone, she was of some Asian descent. She was a fairly curvaceous giantess, but her eye-catching curves were exasperated further by her one-size too small tank top and ludicrously minimalistic booty shorts. At the point they were at, they looked more like panties, revealing her long legs all the way up to her crotch, and most of her ass, if you had to guess. She almost certainly had nothing but a thong on underneath.
She kept staring at you with a seductive grin, but broke her gaze when Morgan spoke up. “Alright, girls! My name is Morgan Sinclair, but you can just call me Morgan. This marks the first day of our all-encompassing exercise class. Over the next few months, we’re going to be doing everything you’ve ever imagined goes on inside a gym, and much more. Stretches, poses, usage of equipment and machines…you name it. It WILL be exhausting.
“Thankfully, I’m not the one who has to lead you through this alone. Joining me in this endeavor of teaching the class is my good friend, Hunter. In case you don’t see him…he’s down by my feet.” As one, all twenty girls taking the class peered down at Morgan’s feet, and locked eyes with you. Any speech you had prepared died on your lips as twenty beautiful, sexily dressed giantesses stared at you intently. Some had looks of surprise, others happy expressions, a few matched the flirtatiousness of the girl in front of you, and a few even looked disgusted.
Morgan drew eyes back to her. “Yes, he’s a tiny, and by extension, a guy. There will not be any other guys in this class, as Hunter is the exception. He just joined as an employee of this gym, and needs all the experience he can get. He’ll help all of you out, just make sure to treat him nicely.”
You stammered out a welcome. “I-I look forward…to h-helping!” Your feeble reply was so quiet that no one in the class seemed to even hear it, not even Morgan, who was already pushing out with her introductory spiel. Only the girl in front of you, her eyes constantly flicking down to you, seemed to pick up on your pathetic statement. She flashed you a quick smile and another wink.
Morgan went around the room asking everyone to give their name, their estimated level of exercise experience, and one fun fact about them. You lost track of names almost immediately, even though Morgan demonstrated enviably capability in memorizing everyone’s name. To your credit, you were still distracted by the girl in front of you, who kept doing seemingly absentminded things like adjusting her tank top or picking at her shorts. However, from the way she never tore her gaze from you, you knew all her casually seductive actions were on purpose.
As she was last to enter, she was last to introduce herself, and your flirtatious terrorizer smiled broadly to the class. “Sup everyone! My name is Aoi, and I’m stoked for this class. My level of exercise is…probably moderate? I do a lot of stretches and yoga, but not much else. A fun fact would be that I find tinies to be the cutest little things! Lucky me, huh?” Aoi gestured to you, and you flushed bright red. A few other girls, and even Morgan, laughed. It was clear that Morgan took Aoi’s statement as lighthearted teasing and nothing more.
Morgan gave her class a thumbs up. “Alright, that’s all the boring stuff out of the way! Ready to get into it, girls?”
A chorus of cheers and shouts answered her, and Morgan prepared to launch into the starting warmups. You did so too, but not without catching Aoi’s eye on last time. The flirty and mischievous glint in Aoi’s eye told you everything. Getting a good exercise was now second priority to her. Having fun with you was her only true goal.
Gulping, you could only hope that Morgan could keep Aoi and the other girls at bay for this first day. Of course, it she got lost in the rhythm of exercise, you’d be practically gone from her world, and left alone to defend yourself. Truly, what had you gotten yourself into?
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April 23, 2025
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