A Workout and a Massage
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
Zaya placed the two yoga mats so that they were facing each other, enabling the more experienced, purple haired giantess to guide her tentative partner through each exercise and stretch step-by-step. The hyperactive fitness junkie prided herself on her vigorous but effective workout routines and attractively toned, sculpted body, and was more than happy to impart her techniques onto her best friend.
Cranking high energy tunes on her phone to max volume, Zaya grinned from ear to ear and stepped onto her mat, motioning for Michelle to do the same. The beautiful red head bit her lip and followed her friend’s instructions, silently thanking heaven that she didn’t have to sit down and crush her poor flattened tutor any more than absolute necessary. She merely wanted this hopelessly embarrassing situation to end.
***
To your utter amazement, a full two hours of exercising passed in the blink of an eye. Trapped against Michelle’s supple thigh from her skintight leggings, enclosed in total darkness, all you had been able to do was listen to the thumping bass and muffled conversation, dreading each passing second. To your surprise, excruciating pain and agony did not occur, as Zaya never once had Michelle sit down for any leg exercises.
Michelle did work up an incredible sweat over the two hours, as Zaya was a brilliantly smiling slave driver when it came to exercise. Michelle’s arms fell limply by her side, and her back and abs screamed for relief from the workout. The most you had suffered was during the squats, as Michelle’s thighs had tensed up, squeezing you even flatter between her skin and the leggings.
Michelle drained the rest of her water bottle and scratched absentmindedly at an irritation on the back of her left thigh as Zaya wiped her face down with a sweat towel. Of course, the irritation was your own presence as a sticker on her thigh, and she fought down a gasp of surprise upon recognizing this. She mentally slapped her forehead for forgetting you over the course of the workout with her best friend, a feeling of guilt rising within her.
Zaya capped her water bottle and exhaled. “Ah…I feel so good after a nice session like that. I mean, I went easy on ya girl, but still…”
Michelle paled. “What? That was going easy? You could’ve fooled me.”
“Uh, doy!” Zaya playfully flicked Michelle’s forehead. “We didn’t even get to your sexy lil’ butt or thighs yet. What do you think we’re doing next?”
Michelle tried to keep her rising anxiety in check. “Uh…n-next? I’m t-too t-tired…”
“Yeah, I know girl.” Zaya placed her hands on Michelle’s shoulders reassuringly. “That’s why next is just a bit of prep for the next time we workout. I’m going to give you a lower body massage to loosen the stress in your muscles.”
Michelle struggled to think of a suitable protest, but her words failed her as Zaya gently yet forcibly pushed her to the ground, lying the stunned redhead across her yoga mat on her stomach. As soon as Michelle’s body spread out flat on the ground, the full power of her exhaustion hit her in one huge wave, and she felt her urge to stay awake draining from her.
With a bit more effort than even she had expected, Zaya managed to wiggle Michelle’s leggings off of her shapely derriere and down her long legs. The leggings were caked in sweat, as was Michelle’s own glistening skin, but eventually they had been yanked aside and tossed in a pile with the giantesses’ dirty sweat towels. Now nude from the waist down save for a cute pair of panties, Zaya was free to really work into her friend’s flesh.
With a honed precision belaying hours of practice, Zaya worked her thumbs and palms into Michelle’s tired body, beginning with her feet. Michelle reflexively kicked her leg once with a soft moan, before going still. Zaya spared her friend a quick smile before turning dutifully back to her task. She had yet to notice the one-inch tall, man shaped tattoo engrained to Michelle’s left thigh, but was sure to before long.
Michelle’s entire being tingled with unexpected enjoyment as she felt her good friend’s firm yet caring hand work into her flesh, kneading the soles of her feet and then moving to her calves. Her eyes fluttered closed, even as the deepest part of her consciousness screamed at her to tell Zaya about Sammy before something horrible happened. A sleepy smile growing on her face, Michelle’s will to stay awake left her as her lips parted.
“Zaya…look out for…” Michelle said breathily, before passing out peacefully. Zaya paused her massage.
“Huh? Look out for what?” She inquired softly, but then laughed quietly when she noticed Michelle’s angelic face set in a blissful smile. Deciding to merely keep her friend’s cryptic warning in the back of her mind, Zaya expertly continued her relaxation inducing massage, working her way slowly but methodically up Michelle’s legs, eventually reaching her thighs.
As for you, you had been pouring every ounce of your strength into reforming ever since Zaya had slid off Michelle’s leggings, to no avail. Though the workout session had gone better than you had feared, it had still only hindered your chances of a speedy recovery. Your squishy body still felt quite firmly plastered to Michelle’s smooth skin, and you could only stared straight up at the towering form of Zaya as her gaze drifted ever closer to you.
Finally, her piercing glance landed right on you, and she paused right as her hand hovered above your body, ready to firmly slam down upon you and roughly knead you into Michelle’s doughy flesh. The purple haired giantess frowned and inquisitively rubbed her finger across your body, sweat-covered thumb partially smearing your face.
“What…is this?” She whispered so softly even you barely heard her. She leaned a bit closer, and her minty fresh breath hit you hard, your eyes beginning to water. You attempted to blink, only to find your eyelids unable to close. Michelle’s deep squats from earlier had flattened your face more than you had expected, and your one and only method of communicating with the oblivious giantess peering down at you was now impossible.
Zaya quirked her mouth to the side, clearly on the verge of deciding what you were, having no way to take your input into consideration. Truly powerless, you could only pray that this gorgeous girl’s decision wouldn’t further ruin this already precariously dangerous situation.
What does Zaya do next?
Cranking high energy tunes on her phone to max volume, Zaya grinned from ear to ear and stepped onto her mat, motioning for Michelle to do the same. The beautiful red head bit her lip and followed her friend’s instructions, silently thanking heaven that she didn’t have to sit down and crush her poor flattened tutor any more than absolute necessary. She merely wanted this hopelessly embarrassing situation to end.
***
To your utter amazement, a full two hours of exercising passed in the blink of an eye. Trapped against Michelle’s supple thigh from her skintight leggings, enclosed in total darkness, all you had been able to do was listen to the thumping bass and muffled conversation, dreading each passing second. To your surprise, excruciating pain and agony did not occur, as Zaya never once had Michelle sit down for any leg exercises.
Michelle did work up an incredible sweat over the two hours, as Zaya was a brilliantly smiling slave driver when it came to exercise. Michelle’s arms fell limply by her side, and her back and abs screamed for relief from the workout. The most you had suffered was during the squats, as Michelle’s thighs had tensed up, squeezing you even flatter between her skin and the leggings.
Michelle drained the rest of her water bottle and scratched absentmindedly at an irritation on the back of her left thigh as Zaya wiped her face down with a sweat towel. Of course, the irritation was your own presence as a sticker on her thigh, and she fought down a gasp of surprise upon recognizing this. She mentally slapped her forehead for forgetting you over the course of the workout with her best friend, a feeling of guilt rising within her.
Zaya capped her water bottle and exhaled. “Ah…I feel so good after a nice session like that. I mean, I went easy on ya girl, but still…”
Michelle paled. “What? That was going easy? You could’ve fooled me.”
“Uh, doy!” Zaya playfully flicked Michelle’s forehead. “We didn’t even get to your sexy lil’ butt or thighs yet. What do you think we’re doing next?”
Michelle tried to keep her rising anxiety in check. “Uh…n-next? I’m t-too t-tired…”
“Yeah, I know girl.” Zaya placed her hands on Michelle’s shoulders reassuringly. “That’s why next is just a bit of prep for the next time we workout. I’m going to give you a lower body massage to loosen the stress in your muscles.”
Michelle struggled to think of a suitable protest, but her words failed her as Zaya gently yet forcibly pushed her to the ground, lying the stunned redhead across her yoga mat on her stomach. As soon as Michelle’s body spread out flat on the ground, the full power of her exhaustion hit her in one huge wave, and she felt her urge to stay awake draining from her.
With a bit more effort than even she had expected, Zaya managed to wiggle Michelle’s leggings off of her shapely derriere and down her long legs. The leggings were caked in sweat, as was Michelle’s own glistening skin, but eventually they had been yanked aside and tossed in a pile with the giantesses’ dirty sweat towels. Now nude from the waist down save for a cute pair of panties, Zaya was free to really work into her friend’s flesh.
With a honed precision belaying hours of practice, Zaya worked her thumbs and palms into Michelle’s tired body, beginning with her feet. Michelle reflexively kicked her leg once with a soft moan, before going still. Zaya spared her friend a quick smile before turning dutifully back to her task. She had yet to notice the one-inch tall, man shaped tattoo engrained to Michelle’s left thigh, but was sure to before long.
Michelle’s entire being tingled with unexpected enjoyment as she felt her good friend’s firm yet caring hand work into her flesh, kneading the soles of her feet and then moving to her calves. Her eyes fluttered closed, even as the deepest part of her consciousness screamed at her to tell Zaya about Sammy before something horrible happened. A sleepy smile growing on her face, Michelle’s will to stay awake left her as her lips parted.
“Zaya…look out for…” Michelle said breathily, before passing out peacefully. Zaya paused her massage.
“Huh? Look out for what?” She inquired softly, but then laughed quietly when she noticed Michelle’s angelic face set in a blissful smile. Deciding to merely keep her friend’s cryptic warning in the back of her mind, Zaya expertly continued her relaxation inducing massage, working her way slowly but methodically up Michelle’s legs, eventually reaching her thighs.
As for you, you had been pouring every ounce of your strength into reforming ever since Zaya had slid off Michelle’s leggings, to no avail. Though the workout session had gone better than you had feared, it had still only hindered your chances of a speedy recovery. Your squishy body still felt quite firmly plastered to Michelle’s smooth skin, and you could only stared straight up at the towering form of Zaya as her gaze drifted ever closer to you.
Finally, her piercing glance landed right on you, and she paused right as her hand hovered above your body, ready to firmly slam down upon you and roughly knead you into Michelle’s doughy flesh. The purple haired giantess frowned and inquisitively rubbed her finger across your body, sweat-covered thumb partially smearing your face.
“What…is this?” She whispered so softly even you barely heard her. She leaned a bit closer, and her minty fresh breath hit you hard, your eyes beginning to water. You attempted to blink, only to find your eyelids unable to close. Michelle’s deep squats from earlier had flattened your face more than you had expected, and your one and only method of communicating with the oblivious giantess peering down at you was now impossible.
Zaya quirked her mouth to the side, clearly on the verge of deciding what you were, having no way to take your input into consideration. Truly powerless, you could only pray that this gorgeous girl’s decision wouldn’t further ruin this already precariously dangerous situation.
What does Zaya do next?
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April 23, 2025
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