To the Snack Bar!
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
"We should get back to the tour," she says. "We don't have time to fool around all day." She smiles at you, enjoying the cute sight of you panting on her palm, still recovering from the amazing massage she gave you. She pulls you in for a big smooch, briefly enveloping your whole body with her soft, full lips, before drawing back and saying, "But I'm sure we'll have time for a few more...breaks, throughout the day. Y'know, to get to know each other better, boost team moral and stuff." She winks, clearly confident in how well she's charmed you.
As Mira walks off with you in hand to the changing room, you're still reeling. You can hardly believe what just happened: fooling around with a dynamite vixen of a coworker on your first day of work. Mira is easily the best thing that's happened to you all day. The tortuous time you spent getting crushed, squished, and smashed by Kayle, Tami, and Tiffany almost seems like a distant dream now.
Mira steps into the changing room and puts you on a nearby shelf. She hands you back your clothes to put on before changing back into her uniform: tight yoga pants and a small t-shirt labeled "GYM" that has shows a generous amount of cleavage. You can't help but notice how Mira's curvaceous body jiggles and bounces as she squirms into her clingy clothes. You can't really tell if this is the struggle she normally goes through every time she changes or if she's doing this on purpose, just to give you a small but titillating post-show tease after your session together.
When you both finish changing, Mira picks you back up, but before she can walk out with you, she feels her stomach rumble."Oops, haha, I guess our little massage session worked up more of an appetite than I thought. You hungry little guy?" You could eat, so you nod. "Great! Then this is the perfect time to show you our snack bar. Let's go." With you in hand, Mira heads to the changing room exit, but suddenly stops when she reaches the large door.
Confused, you strain your neck to look up past Mira's giant chest and ask, "Everything alright, Mira?"
She thinks for a moment before a small, wry smile appears on her face again. "Oh sorry, Tim. I just realized that his door is actually kind of heavy. I'll need both my hands to push it open. But, don't worry, I know a perfectly safe place to put you while I do it." Before you can ask, Mira pries apart her cleavage with one hand before gingerly stuffing you between her breasts with her other hand, leaving your head and shoulders just barely poking out from between them. Mira's clearly having fun with all this, not that you're complaining. With you secured in her breasts, Mira puts both her hands to the door and tries to force it open, as if she were doing a push-up against it. As she does so, her chest tightens, squeezing you between her massive melons as her chest slowly presses against the door, steadily increasing the pressure on you. Again, you can't really tell if this is just elaborate teasing or if this is for real, but, nearly surrounded by Mira's soft boob flesh, you're not really in a place to question it.
Finally, Mira gets through the door and heads to the snack bar. With the door gone, you've been relieved of most of the pressure, but Mira's tight shirt keeps her breasts firmly sandwiched around you. Despite that, they still wobble and bounce immensely with every step Mira takes, crashing on you like soft, fleshy ocean waves that refused to be contained by a measly shirt. After just a few steps, you're already getting dizzy from the constant movement, but you can't deny how good it feels against your lower body. You feel your cock starting to harden again.
After a few minutes, Mira finally reaches the snack bar (named "Snack Bar," just as creative as "The Gym"). She sits down at one of the cushioned swivel stools installed in front of the bar, her massive ass easily spilling over the sides, before pulling you out of her breasts and placing you on the bar in front of her. "Welcome to the Snack Bar, little guy. Here our clients can get all the healthy fuel they need for a full workout."
Feeling peckish, you start looking around for a menu when you hear a familiar voice from behind. "Hey there, Mira! Good to see ya."
"Hey, Tami! I thought you might be on Snack Bar duty about now," says Mira.Your heart skips a beat when you hear that name. You turn around and recognize the girl with the fiery red hair stepping out from the back of the bar, once again clad in her gym uniform that clings to her curvy and imposing figure. You leap back in fear, landing against Mira's breasts. She giggles at your unexpected, but not unwelcome, impulse, enjoying you against her breasts again. "Ha ha, whoa, little guy, what's gotten into you. I thought I said we could take another of our little breaks later?"
Tami approaches and says, with a splash of guilt, "Actually, I think that's because of me." As she gets closer, you feel your body tense and ache as your painful memories of your time with Tami and Tiffany in the ring start flooding back. You desperately hope there wont be a round two.
Mira gestures to Tami and cheers, "Tim this is my best friend in the whole Gym, Tami, and the nicest person you'll ever meet." After a moment, she notices your frightened reaction and Tami's apologetic look and asks, "or...have you to met?"
Tami answers, "We have. Earlier, with my sister, in the ring." Sensing your well-placed fear, Tami attempts to bury the hatchet with you. "Sorry about what happened earlier, little guy. When Tiff and I heard we we're getting a new guy today, she made a bet over who could haze you more, and we both are a little over-competitive. It's just, when I'm with my sister or inside that ring, I tend to get a little carried away, and you saw the worst of both worlds, sorry." You're taken aback by the unexpected apology, but it, along with her gentle demeanor, does calm you down a little. It's like she's a completely different person now; maybe you did just catch her at a bad time.
She blushes as she continues apologizing, "What's more, I wasn't expecting how cute and tiny you'd be. If I can be a little over-honest, I kinda have a thing for smaller men and whipping them into shape (it kinda comes with the job). I guess you can say I got a little over-excited." She bends over, giving you a full view of her cleavage as she continues. "To make it up to you: my sister is taking care of another client right now, so maybe we could have a one-on-one session in the ring later. You can practice some moves on me while I show you just how gentle I can be." She leans in close. You feel the hot breath coming from her full lips as she whispers, "Unless you liked it a little rough?" Your face blushing beet red, you don't answer, but you think back to Tami pounding you with her massive ass, making your body shudder a little.
As Mira walks off with you in hand to the changing room, you're still reeling. You can hardly believe what just happened: fooling around with a dynamite vixen of a coworker on your first day of work. Mira is easily the best thing that's happened to you all day. The tortuous time you spent getting crushed, squished, and smashed by Kayle, Tami, and Tiffany almost seems like a distant dream now.
Mira steps into the changing room and puts you on a nearby shelf. She hands you back your clothes to put on before changing back into her uniform: tight yoga pants and a small t-shirt labeled "GYM" that has shows a generous amount of cleavage. You can't help but notice how Mira's curvaceous body jiggles and bounces as she squirms into her clingy clothes. You can't really tell if this is the struggle she normally goes through every time she changes or if she's doing this on purpose, just to give you a small but titillating post-show tease after your session together.
When you both finish changing, Mira picks you back up, but before she can walk out with you, she feels her stomach rumble."Oops, haha, I guess our little massage session worked up more of an appetite than I thought. You hungry little guy?" You could eat, so you nod. "Great! Then this is the perfect time to show you our snack bar. Let's go." With you in hand, Mira heads to the changing room exit, but suddenly stops when she reaches the large door.
Confused, you strain your neck to look up past Mira's giant chest and ask, "Everything alright, Mira?"
She thinks for a moment before a small, wry smile appears on her face again. "Oh sorry, Tim. I just realized that his door is actually kind of heavy. I'll need both my hands to push it open. But, don't worry, I know a perfectly safe place to put you while I do it." Before you can ask, Mira pries apart her cleavage with one hand before gingerly stuffing you between her breasts with her other hand, leaving your head and shoulders just barely poking out from between them. Mira's clearly having fun with all this, not that you're complaining. With you secured in her breasts, Mira puts both her hands to the door and tries to force it open, as if she were doing a push-up against it. As she does so, her chest tightens, squeezing you between her massive melons as her chest slowly presses against the door, steadily increasing the pressure on you. Again, you can't really tell if this is just elaborate teasing or if this is for real, but, nearly surrounded by Mira's soft boob flesh, you're not really in a place to question it.
Finally, Mira gets through the door and heads to the snack bar. With the door gone, you've been relieved of most of the pressure, but Mira's tight shirt keeps her breasts firmly sandwiched around you. Despite that, they still wobble and bounce immensely with every step Mira takes, crashing on you like soft, fleshy ocean waves that refused to be contained by a measly shirt. After just a few steps, you're already getting dizzy from the constant movement, but you can't deny how good it feels against your lower body. You feel your cock starting to harden again.
After a few minutes, Mira finally reaches the snack bar (named "Snack Bar," just as creative as "The Gym"). She sits down at one of the cushioned swivel stools installed in front of the bar, her massive ass easily spilling over the sides, before pulling you out of her breasts and placing you on the bar in front of her. "Welcome to the Snack Bar, little guy. Here our clients can get all the healthy fuel they need for a full workout."
Feeling peckish, you start looking around for a menu when you hear a familiar voice from behind. "Hey there, Mira! Good to see ya."
"Hey, Tami! I thought you might be on Snack Bar duty about now," says Mira.Your heart skips a beat when you hear that name. You turn around and recognize the girl with the fiery red hair stepping out from the back of the bar, once again clad in her gym uniform that clings to her curvy and imposing figure. You leap back in fear, landing against Mira's breasts. She giggles at your unexpected, but not unwelcome, impulse, enjoying you against her breasts again. "Ha ha, whoa, little guy, what's gotten into you. I thought I said we could take another of our little breaks later?"
Tami approaches and says, with a splash of guilt, "Actually, I think that's because of me." As she gets closer, you feel your body tense and ache as your painful memories of your time with Tami and Tiffany in the ring start flooding back. You desperately hope there wont be a round two.
Mira gestures to Tami and cheers, "Tim this is my best friend in the whole Gym, Tami, and the nicest person you'll ever meet." After a moment, she notices your frightened reaction and Tami's apologetic look and asks, "or...have you to met?"
Tami answers, "We have. Earlier, with my sister, in the ring." Sensing your well-placed fear, Tami attempts to bury the hatchet with you. "Sorry about what happened earlier, little guy. When Tiff and I heard we we're getting a new guy today, she made a bet over who could haze you more, and we both are a little over-competitive. It's just, when I'm with my sister or inside that ring, I tend to get a little carried away, and you saw the worst of both worlds, sorry." You're taken aback by the unexpected apology, but it, along with her gentle demeanor, does calm you down a little. It's like she's a completely different person now; maybe you did just catch her at a bad time.
She blushes as she continues apologizing, "What's more, I wasn't expecting how cute and tiny you'd be. If I can be a little over-honest, I kinda have a thing for smaller men and whipping them into shape (it kinda comes with the job). I guess you can say I got a little over-excited." She bends over, giving you a full view of her cleavage as she continues. "To make it up to you: my sister is taking care of another client right now, so maybe we could have a one-on-one session in the ring later. You can practice some moves on me while I show you just how gentle I can be." She leans in close. You feel the hot breath coming from her full lips as she whispers, "Unless you liked it a little rough?" Your face blushing beet red, you don't answer, but you think back to Tami pounding you with her massive ass, making your body shudder a little.
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