Liz goes to the tanning salon, with you in tow
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 12
by
CrankoWanko
Mira frantically points after Liz, "There, look! She's going for the tanning salon! Stay here in case Liz comes back, Tami, I'll go get him. He's my partner, after all!" Mira hurries after the smaller red-head, who had just disappeared around the corner. Tami was left wishing that she could have spent more time with you before you got squished by some girl.
Slipping through the doorway leading to the tanning area, Mira quickly heard Liz hammering away at the little bell at the service desk, impatiently trying to get someone's attention. She spun in place, looking for someone to complain to about having to wait for service, causing her ass to wobble back and forth violently. Mira glanced down, seeing that you were still flat against the girl's ass cheek, and decided that the only subtle way to get you back would be to let you fall free on your own. She'd just have to keep Liz distracted until then.
Spying Mira in her tight staff shirt, Liz finally stopped dinging the bell and leaned back against the receptionist desk, flattening her thick ass against the hard wood surface. Liz wiggled in place as she sighed, "Ugh, finally! I want to tan." Mira grimaced as she watched Liz's hips grinding against the desk, imagining your poor body underneath such a posterior, and tried to hide the worry in her voice as she replied, "Yes, miss, of course. I just need you to sign here..." Mira flipped open a sign-in sheet on the desk and tapped a pen against it. Liz bucked her hips back, smashing you into the wall as she turned to face Mira with a questioning look. Mira tried to quell the girl's annoyance by explaining, "It's just so we can keep track of how many people are using our facilities, miss." Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes, but took the pen and scribbled something that looked too messy to be a real signature across most of the page.
Mira, ever the professional, put on her best customer service smile and said, "Great! Right this way, Miss Rousseau." You, still plastered face-first against this bimbo's huge ass, were mentally thanking Mira for her attempts at keeping Liz happy, because if you had to endure any more of the angry strutting from earlier that caused her ass to wobble uncontrollably you think your brain would have been shaken out of your head. Still, rubbing against Liz' buttock with every step she took wasn't much of an improvement. As they walked up to a tanning bed, Mira tried to keep her eyes off of the tiny imprint of a man on Liz's ass as she explained, "Did you know uh... how deep of a tone you want?" Liz wasn't really listening, though: she was too busy admiring the tanning beds. Despite your face being stuck directly against Liz's ass, you could see a bit to one side, and you were impressed as well. The tanning beds looked like one of the most expensive pieces of machinery in the gym; the lids were clear, probably made of some kind of plastic, which allowed staff to see inside to check on customers as they tanned. A few active beds gave off a smooth blue glow.
You wondered how the beds worked, before your thoughts were cut off abruptly by Liz swinging her enormous rear around and plopping it onto an open tanning bed, flattening you once more beneath her weight. Liz, for the first time that you could remember, sounded impressed, "Hey, these beds are actually kinda cool! They're clear, so any studs who come by can check me out while I'm tanning. That's, like, probably the least stupid thing I've seen at the gym so far." Liz wiggled her ass into the smooth glass surface playfully, grinding you harshly beneath her smooth skin. If you hadn't been so flattened, you'd have seen Mira trying to prevent herself from letting loose a torrent of insults at this short brat, but instead, you were left trying to ignore the gigantic ass being shoved in your face and bouncing against your crotch repeatedly. Mira cleared her throat and repeated, "Ahem, how dark of a tone do you want?"
Liz mumbled, "Whatever, just like, make me look good." She wiggled her way into the translucent tanning bed and laid back, "Not like that will be very hard, even for a minimum wage worker like you, right? I'm pretty much already perfect, haha!" You felt the vibrations of Liz's laughter jiggling her ass on top of you, which made you groan. Mira gave a very sarcastic chuckle at Liz's insulting demeanor, "Ha... right. Anyway, miss, I'll need you to lay down on your front side, actually. And put on this protective eye cover." Liz grumbled but complied by rolling over, finally lifting the tremendous weight of her hips off of you as you wobbled freely in the air. Mira handed Liz a blindfold eye-cover, and then reached for you. Mira lightly pinched you, being very careful as she attempted not to get Liz's attention. You were so thankful that you were about to be free from this catty red-head, but before Mira could make much progress Liz sighed dramatically, "So are you going to start this thing or what? I have a big day of turning heads to get to. And would you stop bumping into my ass?! I know it's gorgeous and all, but come on." Liz then reached back and gave her own rear slap, sinking you into her flesh as you were crushed between her finely manicured hand and her hefty ass cheek. Mira cursed under her breath as all the work she had just done to freeing you was undone by this impatient girl, and said, "Sure thing, miss. These things just take time to warm up. Anyway I'm closing the lid now."
After you stopped bouncing back and forth, you could see Mira unhappily lowering the clear tanning bed lid over you. You could still see her once it clicked shut, when Liz suddenly exclaimed, "Oh hey, one more thing!" and shifted in place. You found yourself rushing upwards towards the clear lid, unable to stop yourself. Your body met with the hard surface, coming to an abrupt and painful stop as Liz's huge ass kept rising until it had been squashed into the clear roof. When you opened your eyes and the mass of flesh had stopped bouncing against your face, you were able to see a very concerned Mira staring back at you through the glass. Liz had arched her back, sticking her butt up in the air, as she explained, "I'm trying to keep this body hot, but not crispy! I don't wanna get my beautiful buns burned..." for emphasis, Liz began rubbing her butt back and forth against the lid of the machine. You were forced to endure every movement and jiggle as Liz made her point crystal clear, while Mira was staring at the pathetic spectacle before her. Liz, still unaware of the tiny man being battered against her round butt, finished, "If anything happens to this ass, I'm suing this crappy gym and it's coming out of your paycheck!" Before she finally flopped back down, causing her buttocks to jiggle once more upon landing. Mira, annoyed to her limit, barely kept the anger from her voice as she said, "Oh yes MAM. One perfect tan, coming right up!" Before she set the machine on its lowest and longest setting, then left to cool her head, hoping you'd be free by the time she came back.
What happens to you during Liz's tan session?
Choice 1: With Mira gone, Liz decides to turn over to get comfortable, flattening you beneath her ass for the duration of the tan and giving her a pale, man-shaped spot on her skin (which she hopefully wont find later!)
Choice 2: You're stuck to the lid after Liz's whining. You fall off, and have to find a way to escape the tanning bed without Liz noticing... good luck!
Slipping through the doorway leading to the tanning area, Mira quickly heard Liz hammering away at the little bell at the service desk, impatiently trying to get someone's attention. She spun in place, looking for someone to complain to about having to wait for service, causing her ass to wobble back and forth violently. Mira glanced down, seeing that you were still flat against the girl's ass cheek, and decided that the only subtle way to get you back would be to let you fall free on your own. She'd just have to keep Liz distracted until then.
Spying Mira in her tight staff shirt, Liz finally stopped dinging the bell and leaned back against the receptionist desk, flattening her thick ass against the hard wood surface. Liz wiggled in place as she sighed, "Ugh, finally! I want to tan." Mira grimaced as she watched Liz's hips grinding against the desk, imagining your poor body underneath such a posterior, and tried to hide the worry in her voice as she replied, "Yes, miss, of course. I just need you to sign here..." Mira flipped open a sign-in sheet on the desk and tapped a pen against it. Liz bucked her hips back, smashing you into the wall as she turned to face Mira with a questioning look. Mira tried to quell the girl's annoyance by explaining, "It's just so we can keep track of how many people are using our facilities, miss." Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes, but took the pen and scribbled something that looked too messy to be a real signature across most of the page.
Mira, ever the professional, put on her best customer service smile and said, "Great! Right this way, Miss Rousseau." You, still plastered face-first against this bimbo's huge ass, were mentally thanking Mira for her attempts at keeping Liz happy, because if you had to endure any more of the angry strutting from earlier that caused her ass to wobble uncontrollably you think your brain would have been shaken out of your head. Still, rubbing against Liz' buttock with every step she took wasn't much of an improvement. As they walked up to a tanning bed, Mira tried to keep her eyes off of the tiny imprint of a man on Liz's ass as she explained, "Did you know uh... how deep of a tone you want?" Liz wasn't really listening, though: she was too busy admiring the tanning beds. Despite your face being stuck directly against Liz's ass, you could see a bit to one side, and you were impressed as well. The tanning beds looked like one of the most expensive pieces of machinery in the gym; the lids were clear, probably made of some kind of plastic, which allowed staff to see inside to check on customers as they tanned. A few active beds gave off a smooth blue glow.
You wondered how the beds worked, before your thoughts were cut off abruptly by Liz swinging her enormous rear around and plopping it onto an open tanning bed, flattening you once more beneath her weight. Liz, for the first time that you could remember, sounded impressed, "Hey, these beds are actually kinda cool! They're clear, so any studs who come by can check me out while I'm tanning. That's, like, probably the least stupid thing I've seen at the gym so far." Liz wiggled her ass into the smooth glass surface playfully, grinding you harshly beneath her smooth skin. If you hadn't been so flattened, you'd have seen Mira trying to prevent herself from letting loose a torrent of insults at this short brat, but instead, you were left trying to ignore the gigantic ass being shoved in your face and bouncing against your crotch repeatedly. Mira cleared her throat and repeated, "Ahem, how dark of a tone do you want?"
Liz mumbled, "Whatever, just like, make me look good." She wiggled her way into the translucent tanning bed and laid back, "Not like that will be very hard, even for a minimum wage worker like you, right? I'm pretty much already perfect, haha!" You felt the vibrations of Liz's laughter jiggling her ass on top of you, which made you groan. Mira gave a very sarcastic chuckle at Liz's insulting demeanor, "Ha... right. Anyway, miss, I'll need you to lay down on your front side, actually. And put on this protective eye cover." Liz grumbled but complied by rolling over, finally lifting the tremendous weight of her hips off of you as you wobbled freely in the air. Mira handed Liz a blindfold eye-cover, and then reached for you. Mira lightly pinched you, being very careful as she attempted not to get Liz's attention. You were so thankful that you were about to be free from this catty red-head, but before Mira could make much progress Liz sighed dramatically, "So are you going to start this thing or what? I have a big day of turning heads to get to. And would you stop bumping into my ass?! I know it's gorgeous and all, but come on." Liz then reached back and gave her own rear slap, sinking you into her flesh as you were crushed between her finely manicured hand and her hefty ass cheek. Mira cursed under her breath as all the work she had just done to freeing you was undone by this impatient girl, and said, "Sure thing, miss. These things just take time to warm up. Anyway I'm closing the lid now."
After you stopped bouncing back and forth, you could see Mira unhappily lowering the clear tanning bed lid over you. You could still see her once it clicked shut, when Liz suddenly exclaimed, "Oh hey, one more thing!" and shifted in place. You found yourself rushing upwards towards the clear lid, unable to stop yourself. Your body met with the hard surface, coming to an abrupt and painful stop as Liz's huge ass kept rising until it had been squashed into the clear roof. When you opened your eyes and the mass of flesh had stopped bouncing against your face, you were able to see a very concerned Mira staring back at you through the glass. Liz had arched her back, sticking her butt up in the air, as she explained, "I'm trying to keep this body hot, but not crispy! I don't wanna get my beautiful buns burned..." for emphasis, Liz began rubbing her butt back and forth against the lid of the machine. You were forced to endure every movement and jiggle as Liz made her point crystal clear, while Mira was staring at the pathetic spectacle before her. Liz, still unaware of the tiny man being battered against her round butt, finished, "If anything happens to this ass, I'm suing this crappy gym and it's coming out of your paycheck!" Before she finally flopped back down, causing her buttocks to jiggle once more upon landing. Mira, annoyed to her limit, barely kept the anger from her voice as she said, "Oh yes MAM. One perfect tan, coming right up!" Before she set the machine on its lowest and longest setting, then left to cool her head, hoping you'd be free by the time she came back.
What happens to you during Liz's tan session?
Choice 1: With Mira gone, Liz decides to turn over to get comfortable, flattening you beneath her ass for the duration of the tan and giving her a pale, man-shaped spot on her skin (which she hopefully wont find later!)
Choice 2: You're stuck to the lid after Liz's whining. You fall off, and have to find a way to escape the tanning bed without Liz noticing... good luck!
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