"Let me shower, then you can look for your ...
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
Mesmerized by the constant, tantalizing jiggling of Kayle's soft ass, you don't even resister what she just said, but Alison certainly does. Kayle starts walking off to the shower, unwittingly keeping you in tow with her round, massive rear, the jiggles caused by every quick step she takes send stimulating vibrations through your entire body. Alison hastily reaches out to try and stop her again, knowing that things could turn bad for you if you're left stuck to Kayle and her massively destructive ass. "W-w-wait! H-hold on, Kayle. Just lemme go get Mira, she can vouch for me. There really is a tiny guy stuck to your butt."
Before Alison can reach her, Kayle suddenly stops and stomps her foot in frustration, the sudden wild motion jiggling you like crazy. That was enough to let her roommate that she means business, and it even snapped you out of your aroused trance for a bit. "You know what, Alison? I've had a looong, boring day at work, and my brain is fried because of it. The last thing I want to do right now is keep indulging another one of your silly pranks. I was hoping to have a little mindless fun tonight, but, since I couldn't enjoy the movie (thanks to you), I guess I'll just have to settle for a long, relaxing shower. Now, if you'll excuse me." Knowing full well that her roommate is in another one of her moods, Alison relents and gives you a sheepish look (not that you can see it) as Kayle walks off with you.
You finally realize what's happening and start to panic. This is the last thing you want to happen to you right now. True, if Kayle cleans herself thoroughly enough in the shower, she has a better chance of finding you, but the shower is far from the best place to make a first impression with any girl you've just met, let alone your co-worker. Hell, if she finds you and mistakenly thinks her new co-worker is a tiny pervert, your job could be on the line. Before Kayle can reach the bathroom, you desperately try to squirm your way to freedom, squeezing and pulling on as much of her immense, succulent ass as possible, but, try as you might, you're stuck tight, with the constant jiggling caused by Kayle's walking easily overpowering your efforts. What's more, it's getting hard to focus again as Kayle continues to unconsciously rub you in all the right ways with her booty, and all your squirming sinks your erection deeper into her yielding flesh, arousing you all the more.
Before you know it, Kayle reaches the bathroom and starts taking her clothes off. She peels off her extra-tight shorts as best she can but has trouble. Amidst grunts and huffs, she shimmys her hips left and right as she slowly drags the cloth down her acres of meaty flesh, putting on a delicious show as it bulges out and jiggles wildly. The waistband eventually reaches you and you feel an extra amount of pressure as it bears down on you, pressing you and your cock deeper into Kayle's soft flesh, stimulating you even more. Before long, Kayle triumphantly pulls her shorts completely off and steps into the glass shower stall.
You can't tell with your face buried deep into Kayle's ass, but the width of the shower is almost too small for her. Walking head-on into it, Kayle barely has enough room for her extra-extra wide hips, save for a couple inches on each side of her. Kayle, un-phased by the lack of room, turns on the shower, and hot water starts cascading down her back and eventually yours. She grabs a nearby washcloth and a bar of soap and starts lathering herself up. As she does so, she thinks aloud. "That Alison. I mean really: a tiny man, stuck to my ass? Who comes up with that kind of stuff!? Besides, if we really did have a tiny new co-worker, I think I would know if he was stuck to my butt...wouldn't I?" Kalye looks over her shoulder at her ass (still unable to see you) and, with her hand holding the washcloth, squeezes it a few times, unknowingly squeezing you as well. "It's not that big, is it," the mutters to herself, feeling a little subconscious. You would have to disagree, as you feel more and more of her doughy flesh pressing against you from all sides.
Soon, she stops squeezing her ass and starts lathering it, rubbing both you and it all over with soap. The heat from the water makes Kayle's warm flesh feel even hotter, and you feel like you're going to melt as she unintentionally rubs you all around the grand expanse of her soft flesh, making you moan. Before long, you find yourself squirming and squeezing her ass again, not in a desperate attempt to escape, but in a a desperate attempt to feel up as much of her gigantic ass as possible as she hums to herself in blissful ignorance.
If you weren't so focused on Kayle's ass, you'd recognize the song she's humming as the newest Top 40 song that was playing at work throughout the day, and it's stuck in her head. Getting into a groove, Kayle starts singing aloud into the soap bar in her hand while rhythmically shaking her hips back and forth. If this were a bigger shower, this wouldn't be much of a problem for you, barring the constant jiggling. However, with glass walls practically sandwiching her, Kayle repeatedly bumps her ass into each one, making her ass bounce twice as much while the glass presses your defenseless body deeper against it. She even occasionally slides up and down the glass as she does a little dance, flattening you all the more.
Eventually, Kayle's soap slips out of her hands. but, when she bends over to reach it, she slips, falling backwards. A wet, fleshy slap can be heard as her mammoth ass plummets onto you and pounds you flat against the shower floor. Kayle squeaks from the pain while you groan, though your groans are silenced by her metric tons of soft flesh. You've never felt pressure like this before, and you can hardly stand it, though, despite it all, you still feel your erection meekly poking back its approval at all of Kayle's overbearing, smothering flesh. Kayle moans. "Owww. Oh geez. I really gotta stop moving around so much in here." She looks back at her ass again and wiggles it a little while giving a weak smirk. "Oh well. At least I've got a decent cushion." She gives it an affectionate slap, the vibrations teasing you all the more, before standing back up. This time, to avoid falling over again, Kayle leans back against the wall, and you feel extreme pressure again as her weight bears down on you and the glass, effortlessly pinning you. If one of her roommates walked in right now, they'd see your tiny body through the glass spread-eagle against Kayle's giant cheek, like you were trying to give Kayle's ass the biggest hug possible. Kayle sighs as the pressures of the day seem to fade away; you groan, as the pressure only increases.
What happens next?
Before Alison can reach her, Kayle suddenly stops and stomps her foot in frustration, the sudden wild motion jiggling you like crazy. That was enough to let her roommate that she means business, and it even snapped you out of your aroused trance for a bit. "You know what, Alison? I've had a looong, boring day at work, and my brain is fried because of it. The last thing I want to do right now is keep indulging another one of your silly pranks. I was hoping to have a little mindless fun tonight, but, since I couldn't enjoy the movie (thanks to you), I guess I'll just have to settle for a long, relaxing shower. Now, if you'll excuse me." Knowing full well that her roommate is in another one of her moods, Alison relents and gives you a sheepish look (not that you can see it) as Kayle walks off with you.
You finally realize what's happening and start to panic. This is the last thing you want to happen to you right now. True, if Kayle cleans herself thoroughly enough in the shower, she has a better chance of finding you, but the shower is far from the best place to make a first impression with any girl you've just met, let alone your co-worker. Hell, if she finds you and mistakenly thinks her new co-worker is a tiny pervert, your job could be on the line. Before Kayle can reach the bathroom, you desperately try to squirm your way to freedom, squeezing and pulling on as much of her immense, succulent ass as possible, but, try as you might, you're stuck tight, with the constant jiggling caused by Kayle's walking easily overpowering your efforts. What's more, it's getting hard to focus again as Kayle continues to unconsciously rub you in all the right ways with her booty, and all your squirming sinks your erection deeper into her yielding flesh, arousing you all the more.
Before you know it, Kayle reaches the bathroom and starts taking her clothes off. She peels off her extra-tight shorts as best she can but has trouble. Amidst grunts and huffs, she shimmys her hips left and right as she slowly drags the cloth down her acres of meaty flesh, putting on a delicious show as it bulges out and jiggles wildly. The waistband eventually reaches you and you feel an extra amount of pressure as it bears down on you, pressing you and your cock deeper into Kayle's soft flesh, stimulating you even more. Before long, Kayle triumphantly pulls her shorts completely off and steps into the glass shower stall.
You can't tell with your face buried deep into Kayle's ass, but the width of the shower is almost too small for her. Walking head-on into it, Kayle barely has enough room for her extra-extra wide hips, save for a couple inches on each side of her. Kayle, un-phased by the lack of room, turns on the shower, and hot water starts cascading down her back and eventually yours. She grabs a nearby washcloth and a bar of soap and starts lathering herself up. As she does so, she thinks aloud. "That Alison. I mean really: a tiny man, stuck to my ass? Who comes up with that kind of stuff!? Besides, if we really did have a tiny new co-worker, I think I would know if he was stuck to my butt...wouldn't I?" Kalye looks over her shoulder at her ass (still unable to see you) and, with her hand holding the washcloth, squeezes it a few times, unknowingly squeezing you as well. "It's not that big, is it," the mutters to herself, feeling a little subconscious. You would have to disagree, as you feel more and more of her doughy flesh pressing against you from all sides.
Soon, she stops squeezing her ass and starts lathering it, rubbing both you and it all over with soap. The heat from the water makes Kayle's warm flesh feel even hotter, and you feel like you're going to melt as she unintentionally rubs you all around the grand expanse of her soft flesh, making you moan. Before long, you find yourself squirming and squeezing her ass again, not in a desperate attempt to escape, but in a a desperate attempt to feel up as much of her gigantic ass as possible as she hums to herself in blissful ignorance.
If you weren't so focused on Kayle's ass, you'd recognize the song she's humming as the newest Top 40 song that was playing at work throughout the day, and it's stuck in her head. Getting into a groove, Kayle starts singing aloud into the soap bar in her hand while rhythmically shaking her hips back and forth. If this were a bigger shower, this wouldn't be much of a problem for you, barring the constant jiggling. However, with glass walls practically sandwiching her, Kayle repeatedly bumps her ass into each one, making her ass bounce twice as much while the glass presses your defenseless body deeper against it. She even occasionally slides up and down the glass as she does a little dance, flattening you all the more.
Eventually, Kayle's soap slips out of her hands. but, when she bends over to reach it, she slips, falling backwards. A wet, fleshy slap can be heard as her mammoth ass plummets onto you and pounds you flat against the shower floor. Kayle squeaks from the pain while you groan, though your groans are silenced by her metric tons of soft flesh. You've never felt pressure like this before, and you can hardly stand it, though, despite it all, you still feel your erection meekly poking back its approval at all of Kayle's overbearing, smothering flesh. Kayle moans. "Owww. Oh geez. I really gotta stop moving around so much in here." She looks back at her ass again and wiggles it a little while giving a weak smirk. "Oh well. At least I've got a decent cushion." She gives it an affectionate slap, the vibrations teasing you all the more, before standing back up. This time, to avoid falling over again, Kayle leans back against the wall, and you feel extreme pressure again as her weight bears down on you and the glass, effortlessly pinning you. If one of her roommates walked in right now, they'd see your tiny body through the glass spread-eagle against Kayle's giant cheek, like you were trying to give Kayle's ass the biggest hug possible. Kayle sighs as the pressures of the day seem to fade away; you groan, as the pressure only increases.
What happens next?
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