The girl thinks it's adorable...
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
rocky4mayor
The dark haired woman flashed you smile, “So you are going to hold my breasts up. A little man vs. my breasts.” she said as she lets out a giggle. She lifted her breasts up the dashboard, letting her breasts steamroll up the dashboard. You braced yourself as best you can, but her breasts knock you onto your butt, and roll over most of your body. Your arms and legs were completely pinned under her breasts, and only your head was sticking out from her giant right breast.
She let out a little giggle, and her smile got bigger “That’s perfect, you are covering the speed up button so I can lean forward all I want without hitting it.” You shot her an unsure look, but she already started the treadmill back up. Her breasts quickly start jiggling on top of you. Her soft flesh rubs up and down your small form. Your body is encased, and you feel the weight of her breasts pressing into your body with every jiggle. Between each bob of her breast you try to take a breath, and taste the heat coming off her body as she works up a sweat. You try to wiggle your arms and legs, but all you can feel is the huge weight of her breast on your body. She leans forward pressing more of her breast onto you; your head becomes mostly cover by her breast as she continues to bounce along on the treadmill. The softness of her breast engulfs your whole body with her flesh. You also feel a much softer part of her breast rubbing into your groin, as you hear her moan softly, and come to a sudden stop.
She lifts her breasts off the dashboard, exposing you under her. You gasp for air, as she rests her breasts on your legs. “I have an idea my little helper, I will hold my breasts up, but if I start to lean forward again you need to signal me to lean back.” Upon hearing her you crack a smile, a task that you can do. She leans forward, “for example, when I do this” you gasp at the sudden speed of her breasts, and your bowled over, and are crushed to the dashboard by her huge breasts. She leans back; her breasts come off, as you stagger to your feet. “When that happens, I give you full permission to pinch, poke, or whatever to get me to lean back.”
Suddenly, you realize that this may not be as easy as you think. She gives you a wink, and you tell her that you are ready. Already she leans forward, and you do the first thing that comes to mind. You send your body into a tackle into her breast, her softness catching you as you sink into her flesh. You hear her let out an “ooo” and quickly she leans back letting out a giggle. Maybe this won’t be that hard you think, as she flashes you a smile.
A few minutes pass, you notice that she is getting tired holding her breasts up, she leans forward again. Her breasts quickly press into you, and you grab what flesh you can, and squeeze/pinch her. You’re rewarded with short gasp, as you realize that you pinched her nipple. You gaze up to her, and she leans more forward as you try pinching harder. She coos softly, “I think you can pinch harder than that.” she lets her breast rest across your body, pinning you to the dashboard. You squeeze her nipple with your arms, feeling against the weight of her giant breast bearing down you. She lets out a quiet purr of joy, and leans back.
You felt her breasts becoming lighter on you as she leaned back, but your grip on her nipple stayed strong. Suddenly you found yourself hanging off her nipple away from the dashboard, your arms squeezing her nipple tightly, and you plant your face into her nipple not wanting to look down. Her breasts continued to bob as she walks on the treadmill, every bob shaking your grip on her nipple. You felt her fingers at your back, and felt relieved. Your feelings were misplaced, as her fingers rubbed your body along her breasts. Your body felt like an indent on her huge chest, as she pressed your small form into her softness. You felt her nipple hardening and one of her fingers at the back of your head, pressing you into her firming flesh. She leaned forward, your whole body becoming crushed under her huge mount of flesh. The trapped heat of her breast and her sweat covering you as she leaned more forward on the dashboard.
She was quickly snapped out of her dream as her breast hit the speed up key, and she slipped forward, smashing her breasts on the dashboard flattening you on her breast. She quickly regained her footing, but didn’t feel you under her anymore. She runs her hands over the front of her breasts, trying to feel for you. Her fingers poke your head into her nipple, but she didn’t know that she was looking for a flatten version of you on her huge chest. You feel her hand squeezing your body along her chest…
...does she feel you?
She let out a little giggle, and her smile got bigger “That’s perfect, you are covering the speed up button so I can lean forward all I want without hitting it.” You shot her an unsure look, but she already started the treadmill back up. Her breasts quickly start jiggling on top of you. Her soft flesh rubs up and down your small form. Your body is encased, and you feel the weight of her breasts pressing into your body with every jiggle. Between each bob of her breast you try to take a breath, and taste the heat coming off her body as she works up a sweat. You try to wiggle your arms and legs, but all you can feel is the huge weight of her breast on your body. She leans forward pressing more of her breast onto you; your head becomes mostly cover by her breast as she continues to bounce along on the treadmill. The softness of her breast engulfs your whole body with her flesh. You also feel a much softer part of her breast rubbing into your groin, as you hear her moan softly, and come to a sudden stop.
She lifts her breasts off the dashboard, exposing you under her. You gasp for air, as she rests her breasts on your legs. “I have an idea my little helper, I will hold my breasts up, but if I start to lean forward again you need to signal me to lean back.” Upon hearing her you crack a smile, a task that you can do. She leans forward, “for example, when I do this” you gasp at the sudden speed of her breasts, and your bowled over, and are crushed to the dashboard by her huge breasts. She leans back; her breasts come off, as you stagger to your feet. “When that happens, I give you full permission to pinch, poke, or whatever to get me to lean back.”
Suddenly, you realize that this may not be as easy as you think. She gives you a wink, and you tell her that you are ready. Already she leans forward, and you do the first thing that comes to mind. You send your body into a tackle into her breast, her softness catching you as you sink into her flesh. You hear her let out an “ooo” and quickly she leans back letting out a giggle. Maybe this won’t be that hard you think, as she flashes you a smile.
A few minutes pass, you notice that she is getting tired holding her breasts up, she leans forward again. Her breasts quickly press into you, and you grab what flesh you can, and squeeze/pinch her. You’re rewarded with short gasp, as you realize that you pinched her nipple. You gaze up to her, and she leans more forward as you try pinching harder. She coos softly, “I think you can pinch harder than that.” she lets her breast rest across your body, pinning you to the dashboard. You squeeze her nipple with your arms, feeling against the weight of her giant breast bearing down you. She lets out a quiet purr of joy, and leans back.
You felt her breasts becoming lighter on you as she leaned back, but your grip on her nipple stayed strong. Suddenly you found yourself hanging off her nipple away from the dashboard, your arms squeezing her nipple tightly, and you plant your face into her nipple not wanting to look down. Her breasts continued to bob as she walks on the treadmill, every bob shaking your grip on her nipple. You felt her fingers at your back, and felt relieved. Your feelings were misplaced, as her fingers rubbed your body along her breasts. Your body felt like an indent on her huge chest, as she pressed your small form into her softness. You felt her nipple hardening and one of her fingers at the back of your head, pressing you into her firming flesh. She leaned forward, your whole body becoming crushed under her huge mount of flesh. The trapped heat of her breast and her sweat covering you as she leaned more forward on the dashboard.
She was quickly snapped out of her dream as her breast hit the speed up key, and she slipped forward, smashing her breasts on the dashboard flattening you on her breast. She quickly regained her footing, but didn’t feel you under her anymore. She runs her hands over the front of her breasts, trying to feel for you. Her fingers poke your head into her nipple, but she didn’t know that she was looking for a flatten version of you on her huge chest. You feel her hand squeezing your body along her chest…
...does she feel you?
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