No, she’s just confused.
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
you felt her feel at her chest, crushing your body into the fabric of her tank top. it was a sports top so it was stretchy with smaller holes between fibres, but as she was pushing down on you, you realised that the impact with the dashboard had helped your body force its way into those gaps, you felt her top pinching you as her nipple pushed into your face through the fabric. effectivly gagged by her hardened nipple and pinned in place by her top there was little you could do to help her find you. your world shifted as she leant over, bending down to look for you, thinking you must have fallen to the floor as she couldnt feel you under her, thanks to the size of her breasts the chances of her spotting you on them was minimal without a mirror infront of her. you really wished the gym had more of them, but mirrors were a distraction when working out so there was only a couple. none of which were showing you off at the right angle.
you heard the woman grumble "come on little guy, where are you" she muttered as she looked about the floor for you, suddenly she stood up straight causing you and her breasts to bounce slightly "oh maybe he fell down my cleavage when i fell on the dashboard!" you feel her breasts jiggle and shift as she stuck her fingers down her cleavage to feel for you, obviously her search wouldnt come up with any result other than not finding you yet again. you felt one finger of hers scratch at you, rubbing her nipple absentmindedly "where could he be...did my breasts knock him across the gym or something" she sighed and you felt her shrug "oh well, i can continue on until he gets back"
you groaned, you didnt want this woman to continue her workout with you flattened on her chest, you tried to mvoe but the stretched out fabric had you pinned perfectly, no chance of you moving at all. you felt your body try to reform but it just ended up expanding to fill the fabric gaps a bit tighter, pinning you even more than before. the pinching sensation was quite painful, her nipple pressing into your face was like leaning against a hot rock, and her finger kept grinding into your back, pressing you more into it. you heard the hum of the machine spring back to life and the bouncing sensation of your stomach lurching as she began to jog again, every now and again her chest would push the button to speed it up, each time she stumbled and slammed her breasts down on the dashboard, crushing you with a new wave of agony before running at the new speed.
as she ran faster her breasts bounced more, you jiggled along with them, you could taste the salty sweat seeping through the fabric and into your helpless mouth, her sweat soaking onto you through the top you were currently a logo on. she kept running unaware her trainer was so close to her heart. as she ran fast you hoped the bouncing rapidly might help you peel off her top eventually...
you heard the woman grumble "come on little guy, where are you" she muttered as she looked about the floor for you, suddenly she stood up straight causing you and her breasts to bounce slightly "oh maybe he fell down my cleavage when i fell on the dashboard!" you feel her breasts jiggle and shift as she stuck her fingers down her cleavage to feel for you, obviously her search wouldnt come up with any result other than not finding you yet again. you felt one finger of hers scratch at you, rubbing her nipple absentmindedly "where could he be...did my breasts knock him across the gym or something" she sighed and you felt her shrug "oh well, i can continue on until he gets back"
you groaned, you didnt want this woman to continue her workout with you flattened on her chest, you tried to mvoe but the stretched out fabric had you pinned perfectly, no chance of you moving at all. you felt your body try to reform but it just ended up expanding to fill the fabric gaps a bit tighter, pinning you even more than before. the pinching sensation was quite painful, her nipple pressing into your face was like leaning against a hot rock, and her finger kept grinding into your back, pressing you more into it. you heard the hum of the machine spring back to life and the bouncing sensation of your stomach lurching as she began to jog again, every now and again her chest would push the button to speed it up, each time she stumbled and slammed her breasts down on the dashboard, crushing you with a new wave of agony before running at the new speed.
as she ran faster her breasts bounced more, you jiggled along with them, you could taste the salty sweat seeping through the fabric and into your helpless mouth, her sweat soaking onto you through the top you were currently a logo on. she kept running unaware her trainer was so close to her heart. as she ran fast you hoped the bouncing rapidly might help you peel off her top eventually...
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