I should return you to Mira
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
"I've been having such a great time with you, Tim. I could keep going, but you clearly need a break. I should return you to your partner, Mira. She should be able to take care of you, and I'll get to tell her what a great job you did!" Daphne gives a little squeal and wraps her arms around her breasts, basically trying to give you a hug while you're squished between them. As you're squeezed from all around by Daphne's soft, endearing hug, you can't help but think about how you were no real help to Daphne during this whole experience. The whole time you were just steamrolled and pressed by her giant breasts, but, despite the lack of any actual training being done by you, you've somehow gotten into her affectionate graces, which both pleases and terrifies you.
Nevertheless, once Daphne releases her overwhelming hug, you give a sigh of relief, and not just because she released the tight hug. Not only did you somehow survive this experience, but, with Daphne's testimony, you've also got your bet with Mira in the bag, which is great news. For one, it means you won't end up getting sat on by Mira and her plump ass (which actually doesn't sound so bad, not that you'd ever admit it to her), but, more importantly, she'll have to do what ever you say to do next. Just think of it: a hot, blond trainer at your beck and call. It's a dream come true! Your daydreaming is cut short as Daphne continues, "Ok, enough dawdling, cutie. As much as I'd love to spend more time with you, I should really take you back." You were wondering if Daphne would finally take you out of her breasts and carry you to Mira in her hands, but, as if responding to your thoughts, she winks and coos, "But I hope you enjoy the ride, at least, stud." With that, Daphne walks back to Mira's office, where she last saw Mira heading towards, keeping you between her breasts. With every step Daphne takes, her giant breasts sway and bounce, repeatedly pounding you between them. Even though they're sweaty and slippery from Daphne's workout, her breasts are still held in place (somewhat) by her extra-tight sports bra, leaving you no room to move.
While a part of you certainly enjoys this, as noted by your still-erect cock, being pounded by Daphne's breasts is still pretty painful. You're happy that Daphne likes you so much, but you still wish that she was just a little more careful with you. She kinda reminds you of Mira. In fact, now that you think about it, she reminds you a lot of Mira, just with black hair and a bigger cup size...and maybe even more playful. A scary thought suddenly hits you: these two are about to have a conversation with each other. What if they become fast friends? And what if these two careless women want to have more fun with you together? What painful things would happen to you? You gulp at the thought and hope that the worst case scenario doesn't happen. Trapped in Daphne's tits with no hope to escape on your own, it's all you can do. But Daphne is just gonna drop you off and say you did a good job. That couldn't take more than five seconds. There's no way they'd hit it off that quickly, right?
You've no time left to think as Daphne finally arrives at Mira's door, pulls you out of her breasts, and knocks. "Come iiiin!" Mira chirps, while sitting behind her desk and rifling through some papers. Daphne peeks her head in and gives a meek hello, and, upon seeing the familiar face, Mira's face brightens. "Oh hi! You're the woman I met on the treadmill earlier, right?" She stops her work and gestures Daphne in, "Come in, Come in!"
Daphne perks up at Mira's warm welcome and steps inside the office, holding you behind her back as she steps to Mira's desk. "Yep, it's me again. My name's Daphne, by the way. It's a pleasure to officially meet."
Mira is a bit surprised that Daphne came to her, instead of the other way around, so she asks, "Is everything alright, Daphne? Did something happen with the trainer I left you with?" Mira thinks you might've fallen off and gotten stuck on the treadmill belt or something. The thought of that makes her a bit worried for you, but, if it's true, at least that would mean she won the bet, which she can't help but get a little happy over.
"No, no. Everything's fine. In fact, he's right here." Daphne pulls you out from behind her right before she reaches the desk. "The poor little guy looks like he could use a break, so I thought I'd return him to you." She gently lays you down on the desk in front of Mira before turning around to leave. "Thanks!"
You're left lying on your back, still breathing a bit hard, as Daphne walks off. You sit up and look up at Mira, which, as always, is hard to do thanks to her massive breasts looming over you. You raise your hand and give a weak greeting. "Hey, Mira."
Mira looks down at you and responds with a friendly greeting before eyeing the tent you've pitched in your shorts, which you've forgotten about. Oblivious to what Daphne put you through, Mira giggles to herself, thinking you got a hard-on from staring up at her breasts just now. Making sure that Daphne can't hear, Mira whispers, "Oh my, it looks like our little Hercules wants a rematch with these titans." She squeezes her huge breasts together with her arms teasingly in front of you . You quickly realize what she means by that and panic. You did NOT wan't to get crushed by her breasts again. "Well, little champion, come face them, if you dare!" You get deja vu as Mira shifts in her seat for a moment, raising her colossal chest high above you before slowly lowering it towards you.
While you try and hide your erection with one hand, you hold the other one up to Mira, desperately hoping that you can convince her to stop her descent long enough to resolve this misunderstanding. "N-No wait, Mira! I-I didn't get this from staring at your breasts. I mean--I wasn't starting at your breasts. I was looking at you. I-I-It's just hard to look up past your--" Your pleas are silenced as the weight of Mira's right breast crashes upon you.
Fortunately, unlike before, Mira isn't crushing your whole body with her breasts. It's just your lower half that's been flattened, but that does mean your cock is being squished and stimulated by every gentle movement Mira's soft flesh makes. In front of you, all you see is the blue from Mira's sports bra, and above you her nipple, poking out from the thin fabric is nearly brushing the top of your head. Casually resting her her head on her hands and elbows, Mira coyly teases, "Aww, too bad, Herc. Even with the power of the mighty bra, you still can't stand up to the Crush of the Titans." Mira giggles and gently shakes her chest, the bouncing of her breast stimulating your cock more and making you moan a little. It's not how you imagined things might play out, but at least Daphne and Mira didn't spend more time talking to each other.
After taking a moment to admire your familiar predicament, Mira suddenly remembers something and quickly lifts her head up, the sudden movement making her breast shake on you even more. Mira gasps, "The bet!" She reaches out for Daphne, "Daphne, wait come back!!"
Daphne was just about out the door when Mira called her. Puzzled, she turns around, returns to Mira, and asks her, "What's up?" Right before Mira answers her, She spies you getting flattened by Mira's giant breast, which makes her smile.
"We need your help to settle a bet," Mira says.
"A bet?"
"Yep, and what you say next will decide the winner." She gestures towards you, still flattened against her breast on the desk. "As you can see, this little guy looooves to get squished against big boobs." Daphne looks back at you and smiles, knowing firsthand the truth behind that statement.
You crane your head back and try to defend yourself, "To be fair, I-I...Ay, ay, ay...," but you're quickly silenced by Mira as she starts to distract you by playfully bouncing on you, making you moan in ecstasy. Both girls laugh at your cute display.
Mira continues, "After I learned that, I asked him if he likes it if a pretty girl sits on him, More specifically, I asked if he'd,like it if I sat on him, but he dodged the question, which led to our wager. If he could help a customer, without my help, and get them to tell me he did a good job, I'd do whatever he tells me to do next. If he fails, then I get to sit on him. So his fate is currently in his hands. So tell me, how'd he do, Daphne?"
After hearing about your bet, Daphne's smile gets even wider. You can tell that something about the results of the bet both fascinates and excites her, which kind of scares you. She asks, "Before I say how he did, could...could I join in, following whatever you do, depending on the winner?"
Mira is surprised by the question but she doesn't mind more company. "Sure, I don't mind, and Tim doesn't either. Right, little guy?"
Normally, you'd express your concerns against these girls having more time to bond, likely at your expense, but you're still too distracted by Mira's bouncing tit to say anything.
"See, he loves the idea! Now don't keep us waiting, Daphne. How was he?"
Before Daphne responds, another scary thought enters your head amidst the aroused haze: now that she's a part of this, Daphne can easily tell Mira that you did a lousy job, giving her a chance to sit on you with Mira. But Daphne likes you and said that she was gonna tell Mira you did a great job. She wasn't gonna lie just to get a chance to sit on you, would she? She's not that playful...right?
Daphne gives her answer, "Weeelll, Tim....
Nevertheless, once Daphne releases her overwhelming hug, you give a sigh of relief, and not just because she released the tight hug. Not only did you somehow survive this experience, but, with Daphne's testimony, you've also got your bet with Mira in the bag, which is great news. For one, it means you won't end up getting sat on by Mira and her plump ass (which actually doesn't sound so bad, not that you'd ever admit it to her), but, more importantly, she'll have to do what ever you say to do next. Just think of it: a hot, blond trainer at your beck and call. It's a dream come true! Your daydreaming is cut short as Daphne continues, "Ok, enough dawdling, cutie. As much as I'd love to spend more time with you, I should really take you back." You were wondering if Daphne would finally take you out of her breasts and carry you to Mira in her hands, but, as if responding to your thoughts, she winks and coos, "But I hope you enjoy the ride, at least, stud." With that, Daphne walks back to Mira's office, where she last saw Mira heading towards, keeping you between her breasts. With every step Daphne takes, her giant breasts sway and bounce, repeatedly pounding you between them. Even though they're sweaty and slippery from Daphne's workout, her breasts are still held in place (somewhat) by her extra-tight sports bra, leaving you no room to move.
While a part of you certainly enjoys this, as noted by your still-erect cock, being pounded by Daphne's breasts is still pretty painful. You're happy that Daphne likes you so much, but you still wish that she was just a little more careful with you. She kinda reminds you of Mira. In fact, now that you think about it, she reminds you a lot of Mira, just with black hair and a bigger cup size...and maybe even more playful. A scary thought suddenly hits you: these two are about to have a conversation with each other. What if they become fast friends? And what if these two careless women want to have more fun with you together? What painful things would happen to you? You gulp at the thought and hope that the worst case scenario doesn't happen. Trapped in Daphne's tits with no hope to escape on your own, it's all you can do. But Daphne is just gonna drop you off and say you did a good job. That couldn't take more than five seconds. There's no way they'd hit it off that quickly, right?
You've no time left to think as Daphne finally arrives at Mira's door, pulls you out of her breasts, and knocks. "Come iiiin!" Mira chirps, while sitting behind her desk and rifling through some papers. Daphne peeks her head in and gives a meek hello, and, upon seeing the familiar face, Mira's face brightens. "Oh hi! You're the woman I met on the treadmill earlier, right?" She stops her work and gestures Daphne in, "Come in, Come in!"
Daphne perks up at Mira's warm welcome and steps inside the office, holding you behind her back as she steps to Mira's desk. "Yep, it's me again. My name's Daphne, by the way. It's a pleasure to officially meet."
Mira is a bit surprised that Daphne came to her, instead of the other way around, so she asks, "Is everything alright, Daphne? Did something happen with the trainer I left you with?" Mira thinks you might've fallen off and gotten stuck on the treadmill belt or something. The thought of that makes her a bit worried for you, but, if it's true, at least that would mean she won the bet, which she can't help but get a little happy over.
"No, no. Everything's fine. In fact, he's right here." Daphne pulls you out from behind her right before she reaches the desk. "The poor little guy looks like he could use a break, so I thought I'd return him to you." She gently lays you down on the desk in front of Mira before turning around to leave. "Thanks!"
You're left lying on your back, still breathing a bit hard, as Daphne walks off. You sit up and look up at Mira, which, as always, is hard to do thanks to her massive breasts looming over you. You raise your hand and give a weak greeting. "Hey, Mira."
Mira looks down at you and responds with a friendly greeting before eyeing the tent you've pitched in your shorts, which you've forgotten about. Oblivious to what Daphne put you through, Mira giggles to herself, thinking you got a hard-on from staring up at her breasts just now. Making sure that Daphne can't hear, Mira whispers, "Oh my, it looks like our little Hercules wants a rematch with these titans." She squeezes her huge breasts together with her arms teasingly in front of you . You quickly realize what she means by that and panic. You did NOT wan't to get crushed by her breasts again. "Well, little champion, come face them, if you dare!" You get deja vu as Mira shifts in her seat for a moment, raising her colossal chest high above you before slowly lowering it towards you.
While you try and hide your erection with one hand, you hold the other one up to Mira, desperately hoping that you can convince her to stop her descent long enough to resolve this misunderstanding. "N-No wait, Mira! I-I didn't get this from staring at your breasts. I mean--I wasn't starting at your breasts. I was looking at you. I-I-It's just hard to look up past your--" Your pleas are silenced as the weight of Mira's right breast crashes upon you.
Fortunately, unlike before, Mira isn't crushing your whole body with her breasts. It's just your lower half that's been flattened, but that does mean your cock is being squished and stimulated by every gentle movement Mira's soft flesh makes. In front of you, all you see is the blue from Mira's sports bra, and above you her nipple, poking out from the thin fabric is nearly brushing the top of your head. Casually resting her her head on her hands and elbows, Mira coyly teases, "Aww, too bad, Herc. Even with the power of the mighty bra, you still can't stand up to the Crush of the Titans." Mira giggles and gently shakes her chest, the bouncing of her breast stimulating your cock more and making you moan a little. It's not how you imagined things might play out, but at least Daphne and Mira didn't spend more time talking to each other.
After taking a moment to admire your familiar predicament, Mira suddenly remembers something and quickly lifts her head up, the sudden movement making her breast shake on you even more. Mira gasps, "The bet!" She reaches out for Daphne, "Daphne, wait come back!!"
Daphne was just about out the door when Mira called her. Puzzled, she turns around, returns to Mira, and asks her, "What's up?" Right before Mira answers her, She spies you getting flattened by Mira's giant breast, which makes her smile.
"We need your help to settle a bet," Mira says.
"A bet?"
"Yep, and what you say next will decide the winner." She gestures towards you, still flattened against her breast on the desk. "As you can see, this little guy looooves to get squished against big boobs." Daphne looks back at you and smiles, knowing firsthand the truth behind that statement.
You crane your head back and try to defend yourself, "To be fair, I-I...Ay, ay, ay...," but you're quickly silenced by Mira as she starts to distract you by playfully bouncing on you, making you moan in ecstasy. Both girls laugh at your cute display.
Mira continues, "After I learned that, I asked him if he likes it if a pretty girl sits on him, More specifically, I asked if he'd,like it if I sat on him, but he dodged the question, which led to our wager. If he could help a customer, without my help, and get them to tell me he did a good job, I'd do whatever he tells me to do next. If he fails, then I get to sit on him. So his fate is currently in his hands. So tell me, how'd he do, Daphne?"
After hearing about your bet, Daphne's smile gets even wider. You can tell that something about the results of the bet both fascinates and excites her, which kind of scares you. She asks, "Before I say how he did, could...could I join in, following whatever you do, depending on the winner?"
Mira is surprised by the question but she doesn't mind more company. "Sure, I don't mind, and Tim doesn't either. Right, little guy?"
Normally, you'd express your concerns against these girls having more time to bond, likely at your expense, but you're still too distracted by Mira's bouncing tit to say anything.
"See, he loves the idea! Now don't keep us waiting, Daphne. How was he?"
Before Daphne responds, another scary thought enters your head amidst the aroused haze: now that she's a part of this, Daphne can easily tell Mira that you did a lousy job, giving her a chance to sit on you with Mira. But Daphne likes you and said that she was gonna tell Mira you did a great job. She wasn't gonna lie just to get a chance to sit on you, would she? She's not that playful...right?
Daphne gives her answer, "Weeelll, Tim....
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