You lose the bet
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 9
by
CrankoWanko
Daphne began to answer happily, "Weeelll, Tim...." It sounded like she was about to give you a great review, before she saw Mira effortlessly teasing you with her chest, and hesitated. Mira was still gently swaying her chest from left to right, letting the soft fabric of her sports bra rub against you just enough to keep you from protesting loudly. Every time you're about to open your mouth to remind Daphne how she promised to put in a good word for you, Mira's heaving breast would drop onto your face. It was unfortunate that Mira's breasts were so large; even with the tight sports bra supporting them, they were easily heavy enough to clobber you senseless with the slightest movement. You wondered how Mira's bra even qualified as a "sports bra," since it felt like her breasts never properly stopped jiggling from her movements. Daphne watched you desperately trying to lift Mira's breast off of your body, grinning the entire time, as she twirled her hair and said, "Hmmmm. Well, I used him to cover up the treadmill controls so that my boobs didn't keep pressing buttons, and he did do a pretty good job with that." You sighed, finally able to relax now that Daphne had admitted you won the bet. Then Daphne stepped closer to Mira's desk and continued, "But after that, he basically got stuck in my cleavage, unable to get himself out. He spent most of the time getting squished!" Daphne smirked as she watched your eyes go wide beneath Mira's chest.
You gawped at Daphne, disbelieving that she would distort the day's events to make it sound like you hadn't helped her at all. Mira leaned forwards, until the bump of fabric that was her nipple pressed your face down into the table, and she cutely said, "Is that soooo?" You were pinned against the desk as Mira's chest was pushed flat, before she finally looked down and addressed you, "Well, my adorable coworker, it sounds like you did your best, but I think I'M still the winner of our bet!" You couldn't see Mira's face past her enormous tits, which were resting very heavily on top of you, but you could easily hear the self satisfied tone in her voice. Mira grinned as she felt you attempting to lift her breasts from the table, and making very little progress. With your body still buried under her bosom, Mira once again spoke to Daphne, "Well Daphne, thank you for being honest with me. As a trainer in, uh... training... it's important that Tim gets honest feedback from gym patrons, so he can improve in the future!"
Daphne only smiled back warmly and asked, "Oh, I'm just glad I could help you two with your bet!"
You managed to unsteadily push some of Mira's breast away from your face just a bit, giving you a chance to shout up at the girls between Mira's jiggling flesh pushing against your mouth, "What the hell, Daphne? Mmph... I thought you said I did a good job!" You were having trouble seeing past Mira's nipple, but you managed to lock eyes with Daphne as you struggled to hold Mira's breast above your head. You could tell Daphne felt a little guilty about making you lose the bet, but an eager look in her eye seemed more powerful than any feeling of regret she was feeling. Daphne spoke innocently, "Oh, I'm sorry Tim, I just didn't want to hurt your feelings earlier! I know it's not totally your fault you kept getting squished by big boobies, but I couldn't let you win a bet with your lovely coworker under false pretenses!" Daphne flashed a friendly smile at Mira, "So, do we get to sit on him now?"
Mira laughed and leaned back finally, lifting the weight of her breasts from your body. "You're right! That WAS the agreement we decided upon if I won the bet, wasn't it, Tim?" Mira looked down at you, and as soon as you managed to regain your breath. Mira stood up from her chair, until her wide, pink yoga wearing hips were next to the edge of the table. Mira spun around, presenting her enormous butt to you. Each butt cheek was very full and muscular, but jaw droppingly smooth, and they both jiggled back and forth as Mira turned around. Mira's ass bumped lightly against the edge of the desk and jiggled as she looked over her shoulder, "Ready, Tim? I'll go easy on you this time, don't worry!" You were thrown off by the way Mira used the phrase "this time," but she didn't really wait for you to respond anyway before she began moving. Mira planted a hand on either side of you, and hoisted her ass up over the table. Mira's gigantic rump jiggled into position above your head, each ass cheek looking like the size of a boat to you. Mira positioned her ass so that one titanic ass cheek, clad in thin pink spandex, hung directly over top of your body. Staring at it made you feel incredibly miniscule, but at the same time it was tantalizingly perfect. Mira, still supporting her weight with both hands, asked, "By the way, Daphne, can you do me a favor and guide me down? I can't really see past my big butt and I want to make sure I don't, like... totally squash him." Mira's concern for you was almost heartwarming, if it wasn't for the fact that her mountain-sized ass was about to flatten you. She even remembered what you said about preferring to be beneath a girl's ass cheek rather than her buttcrack, so you had less of a chance of being stuck afterwards.
Daphne knelt down until she was eye-level with the table, and said, "Sure thing, Mira, but I think he'll be just fine. He seems rarin' to go!" Daphne gave you a playful wink and for a second you thought she glanced at your lower body. You weren't sure what she was looking at, until you realized that you still had a boner from staring at Mira's ass. You tried to cover the tent you were pitching in your gym shorts with your hands, and you heard Daphne snickering as she gave the go ahead, "Okay Mira, you can start! I'll let you know when to stop." You tried to shout that you definitely weren't ready: you didn't want Mira to feel your erection. It would only fuel her ego, which was already a bit overinflated from her false victory over you. She might even think you liked being sat on, which wouldn't be good for you in the long run.
You gawped at Daphne, disbelieving that she would distort the day's events to make it sound like you hadn't helped her at all. Mira leaned forwards, until the bump of fabric that was her nipple pressed your face down into the table, and she cutely said, "Is that soooo?" You were pinned against the desk as Mira's chest was pushed flat, before she finally looked down and addressed you, "Well, my adorable coworker, it sounds like you did your best, but I think I'M still the winner of our bet!" You couldn't see Mira's face past her enormous tits, which were resting very heavily on top of you, but you could easily hear the self satisfied tone in her voice. Mira grinned as she felt you attempting to lift her breasts from the table, and making very little progress. With your body still buried under her bosom, Mira once again spoke to Daphne, "Well Daphne, thank you for being honest with me. As a trainer in, uh... training... it's important that Tim gets honest feedback from gym patrons, so he can improve in the future!"
Daphne only smiled back warmly and asked, "Oh, I'm just glad I could help you two with your bet!"
You managed to unsteadily push some of Mira's breast away from your face just a bit, giving you a chance to shout up at the girls between Mira's jiggling flesh pushing against your mouth, "What the hell, Daphne? Mmph... I thought you said I did a good job!" You were having trouble seeing past Mira's nipple, but you managed to lock eyes with Daphne as you struggled to hold Mira's breast above your head. You could tell Daphne felt a little guilty about making you lose the bet, but an eager look in her eye seemed more powerful than any feeling of regret she was feeling. Daphne spoke innocently, "Oh, I'm sorry Tim, I just didn't want to hurt your feelings earlier! I know it's not totally your fault you kept getting squished by big boobies, but I couldn't let you win a bet with your lovely coworker under false pretenses!" Daphne flashed a friendly smile at Mira, "So, do we get to sit on him now?"
Mira laughed and leaned back finally, lifting the weight of her breasts from your body. "You're right! That WAS the agreement we decided upon if I won the bet, wasn't it, Tim?" Mira looked down at you, and as soon as you managed to regain your breath. Mira stood up from her chair, until her wide, pink yoga wearing hips were next to the edge of the table. Mira spun around, presenting her enormous butt to you. Each butt cheek was very full and muscular, but jaw droppingly smooth, and they both jiggled back and forth as Mira turned around. Mira's ass bumped lightly against the edge of the desk and jiggled as she looked over her shoulder, "Ready, Tim? I'll go easy on you this time, don't worry!" You were thrown off by the way Mira used the phrase "this time," but she didn't really wait for you to respond anyway before she began moving. Mira planted a hand on either side of you, and hoisted her ass up over the table. Mira's gigantic rump jiggled into position above your head, each ass cheek looking like the size of a boat to you. Mira positioned her ass so that one titanic ass cheek, clad in thin pink spandex, hung directly over top of your body. Staring at it made you feel incredibly miniscule, but at the same time it was tantalizingly perfect. Mira, still supporting her weight with both hands, asked, "By the way, Daphne, can you do me a favor and guide me down? I can't really see past my big butt and I want to make sure I don't, like... totally squash him." Mira's concern for you was almost heartwarming, if it wasn't for the fact that her mountain-sized ass was about to flatten you. She even remembered what you said about preferring to be beneath a girl's ass cheek rather than her buttcrack, so you had less of a chance of being stuck afterwards.
Daphne knelt down until she was eye-level with the table, and said, "Sure thing, Mira, but I think he'll be just fine. He seems rarin' to go!" Daphne gave you a playful wink and for a second you thought she glanced at your lower body. You weren't sure what she was looking at, until you realized that you still had a boner from staring at Mira's ass. You tried to cover the tent you were pitching in your gym shorts with your hands, and you heard Daphne snickering as she gave the go ahead, "Okay Mira, you can start! I'll let you know when to stop." You tried to shout that you definitely weren't ready: you didn't want Mira to feel your erection. It would only fuel her ego, which was already a bit overinflated from her false victory over you. She might even think you liked being sat on, which wouldn't be good for you in the long run.
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