Liz goes to change
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
Before you could say another word, Liz decides to pull you out from her breasts, but from the same way she put you in them. She reaches her hand up through her cleavage and grabs your legs from below, slowly dragging your face and body along her soft breasts and toned stomach before placing you on the floor next to her, overlooking the pool. While you take a moment to recover from that demeaning (though very soft) ride with Liz, she takes a moment to look around. She crosses her arms, inadvertently hefting her huge breasts while trying to act superior. "So this is your pool, huh? Hmph, I've seen better, and they were, like, way less empty too," she says, clearly disappointed that no one else is there to admire her but also failing to notice that, since the gym just opened for the day, no one else will likely be at the pool for a while (sadly for you).
While Liz pouts, you regain your composure and give her an angry look. She's been having her way this whole time, and you refuse to let this keep happening. You take a few long strides backwards, to ensure you can both properly see each other past her enormous boobs, and try being stern with her. "Liz, as your trainer, I have to insist that you refrain from...doing what you just did, as well as anything else like it, for the remainder of our time together, PLEASE!"
Liz looks down at you and frowns, her sour mood only getting worse. "Well excuse me for trying to be helpful, shorty. I don't see why you're complaining, anyways. Most guys would get down on their knees and beg me to just touch these babies." She bent over and jiggled her breasts with her arms, putting on an enticing display as she makes her point. "And you got more than a full helping of them, and, like, for free too. So, if anything, you should be thanking me." You blush furiously at Liz's teasing and look away in anger before you get distracted. Liz smirks, aware of the affect she's starting to have on you, not that she's surprised.
You can't give in. You have to focus. Clearly Liz is the type of vain, upstart bitch that only gets more unbearable when all eyes in the room are ogling her, which, in this case, would be yours. Out of a mix of both pride and a desire to end this session as smoothly and quickly as possible, you resolve to not give Liz what she wants, no matter how much she...bounces her giant tits in front of you...or shakes her bubble butt above you. S-she may be hot, but her personality is not.
A few moments go by, and Liz stops her teasing to look around again. "So where can a girl get changed around here, anyways?" Good. A change of subject. That should help you take your mind of Liz's bod. You look up and, once you notice something, you frown. You're still new to the gym, but you're fairly confident you know where the changing rooms are.
"Uh, Liz, this is just a hunch, but do you think the changing rooms might be that way?" You point at the red arrow sign directly behind Liz that says "Changing Rooms" in big yellow letters. Liz turns around to glance at the sign for a moment before facing you again, grimacing at your comment.
"Hmph, well how can anyone be expected to notice such a tacky sign? It's an eyesore! I don't want to look at it." She bends over and puts her hands on her wide hips, emphasizing her large, dominant form looming over you. "And, y'know, you're starting to sound pretty snarky, Mr. trainer. Like, what was all that about trying to be professional, huh?"
You continue to look up at her defiantly. "I am. We train minds as well as bodies here, and, as your trainer, it's my job to make sure yours starts working for a change. Now move your ass." You gesture her towards the changing rooms.
Liz pouts and turns around, holding her head up like she were the Queen. "Fine then. Like, I was planning on inviting you to the changing room with me, but you can totally forget it now! You'll just have to settle for watching me 'move my ass' towards the changing rooms. She gives her ass a slap before walking off in a huff. Her gigantic butt wobbles and ripples immensely with every step she takes. What's more, even from the back, you can see her breasts rhythmically bouncing from left to right. You hate to admit it, but Liz's short stature makes her massive curves seem all the more massive as they quake and undulate. You barely manage to keep from blatantly ogling by turning away and contemplating a good aerobics routine for her.
Before you do, though, Liz glances back and catches you staring, making her smirk again. Sure, you might not be what she expected, but she still thinks you're pretty cute (and one man ogling her is better than no men). This could be fun for her after all.
After you finished coming up with a routine, you sat down by the edge of the pool and waited. And waited. And waited. What could be taking her so long? There are other things that need to be done today. Does she really expect the world to move by her schedule? Just when you were getting fed up with waiting, you hear Liz's voice from behind you sing, "I'm HEEEEEEEERE!" You roll your eyes. Does she do that every time she enters a room? You turn around to give Liz another lecture, but you're silenced by the stunning sight before you: Liz wearing the skimpiest swimsuit you've ever seen!
The haughty redhead closed her eyes and struck a pose, giving her audience (i.e you) a chance to drink in her gorgeous look. She's wearing a sling bikini, forming a v-shape that clings to her voluptuous figure and shows off all of her cream-colored skin. Given your height difference, the first thing you notice is the bottom of her suit. An incredibly thin g-string flosses her crotch while the rest of it wraps around her wide hips, sinking into her doughy flesh. From the horizontal straps across her hips (which can hardly be seen), two vertical strips of the thinnest cloth taper over her massive breasts, across her shoulders, and back down to her ass. What's more, along the cloth "covering" her breasts, there are rings held in place by the suit exactly where Liz's nipples are, just big enough to let her thick nipples poke though but still smaller than her large areolas. Your jaw drops. This suit leaves absolutely noting to the imagination and puts all of Liz's body on display, just the way she likes it. Despite your better judgement, you can't help but stare. Liz strikes another sexy pose, this time putting her hands behind her head and making her breasts bounce like crazy, and gives you a sultry look. "So, trainer, what do you think? Haha, am I ready for training, or what?!"
You would've continued stammering like an like a slack-jawed idiot if Liz hadn't mentioned training. That's right; she kept you waiting for training, to put that on!? You let your anger rise up again (it's really your only defense against Liz's obnoxious teasing) and say, "What the Hell, Liz!? We're severely behind schedule now, and all because you--what--took your sweet-ass time putting on that glorified rubber-band!? Who wears that to a gym, anyways!?"
Liz crosses her arms again, which not only hefted her gigantic chest but also makes her suit rings press against her breasts even harder, making her nipples poke out more. She gives you an unamused look, like a woman of nobility forced to talk to the lower class. "Sorry, Mr. trainer, but, like, you can't rush perfection." Liz puts her hands back on her hips, showing off the full suit again. "And, fyi, this 'rubber band' is all the rage right now. People are wearing it at beaches worldwide. I'm just trying to bring a little fashion sense to this backwater gym." She smirks, "Besides, it only took me so long to put it on because it's soooo small on me." Acting coy, she pulls on her right strap, barely able to pull it past the length of her nipple, before releasing it again, the suit's instant collision with her breast making it jiggle. "See?" Liz bends over, giving you a closer view of her massive breasts swaying above you. "If only I had someone, maybe a tiny someone, helping me while I changed. Someone to, like I dunno, pull on the suit and help me get it over every inch of my curves." You feel a tent beginning to pitch in your shorts at Liz's display. It's getting REALLY hard to ignore Liz's teasing. "So, Mr. Trainer, are you sure this isn't proper gym attire?"
In a desperate attempt to change the subject (and hide your arousal), you turn around and point to the pool. Blushing furiously, you say. "J-Just get in the water!" Liz hums proudly as she steps past you and plunges into the pool, happy that she won that little exchange.
While Liz pouts, you regain your composure and give her an angry look. She's been having her way this whole time, and you refuse to let this keep happening. You take a few long strides backwards, to ensure you can both properly see each other past her enormous boobs, and try being stern with her. "Liz, as your trainer, I have to insist that you refrain from...doing what you just did, as well as anything else like it, for the remainder of our time together, PLEASE!"
Liz looks down at you and frowns, her sour mood only getting worse. "Well excuse me for trying to be helpful, shorty. I don't see why you're complaining, anyways. Most guys would get down on their knees and beg me to just touch these babies." She bent over and jiggled her breasts with her arms, putting on an enticing display as she makes her point. "And you got more than a full helping of them, and, like, for free too. So, if anything, you should be thanking me." You blush furiously at Liz's teasing and look away in anger before you get distracted. Liz smirks, aware of the affect she's starting to have on you, not that she's surprised.
You can't give in. You have to focus. Clearly Liz is the type of vain, upstart bitch that only gets more unbearable when all eyes in the room are ogling her, which, in this case, would be yours. Out of a mix of both pride and a desire to end this session as smoothly and quickly as possible, you resolve to not give Liz what she wants, no matter how much she...bounces her giant tits in front of you...or shakes her bubble butt above you. S-she may be hot, but her personality is not.
A few moments go by, and Liz stops her teasing to look around again. "So where can a girl get changed around here, anyways?" Good. A change of subject. That should help you take your mind of Liz's bod. You look up and, once you notice something, you frown. You're still new to the gym, but you're fairly confident you know where the changing rooms are.
"Uh, Liz, this is just a hunch, but do you think the changing rooms might be that way?" You point at the red arrow sign directly behind Liz that says "Changing Rooms" in big yellow letters. Liz turns around to glance at the sign for a moment before facing you again, grimacing at your comment.
"Hmph, well how can anyone be expected to notice such a tacky sign? It's an eyesore! I don't want to look at it." She bends over and puts her hands on her wide hips, emphasizing her large, dominant form looming over you. "And, y'know, you're starting to sound pretty snarky, Mr. trainer. Like, what was all that about trying to be professional, huh?"
You continue to look up at her defiantly. "I am. We train minds as well as bodies here, and, as your trainer, it's my job to make sure yours starts working for a change. Now move your ass." You gesture her towards the changing rooms.
Liz pouts and turns around, holding her head up like she were the Queen. "Fine then. Like, I was planning on inviting you to the changing room with me, but you can totally forget it now! You'll just have to settle for watching me 'move my ass' towards the changing rooms. She gives her ass a slap before walking off in a huff. Her gigantic butt wobbles and ripples immensely with every step she takes. What's more, even from the back, you can see her breasts rhythmically bouncing from left to right. You hate to admit it, but Liz's short stature makes her massive curves seem all the more massive as they quake and undulate. You barely manage to keep from blatantly ogling by turning away and contemplating a good aerobics routine for her.
Before you do, though, Liz glances back and catches you staring, making her smirk again. Sure, you might not be what she expected, but she still thinks you're pretty cute (and one man ogling her is better than no men). This could be fun for her after all.
After you finished coming up with a routine, you sat down by the edge of the pool and waited. And waited. And waited. What could be taking her so long? There are other things that need to be done today. Does she really expect the world to move by her schedule? Just when you were getting fed up with waiting, you hear Liz's voice from behind you sing, "I'm HEEEEEEEERE!" You roll your eyes. Does she do that every time she enters a room? You turn around to give Liz another lecture, but you're silenced by the stunning sight before you: Liz wearing the skimpiest swimsuit you've ever seen!
The haughty redhead closed her eyes and struck a pose, giving her audience (i.e you) a chance to drink in her gorgeous look. She's wearing a sling bikini, forming a v-shape that clings to her voluptuous figure and shows off all of her cream-colored skin. Given your height difference, the first thing you notice is the bottom of her suit. An incredibly thin g-string flosses her crotch while the rest of it wraps around her wide hips, sinking into her doughy flesh. From the horizontal straps across her hips (which can hardly be seen), two vertical strips of the thinnest cloth taper over her massive breasts, across her shoulders, and back down to her ass. What's more, along the cloth "covering" her breasts, there are rings held in place by the suit exactly where Liz's nipples are, just big enough to let her thick nipples poke though but still smaller than her large areolas. Your jaw drops. This suit leaves absolutely noting to the imagination and puts all of Liz's body on display, just the way she likes it. Despite your better judgement, you can't help but stare. Liz strikes another sexy pose, this time putting her hands behind her head and making her breasts bounce like crazy, and gives you a sultry look. "So, trainer, what do you think? Haha, am I ready for training, or what?!"
You would've continued stammering like an like a slack-jawed idiot if Liz hadn't mentioned training. That's right; she kept you waiting for training, to put that on!? You let your anger rise up again (it's really your only defense against Liz's obnoxious teasing) and say, "What the Hell, Liz!? We're severely behind schedule now, and all because you--what--took your sweet-ass time putting on that glorified rubber-band!? Who wears that to a gym, anyways!?"
Liz crosses her arms again, which not only hefted her gigantic chest but also makes her suit rings press against her breasts even harder, making her nipples poke out more. She gives you an unamused look, like a woman of nobility forced to talk to the lower class. "Sorry, Mr. trainer, but, like, you can't rush perfection." Liz puts her hands back on her hips, showing off the full suit again. "And, fyi, this 'rubber band' is all the rage right now. People are wearing it at beaches worldwide. I'm just trying to bring a little fashion sense to this backwater gym." She smirks, "Besides, it only took me so long to put it on because it's soooo small on me." Acting coy, she pulls on her right strap, barely able to pull it past the length of her nipple, before releasing it again, the suit's instant collision with her breast making it jiggle. "See?" Liz bends over, giving you a closer view of her massive breasts swaying above you. "If only I had someone, maybe a tiny someone, helping me while I changed. Someone to, like I dunno, pull on the suit and help me get it over every inch of my curves." You feel a tent beginning to pitch in your shorts at Liz's display. It's getting REALLY hard to ignore Liz's teasing. "So, Mr. Trainer, are you sure this isn't proper gym attire?"
In a desperate attempt to change the subject (and hide your arousal), you turn around and point to the pool. Blushing furiously, you say. "J-Just get in the water!" Liz hums proudly as she steps past you and plunges into the pool, happy that she won that little exchange.
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