Liz feels something and starts to torment you
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 26
by
CrankoWanko
Putting her elbows on the pool deck and resting her head in her hands, Liz was acting like she had just run a marathon after a mere warmup routine. Meanwhile, down below, her enormous chest had been pressed into the tiled wall of the pool, flattening you there. With Liz's nipple pressing against your head you had no way of making any noise, and the metal ringlet was pinching your feet and hands painfully against the wall as well, keeping you spread eagle against the mound of flesh in front of you. Liz sighed, and shifted her weight slightly, which slid her breasts an inch to the left. You could feel your shirt, which you had never had a chance to take off, tearing as it was ground against the grout between each tile. What's more, your gym shorts were coming loose from the constant motion and mistreatment you were receiving at the hands of this gigantic girl, who seemed almost completely oblivious to how much of a toll her "playing" was taking on your body. You had never intended to get into the pool, thinking you'd just instruct Liz from the edge, until she ended up clumsily dragging you in with her. As such, your clothes were wet, and the stitching was coming loose.
Liz shifted again, and this time you felt your shirt completely tearing away, leaving you bare chested against Liz's skin. Your shorts managed to stay intact for the time being, but as you took note of your situation, you realized something else. Your crotch was reacting eagerly to the faceful of breast you were currently receiving, and becoming hard against Liz's soft flesh. You tried not to think about how much of Liz's creamy, doughy flesh was currently pressing against the front side of your body, as Liz shifted to the side again, rubbing her tit in your face. You tried desperately to will your body into relaxing, but you could feel your member hardening, and pressing right against Liz's flesh now that you were spread eagle across her areola. You knew it was only a matter of time before Liz felt it. You tried feebly to angle yourself to the side, desperate to keep Liz from finding out just how aroused she was making you, but she still had her breast mashed up against the wall, preventing you from moving whatsoever.
Up above, Liz sighed happily, "Ahh, I think I'm juuuust about ready to continue our session, Mr. Trainer! How about you?" You would have sighed with relief and agreed, but you could barely even breath as long as Liz remained where she was, so instead you just mentally cursed this girl who was keeping you plastered against the wall. You wondered how Liz would react when she felt your erection pressing against her, but you didn't think she would be very discrete or respectful, especially after she had been trying her best to get a reaction out of you all day.
As if sensing your fears, Liz push forwards a tiny bit, pressing your hardened member into the lower half of her areola, before she said excitedly, "Oooh! Is that what I THINK it is, Mr. Trainer?" You groaned as the head of your cock was squished into Liz's soft skin, but the noise was silenced by Liz's nipple flattening your head against the wall. "It totally iiiis!" Liz giggled, and you felt the skin against your body shuddering from the motion, before she finally leaned backwards, wanting to get a better view of you. For a second you thought you were going to fall back into the pool, where you could at least hide your lower body under the water and pretend she was mistaken, but instead you remained stuck face-first against the redhead's great big nipple as she peeled her immense bosom from the wall.
Liz watched you wobbling from side to side with her breasts, as she felt the slight poking sensation against her sensitive skin that told her everything she wanted to know. "You know, Mr. Trainer..." Liz began, not hiding the ridicule in her voice, "I seem to recall a little someone telling me that my outfit wasn't, heh, gym appropriate?"
You defiantly tried to shout, "IT'S NOT!" but Liz only heard and felt an angry buzz against her nipple, and smirked, thinking it comical that you were having so much trouble speaking, even though as far as she knew all she had done was press against you a little bit. And yet now she could plainly tell by your erection shoved against her smooth flesh that you were incredibly aroused. Pointedly ignoring your angry buzzing, Liz continued smugly, "And now I find you shirtless! That's no way to dress at work, you know!" Liz rubbed a hand along her wide hips and smooth stomach seductively before cupping her breast and giving it three playful squeezes, watching as you wobbled around from each one. "Not that I mind, of course... I think it's kinda cute that you took your shirt off in an attempt to impress me." You began to argue before Liz cut you off by shaking her breasts slightly, causing you to bounce up and down with her breast, rubbing the shaft if your penis against her skin, "And don't even pretend like you didn't, because I can, like, totally tell you're lying!" You frowned as Liz spoke for you, assuming you were enamored by her or her slutty outfit, but there was not much else you could do so you focused on trying to free yourself. Maybe then you could persuade her to let you down and get back to work.
After a few seconds, and with the help of Liz's movements (though you doubted she had intended to assist you), you had finally managed to peel your face from Liz's nipple, though the rest of your body was still pretty stuck. Nevertheless, determined not to let Liz mock you so freely, you looked up over the round curve of her pale breast and spluttered, "The only reason I'm stuck here is because you decided to TAKE A BREAK, and then you ripped my shirt up! Now would you PLEASE stop messing around and put me do--MMMPH" Liz rolled her eyes as you shouted angrily, before leaning forward again, winning the argument the easiest way she knew how: by squishing your head flat against the wall with her nipple. Liz smiled as your belligerent shouting suddenly became much quieter, and she once again felt your hard member being pressed into her breast, separated only by your thin and tattered gym shorts.
Liz scolded playfully, "Now now, Mr. Trainer, don't try to shift the blame onto ME! I'm just the CUSTOMER, and the customer is ALWAYS right, remember?" You remained squashed against the wall, unable to reply to this conceited brat's taunts, as she wiggled her chest with every exclamation she made, as if trying to put extra humiliation into every word she spoke. You grimaced as every minor movement or jiggle of her breast caused vibrations against your sensitive cock almost nonstop, breaking your train of thought every time. Liz continued, "Anyway, now that I've had my break, I think I'm like, ready to give the rest of the exercises or whatever another try!" Liz finally stepped back from the wall, and you cursed your luck as you remained stuck against Liz's breast.
Liz stepped backwards into the pool, noticing with a smirk as you came with her, remaining stuck to her bouncing breasts. "Hmm, what's going on down there, my little trainer? " Liz reached a finger up and asked very jokingly, "Did you decide to come with me, because you just couldn't keep yourself away? Hahaha!" Liz laughed at her own joke and poked you in the back, squishing your body against her nipple, before she derided you further, "What happened to being a PROFESSIONAL, hmmm? How are you going to lead me in these exercises if you're all, like, busy getting a face full of my beautiful boobies?" Liz continued poking you with her finger as she spoke, giving you zero chance to speak. Liz was so busy enjoying the feeling of your tiny body being squashed into her breast that she pushed your body through the ringlet of her bikini, putting you on the inside of the sling. And, in her stupidity, she didn't even notice; she was too concerned with laughing at the way her breast jiggled every time your face sunk into her nipple to hear your angry attempts to get her attention.
Liz finally pulled her finger away and managed to get her laughter under control, "Okay, okay seriously... I'll try some more bounces, or whatever those were called. They were tiring, but they were kinda fun! Plus, I bet you enjoyed watching me, huh tiny?" Liz spoke down to you, not even caring that you were unable to respond since her nipple was back to being mashed against your face. Down below, you were in a serious, literal bind: after Liz pulled her finger away, her breast bounced forwards, and pinned your hands and feet against her bikini ringlet. You were now stuck in place from the pressure, essentially tied over Liz's hard nipple. Liz didn't seem to notice, though, as she began repeating the exercises you had taught her earlier. Before you could so much as turn your head to the side to breath properly, Liz began hopping up and down, splashing through the water and causing her enormous breasts to jostle up and down violently. A tremendous amount of weight rose into the air with you, before Liz landed and you were crushed against the Liz's breast and nipple as her flesh tried to fit through the small bikini ringlet opening, with your body blocking the way. Liz counted off the reps up above, somewhat oblivious to the torture she was putting you through. It didn't help that mounds of Liz's wet, jiggly flesh were bouncing directly against your cock, since that was the first thing to absorb any impact from Liz's breast. You shuddered in aggravation as each of the bratty giantess's jumps sent a wave of sexual energy through you, which you were currently unable to act upon in any way. You weren't even sure if she knew how much she was bothering you, but you bet she would be thrilled if she knew.
Liz shifted again, and this time you felt your shirt completely tearing away, leaving you bare chested against Liz's skin. Your shorts managed to stay intact for the time being, but as you took note of your situation, you realized something else. Your crotch was reacting eagerly to the faceful of breast you were currently receiving, and becoming hard against Liz's soft flesh. You tried not to think about how much of Liz's creamy, doughy flesh was currently pressing against the front side of your body, as Liz shifted to the side again, rubbing her tit in your face. You tried desperately to will your body into relaxing, but you could feel your member hardening, and pressing right against Liz's flesh now that you were spread eagle across her areola. You knew it was only a matter of time before Liz felt it. You tried feebly to angle yourself to the side, desperate to keep Liz from finding out just how aroused she was making you, but she still had her breast mashed up against the wall, preventing you from moving whatsoever.
Up above, Liz sighed happily, "Ahh, I think I'm juuuust about ready to continue our session, Mr. Trainer! How about you?" You would have sighed with relief and agreed, but you could barely even breath as long as Liz remained where she was, so instead you just mentally cursed this girl who was keeping you plastered against the wall. You wondered how Liz would react when she felt your erection pressing against her, but you didn't think she would be very discrete or respectful, especially after she had been trying her best to get a reaction out of you all day.
As if sensing your fears, Liz push forwards a tiny bit, pressing your hardened member into the lower half of her areola, before she said excitedly, "Oooh! Is that what I THINK it is, Mr. Trainer?" You groaned as the head of your cock was squished into Liz's soft skin, but the noise was silenced by Liz's nipple flattening your head against the wall. "It totally iiiis!" Liz giggled, and you felt the skin against your body shuddering from the motion, before she finally leaned backwards, wanting to get a better view of you. For a second you thought you were going to fall back into the pool, where you could at least hide your lower body under the water and pretend she was mistaken, but instead you remained stuck face-first against the redhead's great big nipple as she peeled her immense bosom from the wall.
Liz watched you wobbling from side to side with her breasts, as she felt the slight poking sensation against her sensitive skin that told her everything she wanted to know. "You know, Mr. Trainer..." Liz began, not hiding the ridicule in her voice, "I seem to recall a little someone telling me that my outfit wasn't, heh, gym appropriate?"
You defiantly tried to shout, "IT'S NOT!" but Liz only heard and felt an angry buzz against her nipple, and smirked, thinking it comical that you were having so much trouble speaking, even though as far as she knew all she had done was press against you a little bit. And yet now she could plainly tell by your erection shoved against her smooth flesh that you were incredibly aroused. Pointedly ignoring your angry buzzing, Liz continued smugly, "And now I find you shirtless! That's no way to dress at work, you know!" Liz rubbed a hand along her wide hips and smooth stomach seductively before cupping her breast and giving it three playful squeezes, watching as you wobbled around from each one. "Not that I mind, of course... I think it's kinda cute that you took your shirt off in an attempt to impress me." You began to argue before Liz cut you off by shaking her breasts slightly, causing you to bounce up and down with her breast, rubbing the shaft if your penis against her skin, "And don't even pretend like you didn't, because I can, like, totally tell you're lying!" You frowned as Liz spoke for you, assuming you were enamored by her or her slutty outfit, but there was not much else you could do so you focused on trying to free yourself. Maybe then you could persuade her to let you down and get back to work.
After a few seconds, and with the help of Liz's movements (though you doubted she had intended to assist you), you had finally managed to peel your face from Liz's nipple, though the rest of your body was still pretty stuck. Nevertheless, determined not to let Liz mock you so freely, you looked up over the round curve of her pale breast and spluttered, "The only reason I'm stuck here is because you decided to TAKE A BREAK, and then you ripped my shirt up! Now would you PLEASE stop messing around and put me do--MMMPH" Liz rolled her eyes as you shouted angrily, before leaning forward again, winning the argument the easiest way she knew how: by squishing your head flat against the wall with her nipple. Liz smiled as your belligerent shouting suddenly became much quieter, and she once again felt your hard member being pressed into her breast, separated only by your thin and tattered gym shorts.
Liz scolded playfully, "Now now, Mr. Trainer, don't try to shift the blame onto ME! I'm just the CUSTOMER, and the customer is ALWAYS right, remember?" You remained squashed against the wall, unable to reply to this conceited brat's taunts, as she wiggled her chest with every exclamation she made, as if trying to put extra humiliation into every word she spoke. You grimaced as every minor movement or jiggle of her breast caused vibrations against your sensitive cock almost nonstop, breaking your train of thought every time. Liz continued, "Anyway, now that I've had my break, I think I'm like, ready to give the rest of the exercises or whatever another try!" Liz finally stepped back from the wall, and you cursed your luck as you remained stuck against Liz's breast.
Liz stepped backwards into the pool, noticing with a smirk as you came with her, remaining stuck to her bouncing breasts. "Hmm, what's going on down there, my little trainer? " Liz reached a finger up and asked very jokingly, "Did you decide to come with me, because you just couldn't keep yourself away? Hahaha!" Liz laughed at her own joke and poked you in the back, squishing your body against her nipple, before she derided you further, "What happened to being a PROFESSIONAL, hmmm? How are you going to lead me in these exercises if you're all, like, busy getting a face full of my beautiful boobies?" Liz continued poking you with her finger as she spoke, giving you zero chance to speak. Liz was so busy enjoying the feeling of your tiny body being squashed into her breast that she pushed your body through the ringlet of her bikini, putting you on the inside of the sling. And, in her stupidity, she didn't even notice; she was too concerned with laughing at the way her breast jiggled every time your face sunk into her nipple to hear your angry attempts to get her attention.
Liz finally pulled her finger away and managed to get her laughter under control, "Okay, okay seriously... I'll try some more bounces, or whatever those were called. They were tiring, but they were kinda fun! Plus, I bet you enjoyed watching me, huh tiny?" Liz spoke down to you, not even caring that you were unable to respond since her nipple was back to being mashed against your face. Down below, you were in a serious, literal bind: after Liz pulled her finger away, her breast bounced forwards, and pinned your hands and feet against her bikini ringlet. You were now stuck in place from the pressure, essentially tied over Liz's hard nipple. Liz didn't seem to notice, though, as she began repeating the exercises you had taught her earlier. Before you could so much as turn your head to the side to breath properly, Liz began hopping up and down, splashing through the water and causing her enormous breasts to jostle up and down violently. A tremendous amount of weight rose into the air with you, before Liz landed and you were crushed against the Liz's breast and nipple as her flesh tried to fit through the small bikini ringlet opening, with your body blocking the way. Liz counted off the reps up above, somewhat oblivious to the torture she was putting you through. It didn't help that mounds of Liz's wet, jiggly flesh were bouncing directly against your cock, since that was the first thing to absorb any impact from Liz's breast. You shuddered in aggravation as each of the bratty giantess's jumps sent a wave of sexual energy through you, which you were currently unable to act upon in any way. You weren't even sure if she knew how much she was bothering you, but you bet she would be thrilled if she knew.
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