Liz heads back to the changing room
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 27
by
CrankoWanko
Liz finally finished her set of bounces, and came to a stop. It took another couple seconds for YOU to come to a stop, as each of her breasts remained oscillating from side to side as well as up and down for some time, but as you did Liz said, "Whew! That was way more fun than the first time! It's amazing what you can accomplish when you have, like, a little bit of motivation, huh?" You would have been more proud of Liz for finally performing an exercise properly, but you had just been battered by her chest and were not in a good mood. Also, it sounded like her 'motivation' was bouncing her breasts against you, which you did not find as amusing as she did. Liz looked down at you, not noticing that you were now pulled taut against her nipple by her bikini, "What do you think, Mr. Trainer, how did I do? Pretty great, right?"
You were unable to respond, with Liz's erect nipple pressing against your face so Liz cleared her throat, "Uhm, ex-CUSE me, Mr. Trainer, but this is the part where you say that I did super great!" After another few seconds of silence, Liz craned her neck downwards, trying to see what had happened to you, "Um, like, hellloooooo?" Liz whined. Liz finally spotted you, still pressed up against her pink nipple, and rolled her eyes, "Oh my gawwwwd, did you, like, get yourself stuck to my super expensive bikini? You BETTER not break it or something!"
Liz sighed pointedly, and moaned, "Ugh, okay, well I guess the pool session is done, now that you're stuck or whatever. I guess I'll go to the changing room, since apparently I got into my cutest outfit for NOTHING!" You couldn't believe it. Liz was more worried about her bikini than she was about you! You should have expected as much, but you were mad just the same. You tried to shout up at Liz, but she had already started climbing out of the pool. You were jostled left and right, as Liz's movements caused her nipple to rub left and right across your upper body, never giving you a moment of peace. Furthermore, your cock brushed across Liz's areola as her flesh bounced around, sending tremors of pleasure through you. You resented Liz for getting you into this position, but had no way of getting free, or even telling her how you felt.
Liz eventually reached the changing room, and went up to one of the wall-mounted mirrors. She was finally able to see what had actually happened to you, and laughed once she got a good look; you were basically splayed over her nipple like a tablecloth, pulled tight by each of your limbs against her fleshy pink nub. "Oh wow, hahaha! That's like, so funny! I thought you were just KINDA stuck or something, but it looks like you're really having trouble there. Can you even, like, pull your arms free?"
You sarcastically shouted, "No, I NEVER thought of that, Liz!" but Liz only felt the angry buzzing sensation she had come to recognize as your attempts to scold her, and snickered. "Come on, I know my boobies are heavy but it can't be that hard!" Liz giggled for a second, "At least, not as hard as something ELSE I feel..." Liz shook her chest lightly, causing her breast to rub against your cock again. You frowned at Liz's blatant teasing, but gave your best attempt at pulling your arms and legs free from the ringlet. You flexed with all your might, hoping to rip them free, but instead you only managed to yank your body forwards into Liz's nipple.
Liz watched as you squished your own body against her nipple, compressing it slightly from the pressure. This felt DELIGHTFUL for Liz, and she thought it was adorable that your cock was still pressing against her skin. Still watching your pathetic attempt at 'escaping,' Liz smirked and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled back that you were trying to free yourself, but Liz didn't hear much more than a buzzing sound, and giggled once she realized you were pissed about something, but unable to communicate. "Sorry, come again, Mr. Trainer? Did you say something about how big and gorgeous you think my boobs are? That's hardly an appropriate thing to say to a customer!" Liz pretended to be offended, and crossed her arms, slightly pushing her enormous tits together as she did so. The pressure at your front side increased a bit, and you felt your body depress into Liz's flesh just a little bit more. You groaned, and wriggled around, attempting to turn your face to the side. Liz took the time to reflect on how successful she had been, as far as she was concerned, with annoying you throughout the day. All of this was like a game to her, and you were just a toy to be played with.
After a minute of struggling, you managed to turn your head to the side, though you were still tightly pressed against Liz's nipple. You labored to draw breath as the mount of breast flesh pressed against your diaphragm, before shouting up, "LIZ! I'm stuck!" Liz kept her arms crossed and shrugged, sending a massive tremor through her bosom, "Yeah, I can see that." You grimaced as her nipple tried to engulf your face once more, and your erection rubbed into the wobbling mass of flesh that was Liz's boob. You took another deep, strenuous breath, "Can you help me!?" Liz reached up with one hand and twirled her silky red hair, "Uhm, OBVIOUSLY I could. What kind of stupid question is that?" You glared into the mirror up at Liz, since her breast was too large for you to see her face normally, and she gave you a smug smile back, letting you know she was completely away of how frustrated you were getting.
You pleaded with the redheaded girl, "Liz, I'm serious! I need your help!" Liz continued playing with her hair, as she sighed dramatically. "Uuuugh... fine!" Liz reached up with her fingernails and slowly scratched at your back. You grunted in pain as the carefully manicured nails jabbed into you, before Liz grabbed on to you! You smiled, thankful that Liz was finally about to pull you free... and then Liz grabbed on your gym shorts and began pulling. You tried to push some of Liz's nipple away from your face as you shouted, "Hang on, Liz! Those are my shorts, careful!"
Liz gave you a coy look, "I know!" and tugged on your shorts again, pulling them partway down your waist, letting the base of your cock come into contact with her soft breast. Liz giggled softly.
You scowled as menacingly as you could at the giant girl, "What do you mean you know!? Stop pulling my clothes off and HELP ME!"
The giant girl only smirked and said, "Mmmm, nah! I think this is more fun!" before she flicked her fingers, tearing your shorts away completely. You felt your firm erection pressing up against Liz's flesh, now without any cloth separation whatsoever, and you shuddered; it felt heavenly, despite how angry you were with this girl. Liz gave a very sarcastic, "Oops!" as she prissily flicked your gym shorts away, and grinned as she felt your warm manhood against her skin.
Liz's nipple was becoming firm as she became more excited by your presence, and it slowly began to push against your body extra tightly. Breathing was becoming difficult for you. "LIZ, FOR... *gasp* FUCK'S *wheeze* SAKE!" you screamed between breaths, furious at how nonchalantly Liz was treating this whole situation.
Liz smirked, entertained by your outburst, and inquired innocently, "What? Did I, like, do something?" and squeezed her breasts together with her arms more tightly. You felt the flesh in front of you suddenly push forwards with extreme force, shoving you backwards until your arms and legs were locked straight. Liz's nipple and breast continued to squeeze forward, attempting to flow forwards as Liz effortlessly squeezed them from the sides, until her silky smooth flesh had nearly encased the front of your body. You tried to shout again as your face was crushed flat against her nipple, "LZZZ! WWMMMFFF!!!"
Liz watched with great amusement as sensitive flesh pushed around your body from every direction, encompassing your tiny body with her pink skin , "What's that, Mr. Trainer? Did you say something?" You were too engulfed in flesh to manage another response. The other side of Liz's bikini, the one you weren't covering, was engulfed in boob flesh. Her nipple was puffing out of the open ringlet noticeably, since there was nothing stopping it. On YOUR side however, her flesh was attempting to flow past every gap between your legs, arms, or face. Liz smirked when she was actually able to see your cock between your legs, pressing into a bulge of her jiggling skin.
Liz was even more delighted to find that, if she focused, she could actually feel your cock throbbing against her overbearing breast. Liz teased smugly, knowing you had no chance of retorting, "Because I can feel a little SOMETHING that tells me that a little SOMEONE has been, like, been enjoying my 'GLORIFIED RUBBER BAND' an aaaaawful lot!" You hated the way Liz was throwing everything you had said earlier back in your face, but you had no way to show your anger and were forced to remain helplessly plastered against this spoiled girl's mountainous tit. What was worse, your cock was being forcefully massaged into Liz's boob, and you had no way to stop her from teasing you. Liz reached up with one finger and gently prodded your cock against her flesh, causing you to emit a frustrated "MMRRRRRNNGFFH!" noise as you convulsed in forced ecstasy, which Liz thought was hilarious.
You were unable to respond, with Liz's erect nipple pressing against your face so Liz cleared her throat, "Uhm, ex-CUSE me, Mr. Trainer, but this is the part where you say that I did super great!" After another few seconds of silence, Liz craned her neck downwards, trying to see what had happened to you, "Um, like, hellloooooo?" Liz whined. Liz finally spotted you, still pressed up against her pink nipple, and rolled her eyes, "Oh my gawwwwd, did you, like, get yourself stuck to my super expensive bikini? You BETTER not break it or something!"
Liz sighed pointedly, and moaned, "Ugh, okay, well I guess the pool session is done, now that you're stuck or whatever. I guess I'll go to the changing room, since apparently I got into my cutest outfit for NOTHING!" You couldn't believe it. Liz was more worried about her bikini than she was about you! You should have expected as much, but you were mad just the same. You tried to shout up at Liz, but she had already started climbing out of the pool. You were jostled left and right, as Liz's movements caused her nipple to rub left and right across your upper body, never giving you a moment of peace. Furthermore, your cock brushed across Liz's areola as her flesh bounced around, sending tremors of pleasure through you. You resented Liz for getting you into this position, but had no way of getting free, or even telling her how you felt.
Liz eventually reached the changing room, and went up to one of the wall-mounted mirrors. She was finally able to see what had actually happened to you, and laughed once she got a good look; you were basically splayed over her nipple like a tablecloth, pulled tight by each of your limbs against her fleshy pink nub. "Oh wow, hahaha! That's like, so funny! I thought you were just KINDA stuck or something, but it looks like you're really having trouble there. Can you even, like, pull your arms free?"
You sarcastically shouted, "No, I NEVER thought of that, Liz!" but Liz only felt the angry buzzing sensation she had come to recognize as your attempts to scold her, and snickered. "Come on, I know my boobies are heavy but it can't be that hard!" Liz giggled for a second, "At least, not as hard as something ELSE I feel..." Liz shook her chest lightly, causing her breast to rub against your cock again. You frowned at Liz's blatant teasing, but gave your best attempt at pulling your arms and legs free from the ringlet. You flexed with all your might, hoping to rip them free, but instead you only managed to yank your body forwards into Liz's nipple.
Liz watched as you squished your own body against her nipple, compressing it slightly from the pressure. This felt DELIGHTFUL for Liz, and she thought it was adorable that your cock was still pressing against her skin. Still watching your pathetic attempt at 'escaping,' Liz smirked and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled back that you were trying to free yourself, but Liz didn't hear much more than a buzzing sound, and giggled once she realized you were pissed about something, but unable to communicate. "Sorry, come again, Mr. Trainer? Did you say something about how big and gorgeous you think my boobs are? That's hardly an appropriate thing to say to a customer!" Liz pretended to be offended, and crossed her arms, slightly pushing her enormous tits together as she did so. The pressure at your front side increased a bit, and you felt your body depress into Liz's flesh just a little bit more. You groaned, and wriggled around, attempting to turn your face to the side. Liz took the time to reflect on how successful she had been, as far as she was concerned, with annoying you throughout the day. All of this was like a game to her, and you were just a toy to be played with.
After a minute of struggling, you managed to turn your head to the side, though you were still tightly pressed against Liz's nipple. You labored to draw breath as the mount of breast flesh pressed against your diaphragm, before shouting up, "LIZ! I'm stuck!" Liz kept her arms crossed and shrugged, sending a massive tremor through her bosom, "Yeah, I can see that." You grimaced as her nipple tried to engulf your face once more, and your erection rubbed into the wobbling mass of flesh that was Liz's boob. You took another deep, strenuous breath, "Can you help me!?" Liz reached up with one hand and twirled her silky red hair, "Uhm, OBVIOUSLY I could. What kind of stupid question is that?" You glared into the mirror up at Liz, since her breast was too large for you to see her face normally, and she gave you a smug smile back, letting you know she was completely away of how frustrated you were getting.
You pleaded with the redheaded girl, "Liz, I'm serious! I need your help!" Liz continued playing with her hair, as she sighed dramatically. "Uuuugh... fine!" Liz reached up with her fingernails and slowly scratched at your back. You grunted in pain as the carefully manicured nails jabbed into you, before Liz grabbed on to you! You smiled, thankful that Liz was finally about to pull you free... and then Liz grabbed on your gym shorts and began pulling. You tried to push some of Liz's nipple away from your face as you shouted, "Hang on, Liz! Those are my shorts, careful!"
Liz gave you a coy look, "I know!" and tugged on your shorts again, pulling them partway down your waist, letting the base of your cock come into contact with her soft breast. Liz giggled softly.
You scowled as menacingly as you could at the giant girl, "What do you mean you know!? Stop pulling my clothes off and HELP ME!"
The giant girl only smirked and said, "Mmmm, nah! I think this is more fun!" before she flicked her fingers, tearing your shorts away completely. You felt your firm erection pressing up against Liz's flesh, now without any cloth separation whatsoever, and you shuddered; it felt heavenly, despite how angry you were with this girl. Liz gave a very sarcastic, "Oops!" as she prissily flicked your gym shorts away, and grinned as she felt your warm manhood against her skin.
Liz's nipple was becoming firm as she became more excited by your presence, and it slowly began to push against your body extra tightly. Breathing was becoming difficult for you. "LIZ, FOR... *gasp* FUCK'S *wheeze* SAKE!" you screamed between breaths, furious at how nonchalantly Liz was treating this whole situation.
Liz smirked, entertained by your outburst, and inquired innocently, "What? Did I, like, do something?" and squeezed her breasts together with her arms more tightly. You felt the flesh in front of you suddenly push forwards with extreme force, shoving you backwards until your arms and legs were locked straight. Liz's nipple and breast continued to squeeze forward, attempting to flow forwards as Liz effortlessly squeezed them from the sides, until her silky smooth flesh had nearly encased the front of your body. You tried to shout again as your face was crushed flat against her nipple, "LZZZ! WWMMMFFF!!!"
Liz watched with great amusement as sensitive flesh pushed around your body from every direction, encompassing your tiny body with her pink skin , "What's that, Mr. Trainer? Did you say something?" You were too engulfed in flesh to manage another response. The other side of Liz's bikini, the one you weren't covering, was engulfed in boob flesh. Her nipple was puffing out of the open ringlet noticeably, since there was nothing stopping it. On YOUR side however, her flesh was attempting to flow past every gap between your legs, arms, or face. Liz smirked when she was actually able to see your cock between your legs, pressing into a bulge of her jiggling skin.
Liz was even more delighted to find that, if she focused, she could actually feel your cock throbbing against her overbearing breast. Liz teased smugly, knowing you had no chance of retorting, "Because I can feel a little SOMETHING that tells me that a little SOMEONE has been, like, been enjoying my 'GLORIFIED RUBBER BAND' an aaaaawful lot!" You hated the way Liz was throwing everything you had said earlier back in your face, but you had no way to show your anger and were forced to remain helplessly plastered against this spoiled girl's mountainous tit. What was worse, your cock was being forcefully massaged into Liz's boob, and you had no way to stop her from teasing you. Liz reached up with one finger and gently prodded your cock against her flesh, causing you to emit a frustrated "MMRRRRRNNGFFH!" noise as you convulsed in forced ecstasy, which Liz thought was hilarious.
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