No peeking!
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
Liz gives you a wink, "No peeking." Liz slides her hands down from her shoulders, one stops at the underside of her breast to squeeze it while the other descends on her slowly gyrating hips. "I mean, after your little display just now, taking advantage of your innocent, sexy customer, I'm sure you'd just loooove a chance to ogle her while she changes, but shouldn't, like, a personal trainer have a least a little bit of decency?"
Despite your exhaustion, your frustration with Liz gives you enough energy to stand up. Blushing at her teasing, you say, "Hey! What just happened was not on me, ok! YOU got me stuck to your suit. YOU tore of my shorts. And YOU bounced your tits around like crazy to torture me for kicks and giggles." Liz rolls her eyes at your complaints, knowing at least a part of you thoroughly enjoyed that session. "Besides, you'd never even have to worry about me peeking at you (not that I would) if you hadn't brought me in this room with you and put me on the bench." You look over the side of the bench, and you can tell it's too big for you to jump off or climb down. "Now I have nowhere to go. If you wanna change in peace, you'll have to go to another changing room or, better yet, put me OUTSIDE while you change inside."
Liz chuckles at your suggestion and crosses her arms, pushing her giant tits together once more. "Silly Mr. Trainer. I'm already in my changing room. Why should I have to go anywhere? I'm the customer, after all, which means YOU have to listen to ME. Like, just turn around, close your eyes, and wait for me to finish changing. I'll only be a couple minutes." Giving you a smug look, Liz bends over and jiggles her breasts above you. "Or can the 'professional' trainer not contain his male urges for that long?"
Once again, you find yourself having a hard time reasoning with Liz, as well as her breasts, so you decide to comply again, still hoping it'll make this day go faster. Still blushing, you mutter under your breath as you turn around and close your eyes. Satisfied her "charms" proved effective once again, Liz begins to hum again as she changes, but her humming quickly devolves into annoyed grunts and huffs as she struggles to take her ultra-tight suit off. She tries to use her thumbs to pull the straps on her chest off and down her shoulders, but the material is so wet and slippery that the straps quickly slide off her thumbs before she can pull them off all the way. The elastic recoil from her suit snapping back into place make's Liz's giant breasts ripple and jiggle, and the surprise sting made her yelp. "Ow! Dammit."
Surprised, your instincts as a trainer kick in and quickly open your eyes to look up at Liz above you, concerned for the well-being of your client. "Everything alright?" You're stunned by the sight of the underside of Liz's breasts wobbling and jiggling as Liz continues her vain attempts to undress.
"Yeah, this suit is just, like, being stupid, is all." After a few seconds, you finally catch yourself staring at Liz's breasts and immediately turn away in embarrassment. For once, you're glad her tits are so huge that she can miss you under them, as she couldn't see you peeking just then, but your eyes widen as you look ahead and finally notice the mirror in front of you, which means you can see all of Liz changing in the reflection. Your eyes are instantly drawn to Liz's bouncing breasts in the reflection as she continues to fiddle with her suit. Despite your better judgement, you can't help but stare. You're so transfixed on her breasts that you don't even notice when Liz finally catches you peeking through the mirror. Pretending not to notice you staring, Liz gives a wry smile and cups her breasts, each hand easily submerged in her soft, overflowing flesh, and sways them back and forth.
"Oh darn. My boobs are sooo big that it's hard for me to get my suit off them." Liz starts to slowly gyrate her hips above you, slightly tensing her thick thighs with each sway and showing off her smooth legs. "Like, I wonder if anyone can see the trouble I'm having with them." Liz starts squeezing and fondling her breasts, soft flesh spilling between her fingers as she mashes them together. "What if they just like to, mmm I dunno, eat up any tiny thing they come across and never let go." You gulp. You know you should close your eyes, refusing to encourage Liz anymore, but you can't seem to look away. Liz continues acting coy. "Like, just what should I do...Oh, maybe this will work." Liz once more hooks her thumbs under the straps to her breasts and slowly slides them up to her shoulders before pulling upwards, finally stretching the suit far enough to pull down her shoulders and free her breasts. As her breasts bounce free, Liz gently twists her shoulders left and right, making her breasts wobble a little more. As Liz holds on to her straps, she sings, "Ahh, that's better. Don't worry, Mr. Trainer, I'm almost done. Just be sure to keep those eyes closed, mister. Even though I wouldn't blame you for checking out these goods, you wouldn't, like, want to be known as the pervy trainer who ogles all his clients, would you?" That playful jab almost snapped you out of it. You're about to close your eyes (acting like you saw nothing) and complain to Liz that she was the one who put you in such a precarious situation, but she turns around.
You're awestruck by the sight of Liz's massive ass as it ripples and wobbles in the mirror reflection in front of you. "And now for the bottom half," she chirps. This is your first close look at it since Liz changed into her suit, and it's a sight to behold. Even upon closer inspection, you can still barely see the horizontal straps of her g-string bottom stretched across her wide hips and sinking into her flesh, and there's no hope of seeing the third strap between her meaty cheeks. Her bubble butt sticks out like a shelf above you, easily eclipsing you like her breasts did. True, Liz can't see you staring now, but she knows you can't possibly look away now and loves how easily she can get your attention. She's still holding the two main straps in her hands, but, instead of pulling them the rest of the way down her body, she alternates pulling on each one. While she does so, she moves her hips left and right, all this sending waves through her cheeks as they jiggle and collide with each other."Gee, like, I sure hope no one's watching me struggle to get my big booty free. At least my trainer said he would NEVER peek on me." Liz releases the main straps from her hands and hooks her thumbs on her g-string straps. She gyrates her hips as she slowly lowers her g-string but stops just below her ass cheeks. "Besides, he's clearly a boob man. He, like, couldn't possibly be tempted by my ass, would he? No matter how big and sexy it is." She tugs on her g-string to make it sink into her succulent flesh, which makes the portion of her ass above it bulge out even more as she shakes it. You don't know when it happened during all this, but your erection is back and throbbing at the tantalizing sight before you. Finally, Liz pulls her g-string off all the way, freeing herself from the only piece of 'clothing' that kept her from being completely naked.
Before you can enjoy the sight of Liz's naked, voluptuous body in the mirror, you see her grab her panties from nearby, but, instead of putting them on immediately, you notice her ass descending on both you and the bench in the mirror. You turn around, observing the impending danger firsthand, and attempt to call out to Liz. "Liz, wait I'm sti--" But there's no time left before she sits down, squishing you beneath her mammoth right cheek, the rest of her creamy ass overflowing past the edge of the bench. Liz purposely sat on you, giving you an extremely close look at her giant booty, but continues acting coy as she feels your struggles vibrating against her but. "Oops, like, sorry Mr. Trainer. It's easier for me to put my panties and leggings on if I sit down first, and I forgot you were there. Like, too bad you weren't peeking, huh? If you were, you would've easily seen me coming and moved. Oh well." Liz giggles sending vibrations though her ass and stimulating you with her warm, soft flesh. "I guess that's just what happens to professional trainers."
Despite your exhaustion, your frustration with Liz gives you enough energy to stand up. Blushing at her teasing, you say, "Hey! What just happened was not on me, ok! YOU got me stuck to your suit. YOU tore of my shorts. And YOU bounced your tits around like crazy to torture me for kicks and giggles." Liz rolls her eyes at your complaints, knowing at least a part of you thoroughly enjoyed that session. "Besides, you'd never even have to worry about me peeking at you (not that I would) if you hadn't brought me in this room with you and put me on the bench." You look over the side of the bench, and you can tell it's too big for you to jump off or climb down. "Now I have nowhere to go. If you wanna change in peace, you'll have to go to another changing room or, better yet, put me OUTSIDE while you change inside."
Liz chuckles at your suggestion and crosses her arms, pushing her giant tits together once more. "Silly Mr. Trainer. I'm already in my changing room. Why should I have to go anywhere? I'm the customer, after all, which means YOU have to listen to ME. Like, just turn around, close your eyes, and wait for me to finish changing. I'll only be a couple minutes." Giving you a smug look, Liz bends over and jiggles her breasts above you. "Or can the 'professional' trainer not contain his male urges for that long?"
Once again, you find yourself having a hard time reasoning with Liz, as well as her breasts, so you decide to comply again, still hoping it'll make this day go faster. Still blushing, you mutter under your breath as you turn around and close your eyes. Satisfied her "charms" proved effective once again, Liz begins to hum again as she changes, but her humming quickly devolves into annoyed grunts and huffs as she struggles to take her ultra-tight suit off. She tries to use her thumbs to pull the straps on her chest off and down her shoulders, but the material is so wet and slippery that the straps quickly slide off her thumbs before she can pull them off all the way. The elastic recoil from her suit snapping back into place make's Liz's giant breasts ripple and jiggle, and the surprise sting made her yelp. "Ow! Dammit."
Surprised, your instincts as a trainer kick in and quickly open your eyes to look up at Liz above you, concerned for the well-being of your client. "Everything alright?" You're stunned by the sight of the underside of Liz's breasts wobbling and jiggling as Liz continues her vain attempts to undress.
"Yeah, this suit is just, like, being stupid, is all." After a few seconds, you finally catch yourself staring at Liz's breasts and immediately turn away in embarrassment. For once, you're glad her tits are so huge that she can miss you under them, as she couldn't see you peeking just then, but your eyes widen as you look ahead and finally notice the mirror in front of you, which means you can see all of Liz changing in the reflection. Your eyes are instantly drawn to Liz's bouncing breasts in the reflection as she continues to fiddle with her suit. Despite your better judgement, you can't help but stare. You're so transfixed on her breasts that you don't even notice when Liz finally catches you peeking through the mirror. Pretending not to notice you staring, Liz gives a wry smile and cups her breasts, each hand easily submerged in her soft, overflowing flesh, and sways them back and forth.
"Oh darn. My boobs are sooo big that it's hard for me to get my suit off them." Liz starts to slowly gyrate her hips above you, slightly tensing her thick thighs with each sway and showing off her smooth legs. "Like, I wonder if anyone can see the trouble I'm having with them." Liz starts squeezing and fondling her breasts, soft flesh spilling between her fingers as she mashes them together. "What if they just like to, mmm I dunno, eat up any tiny thing they come across and never let go." You gulp. You know you should close your eyes, refusing to encourage Liz anymore, but you can't seem to look away. Liz continues acting coy. "Like, just what should I do...Oh, maybe this will work." Liz once more hooks her thumbs under the straps to her breasts and slowly slides them up to her shoulders before pulling upwards, finally stretching the suit far enough to pull down her shoulders and free her breasts. As her breasts bounce free, Liz gently twists her shoulders left and right, making her breasts wobble a little more. As Liz holds on to her straps, she sings, "Ahh, that's better. Don't worry, Mr. Trainer, I'm almost done. Just be sure to keep those eyes closed, mister. Even though I wouldn't blame you for checking out these goods, you wouldn't, like, want to be known as the pervy trainer who ogles all his clients, would you?" That playful jab almost snapped you out of it. You're about to close your eyes (acting like you saw nothing) and complain to Liz that she was the one who put you in such a precarious situation, but she turns around.
You're awestruck by the sight of Liz's massive ass as it ripples and wobbles in the mirror reflection in front of you. "And now for the bottom half," she chirps. This is your first close look at it since Liz changed into her suit, and it's a sight to behold. Even upon closer inspection, you can still barely see the horizontal straps of her g-string bottom stretched across her wide hips and sinking into her flesh, and there's no hope of seeing the third strap between her meaty cheeks. Her bubble butt sticks out like a shelf above you, easily eclipsing you like her breasts did. True, Liz can't see you staring now, but she knows you can't possibly look away now and loves how easily she can get your attention. She's still holding the two main straps in her hands, but, instead of pulling them the rest of the way down her body, she alternates pulling on each one. While she does so, she moves her hips left and right, all this sending waves through her cheeks as they jiggle and collide with each other."Gee, like, I sure hope no one's watching me struggle to get my big booty free. At least my trainer said he would NEVER peek on me." Liz releases the main straps from her hands and hooks her thumbs on her g-string straps. She gyrates her hips as she slowly lowers her g-string but stops just below her ass cheeks. "Besides, he's clearly a boob man. He, like, couldn't possibly be tempted by my ass, would he? No matter how big and sexy it is." She tugs on her g-string to make it sink into her succulent flesh, which makes the portion of her ass above it bulge out even more as she shakes it. You don't know when it happened during all this, but your erection is back and throbbing at the tantalizing sight before you. Finally, Liz pulls her g-string off all the way, freeing herself from the only piece of 'clothing' that kept her from being completely naked.
Before you can enjoy the sight of Liz's naked, voluptuous body in the mirror, you see her grab her panties from nearby, but, instead of putting them on immediately, you notice her ass descending on both you and the bench in the mirror. You turn around, observing the impending danger firsthand, and attempt to call out to Liz. "Liz, wait I'm sti--" But there's no time left before she sits down, squishing you beneath her mammoth right cheek, the rest of her creamy ass overflowing past the edge of the bench. Liz purposely sat on you, giving you an extremely close look at her giant booty, but continues acting coy as she feels your struggles vibrating against her but. "Oops, like, sorry Mr. Trainer. It's easier for me to put my panties and leggings on if I sit down first, and I forgot you were there. Like, too bad you weren't peeking, huh? If you were, you would've easily seen me coming and moved. Oh well." Liz giggles sending vibrations though her ass and stimulating you with her warm, soft flesh. "I guess that's just what happens to professional trainers."
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