Liz takes it easy on you (or is interrupted by ...
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 35
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copier
· original author:
dude501
Liz struts to the treadmills while still humming her smug tune, and you're left beyond frustrated. Not only has this brat of a girl completely ruined your first official session as a trainer at The Gym, but now you're left at the mercy of her gigantic, heaving breasts. With every step she takes, Liz effortlessly pounds your tiny body and stimulates your cock without remorse. You originally guessed Liz's breasts are at least EE, but, after getting this up close and personal with them, they feel heavier than that. Much heavier (It's a miracle she was able to get that tube top on at all, even just halfway). You hate having to suffer this indignity, and, even more so, you hate how good it felt. Clinging to hopes of freedom, you start squirming and buzzing again, desperately trying to free yourself while yelling your frustrations up at Liz, but once again all your movements are easily restrained by her soft, yielding flesh. All your efforts do is tickle Liz's breasts, the vibrations pleasing her immensely. Liz smiles proudly while nearing the treadmills, happy to have a man she can subjugate to her every single whim, but she stops upon feeling another sensation, this time inside her stomach.
After her stomach rumbles Liz makes a dramatic groan out of hunger and pouts. "Ugh, now I'm starting to get hungry. Mr. Trainerrrrr, how could you let this happen? Aren't trainers supposed to, like, bring food for their clients to eat before they start their sessions? Isn't that, like, Training 101?" You try and speak up against Liz's dumb complaint, but her mammoth tits make it clear that you're not getting a say in the matter. What's more, Liz decides to punish you for not fulfilling her unreasonable request by dramatically shaking her chest left and right, her breasts' instilling greater levels of pressure on your body. After a minute of this, she stops, relieving you a bit. "Ok, new plan. Before I continue my warm-up, I'm gonna grab a snack. After all, it's important I make sure my girls are well-fed, to make sure they stay big and strong." She smirks and hefts her breasts with both hands, stretching and straining her tiny top across her expansive flesh and putting you under more pressure again. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Trainer?" Not bothering to wait for a response, Liz starts to squeeze and fondle her breasts, making their soft flesh roll all over your face, body, and cock while flattening you against her top. After a few moments, Liz let's go of her breasts, making you groan as you feel all of their immense weight drop down on you at once, and walks of. "Maybe they finally got around to building that snack bar...," she mutters to herself before walking off to find a snack.
Liz doesn't get far before running into a familiar face, the busty brunette Kayle, and waves her down for help. Kayle smiles as she sees Liz approaching, recalling the laugh she just shared with her (at your expense) not long ago. "Hey, I need some help again," Liz says. "Where is your snack bar?"
For a moment, Kayle shot Liz a confused look. "Snack bar? No, sorry, we don't have one here. The most we have are the vending machines in the back." Before Liz starts pouting, Kayle asks her own question. "Oh hey, did you ever find your trainer, the little guy?"
Liz gives a small but devilish smirk, sensing another chance to have more fun with you. "Actually, I did, but..." Acting coy, Liz puts a finger to her lips while presenting her chest to Kayle, squeezing her breasts with her arms to make them balloon outward. "He's a little busy at the moment." Kayle wonders what she's looking at for a moment before taking a closer look at the bottom half of Liz's breasts, which her tube top failed to cover. She can just barely see a pair of legs, nearly entombed by Liz's tit flesh, poking out from between her breasts.
Kayle's eyes widen. "Ohmygosh, is that him!?" Liz nods, and Kayle howls with laughter. "Hahaha, I can't believe it he really is a tiny man, and he's stuck in your tits! That's hilarious!" Both girls share another laugh at your expense, and you're unnamed. Thanks to Liz's breasts in your face, you can't hope to get a look at this Kayle, but you wish she'd spend less time laughing at you and more time helping you. You're co-workers, after all. Doesn't she have some obligation to help while you get harassed and abducted by a client? The girls start to calm down a little as your frustration grows. Kayle asks, barely holding back more snickers, "so, uh, if you don't mind me asking, how exactly did he end up there? He was supposed to be training you, right?"
Seeing her chance to tease you more, Liz feigns innocence again. "Well, like you heard, we had a special VIP training session scheduled for today, which I was ever so excited about, but the training...didn't exactly go as planned" (If you weren't silenced by mountains of Liz's breast flesh, you'd say that was an understatement). I was focused, ready to tone my body and push it to its limits, but he was distracted, by, well, my body..." Your blood runs cold. You fear what Liz is doing. She continues, "We didn't get far into our aerobics warm-up before he starts complimenting me on my figure, repeatedly, not that I blame him. He tried his best to train me, but, before long, it was clear all he could think about was my tits and ass, bouncing above him whenever he made me stretch and bounce." Liz gently shakes her chest left and right to make her point, easily teasing you with her breasts as she does so. Despite the stimulation, you do not like where this is going. "Eventually, after you left me in the changing room, he just broke down and started begging me for the chance to play with my big boobies, abandoning all responsibilities as a professional trainer. I was surprised (well, not that surprised), and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to tell him to keep it in his pants and focus on our session, but he was begging me so much and wouldn't take no for an answer. It was kind of cute, in a pathetic way." You blood, once cold, boils with anger once again. That's not what happened and Liz knows it. You start buzzing and squirming furiously, hoping to reveal the truth to Kayle, but it still doesn't amount to much more than tickling against Liz's breasts. Liz gives a smug smirk, relishing how good your squirming feels against her, and hefts her breasts up towards Kayle to better present you between them, the increased pressure once again silencing your struggles. "Then I asked myself, what man in their right mind wouldn't beg for a chance to play with these beauties, and, like, what kind of heartless person would I be to deny them such a pleasure? So I gave in and placed him between my boobs, but, now that he's busy having fun, I don't have anyone to train me."
Kayle giggles and rolls her eyes. She doesn't entirely buy Liz's act, but she's still willing to roll with it. It was a dull day at work, and she could use a little fun. Hazing the tiny new guy might do the trick. "Haha, I see. We'll I'm sorry to hear that you've been left without a trainer. As a VIP to our gym, that cannot be tolerated, so, while our little friend is um...indisposed, how's about I train you for a bit?" Liz shows her approval by bouncing in place a few times, both out of excitement and to pound you with her plummeting flesh. Seeing you tiny body get so easily battered by just Liz's breasts makes Kayle hold back another snicker before continuing, "Great! Since it sounds like you guys didn't quite finish your warm-ups, let's do a few more light exercises over here before moving on to the main course." Kayle guides Liz to some mats nearby to start.
"First off, let's do some squats, one set of 15 reps. Begin." Surprisingly, without any hesitation, whining, or complaining, Liz immediately does squats on Kayle's signal. If you weren't getting crushed by the tremendous weight of her breasts moving rhythmically up and down, you might've been impressed...though it's clear she's only so eager to do more exercise if it means teasing you while she does it. After Liz finishes squatting, Kayle moves her on to jumping jacks. The rhythmic crushing you felt is replaced my wild, vigorous pounding as Liz's breasts bounce all over the place, sending waves through your body. By the end of her set, you feel Liz's body get hotter and hotter as she begins to work up a sweat.
"Nice job, Liz. Now let's move on to push-ups. Start in the up position, and we'll go on my count." Liz assumes the position, and, with her breasts hanging in the air, nearly touching the mat on their own, you feel all of their weight bearing down on you. "Down." On Kayle's signal, Liz goes down, slowly. You soon feel the hard, unforgiving mat pressing at your back, and you're smothered by Liz's breasts as they flatten against it. Liz relishes the sensation of your body getting smothered and overwhelmed by just her breasts, filling her with devilish glee. Even though her breasts hit the floor, she keeps lowering herself. Eventually, most of Liz's weight is being supported by her breasts and toes. The pressure is unbelievable.
To add insult to injury, Liz starts to smear her breasts left and right across the mat, making sure her mountains of soft flesh rub across every inch of your flesh. Despite the pain and pressure, your cock is still at full mast, which Liz can feel. "How are you holding up, Mr. Trainer? Like, you're not already about to lose the bet we made, are you?" You hate how she's still holding you to that bet, almost as much as you hate her relentless teasing and how good it felt. Kayle giggles at Liz battering you with her breasts before signalling her back up, momentarily taking pressure off you, but the pattern continues for an unbearable amount of times With each push-up, Liz's dominating breasts descend upon you, nearly swallowing you whole, and squeeze you in between them, stimulating you immensely.You feel like you'll explode at any moment.
Do you?
After her stomach rumbles Liz makes a dramatic groan out of hunger and pouts. "Ugh, now I'm starting to get hungry. Mr. Trainerrrrr, how could you let this happen? Aren't trainers supposed to, like, bring food for their clients to eat before they start their sessions? Isn't that, like, Training 101?" You try and speak up against Liz's dumb complaint, but her mammoth tits make it clear that you're not getting a say in the matter. What's more, Liz decides to punish you for not fulfilling her unreasonable request by dramatically shaking her chest left and right, her breasts' instilling greater levels of pressure on your body. After a minute of this, she stops, relieving you a bit. "Ok, new plan. Before I continue my warm-up, I'm gonna grab a snack. After all, it's important I make sure my girls are well-fed, to make sure they stay big and strong." She smirks and hefts her breasts with both hands, stretching and straining her tiny top across her expansive flesh and putting you under more pressure again. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Trainer?" Not bothering to wait for a response, Liz starts to squeeze and fondle her breasts, making their soft flesh roll all over your face, body, and cock while flattening you against her top. After a few moments, Liz let's go of her breasts, making you groan as you feel all of their immense weight drop down on you at once, and walks of. "Maybe they finally got around to building that snack bar...," she mutters to herself before walking off to find a snack.
Liz doesn't get far before running into a familiar face, the busty brunette Kayle, and waves her down for help. Kayle smiles as she sees Liz approaching, recalling the laugh she just shared with her (at your expense) not long ago. "Hey, I need some help again," Liz says. "Where is your snack bar?"
For a moment, Kayle shot Liz a confused look. "Snack bar? No, sorry, we don't have one here. The most we have are the vending machines in the back." Before Liz starts pouting, Kayle asks her own question. "Oh hey, did you ever find your trainer, the little guy?"
Liz gives a small but devilish smirk, sensing another chance to have more fun with you. "Actually, I did, but..." Acting coy, Liz puts a finger to her lips while presenting her chest to Kayle, squeezing her breasts with her arms to make them balloon outward. "He's a little busy at the moment." Kayle wonders what she's looking at for a moment before taking a closer look at the bottom half of Liz's breasts, which her tube top failed to cover. She can just barely see a pair of legs, nearly entombed by Liz's tit flesh, poking out from between her breasts.
Kayle's eyes widen. "Ohmygosh, is that him!?" Liz nods, and Kayle howls with laughter. "Hahaha, I can't believe it he really is a tiny man, and he's stuck in your tits! That's hilarious!" Both girls share another laugh at your expense, and you're unnamed. Thanks to Liz's breasts in your face, you can't hope to get a look at this Kayle, but you wish she'd spend less time laughing at you and more time helping you. You're co-workers, after all. Doesn't she have some obligation to help while you get harassed and abducted by a client? The girls start to calm down a little as your frustration grows. Kayle asks, barely holding back more snickers, "so, uh, if you don't mind me asking, how exactly did he end up there? He was supposed to be training you, right?"
Seeing her chance to tease you more, Liz feigns innocence again. "Well, like you heard, we had a special VIP training session scheduled for today, which I was ever so excited about, but the training...didn't exactly go as planned" (If you weren't silenced by mountains of Liz's breast flesh, you'd say that was an understatement). I was focused, ready to tone my body and push it to its limits, but he was distracted, by, well, my body..." Your blood runs cold. You fear what Liz is doing. She continues, "We didn't get far into our aerobics warm-up before he starts complimenting me on my figure, repeatedly, not that I blame him. He tried his best to train me, but, before long, it was clear all he could think about was my tits and ass, bouncing above him whenever he made me stretch and bounce." Liz gently shakes her chest left and right to make her point, easily teasing you with her breasts as she does so. Despite the stimulation, you do not like where this is going. "Eventually, after you left me in the changing room, he just broke down and started begging me for the chance to play with my big boobies, abandoning all responsibilities as a professional trainer. I was surprised (well, not that surprised), and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to tell him to keep it in his pants and focus on our session, but he was begging me so much and wouldn't take no for an answer. It was kind of cute, in a pathetic way." You blood, once cold, boils with anger once again. That's not what happened and Liz knows it. You start buzzing and squirming furiously, hoping to reveal the truth to Kayle, but it still doesn't amount to much more than tickling against Liz's breasts. Liz gives a smug smirk, relishing how good your squirming feels against her, and hefts her breasts up towards Kayle to better present you between them, the increased pressure once again silencing your struggles. "Then I asked myself, what man in their right mind wouldn't beg for a chance to play with these beauties, and, like, what kind of heartless person would I be to deny them such a pleasure? So I gave in and placed him between my boobs, but, now that he's busy having fun, I don't have anyone to train me."
Kayle giggles and rolls her eyes. She doesn't entirely buy Liz's act, but she's still willing to roll with it. It was a dull day at work, and she could use a little fun. Hazing the tiny new guy might do the trick. "Haha, I see. We'll I'm sorry to hear that you've been left without a trainer. As a VIP to our gym, that cannot be tolerated, so, while our little friend is um...indisposed, how's about I train you for a bit?" Liz shows her approval by bouncing in place a few times, both out of excitement and to pound you with her plummeting flesh. Seeing you tiny body get so easily battered by just Liz's breasts makes Kayle hold back another snicker before continuing, "Great! Since it sounds like you guys didn't quite finish your warm-ups, let's do a few more light exercises over here before moving on to the main course." Kayle guides Liz to some mats nearby to start.
"First off, let's do some squats, one set of 15 reps. Begin." Surprisingly, without any hesitation, whining, or complaining, Liz immediately does squats on Kayle's signal. If you weren't getting crushed by the tremendous weight of her breasts moving rhythmically up and down, you might've been impressed...though it's clear she's only so eager to do more exercise if it means teasing you while she does it. After Liz finishes squatting, Kayle moves her on to jumping jacks. The rhythmic crushing you felt is replaced my wild, vigorous pounding as Liz's breasts bounce all over the place, sending waves through your body. By the end of her set, you feel Liz's body get hotter and hotter as she begins to work up a sweat.
"Nice job, Liz. Now let's move on to push-ups. Start in the up position, and we'll go on my count." Liz assumes the position, and, with her breasts hanging in the air, nearly touching the mat on their own, you feel all of their weight bearing down on you. "Down." On Kayle's signal, Liz goes down, slowly. You soon feel the hard, unforgiving mat pressing at your back, and you're smothered by Liz's breasts as they flatten against it. Liz relishes the sensation of your body getting smothered and overwhelmed by just her breasts, filling her with devilish glee. Even though her breasts hit the floor, she keeps lowering herself. Eventually, most of Liz's weight is being supported by her breasts and toes. The pressure is unbelievable.
To add insult to injury, Liz starts to smear her breasts left and right across the mat, making sure her mountains of soft flesh rub across every inch of your flesh. Despite the pain and pressure, your cock is still at full mast, which Liz can feel. "How are you holding up, Mr. Trainer? Like, you're not already about to lose the bet we made, are you?" You hate how she's still holding you to that bet, almost as much as you hate her relentless teasing and how good it felt. Kayle giggles at Liz battering you with her breasts before signalling her back up, momentarily taking pressure off you, but the pattern continues for an unbearable amount of times With each push-up, Liz's dominating breasts descend upon you, nearly swallowing you whole, and squeeze you in between them, stimulating you immensely.You feel like you'll explode at any moment.
Do you?
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