She wants you to help her on an exercise bike
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 38
by
copier
· original author:
dude501
As Liz's breasts slowly sway to a stop, your groans of pleasure slowly become groans of frustration. This upstart, snobby bimbo has effortlessly made you explode not once, but twice, having her way with you this entire session. It's humiliating. What's more, after dealing with Liz's relentless teasing and brutal smothering this whole time, as well as blowing two loads against her, you're feeling exhausted right now. Liz has affected you in more ways than one, and you just want this to end already. Sadly, Liz continues to ignore your wishes and keeps you plastered to her breasts as she springs towards Kayle, excited for another exercise she can use to toy with you.
Impressed by your "motivational techniques," Kayle smiles at your tiny outline, still barely poking out from Liz's super-tight top, as it bounces and sways with Liz's breasts, like a tiny ship buffeted by giant waves of soft titty flesh. "Oh wow," she says, holding back a laugh, "I had no idea the little guy was such a natural at training. Maybe I should make more bets with my clients."
Liz giggles. "Like, not if you wanna end up on the losing end of one, like this little guy just did." Happy to show off how she easily dominated you (again), Liz hefts her breasts up towards Kayle, to give her a closer look at the load you just shot up her cleavage. Of course, this action also smooshes your tiny, battered body against her soft, perky flesh all the more, helping Liz literally rub her victory in your face (as well as the rest of the body).
Kayle looks down to inspect the short girl's handiwork and gives an impressed whistle. "Wow, you go girl. I'd say you've certainly won that bet, not that he ever stood a chance." Liz releases her breasts, once again crushing you with their tremendous weight, and both girls laugh at your expense before Kayle continues. "So, if I remember correctly, if you won, you get Tim to help you with an exercise of your choice, right? Well, champ, did you have something in mind?"
Taking another chance to tease you, Liz squeezes her massive chest with her arms, bulging it immensely, before innocently taping her finger on her chin. You feel intense pressure from Liz's breasts flattening you as she coyly ponders what to do next. "Oooh, like, I dunno. I don't want to put on too much muscle, so, like, maybe more cardio would be good. And Mr. Trainer looooved 'spotting' me on the treadmill just now..." Liz flashes another proud smirk towards you before giving her breasts another quick squeeze with her arms, just to taunt you, then looks back at Kayle. "Like, any suggestions?"
Kayle giggles at Liz's antics. She has to admit, she's having fun, as you've been opening up new ways of thinking for her. The thought of a tiny man getting effortlessly smothered and overwhelmed by the sexiest parts of a woman's body is beginning to entice her, and watching it happen to you firsthand has been rather exhilarating. She only regrets missing you getting pounded by Liz on the treadmill, where there was more speed and vigor involved, but there might be another machine that can provide the same kind of fun. She imitates Liz's coy pondering for a moment then smiles. "It sounds like you could use some time on an exercise bike! You'll get plenty more cardio, and Tim can help by *ahem* spotting your form, which he seems to have plenty of experience in."
Liz laughs smugly, "Heehee, yeah, he can't get enough of watching my gorgeous form. Isn't that right. Mr. Trainer?" Liz starts wildly squeezing her breasts with both hands to get a rise out of you again, but, exhausted and silenced by boob-flesh, you can't hope to respond."
Kayle enjoys Liz's little show, but doesn't wait for your answer. "Great, I'll take that as a yes! Let's go get you a bike." Liz continues squeezing you with her breasts as both women head to where the bikes are but stops when she realizes something. Your recent load is still inside her cleavage, and her squeezing and rubbing has been spreading it all over her breasts. If she keeps it up, she could stain...
"Ohmygosh, my new tube top," she yelps. Kayle stops and gives a puzzled look. "Like, it's nothing. You go on ahead, I'll just be a sec." As Kayle walks off, Liz quickly pulls off her precious top, revealing her gigantic breasts to the world, and peels you from them, leaving your heaving body laying flat on her palm. She's holding you just below her breasts, nearly eclipsing you with them, making it hard for you to look up at her. Liz starts to scold you, "Like, thanks a lot, Mr. Trainer!" She hefts a breast using her free hand to observe your handiwork, and huffs, "You got your sticky load all over my breasts and nearly ruined my cute new tube top, just because you couldn't control your urges around me! You little perv." While keeping her eyes on you, she slowly licks her breasts clean of your recent load.
You're too tired to sit up or move at the moment, but you still refuse to be unfairly labeled and taunted by Liz. In between breaths, you angrily call out to her from below her breasts, "Oh *pant* come off it, Liz. You've been *wheeze* harassing me this whole time to stroke your own *pant* ego. Everything that's happened today is all on you, you bratty--"
Liz rolls her eyes at your furious tirade and silences you by casually plopping the underside of her breast on your head. Silenced again by Liz's succulent, titanic flesh, your body futilely squirms for freedom on her palm while your head and hands further sink into her soft breast. You're forced to wait as Liz finishes cleaning herself with her tongue. When she does, she taunts, "Like, PU-LEASE! Don't act like you haven't been loving this. I've already made you pop twice. In fact..." She takes her free hand and starts teasing your crotch with it, making you twitch and squirm with the slightest touch. "I bet you wanna go for a third already, don't you?" You can't speak, but your quickly returning erection is all the answer Liz needs. She laughs obnoxiously. "You horny little trainer." Liz continues jerking you off while walking towards Kayle fiddling with the control panel on an exercise bike.
When Liz arrives, Kayle looks up and giggles at the sight before her: a topless Liz effortlessly jacking you off while smothering just your head with her giant breast. "So just what were you two up to?"
"Oh nothing. I was just teaching him to respect a woman's fashion, again." While still holding you in place, Liz points at the bike. "So, like, how's this gonna work?"
Kayle explains. "Well, as you can see, this is an upright bike, which can workout your core and upper body, as well as your lower body, so long as you keep correct posture. Just like one of those pro cyclists you see on TV, you'll need to keep your back straight and maintain constant pressure on your seat, which is what our little friend will help with. The seat is small, but there should be just enough room for him on the edge of it to spot your posture. From that position, he should be able to tell whether you're slouching too much or not applying enough pressure with your rear."
Liz listens while still stroking your cock and gives it one final flick when Kayle finishes. "Sounds great!" She pulls you from below her breast and sits you on the back edge of the bike seat, leaving you heaving for air again while your cock is still erect. After taking a few deep breaths, try and talk things out with Liz again, desperately hoping you can finally get through to her.
"Look Liz, this isn't working. Clearly I'm not the trainer for you. How about we end things here? I'll get to move on to something else, and you can keep training with Kayle here, who is doing a much better job of getting through to you." This is actually the first time you've gotten a good look at Kayle. If you weren't so frustrated with Liz at the moment, you'd appreciate that Kayle's just as smoking hot as the other girls you've met at this gym."
Liz puts her hands on her wide hips and pouts. "Oh, c'mon, Mr. Trainer. Don't be like that. Not only am I a VIP, but I also won our bet, which means you absolutely have to listen to what I say now." She gives a devilish smile, "Besides, why leave now?..." Liz turns around then slowly, tantalizingly stretches her leg across the machine to straddle it. Slowly, she lowers her magnificent, gigantic ass towards you, eclipsing you in its shadow and drawing all of your attention. "When you're about to spend some more time with alllll this?" Both Kayle and Liz giggle as you try to stammer a response, dumbfounded by the delicious ass above you. "Besides, you can, like, help me with something else too. One of the worst things about riding bikes are, like, the uncomfortable wedgies." She pulls on the wedgie her short-shorts are making now to make her point, making her cheeks ripple. "Like, even worse, no one can see my cute shorts whenever they're eaten up by my big booty. As I ride, could you, like, pull on my shorts to make sure they don't get stuck in my cheeks? Oh, and try not to get stuck between them yourself, heehee."
Upon hearing Liz's ridiculous request, you quickly return to your senses. You open your mouth to object, but, instead of listening you, Liz chooses to simply sit down. Liz's mammoth ass easily covers the tiny seat and then some, her flesh spilling over the sides. Thank's to Liz's all-encompassing ass, there isn't nearly enough room for you as Kayle suggested. Your lower half is crushed by her meaty cheeks, with your cock slipping in-between them. Your upper body is being pushed back by the rest of her ass as it spills over the back, her soft, overbearing flesh smooshing you all over. You can't even move, let alone do any of the so-called spotting the girls want you to do. Suddenly, Liz begins pedaling, and you're brought along for the ride. Her massive cheeks move left and right, grinding you relentlessly.
How does Liz feel about your "performance" during her biking?"
Impressed by your "motivational techniques," Kayle smiles at your tiny outline, still barely poking out from Liz's super-tight top, as it bounces and sways with Liz's breasts, like a tiny ship buffeted by giant waves of soft titty flesh. "Oh wow," she says, holding back a laugh, "I had no idea the little guy was such a natural at training. Maybe I should make more bets with my clients."
Liz giggles. "Like, not if you wanna end up on the losing end of one, like this little guy just did." Happy to show off how she easily dominated you (again), Liz hefts her breasts up towards Kayle, to give her a closer look at the load you just shot up her cleavage. Of course, this action also smooshes your tiny, battered body against her soft, perky flesh all the more, helping Liz literally rub her victory in your face (as well as the rest of the body).
Kayle looks down to inspect the short girl's handiwork and gives an impressed whistle. "Wow, you go girl. I'd say you've certainly won that bet, not that he ever stood a chance." Liz releases her breasts, once again crushing you with their tremendous weight, and both girls laugh at your expense before Kayle continues. "So, if I remember correctly, if you won, you get Tim to help you with an exercise of your choice, right? Well, champ, did you have something in mind?"
Taking another chance to tease you, Liz squeezes her massive chest with her arms, bulging it immensely, before innocently taping her finger on her chin. You feel intense pressure from Liz's breasts flattening you as she coyly ponders what to do next. "Oooh, like, I dunno. I don't want to put on too much muscle, so, like, maybe more cardio would be good. And Mr. Trainer looooved 'spotting' me on the treadmill just now..." Liz flashes another proud smirk towards you before giving her breasts another quick squeeze with her arms, just to taunt you, then looks back at Kayle. "Like, any suggestions?"
Kayle giggles at Liz's antics. She has to admit, she's having fun, as you've been opening up new ways of thinking for her. The thought of a tiny man getting effortlessly smothered and overwhelmed by the sexiest parts of a woman's body is beginning to entice her, and watching it happen to you firsthand has been rather exhilarating. She only regrets missing you getting pounded by Liz on the treadmill, where there was more speed and vigor involved, but there might be another machine that can provide the same kind of fun. She imitates Liz's coy pondering for a moment then smiles. "It sounds like you could use some time on an exercise bike! You'll get plenty more cardio, and Tim can help by *ahem* spotting your form, which he seems to have plenty of experience in."
Liz laughs smugly, "Heehee, yeah, he can't get enough of watching my gorgeous form. Isn't that right. Mr. Trainer?" Liz starts wildly squeezing her breasts with both hands to get a rise out of you again, but, exhausted and silenced by boob-flesh, you can't hope to respond."
Kayle enjoys Liz's little show, but doesn't wait for your answer. "Great, I'll take that as a yes! Let's go get you a bike." Liz continues squeezing you with her breasts as both women head to where the bikes are but stops when she realizes something. Your recent load is still inside her cleavage, and her squeezing and rubbing has been spreading it all over her breasts. If she keeps it up, she could stain...
"Ohmygosh, my new tube top," she yelps. Kayle stops and gives a puzzled look. "Like, it's nothing. You go on ahead, I'll just be a sec." As Kayle walks off, Liz quickly pulls off her precious top, revealing her gigantic breasts to the world, and peels you from them, leaving your heaving body laying flat on her palm. She's holding you just below her breasts, nearly eclipsing you with them, making it hard for you to look up at her. Liz starts to scold you, "Like, thanks a lot, Mr. Trainer!" She hefts a breast using her free hand to observe your handiwork, and huffs, "You got your sticky load all over my breasts and nearly ruined my cute new tube top, just because you couldn't control your urges around me! You little perv." While keeping her eyes on you, she slowly licks her breasts clean of your recent load.
You're too tired to sit up or move at the moment, but you still refuse to be unfairly labeled and taunted by Liz. In between breaths, you angrily call out to her from below her breasts, "Oh *pant* come off it, Liz. You've been *wheeze* harassing me this whole time to stroke your own *pant* ego. Everything that's happened today is all on you, you bratty--"
Liz rolls her eyes at your furious tirade and silences you by casually plopping the underside of her breast on your head. Silenced again by Liz's succulent, titanic flesh, your body futilely squirms for freedom on her palm while your head and hands further sink into her soft breast. You're forced to wait as Liz finishes cleaning herself with her tongue. When she does, she taunts, "Like, PU-LEASE! Don't act like you haven't been loving this. I've already made you pop twice. In fact..." She takes her free hand and starts teasing your crotch with it, making you twitch and squirm with the slightest touch. "I bet you wanna go for a third already, don't you?" You can't speak, but your quickly returning erection is all the answer Liz needs. She laughs obnoxiously. "You horny little trainer." Liz continues jerking you off while walking towards Kayle fiddling with the control panel on an exercise bike.
When Liz arrives, Kayle looks up and giggles at the sight before her: a topless Liz effortlessly jacking you off while smothering just your head with her giant breast. "So just what were you two up to?"
"Oh nothing. I was just teaching him to respect a woman's fashion, again." While still holding you in place, Liz points at the bike. "So, like, how's this gonna work?"
Kayle explains. "Well, as you can see, this is an upright bike, which can workout your core and upper body, as well as your lower body, so long as you keep correct posture. Just like one of those pro cyclists you see on TV, you'll need to keep your back straight and maintain constant pressure on your seat, which is what our little friend will help with. The seat is small, but there should be just enough room for him on the edge of it to spot your posture. From that position, he should be able to tell whether you're slouching too much or not applying enough pressure with your rear."
Liz listens while still stroking your cock and gives it one final flick when Kayle finishes. "Sounds great!" She pulls you from below her breast and sits you on the back edge of the bike seat, leaving you heaving for air again while your cock is still erect. After taking a few deep breaths, try and talk things out with Liz again, desperately hoping you can finally get through to her.
"Look Liz, this isn't working. Clearly I'm not the trainer for you. How about we end things here? I'll get to move on to something else, and you can keep training with Kayle here, who is doing a much better job of getting through to you." This is actually the first time you've gotten a good look at Kayle. If you weren't so frustrated with Liz at the moment, you'd appreciate that Kayle's just as smoking hot as the other girls you've met at this gym."
Liz puts her hands on her wide hips and pouts. "Oh, c'mon, Mr. Trainer. Don't be like that. Not only am I a VIP, but I also won our bet, which means you absolutely have to listen to what I say now." She gives a devilish smile, "Besides, why leave now?..." Liz turns around then slowly, tantalizingly stretches her leg across the machine to straddle it. Slowly, she lowers her magnificent, gigantic ass towards you, eclipsing you in its shadow and drawing all of your attention. "When you're about to spend some more time with alllll this?" Both Kayle and Liz giggle as you try to stammer a response, dumbfounded by the delicious ass above you. "Besides, you can, like, help me with something else too. One of the worst things about riding bikes are, like, the uncomfortable wedgies." She pulls on the wedgie her short-shorts are making now to make her point, making her cheeks ripple. "Like, even worse, no one can see my cute shorts whenever they're eaten up by my big booty. As I ride, could you, like, pull on my shorts to make sure they don't get stuck in my cheeks? Oh, and try not to get stuck between them yourself, heehee."
Upon hearing Liz's ridiculous request, you quickly return to your senses. You open your mouth to object, but, instead of listening you, Liz chooses to simply sit down. Liz's mammoth ass easily covers the tiny seat and then some, her flesh spilling over the sides. Thank's to Liz's all-encompassing ass, there isn't nearly enough room for you as Kayle suggested. Your lower half is crushed by her meaty cheeks, with your cock slipping in-between them. Your upper body is being pushed back by the rest of her ass as it spills over the back, her soft, overbearing flesh smooshing you all over. You can't even move, let alone do any of the so-called spotting the girls want you to do. Suddenly, Liz begins pedaling, and you're brought along for the ride. Her massive cheeks move left and right, grinding you relentlessly.
How does Liz feel about your "performance" during her biking?"
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