"Stretching," Crissy's replied eagerly, "Yeah stretching sounds like an excellent beginners exercise," she finished peering down at you cowering form.
You, of course, didn't fancy the sound of the idea. "Couldn't we start with something more manageable for me like laps or lifting things," you asked, watching her face glow in redness.
"Hey, I don't recall Luna putting a pipsqueak you in charge me now did she," Crissy said with a bratty childish tone, placing her hands on her hips and hunching over.
"No," you shakily responded.
"That's right Luna entrust me," Crissy stated snobby pointing to herself, "And I say we're doing stretching exercises. Now, sit on the floor and raise your hands above your head," she instructed you.
It was obvious everything would inadequately be going less in your favor this way going forward. There wasn't much you could say or do for that matter to change this. Such as denying an order from Crissy without some consequence, and so you decided to go along as commanded to do. You took a seat on the rugged carpet floor, lifting your hands high above. "Like this? Now what.." you abruptly stopped speaking, as Crissy planted her foot on your tiny legs pinning them there.
"Now I can do this," she devilishly replied, bending over to grab your arms and then pulling them back up along with herself body. "See isn't this great," Crissy giggled ignoring your screams of gratuitous pain.
You weren't physically hurting, just startled out of your mind from the experience of viewing at your extended vastly due to Crissy's influence. Not that it was anything new after also being crushed to death by the scientist lady. Your entire upper torso was one giant noodle though, from your stomach point, it was much thinner from the rest of you, and almost ready to break in you half at any moment. "Are you trying to kill me," you screamed your head off at Crissy, "Let me go,"
The only response Crissy returned towards you was with more amusement of laughter. "Quite down, you little gum wad. I'm trying to start my work out," she told you, lowering you back down to the ground and then stretched out again with an audible grunt.
"Your work out," you yelled, as she tugged you up and down while begging to count, "You're supposed to be helping me,"
"Ugh, I am duh," she responded unhappily, "We see the limits to your stretching as I do my own," she told you, though really she only wanted more reasons to mess with you.
After about close to forty or fifty pull-ups or whatever was doing, Crissy moved her feet as your feet came flying upwards snapping back to make you appear normal, but that wouldn't last for long. "Alright time to work on my back muscles," Crissy muttered little giggles to drown out your whimper. She seized a whole of you by the arms and legs struggled on pulling you out to a good length for her desire. Then smooth out the rough edges to make you into a workout strap. "That's a better look for you," she announced as started to stretch you out.
Somehow all her molding and effort into forming you up did make you a slight bit sore. Her hand was covering your mouth to muzzle you, leaving the taste of salt from her bodily sweat on it. She then started tugging on both ends, bending you with her arms towards her back. You here moaning loudly in her gymnastics mood as your face collided with her bust in the routine. You growled wishing for this whole experience to be over, but alas it carried on.
"Phew, you better equipment than a teammate." She mutters wiping her forehead clean, the rest of her clothes being darkened with sweat. "Maybe I can discuss Luna to make it your position going forward, Then you won't try and take my spotlight. Speak of which,".
Crissy cast you to the ground as she grabbed some water from a dispenser close by, kicking off her shoes close to you. She took a seat, letting you get a good look at her dirty ankle socks that just barely showed her feet through them. "Ahh," she cried out, moving her toes to breath. "Almost time for a new pair," Crissy spoke, before massaging her sore piggies. You watched as she rubbed her aching tootsies before standing, walking back over to you and placing them down on you.
You gagged as her sole planted right above as she twisted it down to rub the stench in. "You better not be some foot fetish perv," Crissy stated, grabbing both of you sides that were free to take, squatting down she lifted her self using your arms as a heaving material.
"Oh, Crissy. I didn't expect anyone to be using the equipment at the time," a voice spoke, "Are you almost done,"
"Yeah, Shia I got one maneuver left then the equipment and space's all yours," Crissy said back, "And I saved the best one for it," snickering as she looked to your beat from. She laid you on the ground making sure you got a good view of her backside hovering above with a mild wedgie showing off her cheeks.
"Cool, I'll be using something close by just let me know," Shia said, before leaving.
"Hope you don't mind the smell considering how sweaty I am," Crissy stated, plopping her large bubble butt down on you.
Your entire face became engulfed by its sheer size. It was soaking wet as she nuzzled her on top of you getting comfy, some of the dampness getting in your mouth. She wasn't joking about the fragrance either, she needs a shower asap and gets between here good not that she possibly could due to the thicc extent.
"Phfttt"
Crissy face turned red with embarrassment letting loud one rip accidentally, "Ugh, you better not tell anyone I did that or else I'll make you get even closer," she said brooding with a blush. "Let's just hurry up and finish with my warm-up," she utter, grabbing you by the legs that protruded out from her own spread ones. Cissy grasped one in each hand like she had previously with your little arms drawing them up to reach over her head.
As a result, that, of course, meant the rest of your body was trying to follow, but due to being stuck underneath Crissy blubbery butt you were drawn further into her wedgie. You weren't sure if this was intended. However, you were sinking deeper into her rancid abyss ass coating in the wet slimly substances. You coughed and begged loudly, hoping she hears to hurry up. Only to Crissy, they are muffling screeches of joy.
Crissy finished with one last giant tug that shot you to the depths of her ass cheeks that surprised her. "Hey, what's the big idea," She barked, thinking it was your own doing. "You know just for that I think...
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