“Actually, I think that working at the gym would be a pretty easy job for me to handle.” You reasoned. “I feel like there’s probably a lot I could do there that might help out. And I mean, I’m pretty fit for a tiny. I could help show people how to do stretches and stuff.”
Morgan smiled warmly. “I agree! ‘Workout World’ having a tiny fitness instructor helping out would be amazing.”
You could tell that Avery was pretty upset that you hadn’t picked her, and Quinn seemed mostly indifferent like normal, but with a twinge of disappointment on her face. However, there really was no way around it. It’d be impossible for you to balance three jobs at once. You just decided that you would need to hang out with them later to make it up to them.
The rest of the day passed by fairly uneventfully. The four of you spend time hanging around and chatting in the living room, eventually transitioning into watching a movie. The movie came after dinner, which was efficiently prepared by Morgan and served by Quinn. It was really just a few frozen meals heated up, but it was still a meaningful gesture and a tasty experience.
After the movie finished, it was nearing ten o’clock at night, and each of the girls meandered upstairs to their rooms. Surprisingly, they each seemed to have forgotten about you, and left you all by yourself on the couch in the living room. You couldn’t really blame them, as this was only the first night for the three girls living under the same roof as a tiny like yourself. Your existence hadn’t become fully routine for them yet. Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold in the living room, and the couch cushion was nice and comfy, so you easily fell asleep.
*****
You awoke to Morgan standing above you, gently saying your name to ease you out of slumber land. Giggling at your messy hair and bleary expression, Morgan carried you into the bathroom where you freshened up, and then into the kitchen. She fixed herself some cereal, making sure to give you a few crunchy pieces and a bottle cap filled with milk to serve as your own breakfast. It was incredible how good of a caretaker she was.
After breakfast, you both got changed into fresh sets of clothes, and you had to fight not to stare too much as Morgan returned from her bedroom wearing only a dark blue sports bra and matching compression shorts. Her clothing left most of her smooth, toned body on full display, while also highlighting and accentuating her sculpted curves. She was like a goddess of fitness, the ideal vision of physical perfection.
Your staring did not go unnoticed, and Morgan playfully flicked you for ogling her, before picking you up again. Saying goodbye to Quinn, who was eating her own breakfast (Avery was apparently still asleep upstairs), you and Morgan left the apartment. Morgan only took a small bag of spare clothes and a water bottle with her. She walked straight out to her car, and slid inside.
Depositing you gently in the passenger’s seat, you held onto the tethered seat belt to anchor yourself, and then the two of you were off. It was only a twenty-minute drive to “Workout World”, and you passed the time chatting with Morgan. She was the only girl you’d ever met outside of your family who treated you respectfully and sincerely, and earnestly treated you like a normal human being. It was an amazing feeling, and a flutter went off in your chest each time she smiled at you.
Pulling up to “Workout World”, Morgan parked her car, scooped you into her palm, grabbed her bag, and then headed inside. As she approached the gym, you noted that it didn’t look particularly too crazy from the outside. Just a run-of-the-mill gym, but perhaps a bit bigger than normal. It looked like it stretched back for a while, taking up a decent amount of space.
This observation was explained when Morgan walked through the door. Exercise machines as far as the eye could see stretched in all directions. Bikes, treadmills, rowing machines, elliptical machines, stair walkers, and more. One whole wall was taken up by a wide array of exercise mats, jump ropes, yoga balls, weights, and other assorted workout props. In the far back, you could see the doors leading to those exercise class rooms Morgan had mentioned.
Your giantess carrier approached the front desk, where a brilliantly smiling receptionist was waiting. The receptionist stood as Morgan approached, and you verbally choked.
The receptionist (who appeared to be in her thirties), was dressed in the same attire as Morgan, a sports bra and compression shorts. This indicated she was also a fitness instructor. However, due to being older and more mature, her more developed body strained at the seams of the sports bra and shorts, threatening to snap the fabric at any second. It was an incredibly risqué outfit choice.
Or, it would’ve been under normal circumstances. Glancing around the gym, which already had quite a few people in it, you didn’t see a single guy. There were giantesses of all ages, but no men to be seen. Was this a female only gym, or just a random coincidence?
“Good morning, Miss Mayfield.” Morgan waved to the receptionist. It was then that you noted the receptionist’s nametag, pinned proudly to her right breast. It read: ‘Heather Mayfield, Workout World Director’. Apparently, she was the big boss around here, but it was hard to fully believe that. Something about her aforementioned revealing clothing, and her mane of wavy blonde hair and young-looking face felt out of place.
“Mah stars, Morgan!” Heather clapped her hands together and grinned. “Is that a darlin’ lil’ tiny in yer hand?” She asked, pointing to you. Her southern drawl was unexpected, but her tone was light and airy.
“Yes, ma’am.” Morgan nodded. “He’s my new roommate, Hunter. He was wondering if he could apply for a job here.”
Heather beamed at you and Morgan. “Why, I reckon’ he can, honey! Shoot, ah’ll draw up the contract fer ya’ll right now!” The buxom woman bent over to dig around in her desk for a paper and pen, and you couldn’t help but notice the pendulum swaying motion of her tits as she did so. It was difficult to imagine this curvy woman leading any fitness classes. She reminded you of your own mother, actually.
Finally, she stood back up, contract in hand. Placing it proudly on the desk in front of you, you hopped down from Morgan’s hand and read it carefully. Everything seemed to be in order, so with some help from Morgan, it only took you a minute to sign your name. You were now an official member of the ‘Workout World’ team. That was easy!
Smiling down at you in a friendly manner, Morgan gave you a thumbs up, then returned her attention to her boss. “So, Miss Mayfield, what’s on my agenda today?”
Heather waved dismissively at Morgan. “Morgan, honey, ah told ya to call me Heather. But, anywho, yer main job today is to teach that yoga class. ‘Sides that, just help out ‘til yer shift ends.”
“And what should I do Miss…er…Heather?” You spoke up, striking a confident pose.
Heather laughed uproariously at your show of bravado, infectiously guffawing for a solid thirty seconds before calming down. “You, lil’ mister, have a special task fer yer first day. Ready fer it?”
You nodded enthusiastically, and Heather cleared her throat before continuing.
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