Heather beamed. “Ah reckon’ givin’ ya some experience is a good idea. So, with that in mind, ya think yer capable of some one-on-one coachin’?”
You frowned. “One-on-one coaching? What do you mean?”
The mature woman smiled. “Nothin’ too taxin’, mind. Just a bit of helpin’ out. For example…” Heather pointed behind you, and you followed her finger to see a young woman looking around aimlessly. “That darlin’ jus’ signed up for membership. Said she ain’t nevuh been to a gym ‘fore today!”
You nodded, understanding. “Oh, okay. So, basically, you’d like me to help her with her workout? Lead her through some stretches, explain how the machines work, that sort of thing?”
Heather grinned. “Absolutely, Hunter dear. Ya catch on quick!”
Morgan spoke up. “Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it, Hunter. See you when our shifts are over, and have fun!” She waved, and you waved back, and then Morgan was off towards one of the gym’s side rooms, disappearing from sight as she slipped through the door. She figured you could manage on your own. You were a competent, tiny adult, after all.
Heather lowered you to the floor of the gym. “Alright, Hunter, time’s a wastin’! Get helpin’ that poor lass over there. Ah have full faith in ya!”
“I won’t let you down!” You saluted your new boss, then ran off. It wasn’t necessarily an easy trek, but you made it in under three minutes. The girl was soon firmly in your sights, and you thanked your lucky stars she hadn’t wandered off from where Heather had pointed her out to you.
You also noted how incredibly attractive the girl was, so much so that you nearly froze in your tracks and stared, wide-eyed. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, and at first guess, was of some sort of Hispanic descent. Her long, dark brown hair was tied back in a somewhat messy but still cute bunch. The girl’s eyes were a deep and alluring brown, and they flicked around the gym anxiously. The girl’s full lips were locked in an adorable, and probably unintentionally, sensual pout.
Her exotically tanned skin looked soft and smooth, and she was showing a whole lot of it. All she was wearing was a low-cut, purple exercise crop top and matching purple short shorts. The outfit would be fine on any girl but this one. She reminded you of Quinn, particularly in the proportion department. Her curves were significant, to say the least, and though she wasn’t wholly on Quinn’s level, she was eye-catchingly curvy, to be sure. As such, her already form-fitting clothing was even tighter, and you found it difficult to not stare. Most of her stomach and abdomen was exposed, as were her long legs from the upper-thigh down.
“Hey! Excuse me, miss! Down here!” You shouted. The girl gasped lightly, glanced around, and then down to the floor, making eye contact with you.
“Uh…oh. Oh! Hey there.” The girl said. Catching you off guard, she squatted low to the ground, ostensibly to get a better look at you. Still, it scared you to see her powerful legs fall down, her huge ass looking like it was about to squash you flat. The girl essentially presented her crotch to you by squatting in such a manner, and it was now twice as hard to keep looking her in the eye. You could definitely see the outline of her panties under her ludicrously tight shorts.
You awkwardly cleared your throat. “M-my name is Hunter…and I’m a new fitness coach here at Workout World. You looked like you needed some help. Would you like any coaching?”
The girl quirked her mouth, raising a coy eyebrow. “Help? Coaching me?”
“Yes!” You nodded. “I’ll help in any way I can. Trust me, I know a lot about working out.”
“Yeah? Damn!” The girl shook her head ruefully. “If I knew the gym had hot little tinies like you on staff, I’d have come here years ago.” She laughed, and you had to admit that her words caught you off guard, but she continued before you could speak up. “Sounds like an awesome deal to me. As it stands, this is my first time in a gym, so I’m a bit lost on what I should be doing.”
Disregarding her ‘hot little tinies’ comment for the moment, you flashed her a thumbs up. “Then I’m your guy! Hunter, at your service!”
The girl laughed again; her voice silky smooth. “The name’s Maia. For the next few hours, I’m totally in your hands, Coach!” The girl, Maia, smiled at you and winked, and there was an unabashed hint of playfulness behind her expression.
Still trying to push that aside, you pointed to the corner of the gym where there were exercise mats and other such simple equipment laid out. “A good place to start is probably over there. Nice and quick, to ease into it.”
“Gotcha, Coach!” Maia grinned, and she began leisurely strolling over to where you had pointed. You dashed as fast as your miniscule legs could carry you to even attempt to keep pace with her, and you missed the sly smile on her face as she watched you run.
Reaching the mats, you gestured for Maia to step on, and the Hispanic giantess happily obliged. Another quick pang of fear struck you, watching her step onto the mat, her giant feet on either side of you. Pushing down your mounting unease over this situation, you focused on the task at hand. After all, if you failed to help one girl with her exercises, you’d be fired from this job for sure. You had to do a good job, no matter what.
“Alright, Maia! Try bending down to touch your toes.” You called up to her.
“Is that all? Easy!” Maia replied, effortlessly. With ease, the curvy giantess threw her upper body forward and down, arching her back but still keeping her feet firmly on the ground. Demonstrating incredible flexibility, Maia bent all the over forward, easily touching her toes without breaking a sweat. You were impressed by your new student’s capabilities, and looked up to compliment her, but then all rational thought left your mind.
In bending over, Maia’s abundant breasts were also now free to wobble, suspended as they were in this arched forward position. Her already low-cut crop top looked even more ridiculous now, and Maia’s boobs threatened to spill out from the top. To make matters worse, the girl began listlessly swaying, shaking her tits side-to-side as she did so.
“Is this it, Coach? This is a piece of cake!” Maia said, triumphantly. Mentally smacking yourself out of your trance, you tore your gaze from the girl’s abyss of cleavage and to her alluring face. She had an almost knowing look of happiness.
You coughed. “Um…good. Great, actually! Onto the next stretch.”
You weren’t blind enough to notice Maia’s smugly satisfied smile, but she offered no further retort. You were able to successfully guide her through a few more standing stretches, like the tree pose and warrior pose. She almost crushed you under her foot while shuffling around for the warrior pose, and you didn’t think it was possible to turn every simple stretch into a flirty display, but Maia managed it somehow.
You were about to conclude with one more round of toe touching, when Maia spoke up. “You know what, Coach? It’s hard to hear you down there.” The girl grinned mischievously and bent down. Faster than you could react, she swiped you up into her hand, stood back to full height, and then deposited you into her cleavage. It was so sudden and casual that it was nearly comical. Nearly.
Angry or surprised thoughts swirled in your mind, but became muddled as soon as you actually touched Maia’s boobs. Sinking into her cleavage up to your neck, nearly all of your tiny body was buried in her soft, jiggly mounds of flesh. It was like the world’s softest bed, heavenly relaxing. Maia had exercised enough to heat up a bit, but not enough to sweat yet, so her cleavage was like a warm embrace.
Smiling in a flirty manner, Maia clapped her hands together. “Ah, see? Better! Now, what’s next, Teach?”
You fought hard to push away pleasant thoughts. The Hispanic giantesses’ fragrant body wash scent was overpowering while this close to her. “M-Maia! This is hardly appropriate!”
“Why not? It’s practical. You can give me instructions, and you have a close eye on my technique.” Maia shrugged, appearing nonchalant, but it didn’t take a genius to see the playfulness in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. “Unless…you wanted this to be something more than that?”
You ignored her teasing, and realized that you sadly couldn’t argue with her logic. Sighing, you rolled your eyes. “…okay, fine. Next up is one last toe touch before sitting down for some other stretches.”
“Okay, Coach! Can do!” Maia grinned, and spared no more seconds wasting time. Throwing herself forward again, the flexible girl fell into the perfect toe touching pose, nailing the stretch with ease. Sadly, an unexpected hiccup occurred this time.
The same breasts you’d been shamefully admiring during this stretch earlier once more strained against the top that held them. Hung upside-down from between Maia’s massive boobs, gravity took hold of your body. That, combined with the gentle jostling of the girl’s titanic tits, and you slipped free from their grasp. With a startled cry, you fell down to the floor, impacting on her yoga mat.
The fall slightly squished you, but not too bad. Sadly, before you could begin reforming, Maia finished toe touching and stood to her full height.
“Alright, what’s next?” She asked. “Oh! That’s right. Sitting!” The giantess grinned excitedly, then began to sit down on her mat…and right on top of you!
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