This choice: Liz didn't forget you, she's just being playful • Go Back...Chapter #34Liz makes a bet with you by: Cranko   Liz looked down at her vast cleavage and exclaimed with fairly unconvincing surprise, "Ohmygosh! Don't tell me I, like, left you STUCK in my shirt, Mr. Trainer!" As she gasped, Liz stuck her chest out melodramatically, pulling her top even more tightly against her wobbling tits. You grimaced as each of Liz's breasts sandwiched together against your cock, and squashed the rest of your body flat against her shirt. Liz, watching your body squishing into her chest via the mirror, continued her charade of acting oblivious, "How did THAT happen!?"
You tried to shout up, "YOU LEFT ME HERE YOU IDIOT, NOW PULL ME OUT!"
You heard Liz giggling, which sent more tremors through her humungous breasts, as she scolded you, "Now now, little guy, let's not point fingers! If you had gotten stuck, you should have, like, said something sooner!" Liz was watching in the mirror as the little man-shaped lump underneath her skin-tight tubetop jiggled along with her breasts, and was flattened against the fabric every time her heaving breasts wobbled to either side. She found watching you being squished by her breasts endlessly entertaining, so she started very lightly rolling her breasts back and forth as she spoke, in order to put you through as much humiliation as possible. "Well, Mr. Trainer, I already got my shirt on, so I'm not sure if I can pull you out now..." Liz giggled as she felt you buzzing furiously in response, and squeezed her breasts together to silence you. Your angry squirming only tickled her delightfully, and Liz decided to try and see how mad she could get you, hoping that you'd respond with more amusing wiggling. Liz purposefully jiggled her chest back and forth as she said, "Plus, like, if this tube top was too tight, why didn't you tell me earlier? You know, you REALLY should have, like, some kind of gym dress code to avoid situations like this!" Liz giggled at her own snide comments, as she felt you trying to argue with her, and gave her enormous breasts a few more shakes, jiggling you mercilessly against her smooth flesh.
Liz grinned smugly as she felt her breasts squishing together over your hard penis, and knew she was annoying you immensely. Liz bounced up and down a couple times, watching as the man shaped bulge against her shirt was crushed against the unyielding shirt fabric by her breasts, and responded to your angry buzzing, "What's the big deal, Mr. Trainer? You seem so FRUSTRATED... but I thought you said you weren't, like, bothered by all this?" Liz grinned as she felt your cock becoming rock hard between her breasts, while you were still unable to retort to her teasing. "And yet I can still feel your cock, and I think it's harder than ever, heeheehee!" The giant redhead did a little victory dance in the mirror, sending her breasts crashing down against you a few times as she proudly displayed her effortless dominance.
Liz stopped bouncing, and spoke as she let her gigantic tits wobble to a stop, "Oh well! I guess since you seem to be stuck for good, I'll have to do some exercises on my own." Liz threw on a pair of super tight short-shorts, relentlessly jiggling you around as she did so, before throwing the rest of her things into the locker and heading for the door. As she walked, you were pulverized by each of her breasts as they bounced up and down from each footstep she took, but had no way of stopping her. You grimaced as your cock and balls were pummeled and massaged by Liz's heaving tits, as you tried not to let Liz have the satisfaction of making you cum a second time. Just before she reached the door, Liz said down to you, "I'll make you a deal, Mr. Trainer... I'm going to go warmup on the treadmills. If you can last my whooooole warmup routine without cumming, you win, and I'll let you put me through an exercise of your choice. If I win, though, then I get to use YOU in an exercise of MY choice... deal?"
You shouted up, "HELL NO, LIZ!" but Liz only heard a muffled noise coming from deep within her cleavage, and giggled. "Good! Then we have a deal." before she strutted out of the changing rooms, putting as much bounce in her step as she possibly could.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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