You could only look on in horror and awe as two massive orange globes were now looming over you, gradually getting closer to imminent impact like two Majora’s Moons. The cheeks were full and round but firm and toned, honed to muscular perfection. Even at your current size you would recognize this posterior anywhere, one that could even put Wii Fit Trainer’s to shame.
The ass above you belonged to none other than Samus Aran, the famous intergalactic bounty hunter!
Being this close to the girl who had been something of a sexual awakening for you as a kid was practically a dream come true. You were so awash with reverence and excitement you forgot your current situation until it was too late.
“Huh? Wait! Wait Samus, don-” Your words vanished under Samus’s rump along with your body as she made herself comfortable on top of the bike machine. The gorgeous blonde shifted around a bit to get comfortable on the bicycle seat before gripping the handles. She was dressed in an orange crop top and matching boyshorts that left almost nothing to the imagination considering how little they covered and how tightly they clung to her voluptuous form.
“Alright. Time to get to work.” Samus affirmed as her feet began peddling in a slow, steady rhythm. The rhythm steadily grew faster and faster until Samus was biking at a good clip, her feet a blur of motion as she worked up a sweat.
Samus was never one to shy away from exercise. True, it wasn’t really necessary when she had a state of the art suit of power armor to do the work for her, but Samus still liked to be in top physical condition. Plus, working out made for a good way to pass the time flying through the infinite reaches of space all by herself.
Even after receiving her invitation to Smash and joining its ranks, working out every chance she got was still a pretty deeply ingrained routine for Samus. She would never admit it, but she liked to set a good example for the rookies, the girls who had joined Smash after her. Some of them had expressed jealousy over Samus’s trim figure, and Samus couldn’t blame them. Palutena used to tease her that maybe Samus should be the one leading the exercise classes instead of Wii Fit, considering how good of a shape she was in.
But Samus didn’t think that was very fair. Considering the abilities her Chozo DNA gave her, the bounty hunter figured she had something of an unfair advantage when it came to that category. So, in an effort to not make the other girls feel too self-conscious, Samus started having these one on one workout sessions with Wii Fit Trainer, just the two of them.
Or at least, so she thought.
Meanwhile you had no idea about any of the thoughts going on inside Samus’s head. You were far too preoccupied with her rear end, considering how it was currently flattening you. The experience was painful, but also a little exciting. I mean, you had your face right up against the ass of the one and only Samus Aran. This was something many men could only dream of!
That being said, your current position was more than a little uncomfortable. You certainly wouldn’t mind a little more breathing room crammed under Samus’s buttcheeks as you were. You were plastered right up against the seat of her shorts, the orange fabric so thin it might as well have not existed at all.
Your meaty booty prison was constantly shifting with each cycle of Samus’s legs, each individual buttcheek rising off the seat and then crashing back down on top of you. It felt like Samus’s ass was gently chewing you up as the pressure rose and then fell and then rose again, over and over and over. Samus’s firm buns of steel had very little give to offer you, the muscular glutes showing your shrunken form no mercy.
Things only got worse as Samus started to work up a sweat. The warm, stuffy area between the giantess’s cheeks grew damp from exertion. You cringed as a drop of saline liquid rolled down the length of Samus’s left buttcheek and then splashed down right on your face. You silently hoped the added sweat would make your posterior prison more slick and thus easier to escape, but unfortunately the opposite seemed to be true.
As sweat began to accumulate around you, both yours and Samus’s, you found the bounty hunter’s shorts becoming stickier, attaching to your body like flypaper. They were riding up higher now on Samus’s derriere, and that combined with the added adhesion pulled you deeper into her cavernous crack.
This was becoming just way too much. Your vision was nothing but orange bootyflesh. All you could hear was the rippling of said buttflesh. Every stifled breath you took was full of the scent of Samus’s exertion. You refused to open your mouth lest you would end up tasting it too. In all the times you had fantasized about Samus Aran’s booty, you’d never imagined experiencing it like this! You did your best to try and escape the sweaty, sticky hell, wriggling around as much as you could in the confined area.
Sadly it seemed Samus was far too engrossed in her exercise routine to take notice of your presence. Her legs maintained a steady rhythm of pedaling even as fatigue was starting to catch up with her. Samus drew an arm across her brow to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She reacted to that, but not you. On the scale of the giantess bounty hunter, you were less noticeable than a single drop of her sweat. Samus could sit here on this exercise bike all day, and she would never notice a pathetic little thing like you.
The thought made you lightheaded, or maybe that was just the heat.
Thankfully, it seemed fate had decided to spare you that fate today as a familiar calm and controlled voice managed to reach your ears.
“Yes, the appointment is now scheduled. I look forward to seeing you then, Miss Bayonetta. No thank you. No, and that’s final. Goodbye.” Wii Fit Trainer hung up the phone and sauntered back into the gym with carefully controlled steps. “Ah, Samus. Good to see you. And I see you’ve already started.”
“Sorry about that.” Samus apologized, her voice a similarly unflappable tone. “I was all alone when I got to the gym so I thought I would just dive right into it.”
“All alone? That’s right, I forgot to inform you. We’ll be having an extra guest in our training session today.”
“Extra guest?” Samus glanced around, still not breaking her bicycle stride. “Are they running late or something?”
“Oh no.” Wii Fit Trainer chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s been here since this morning. I’m actually surprised you didn’t notice him before. He’s right…there…” Trainer gestured to one of the exercise bike machines, only to realize the seat was completely empty. She scanned the whole line of the machines but found not a trace of her favorite little man. That could only mean…
“Samus, stand up!”
“Huh?” Samus was understandably confused.
“Stop pedaling for a moment and stand up for me please!”
“O-okay.” Samus was surprised by the firmness in Wii Fit Trainer’s voice. Her pedaling legs slowed to a stop and she swung them off of the seat, standing next to the machine as she waited to see what all the fuss was about. Wii Fit trainer examined the seat where she had left you, only to find nothing but a scant outline of sweat. Oh dear.
“Samus, hold still for a moment.” Trainer scooted around behind Samus with startling quickness, examining the bounty hunter’s bottom. Her suspicions were quickly proven correct as she saw a tiny arm poking out from between Samus’s cheeks. Your Trainer wasted no time reaching down to free you, picking Samus’s light wedgie.
“Trainer, just what do you think you’re doi-AHH!” The normally stoic bounty hunter let out a very uncharacteristic squawk of alarm as she felt her gym instructor feeling up her ass, taking a big handful of her booty as two of her fingers dived deep between her cheeks. As soon as she got over the shock Samus whirled on Wii Fit Trainer with indignation flashing in her eyes and a rare blush of shame burning on her cheeks. “What on Zebes was that?! Trainer, you had better start explaining yourself!”
“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Wii Fit Trainer asked you, temporarily ignoring Samus’s temper. You were lying flat in the pale woman’s palm, your thoroughly soaked body struggling to muster the energy to move.
“Barely…” You mumbled. Samus momentarily forgot her shock at the sight of such a tiny man. Where had he come from? Wait, was that why Trainer had grabbed Samus’s hindquarters before? Because this little man had been trapped in her…
“What were you doing back there?!” Samus demanded from you, her voice shrill.
“I left him on one of the seats when I went to answer the phone.” Trainer explained matter-of-factly. “And then apparently one of my clients came in and started exercising without telling me first, OR at least looking where she was sitting.”
Samus had the dignity to look abashed as she realized this whole embarrassing debacle had been of her own making, running a mortified hand through her blonde hair.
“O-oh. Um, I’m sorry (Y/N). I…I guess I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t expecting my workout partner to be so small!”
By now you had finally managed to muster the energy to sit up in Trainer’s palm, and you shot the bounty hunter a disarming smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it. It was an honest mistake! I certainly wouldn’t have been expecting me either!” Samus smiled warmly at your forgiveness. Heaven knows why you were trying to placate the feelings of a woman who had just spent the last ten minutes crushing you under her ass. You might have emerged physically unscathed, but you were pretty sure you were now going to have nightmares about big blonde butts for weeks to come. In the end, you guessed you just couldn’t bear to see a pretty girl sad.
“So, now that you two have made up, are you ready to start practicing together?” Wii Fit Trainer asked.
“Yes Trainer!” You and Samus both chorused.
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