It
was half past four, and Morgan had never been known for her patience. She was
sat by the squat rack, glancing from her phone to the half-empty gym as she
waited for a text, a few of the regulars meandered between machines, scratchy
pop music interrupted briefly by the occasional clang of metal, a sharp mix of
rubber and worked-in sweat in the air. In her waiting, she’d even had time to
do her own workout, but now she couldn’t wait a minute more.
Her
phone buzzed.
sry
lol couldnt find a park
be
there soon xx
Surprisingly
Thalia wasn’t texting to cancel their session. Morgan rolled her eyes; she was
always sending her kisses after breaking promises. She’d taken Thalia on as a
client a few months ago, and from their very first meeting she knew she was
trouble. It wasn’t the fact she pulled up in daddy’s flashy BMW, Doja Cat
blasting from inside. Or the way she strutted in with an iced latte in hand,
her big, stupid tits bouncing in unison, waving the receptionist away as if he
didn’t exist.
It
was the way Thalia looked up at her. Batting those big blue eyes as she pushed
her chest out, asking which exercise would make her ass fatter. She’d go as far
to run her hands along Morgan’s bicep as she demonstrated for her, gasping as
she squeezed the bulky, tensed muscle. Sometimes she’d bend over suddenly so
Morgan would run into her butt, then giggle and tell her she was blushing. It
was all just a little too much.
Sure,
it made her blush, but not in the way one might think. Because not only did
Morgan find Thalia insufferable, her thoughts were most often occupied by a
gorgeous redhead named Prue. Prue. Her lover, her muse. Eloquent and
intelligent, she knew her way around wit. And the fact Thalia thought she could
ever replace her, well, it made her cheeks go red with rage.
On
that note, Thalia walked through the sliding doors to the gym. Premium blonde
and fake tan, with aviator glasses too big for her head and her lips smacking
on some gum.
“Hiiii
babes,” her shrill voice pierced Morgan’s ears.
She
stood up to meet her, the drastic difference in their height now on show. Towering
above most at a staggering 6’5 and a hard-earned frame of muscle to back it up,
Morgan was a powerful presence. Thalia’s bubbly self didn’t even reach her
chest.
“You’re
early,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Nooo,
don’t be mad at meee.”
Morgan
couldn’t help but frown in disgust. Recently, she’d been finding Thalia more
and more repulsive, especially when she took on this whiny tone. She was like
one of those yappy white dogs, or better yet a rodent of some kind, always squeaking
and scurrying around her, getting in the way. No, she was more like a pest, a fly
buzzing in her ear, a mosquito to be slapped on her leg. But even that seemed
to give Thalia too much credit. She should be treated like a flea, something so
small it couldn’t bother her if it tried.
It
was then Morgan noticed Thalia had disappeared.
Not
gone but shrunken, to a fraction of a centimetre in height, cowering between the
toes of two enormous Nike Blazers, their monumental weight sunk into the rubber
mat. A wave of nausea as she craned her neck, legs like great trees loomed
above, their thick expanse wrapped in navy Lycra, the swell of them obscured
her vision any further.
One
of the mighty blazers rose into the air, a slight adjustment on this god-like
being’s behalf, but to the miniscule Thalia, it landed with a lazy rumble that
threw her to her knees.
It
took Morgan a second to process what happened, connecting the dots that led to
Thalia being a little speck on the blue gym mat. She shifted her toe closer,
not as close as to squash it but enough so that it might spur some movement.
That was enough to convince her, a smile crept on her face as it slowly scurried
away. She looked around the gym, the others were too preoccupied to pay her any
mind.
Morgan
lowered to a squat, her toned ass resting on her heels. She licked her finger
and pressed it into the ground, then upturned her catch before an all-seeing
eye. On the pad of her finger a little ant writhed around, glued by her spit.
“Oh
Thalia. This does not look good for you.” Her voice grumbled with
authoritative force.
How
easy it’d be to just blow her away, exiled to the vast gym floor below at the mercy
of the giants who roamed, each footfall a chance with fate.
Morgan
had better ideas. Another quick glance around the gym to make sure no one was
looking as her next act felt rather depraved. She pulled her leggings back to
reveal the sweaty canyon of her ass and swiped her finger inside the slick
crack. Once her finger was rid of its littlest passenger, she stood up, tensing
her butt to see if she could feel anything. She couldn’t. With a wry smile she
sent a text to Prue then gathered her gym bag and walked outside.
***
Prue
pounced on Morgan as soon as she opened the front door, planting kisses up her
bicep until she couldn’t reach any higher, the salty tang fresh on her lips.
They smiled at each other. Morgan hoisted her up with one arm and Prue
continued to kiss and worship her toned shoulders up to her neck. Goosebumps
sprouted along Morgan’s arm as Prue’s delicate breath glanced over the
sensitive spot behind her ear.
To
the bedroom they went. Prue was thrown to the mattress as Morgan crawled
overhead, the heat of her body in such close proximity made her face go pink.
Often, she felt overwhelmed by the presence of Morgan, it was that primal fear
of one much larger than yourself, and when mixed with the adoration of her bodybuilder
partner, it turned into devotion.
Prue
caught her eye. “So, what’s this surprise then?”
“Wanna
see?”
“Go
on.”
Morgan
just smirked and reached an arm behind. Digging her hand into her leggings, she
fished around. Her face screwed in concentration until it snapped to glee.
“You
remember that loser client I have? The rich girl?”
“Daddy’s
little princess?”
“Lo
and behold.”
Morgan
brought her finger between her face and Prue’s. It took Prue a moment to
realise what she was looking at, but when she did her eyes lit up. This little
thing had been carried here from the gym stuck in Morgan’s sizeable ass,
probably smothered beneath her on the drive home, suffocating on the thick
atmosphere in that tomb.
“You’re
so bad,” Prue said, biting her lip. She remembered stories about this gnat, how
she’d tried to come onto Morgan at every chance she got. The two of them laughed
about her, and now here she was, reduced to a size more fitting, plastered like
an insect to the fingertip of her personal trainer, trembling under the gaze of
two titanic beauties.
“She’s
worse,” Morgan said and put her finger in her mouth. She felt around for Thalia’s
body, her tongue glossed over a slight bump and it struggled under the pressure,
little limbs flailing against the massive wet muscle. With a pop, Morgan
removed her finger and Prue was shaking her head unable to rid her wide smirk.
They
engaged in a passionate kiss, pushing their tongues against each other. Thalia
was totally at their whim as her body was compressed this way and that, roughly
dragged and smeared across these enormous serpentine beasts, they’d pinpoint
her position and flick her on purpose. The smaller of the two lapped her up and
she found herself in Prue’s mouth.
Morgan
pulled away; she was shimmying out of her tights. She kicked them off and
shuffled forward until Prue’s face was straddled between her thighs. Like a dog
she waited, her tongue lolling out in anticipation. From atop it, Thalia lay
wild-eyed and dazzled as the heavens were replaced by the sight of Morgan’s steaming
pussy, it dripped with nectar-like arousal.
It
wasn’t long before Thalia was no more. She popped like caviar on Prue’s tongue
as she lapped at her lover’s clit.