Today was finally the day you were going to get in shape. It’s not that you were particularly out of shape, but you always dreamed of that strong athletic body that could be yours. And just to make sure you were going through with it, you hired a personal trainer for yourself. Max, the woman you heard about from a friend, had reassured you over a phone call that she’d do everything in her power to make sure you got in shape and wouldn’t tolerate any sort of slacking off. At first this worried you for a moment, but you knew it was a necessary step if you didn’t wish to let yourself wander from your goal.

Before long you were finally at the gym she asked to meet you at. Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and gray shorts, you were ready for whatever this trainer had in store. It didn’t take too long to spot her waiting for you near the entrance. Her short, pixie cut, black hair would contrast her white polo shirt as she turned to face you, hearing the door open behind her. She had been leaning against the wall, one of her sneaker covered feet leaning against the wall as she held a water bottle with her gym wristband covered hands. Her tan skin only made her strong athletic body even more attractive, and the fact that her ass and thighs were big enough to make her baggy pants not seem so baggy was a great bonus as well.

Max would give you a light wave as she slowly approached, her hips swaying a bit with her motions as she got directly in front of you, a chipper smile on her face. “Hey there, you must be my client, right?” She asks as her head looks down at you, she was more than a little intimidating in person with her incredibly tall 6’8” frame and strong body, it was like talking to a Greek Goddess in comparison to your much less impressive form. You could also smell a bit of sweat coming from her body that seems to have dried, she was likely working out before you even got here.

“Well, don’t you worry about a thing! I’ll have you in shape in no time! I just need your guarantee that you’ll let me encourage you in every way I can?” Max seemed to ask, her eyebrow raising as she seemed to already be testing your resolve. She did already mention before that she’d not pull back any punches and that she guarantees complete success. You knew you needed her to do her best, so you nodded in approval, putting your trust in her.

The smile on her face widened as she nods back, immediately lifting her hand up and offering you the bottle of water. “Great! Take a sip, hydration is important and you might not even realize how thirsty you are till you drink a bit.” She explained, shaking it a bit to encourage you to grab it. You soon do so, lifting the bottle to your mouth and taking a sip. She was right, you were a bit thirsty as you gulped down a few more sips, before letting out a refreshed sigh. She seemed to swiftly grab the bottle from you, and just as she did you’d feel a sudden pulsing pain in your head.

You instinctively went to hold your head as it continued to hurt, looking over at Max just to realize she appeared even taller than before. In fact, every passing moment this already amazonian woman started to get bigger and bigger. A noticeable smile was on her face as she spoke, her voice seeming a bit louder than before: “Sorry about this. Sometimes I have people quit on me and just walk out so I found this part necessary in the process. Well, that and it does help with giving a good amount of new physical activities for you to do.” She chuckled to herself a bit at that as you continued to dwindle down in size. Panic overtook you as you soon lost your footing, landing on your back and staring at her ever growing form. Within a few moments, you finally stopped, the head pain leaving you as you stared up at the leviathan of a woman. You were maybe half an inch tall as her already impressive form was now utterly divine from your perspective. Her beautiful caramel colored legs looked like they stretched into the heavens themselves as you gazed up higher to see her looming form. She was leaning forward a bit, smiling down at you with the same chipper expression from when you first saw her.

“Geez, I forgot how cute you look when you’re so unbelievably small like that.” She thought out loud as she suddenly began to crouch down. It was like watching the sky fall as her enormous body began to get closer. You couldn’t help but squeak a bit in fear as her massive form descended, getting closer to you as she got a better look. Her chest loomed above you now, the large mounds blocking out the sky as they stood firmly in place thanks to Max’s sports bra. Beyond that you’d see her face, still cheerfully smiling as she asked: “Are you ready for your training to begin?”

You didn’t even really answer, too shocked and filled with awe as you stared at her. She didn’t really wait for your answer either as her hand suddenly descended, grabbing your tiny body between two of her fingers as she swiftly rose back up. The sheer speed at which she stood up made you a bit dizzy, your hands weakly holding against her fingers out of fear that you might somehow fall down from her grasp. You’d watch nervously as she began to move, trying to keep her hand steady so as to not shake you up too much as she soon was standing on top of a workout mattress.

“Alright, little guy! Here’s the first thing we’re gonna do. Just a couple of squats, easy, right?” She asked with a cheerful smile, one which seemed to calm you down as you nodded back to her. It was just some squats, you already knew how to do those, so it shouldn’t be a problem. However, as you watched Max move her hand towards her back, with her other hand suddenly grabbing her baggy pants, your eyes would widen in surprise. Her massive, plump behind would be revealed to you as she giggled a bit to herself and added: “Well, I’m gonna be the one doing squats! You’re gonna be practicing down there with my ass. Just try your best to keep up!”

And with that you felt her powerful grasp let go as her fingers parted from one another. Your tiny body was in freefall, descending down towards the enormous tomboy ass, tumbling against her shorts and panties. She let go of her waistband, letting her pants smack against you and press your tiny form right against her right ass cheek. You were so small that not even an outline could be seen from outside as you were completely squished between the powerful fabric and the soft, warm ass flesh of your unorthodox trainer.

Almost immediately you could feel the air around you get warmer as her skin’s warmth radiated against you, the strong musky smell of sweat now once again trapped inside her pants as it reaches your nostrils. It was hard to breathe, but manageable as you tried to move around, just barely managing to inch around from the tight confines you found yourself in. This was a crazy way to train, and you just had to get out of here before she did something crazier.

However, your chance to do that was spent the moment you drank that water bottle. Within seconds Alex would start to do her first squat, everything around you moving at a devastating speed as your whole world shook. The motion of her squat would cause her pants to tightly squeeze against your minute form, pressing you against her ass cheek without any mercy. The strong pressure kept you firmly in place while she did her squat, only to rise back up again and give you a dizzy feeling of vertigo in the process. Once again you were unsqueezed, taking the opportunity to gasp for some air. This was short-lived, just enough to get one good gasp of air before a second squat came, the titanic tomboy squeezing the air out of your lungs with her ass once again.

She continued her squats for a while, each time you felt relief as she got up, only to feel your body getting utterly squeezed as she descended. The pressure was enough to make you squeal whenever she moved. What’s worse, it was definitely getting hotter, and muskier. You could feel yourself sweating, but what’s worse, she was too. A few squats in you suddenly felt a massive splash against your face as a droplet of sweat descended and smacked right against your body, covering it in the salty sweat of this massive girl. You tried to shake it off from your face, using your hands when you could to get it out of your eyes and be able to properly see.

It was no use though, as more time passed more horribly tight squats were made and you noticed she started sweating even more. In truth, this amount of sweat was probably barely noticeable as anything more than just a bit of wetness she would only feel if she shoved her hand in here. But to you it was a miasmic atmosphere that spread all around you. The sheer amount of sweat that was covering your body was now enough to make you become permanently glued to this woman’s behind, unable to really even move as the sweat both weighed you down and made you stick against her warm and soft skin.

Every squat was starting to feel like having your face shoved against a big, warm, wet mattress as she started to slow down. Luckily for you, it didn’t last much longer as she soon stood up, letting out a huff as she finished her squats. For a moment there was complete silence, until you felt everything rumble as Max smacked her ass cheek roughly, causing everything to suddenly shake from the force as the massive butt jiggled around in the process. The terrifying experience shook you around, making you desperately cling to the ass flesh you were previously stuck to. The catastrophic shaking makes you think how easily she could have done that to the other cheek and turned you into a stain without any real effort on her part.

As her ass jiggling slowed down, she’d use her hand to slowly move back her pants, peeling back the fabric from the wet interior as you finally saw the light of day. The strong scent of sweat was being replaced with just the tiniest bit of fresh air as your tiny form remained perfectly stuck to her butt despite nothing pinning you down against it anymore. Sitting there, you’d hear a light chuckle, followed by the all too familiar voice of the massive tomboy: “Did you enjoy the warm-up? Hope you’re not too tired just yet cause we’re only getting started, dear!”

Her playful nature seemed to show once again, a stark contrast from the terrifying feelings of dread her body gave to someone so small. You watched as her hand descended down again, grabbing you between her two fingers and easily peeling you off from the sweat that held you in place. You couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the massive ass you were trapped against, breathing heavily, both from the lack of air you had till now and because you were trying to relax yourself after the terrifying experience of being trapped in there.

You found yourself staring at her massive smiling face, her expression almost terrifying you as you realize this training session has barely even begun. She seems to be pondering for a few moments, before then simply asking: “You ready for some cardio?” The question rang for a moment, before she suddenly began to lower you down, clearly not waiting for an answer. Your body was once again dizzy from the sudden movement as you were gently dropped onto the soft mattress floor beneath you. Before long you were looking right up at her, the towering figure just being even more pronounced from this perspective. She herself appears to be removing her shoes, placing them to the side of the mattress as her socked feet soon place themselves directly in front of you, the loud sound of their step echoing in your ears.

“Okay, so here’s how this exercise will work! I want you to run as fast as you can, and if you don’t run fast enough, my feet will catch up to you! Think of it as encouragement if you don’t wanna end up trapped under my nasty, sweaty socks.” She explained, smirking to herself a bit. It didn’t take longer than a whiff at the air around you to get a good sniff at just how nasty her socks were, the smell making you gag for a soft moment as the concentration of workout sweat was beyond any reasonable safety levels for someone your size. Immediately you started to get a very good reason not to get caught under them, not to mention the potential that they could crush you in an instant if she wasn’t careful.

“Are you ready? I’ll give you five seconds! One, two…” She already started to count, playfully showing her hand from above and raising her fingers as she did. Already shock hit you as you started to wave your hands around, protesting this idea as being a bit too extreme. However, as you were protesting, your only response would be her continued insistence: “Three, four~” Panic started to overwhelm you as you realized she was not planning on stopping her newest game. Immediately you began to turn and start running as fast as you could, your heart beating fast as you tried to outrun not just her socked feet, but the very smell that emanated from them.

“Five! Ready or not, here I come~” She exclaimed, her feet suddenly raising up into the air. You’d watch in awe as her massive sole suddenly went across the sky, going over you as it cast a massive shadow. In that single step she just easily moved triple the distance you managed to run in the brief time you were trying to escape her. Seeming merciful, or at least keen to not end the game so soon, her foot went over you, suddenly landing directly in front of your tiny self and blocking your path. You barely stopped yourself from smacking directly against the sweaty, filthy wall of fabric as the shockwaves its landing produced almost knocked you onto your knees.

The sudden appearance of her foot in front of you just shoved the drastic difference in speed between the two of you when you’re so tiny. Granted, she could probably run circles around you regardless. You had little time to contemplate as you soon turned away from the gigantic blockade and began to run the other direction. This seemed to produce an entertained giggle as her voice boomed from above: “Come on, you can run faster than that, lil guy!” Her chipper tone would lighten the mood, were it not for her massive sole that was once again looming above you. You could smell the strong stench of sweat from above as you saw a massive droplet of the stuff land on the ground nearby, the sweat droplet easily a third your size.

This time, however, the foot wasn’t moving past you, but instead it was preparing to stomp down directly on top of you. The massive sole started to descend at a devastating speed, falling so swiftly that you could hear the wind rushing around it as it quickly approached your position. With a thundering stomp, the foot would roughly land against the ground, shaking the very fabric of your existence as you just narrowly dodged it. The shockwave of the sudden stomp would send your miniscule body flying back a good bit, landing on the soft mattress nearby. This didn’t seem to concern Max too much as she continued the game, her foot already rising back up to stomp on your tiny form.

You tried your best to get up and escape, but by the time you even got on your two feet you already felt the looming presence of Max’s socked foot above you. The strong stench invaded your lungs as you looked up to see the disgusting sock descend down. You couldn’t escape this time and you soon found yourself smacked against the ground and trapped between the soft pillow-like mattress and the wet fabric of the sock, pinned down completely. The strong smell of her sweat was already pushing into your lungs as the wet feeling of the sock pressed against your back. You tried weakly to get it off you, but it was no use and you couldn’t move it for an inch. As you kept struggling in vain, you’d hear Max’s muffled voice from above: “Wow, only three steps? You really need to work on your cardio!”

Her cheery attitude didn’t seem to fade even as you found yourself utterly squished beneath her sock. The constant sweaty pressure pinning you down as you eventually just stopped trying to struggle. A few moments after you felt movement from above, your body sticking against the sweaty fabric as Max was removing her shoes. Her socks soon slid off, and as she held them she’d see your tiny form sticking to the side of the sock, a sight which made her giggle a bit as she then started to shake the two bits of fabric. The constant shaking would finally set you free, making you drop down onto the gym mattress below.

As you finally recovered, you’d look up to see her massive bare sole looming above you as she took off her sock. The sole would soon descend down, landing a bit away from you and causing the ground around you to slope downwards a bit. Her other foot would follow suit, and before long you were staring at the two large bare feet of the gigantic tomboy. The socks themselves would be dropped to the side as she started to lower herself down, sitting on the gym mattress as she lifted her feet upwards, her toes towering in the sky as her soles, glistening with sweat, were presented to you.

“So, since your cardio isn’t too good, let’s see how good you are at climbing!” She explained, smiling a bit as she leaned forward a bit to get a better look at you. From your perspective, you could just barely see her head poking out in the skyline from between and a bit above her toes. Her toes wiggled playfully as she continued to speak: “Come on, climb my feet! That’s your next task!” She elaborated as she stared down, waiting for you to start. At first the entire idea seemed ridiculous, but you realized that if you didn’t comply she’d likely have some even worse idea for a different exercise.

You slowly began to approach, your legs trembling at the intimidating sight of her soles standing so tall above you. Each of them was easily as tall as a building in comparison. It didn’t help that as you got closer, the strong stench of sweat got stronger, making you have to stop for a moment just to resist the gag reflex from the sudden smell hitting your nostrils. Your hands soon reached her left heel as you placed your hands on it, feeling not just the warmth of her foot, but also the sticky layer of sweat that coated it, making you shudder in response. With a deep breath, you’d try to get a firm grasp on her sole, but the surface was rather slippery. You weren’t sure if she was oblivious to how difficult this would be or if it was by design.

Either way, you knew you had to at least try as you somehow managed to get a relatively sturdy grip and hoist yourself upwards, shoving yourself against the sticky substance as it soon coated the front of your body. The sticky feeling made you cringe in disgust, but you couldn’t lie that it was much easier to climb now that you were firmly stuck against the stuff, her sweat managing to make you stick against the sole without much effort. It did also, however, slow down your movements, making it difficult to climb up at any faster pace as your hands slowly extended and pulled your body upwards. It was more akin to crawling upwards than climbing, but the steady progress slowly managed to get you across the long length of the tomboy’s sole.

You could hear an amused giggle in the distance, but you were unsure if it was cause of your tiny efforts being funny to her or if your movements were tickling her. All you knew is that you felt lucky there wasn’t a time limit because it would take you a solid minute and a half to climb the length of a single girl’s sole. Eventually you made it, letting out an exhausted sigh as you finally reached the area between her big and second toe, lifting your body upwards and then laying yourself in the area in between like an exhausted seal. You didn’t even seem to mind any filth or toejam that might be there and now covering much of your chest, you were insanely dirty already and your clothes were practically ruined from the sheer amount of sweat and filth ingrained in their fabric at this point.

“Woah! Good job, little guy! You did great at climbing!” She cheered from above as you heard the loud sound of her hands clapping in celebration at your great accomplishment. Of course, it was a great task and you did feel a bit of pride at being able to do it. However, the reminder that this massive obstacle you got over was in fact just her foot made you feel much less impressed at your actions. Especially when you were laying exhausted between her toes.

It certainly didn’t help that she decided to squeeze her toes in cheer, suddenly squishing your tiny body between her toes as the air was forced out of your lungs. Your hands would squirm around in panic, pushing against the massive digits while your legs kicked around, desperately trying to free yourself. This seemed to only really produce an amused expression on Max’s face as her leg suddenly began to lift up into the air, raising higher and higher as a sense of fear entered your mind. Staring down at her from this upward perspective only made you realize even more just how small you were and how big her already tall body now was. But as you spent some time contemplating this you’d feel the pressure around you vanish, her toes spreading apart as you were suddenly released from her grasp.

You let out a sudden scream as you slid down the length of her long tanned legs, holding tightly against the surface as your lubricated body managed to comfortably slide down, your grasp unable to stop your descent. The fear of falling off and onto the ground was constant, but you luckily managed to slide right on top of Max’s thigh, being stopped as you managed to smack against the fabric of her shorts. A sigh of relief would leave you as your head soon looked up at her looming form, her playful expression making you realize that this was far from over.

“On to your next exercise! Let’s see… Oh, this one is a favourite! Let’s see how well you can handle pressure!” This made you stop for a moment, thinking that just about everything in this whole experience was withstanding some kind of pressure. Such simple details didn’t seem to concern Max who’s hand seemed to swiftly approach from behind and shove your tiny body right underneath her shorts. You felt her fingers burrowing in there, clumsily pushing you until you found yourself pinned between the fabric of her shorts and the side of her soft, warm thigh.

Her fingers would soon recede, leaving you alone in the warm darkness as you lightly squirmed and pushed against her thighs. It wasn’t long before your action caused a reaction as you felt the massive caramel wall push back against you. Max had suddenly pressed her thighs together, a move which resulted in your tiny self being pushed against the fabric wall, with her other thigh pressing on you from the other side. The entire situation could really be described like being stuck between two massive heating blankets, except the blankets were each as thick as skyscrapers, warm to the point of making you sweat, wet from sweat themselves and intent on smushing you between them with enough force that you were unable to move an inch.

The sheer amount of heat was starting to get to you, and the clear lack of air made it even worse as you were forced to breathe the familiar sweaty air that seemed to surround this massive girl’s body. The pressure seemed to only be getting worse over time as well as you felt her thighs pressing more roughly together, the massive soft walls now utterly overwhelming your body. Your bones felt like they might crack as air was pushed out of your lungs, every muscle in your body screaming for help as it felt like it might pop from the soft pressure. As every second passed it seemed more and more certain like you were going to pass out from the sheer lack of air, your eyes beginning to close.

However, just as it seemed like it was over, the thighs would suddenly part, letting you take a big gasp of the horrifically stinky and humid air around you. From above you heard the imposing voice of your gigantic personal trainer: “Okay, yea, we really need to work on that. You were supposed to fight back!” She huffed a bit, before suddenly squeezing her thighs again, much to your own shock. The massive walls would suddenly smack against one another once more, squeezing the life out of you as you heard her continue to speak: “You’re not just supposed to sit there and take it! Use your muscles, push my thighs away, come on!”

Her legs would part again, before once again squishing you, as if trying to toy with you. You tried your best to push back, pressing your hands against the soft flesh as your fingers sank into her pillow-like thigh. You pushed as hard as you could, using all the strength you have in your body, however, it didn’t budge. In fact, it seemed to only press harder against you as Max elected to squeeze her thighs together once again, letting out a sad sigh. “I can’t even feel you! You gotta work on your muscles, that’s for sure. Well, by the time we’re over, I’ll make sure that you can fight back. Cause honestly, with the display you’re giving me right now? I don’t think you could part my thighs even if you weren’t a tiny little thing stuck between them.” Her voice seemed to be filled with disappointment as she slowly parted her legs, finally letting you breathe.

Her hand slowly ruffled into her pants again, grabbing you between her fingers and sliding you out. You took a deep breath of the finally fresh air as her hand carried you over the length of her shorts as you were soon brought directly over her stomach. Slowly, her other hand would reach down, grabbing her polo shirt and lifting it upwards. At first she’d reveal her beautiful tanned belly, her bellybutton looking like it was staring directly up at you, a gaping hole that you could probably fit inside of if you tried. However, the star of the show came as she soon lifted her shirt off completely, tossing it aside on the mattress. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare as you looked at her strong abs, the sight only making her even more intimidating. Right above you’d also see the pleasant sight of her rather large breasts, comfortably contained by a dark gray sports bra.

You couldn’t help but blush for a moment as you soon were lowered down, and then suddenly dropped. A sense of panic went over you as you fell, landing right on top of this tomboy’s abs. Luckily she laid down a bit more so you didn’t just slide off her sweaty body. You looked around for a moment, slightly admiring how in shape she was, before suddenly feeling that same finger from before smacking from above, pressing your body against one of her abs. “You see this, lil guy? This is what I want you to have by the end of our training! We’re gonna get you some muscles before long!” She said in an encouraging tone, however it was rather difficult to feel encouraged when your whole body was feeling like it might get crushed to paste against the abs of this tomboy without much effort. It probably didn’t help that on top of being so large, she was already physically strong, so even some of her gentler movements could be rather tough. You desperately didn’t want to know what the pressure from her hand would feel like if she actually tried to be rough.

This continuing pressure went on for a few more moments until her finger slowly lifted back up. She seemed a bit more relaxed now, smiling down at you as she continued to speak: “I should remind you that it won’t be easy. This is just the first day and I’m only doing this to test your current strength. The real training will be far more intense.” Her tone seemed a bit more serious now, something which only made you want to quit this as soon as possible even more than before. You started to get back up, your hands pointing at your disgusting sweat-covered body after all the torment she put you through, you tried to reason with her that this is a bit much. This seemed to be a mistake as her eyes suddenly widened and an upset expression filled her face.

“Really? We’re talking fitness and intense training here and you’re gonna complain about a bit of sweat? Dear, you’re gonna get sweaty all the time during this training. You’re gonna be nothing but sweaty for days and you’re gonna learn to like it. You think you’re gonna get fit without any sweat? You know what, let me show you exactly how much sweat you’re gonna be getting!” Her expression remained frustrated as her hand suddenly scooped you up once again. Her other hand moved alongside it as it grabbed the underside of her sports bra, lifting it up. You suddenly felt the powerful smell of sweat yet again, but it was far more intense than it was before. The underside of her breasts was practically a swamp as you watched droplets of the stuff drip out, as if they were excited to be free from the oppressive bra.

As you began to realize what she was going to do, your hands started to move around in panic. You tried to protest this move in any way you could, yelling and pleading towards your now terrifying mentor, but it was no use. Her hand moved you ever closer, the powerful smell of her sweat only getting stronger as it burned at your nostrils. The sheer wetness could be felt in the air, the humidity making it extremely hard to breathe. None of that even compared to the sheer heat that was emanating all around you, filling your every breath with a devastatingly warm air that made you regret ever breathing it in. The massive orb that was her tit, or at least the underside of it, was so drenched in sweat that it made the sock from before look like a dried up puddle in comparison. This normally hot sight would probably make you horny in any other situation, but when you were this close to it, the very air attacking your lungs, you couldn’t feel anything more than dread and fear as you continued to squirm in panic between her fingers.

There was no mercy to be had, and before long her finger would suddenly smack you against her tit, pressing you straight into the soft, sweaty marsh. The sheer volume of the stuff was enough to immediately coat you in the salty liquid, her finger eager to press you against it so hard that some of it got forced into your mouth. You tried to spit it out, but the constant pressure on your face, forcing you to bury yourself into the soft skin, would make you have to swallow it down, gulping the mouthful down as it made you shudder in disgust.

The strong force from behind you began to drag you around as she moved her pointer finger across the underside of her breasts. This in turn would use your tiny body like a miniscule rag, scooping up the filth with your clothes, hair, body and especially your mouth. Granted, at this size it was closer to using a particularly large clump of lint than a rag and equally as ineffective too.

Every moment was hellish as you tried to hold your breath, struggling to not swallow more, already feeling your belly half filled with this tomboy’s sweat. Before long her rubbing around would stop, the pressure easing on your body as you wanted to sigh in relief. Her finger seemed to even be receding, something which made you happy as it seemed like she finally was about to set you free from this moist prison. However, the first sign of things not being so lucky for you was the fact that despite her finger moving off you, it didn’t go to scoop you up, instead opting to leave you on your own entirely. The fact that you were so pressed against her sweaty underboob that you were stuck to it and unable to move or fall off also didn’t leave your mind as you nervously shuddered. Your eyes gazed towards the bit of her fingers you could see, holding the sports bra open as a sense of dread filled you in realization. You could do little but mouth a weak “No, please” as her fingers suddenly vanished. She let go of her bra, letting it snap back in place, and along with it her breasts did too.

You felt the mountain of flesh suddenly move over you, suddenly moving downwards as her tit settled in place. Unfortunately for you, this place was directly on top of you, as her singular breast now pinned you tightly under it, your body not only stuck against the underside, but now utterly mushed by it and being pressed into the fabric of the sports bra. This merciless act made you only wish to tear up, your hands weakly pushing as you tried to somehow get the titanic tit off of yourself. It was no use, however, your every effort being too minute in comparison to this monstrosity that you might as well have been doing nothing. After a few more moments of weak struggle, you gave in, your muscles aching from the constant pressure on top of you. You closed your eyes, your tiny self now laying weakly in the swampy interior of her sports bra, resigned to your fate of being consumed by this sweaty monstrosity.

Just as it felt like you’d stay in there forever, you’d see the light on you once again. The large hand of the tomboy would slip inside her bra, peeling your body off of her sweaty underboob and pulling you out from your prison. Slowly but surely, you found yourself hanging upside down as you stared nervously at her face. Her expression still seemed a bit upset, she likely wasn’t done proving her point as she spoke again: “And don’t think that’s all! That’s not even the worst of it! In fact, lemme just show you how bad it can get!” Her tone made you shudder even more as she began to carelessly move you around. This time, however, her other hand wasn’t revealing some part of her clothing, but was instead raising itself upwards completely.

Your heart sank as you realized what she was about to do, letting her sleeves fall as you saw the dark tunnel that was to be your destination. Without much time to protest, you felt your body sliding against the underside of her long tanned arm. Each passing moment as you were moved you could feel her strong muscles rubbing against your body, slowly moving you down until you found yourself smelling the worst stench so far. It was, of course, the powerful smell from her armpit, the sweat having accumulated from both her workout earlier and the short time she’s been toying with you. Your hands would instinctively move to cover your nose as you shuddered, tearing up at the horrific hell you were about to be put through.

The darkness of the sleeve practically consumed you as your face was suddenly mashed directly against the woman’s armpit, shoved right into the soft flesh. The smell itself was beyond horrifying, invading your lungs as the strong stench of the sweat was utterly overwhelming. The surface itself was about as wet as the underboob, but the intensity and concentration of it was far beyond that. It took merely a moment of pressure for your body to be glued down as her finger soon receded, leaving you in the darkness as you stared up at her arm. Moments later it began to descend onto you, producing a sudden scream from your terrified self as you were swiftly consumed under it.

The pressure from her lowered arm wasn’t all that horrible, but the sheer heat and sweat that surrounded you was too much to handle. You again tried to squirm around, weakly pushing and pressing against her body on all sides in a desperate attempt to get her to stop and let you go. And as you kept squirming and trying to escape, you would suddenly hear a light giggle. Before you weren’t sure, but this time it was certain that you were tickling her. It wasn’t much, but at least you knew you were able to have some effect on her despite your size difference.

This seemed to calm her down from her disciplinary action as her arm suddenly lifted once again. You were still practically glued to her armpit, her stench surrounding you, but at least you were free. For a moment you expected her hand would retrieve you from her sleeve once again, but to your surprise she’d give you a scare as her hand quietly crawled up from below, grabbing you and quickly slipping you out and in front of her big smiling face.

“Hey, you did pretty good! I mean, at least I felt you this time, so that’s a plus!” She exclaimed, seeming almost excited. Granted, it was likely more so her being sensitive there than you being strong. “But yea, now you get how much sweat you’re gonna be in during all this training, especially if it’s with me, no?” She asked for a moment, but it was clearly rhetorical as she soon swiftly moved you directly in front of her mouth. Her gaze was constantly staring at you as she sniffed at you, before suddenly shaking her head a bit. “Woah, you reek… Let me just clean you up real quick!”

The prospect of a nice shower sounded rather nice right now, however, by now you should know it wasn’t gonna be so simple with Max. Her mouth would suddenly open wide, revealing her cavernous maw to you as her hand swiftly lunged you forward. You truly didn’t have any time to react before you landed right on her tongue and her mouth closed behind you, sealing you in yet another dark, warm and wet place.

Her tongue swiftly began to move around, pressing against your tiny body as it licked all across it. You really had little way to struggle against her as the giant tentacle began to push you against Max’s cheek, covering you in more saliva as it washed away much of the sweat. Of course, a good bit of it was still ingrained in your clothes and hair, but at least you didn’t feel like you just walked out of a marsh. This didn’t seem to satisfy Max, however, as her tongue soon launched you to the other side of her mouth, pressing you against her other cheek as well. The simple actions of her tongue were so easily enough to bully you that it truly made your previous accomplishments seem like nothing in comparison to this Goddess of a woman.

Her tongue would finally rise upwards, smacking your tiny body against the roof of her mouth. She’d rub it around back and forth, scrubbing at your tiny form as you tried to hold your breath so you don’t have a belly full of thick, sticky saliva on top of all the sweat you had to ingest today. After a good few moments of your body being tightly pressed into the roof, squished by her tongue, she’d finally lower her tongue, letting your body stick to the roof for a few short moments before suddenly dropping right on top of her tongue.

Her mouth would open wide, letting you see the outside world as you gladly gasped for air that didn’t smell like her morning breakfast. The massive tongue you were stuck on would slowly move, sliding out of her lips as it hung from her mouth. You found yourself nervously staring down, looking directly at the large woman’s cleavage as her tongue stayed there. She lightly shook her tongue around, making you start to slide down the length of it, slowly inching down as you helplessly were carried by the saliva that clung to you. And a few moments later, you fell, smacking right into the soft embrace of Max’s endowed cleavage, your body utterly drenched in her saliva as you laid there.

Her hand would lightly wipe her lips as she smiled down at you. “There, all cleaned up! You can rest for a bit now, I know I exhausted you quite a bit for your first day.” She said, some sympathy in her voice as her hand lowered down a bit. Her finger would extend, gently patting the top of your head as she then moved her hand back. A moment later you felt pressure from both sides as she squeezed her breasts together, but it wasn’t too rough like before. It was more of a soft pressure, like a type of odd hug. “There, a lil reward for being a persistent and strong customer! Now, stay put there while I finish my morning routine and I’ll let you go after, got it?” Her words were cheerful, but had an authoritative tone to them as you realized she wasn’t asking for permission.

The rest of the morning went by rather calmly, yourself being left in Max’s cleavage as she continued to do a few more exercises for the next half hour or so. Most of it was rather tame on you as you didn’t get too affected by it in your position. Of course, there was the constant sound of her thundering steps from below, as well as the constant shaking from every step she made as she moved around the gym. While her breasts were largely contained thanks to her bra, they still would shake a bit, something which not only gave you a fright, but would also make you slowly sink deeper into her cleavage. You had to dedicate quite a bit of time getting back up, not wanting to get crushed between her tits on accident or even worse, slipping and falling to the floor.

You were the most terrified when she was doing push ups, the simple act making you panic and hold on to her tits with the strongest grip you ever had. Every push up was a sudden shaking that threatened to make you slip and fall onto the ground. You really didn’t want to know what’d happen if she lost you down there and didn’t manage to find you. The constant build up of sweat around you definitely served to make that even more difficult, the surface you were holding on becoming even more slippers than it was before. It also wasn’t very great to think that despite being “washed” just now, you were once again covered in her sweat from head to toe.

Once her exercise was finally over you’d breathe a sigh of relief as she finally was near the exit. She took out two bottles out of her bag, one seemed to be her own water bottle, while the other was probably the stuff you were supposed to get to regrow back. She’d first lift up the clear water bottle, lifting it past you as she started to drink from it. The sight itself was awe inspiring, not just cause of how big the bottle was, but also because of the constant sound of it flowing down her throat behind you, every gulp making you shudder as you realized how easily she could have done that to you if she desired. As you spent time thinking about it and looking up at her, you’d see her finally finish drinking, and as she did, she’d spill some of it right on herself, right on top of you.

A massive splash of water would hit your tiny form, splashing all over her tits and practically waterboarding you in the process. The good news was that you were relatively more clean than before, at least. You gasped for air as the water finally passed her, only to see her big smiling face from above. “Sorry about that, needed to cool off. That and it woke ya up, so that’s a bonus!”

Her chipper attitude never seemed to vanish as she soon took the other bottle, opening it up and looming it above you. Her hand would slowly scoop you up, placing you down on a bench as she then turned the bottle over, letting some of it splash right on top of you. The strange liquid seemed to have an effect almost immediately as you felt your body beginning to grow right before your eyes. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the bench, back to normal. As long as you consider being drenched in a mixture of saliva, sweat and water to be “normal”.

“Well, that’ll be it for today, I hope to see you again tomorrow. And I won’t go easy on you when we start the real training, got it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. You’d nod, having grown to slightly fear this woman as she smiled back at you and seemed to return back towards the gym. “Alright, have fun and see you again!” She waved at you as she walked away and you soon turned to leave the gym. Despite being utterly soaked and having spent the what felt like the worst day of your life, a thought did go through your mind. You were definitely going to come back tomorrow.