Still wandering around in the DWA’s gym, you’re surprised at how big and popular this space seems to be, judging from the abundance of highly attractive women all working out around you. It’s as if everyone in the Association decided to take a workout day together, not that you’re complaining, of course. You’ve got some time to kill, so you decide to hang out and enjoy the eye candy: hot women from all over bouncing and flexing their sweaty bodies everywhere you look. You eventually come to a halt when your wandering eye gets caught by something; Two somehings, actually.
Standing a very short distance behind them, you spy Jezebel and the Belly Dancer walking on two adjacent treadmills while chatting with each other. Both wrestlers are greatly admired for their confident, sultry personalities as well as their well-toned, voluptuous bodies, which you can’t pull your eyes away from at the moment. Jezebel wears a red tank top with matching athletic short shorts, revealing much of her creamy butt cheeks, while the Belly Dancer wears a black sports bra with black leggings. From your angle, both their outfits do an amazing job of showing off their huge, shapely rear ends, bouncing with every step they take on their treadmills. While both women continue their conversation, your eyes dart back and forth between each divine derriere, both worthy of all your focus, and you don’t even realize how obvious your ogling is right now.
Eventually, Jezebel looks back and sees you gawping at the corner of her eye, but she’s far from upset. Rather, she finds it flattering. What else can be done to grab your attention? “So, love,” she says. “You gonna come over and say hi to us, or are you just gonna stand there and enjoy the show?” The Belly Dancer looks back to see who Jezebel is talking to and smiles when she sees you cutely blushing and stammering like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
The jig is up, so you walk around to the front of the treadmills to introduce yourself, and you’re quickly treated to the tantalizing sight of two huge chests wobbling in front of you inside very tight tops. Both women give you amused, expectant looks as you struggle not to stare more. “Uh, hi. I’m Tom. I’m a new wrestler here, and I was just, um, looking around.”
“Cheers, love,” Jezebel says while still keeping a brisk pace. “The name’s Veronica, or Jezebel when I’m in the ring. This here’s Yasmine, a.k.a the Belly Dancer.” Veronica gestures towards her dark-skinned friend, who nods politely.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Yasmine says with a sweet voice.
“Likewise. Uh, and listen: sorry, about that...just now,” you say sheepishly, referring to your blatant staring. Both girls giggle.
“It’s alright, love,” Veronica answers. “We’re both pretty used to having all eyes in a room on us. Isn’t that right, Yasmine?”
“Indeed. In fact, you might say we rather enjoy it.”
Veronica teasingly adds a sway in her step, making her breasts wobble with a little more vigor. “Yeah, so feel free to keep staring all you want, even when you’re against us in the ring. Haha, it’ll just make you an easier target for us if you do,” she says cheekily.
“Uh, sure,” you politely respond while trying not to give in to Veronica’s goading. You should get out of her before things get anymore awkward for you. “Well, you guys seem busy, so I’ll just leave you to it. See you around.”
Before you can leave, Veronica quickly grabs your shoulder. “Actually, love, before you go, would you mind doing us a quick favor?”
“Uh, sure. How can I help?”
“Would you mind slowing down the speed of our treadmills until they stop? Yasmine and I are about done here, but, thanks to our big, bouncy girls here, we can’t really see the buttons we need to press to stop.” As she speaks, Veronica hefts her huge breasts, making her cleavage bulge out of her top while your eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. “It’s trivial, I know, but would you mind terribly, from one wrestler to another?” She gives a cute, pleading smile as she continues bouncing her breasts, distracting you.
“O-ok,” is all you can say before carefully reaching a hand out to each treadmill, a huge pair of breasts bouncing precariously just above each one. Your fingers crawl across each console until you find the buttons to slow the machines to a stop, then you press and hold a finger to each one. Just as you do so, Veronica gives a wink to Yasmine, who smiles wryly in return. Suddenly, both girls lean in, dropping their breasts on the treadmill consoles and smooshing your hands under their soft weight, engulfing them. Surprised, you instinctively flinch and try to pull away, but they’re pressing their breasts so firmly against your hands that you can’t pull them free. They giggle as you squirm in their clutches, their breasts jiggling against your hands with every step they take.
“Sorry, love. These big, heavy tits of ours can be hard to carry sometimes, especially after a long walk. I hope you don’t mind if we give ourselves a little rest before we go,” Veronica teases. While your hands are still trapped, the treadmills start to gradually slow down, your fingers still on their buttons. Eventually, it comes to the stop, allowing Yasmine and Veronica to stop walking, but they still keep themselves pressed against you. Looks like you’re not going anywhere until they’re done playing with you. After a few more moments, they finally pull themselves off you and step off the treadmills, the soft sensation of their breasts still lingering on your hands. “Thanks for the help, love. Maybe we can repay the favor sometime,” Veronica says as you try to process what just happened, both girls giving you a sultry look as you do. What is it with all the women you meet here!?
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