In the hallway, there was a girl carrying a massive stack, if not a tower, of white towels. You could hardly see anything but her legs as she totterred back and forth under the unwieldy weight of her oversized load, but it looked like she was wearing a maids outfit (though even from here you could tell it was more than a little tight on her unmistakably curvacious frame). Unable to see around her armload, the girl reached out and fumbled with the doorknob leading to the sparring room, but immediately lost her grip as she tried to keep her massive stack of towels from toppling. You heard a quiet exclamation of frustration as the girl regained her balance while the door clicked shut again.
Though the girl's fumbling was almost comical, you couldn't watch anymore, and stepped forward to pull the door open for her, "Here, let me get that for you, miss!"
You thought you saw the girl jump at the unexpected sound of your voice, but she quickly sighed with relief as you swung the door aside and then propped it open with your back. Eager to get a look at you, the girl shimmied in place until she could look over one smooth shoulder. You felt your heart almost skip a beat as you were greeted with the very welcoming sight of a gorgeous face, marked with the occasional freckle and framed by thick brown bangs of hair, staring back at you. The radiant smile that the girl was giving you told you she was just as happy to see you as you were to see her.
Somewhat unexpectedly, the girl thanked you in softly accented French, "Merci beaucoup, mon chéri!" You're pretty sure you looked slightly dumbfounded, because the girl giggled cutely to herself as you watched her approaching. You thought you caught a hint of a blush on her soft face (or maybe she was just out of breath from struggling for so long). The girl looked young, too, she couldn't have been any older than you.
It wasn't until the girl was passing right in front of you that you got a good look at her outfit; a veeeery tight French maid uniform, ending in a short frilly skirt that danced over her attention grabbing hips. You were positive you saw traces of a dark blue corset accentuating the girl's already hourglass-like midsection, in addition to making her round bubble butt almost literally pop out of from beneath her skirt. Most of her face and frontside were lost behind the stack of towels, but you were more than amazed by what you saw already. Her stocking-clad legs seemed to go on for miles... Despite all this, you were doing your best not to stare like an idiot as she passed within an inch of you, close enough for you to smell her perfume as she continued smiling your way, "Join me in the gym, won't you?"
You were a little stunned, but you couldn't turn down a request like that from a girl like this, "How could I say no..." The girl's cheeks turned a little redder, and she stepped inside. You were just about to follow her inside when she bumped the top of the towel stack against the doorframe, and suddenly lurched backwards to catch them. With you standing behind her, the girl quickly slammed into you, making you grunt out as you were caught between her soft body and the closing door. As her enormous and very jiggly backside came to a rest right against your lap, the girl exclaimed innocently, "Oopsie! These stupid towels are so heavy..."
Awkwardly caught between the rigid door and this beautiful (but apparently somewhat clumsy) girl, you had nothing to do but pretend like you couldn't feel her supple butt cheeks pressing themselves into your crotch, or that you couldn't smell the sweet perfume and sweat wafting off of her neck and hair as she leaned up against you. Apparently unbothered by this very close proximity with you, the girl giggled softly, "Pardon, monseur!" and flashed you another charming smile over her shoulder, before she used you like a springboard to launch herself to her feet. You couldn't do anything but let out an oof! as her round posterior pressed into your crotch before bouncing off, leaving you a little dazed by the entire ordeal.
You managed to get your beating heart to slow down, and the door closed behind you as the girl sauntered to a nearby set of towel racks and bins. You took a moment to study your surroundings; it was a rather impressively adorned gymnasium of sorts. There was a full-size wrestling ring in the center, and around the edges of the large room were workout machines, benches, weights, treadmills, even some tanning beds, and more. It looked like just about everything that a wrestler could want to train their body, or just to look good.
A dull whump brought your attention back to the direction of the girl. She had just dropped her armload of towels into a large bin, and with that done she stood up and exhaled softly, "Phoo! Zere, nice and clean." As the girl stood and turned towards you, you had a hard time keeping your eyes from popping out. Her outfit did nothing at all to hide the fact that her chest was, frankly, monstrous. The girl’s acres of creamy cleavage wobbled tantalizingly as she stepped towards you, while each huge boob jiggled wildly behind the tightly stretched maid outfit, which didn’t do much to conceal the little nubs where her nipples poked into the fabric. Stopping in front of you with a jiggle and a sweet smile, the beautiful girl cooed, “Thank you so much for your help, monseur…?”
You blinked a few times before realizing she was asking for your name. Trying to clear your mind from thinking about this petite girl’s oversized rack, you stammered like a moron, “T-tit-*ahem* Tom. My name’s Tom. Well, Tom the Terrible, if you want my professional name. Miss Hizuki just hired me.”
Just as you managed to stutter out that pathetic introduction, Madame Bosomy’s smile broadened, “A handsome wrestler? Zen today is my lucky day!” Before you could finish blushing at her compliment, the girl bounced forwards and leaned into you. Briefly squashing her enormous chest out against yours, she gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Boy, she sure was friendly…
Taking a bouncy step back again, the girl cheered, “Bonjour Thomas, You can call me Madame Bosomy! It’s very nice to make your acquaintance.” Now that she mentioned it, you knew of her! She was a younger wrestler, but already adored by everyone for her cheery personality and the comical “ditzy” act that she put on in the ring while beating her opponents. The girl’s smile widened as she watched you getting flustered from her kiss. “Heehee, zat is how us French girls say hello to ze cute boys.”
You did your best not to sound like a starstruck idiot, “Uh.. okay, wow. Well it’s very nice to meet you too, Madame Bosomy… that’s certainly an interesting choice of a stage name.”
The girl, apparently taking that as a compliment, continued to smile, “You like it? I picked it when I was first learning English. I think it means ‘Very Skilled Female Wrestler.’”
You awkwardly hummed, “Uhhhh… are you sure? Who taught you that?”
Madame Bosomy broke into a laugh, “Hahaa, I am joking, silly! I know what it means, but you should ‘ave seen your face! I picked ze name because of zese!” To demonstrate, Bosomy happily puffed her chest out, drawing her outfit tightly across each massive breast in a way that accentuated their size further. You glanced down, unable to avoid the jiggly sight before you, but tried not to stare too long. Examining her own pale cleavage, Madame Bosomy explained cheerfully, “Zey are so nice and big, I just could not think of a better name for myself!” You blatantly stared as this petite but very busty girl continued wobbling her chest in front of you, in possibly the most provocative manner possible. When Milly glanced back up, she caught you struggling to tear your eyes from her, “Heehee, you like zem too, no?”
Realizing you had been caught, you stumbled, “N-no! Well, I mean yes, but…” you blushed a bit, unsure of the proper response.
The French lass was far more amused than offended. “Go ahead and look, I know it is hard not to! Just be careful, if this were a wrestling match, it would be very easy for me to get you while you were distraaaacteeeed!” Madame Bosomy snickered and bounced on the balls of her feet, making her perky chest jiggle and sway within the confines of her tight top, as you could do nothing but stare.
You felt a stirring in your shorts, and tried to look away, “W-well, uh, I’m not the breast- I mean- best wrestler, but I think I could hold my own.” Milly only laughed at your freudian slip, making you blush as you tried to push all the dirty thoughts from your head.
Madame Bosomy, enjoying her chance to get to know the new guy, took a bouncy step towards you, “I am sure you can. But have you ever wrestled a girl before?” Your eyes darted downwards, to where Milly was subtly wiggling in place, causing her creamy breasts to bob up and down within your peripheral vision. Milly smirked when she saw you gulping nervously, but didn’t say anything.
After a sigh, you admitted, “N…. no, I haven’t.”
Upon hearing your response, Milly grinned excitedly.
What is she so happy about?
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