"Hey! What the hell, Courtney!? Grow me ba-" Rick's shouts were cut off by a thunderous groan.
"Fine, I'll take him first," Yolanda rumbled in annoyance. "I'm gonna go work out at the school gym. I'll text you guys when I'm done."
"No way! I'm not doing this!" Rick yelled. The trio of giants didn't even react. He threw his arms up in self-defense as Yolanda's hand descended upon him like a tan UFO. He was immediately overpowered by her soft fingertips, pinched up as easily as one would a dime. He squirmed and pounded against the firm skin with his fists as he was rocketed up to her face, about level with her full lips. They twisted into a frown when she realized he was already fighting.
"He's already getting mad. What do I do if he loses his temper?" Yolanda asked. Rick flinched, close enough to catch sight of flashing white teeth and the roiling sea monster that was her tongue. He grimaced as his entire form was misted with a humid gust of faintly minty breath.
"I dunno, put him in time out or something." Courtney said with a shrug.
"Time out!? What am I, a bab-" Rick was dumped into the cushy center of Yolanda's palm. Before he even knew what was happening, she closed her fingers around him, sealing him into an enormous fist.
A short while later, Yolanda was alone in the girls' locker room. Blue Valley High had already let out for the day and the school was mostly deserted. She'd changed her clothes quickly, discarding her jeans and t-shirt for a pair of black shorts and a matching sports bra. Peeking around to make sure the coast was clear, she reached into her gym bag which sat on the wooden bench beside her.
"Finally," Rick muttered angrily as Yolanda's fingers fished him out of a sea of fabric. He'd been tucked away in her bag for privacy's sake while she changed. There was something uniquely demeaning about being stowed with socks that vastly out-sized him. If Yolanda would just bring him close to her face, he might be able to tell her off. That, like everything else, was out of Rick's hands. Her titanic body scrolled by as she raised him to eye-level. He couldn't help but admire the view a bit. In her workout clothes, his gigantic teammate was a mountain almost entirely made of exposed skin. His gaze was particularly drawn toward the valley revealed by her top.
"Hey! I'm up here," Rick was tiny but not so tiny Yolanda couldn't tell where he was staring. "I'm gonna be training for like forty-five minutes and I'm definitely not leaving you by yourself for that long."
She moved to shove the puny teen into her pocket and sucked her teeth. Of course she'd packed the shorts with no pockets. She looked herself over, searching for somewhere to hide Rick. She groaned. There was only one viable spot that stood out to her. "Okay, this is gonna be weird for both of us but I don't have anywhere else to put you. Just...try not to squirm around too much..."
Yolanda looked away, her face reddening as she quickly lowered her hand to her chest. From Rick's diminished perspective, he plunged toward an olive landscape. He shouted and cursed and fought but he was totally helpless as she nudged him into her cleavage. The fingertips he was pinched between plowed through perky skin, driving him deep into stiflingly warm darkness. Then she released him and pulled her hand away. Tons of firm boob flesh filled the vacated space, piling onto his tiny form. He felt the pressure of the sports bra pushing everything up and in. Its support left him sandwiched between relatively gargantuan breasts.
"This is a good bra so you should be pretty secure at least." Yolanda tugged at the stretchy garment, uncomfortably cognizant of her shrunken passenger. She had to fight the urge to scratch at the wriggling little itch between her breasts. "Hopefully it's not too bouncy for you. You'll be stuck in there for a while so I guess this is a good way to work on your patience."
Rick was furious. He gritted his teeth and pushed at the smooth wall to his front, trying to create any kind of space in Yolanda's cleavage. He only succeeded in driving his arms into the endless, fleshy mass. Her boob almost seemed to take his struggling as a challenge and pushed back. The depressions made by his tiny palms were gone in an instant. The humongous tit heaved ever so slightly, more than enough movement to squelch him into its twin. Springy flesh forced his arms into uncomfortable yet mostly painless positions. His fighting only left him pinned more awkwardly, immobilized by heavy skin. "Nothing but a bug between Yolanda's giant boobs." He sulked, swaying with her mighty breath.
What kind of workout does Rick have to endure?
1. Yolanda works mostly with the speed and punching bags, doing some light lifting as well.
2. She primarily does cardio, running on the treadmill and jumping rope among other exercises.
3. Yolanda focuses primarily on legs at first, maybe doing some abdominal exercises later on.
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