This choice: At the campus gym of course! • Go Back...Chapter #7Workout with Melissa by: A former member Your mom tapped her chin in thought, also tapping her foot as she pondered what picture would get the most attention from her online audience. “Wellll...if it were up to me, I’d want to see the tiny guy get totally squashed, but I guess you’re as smooshed as they come, huh Thomas?” Your mother asked rhetorically while giggling to herself. “Oh god! You know what would be really funny? If someone wore their panty-son to the gym by accident! That would be soooooo gross!” Your mom laughed much louder at this idea and you weren’t sure if she was serious or just making a stupid joke to herself. It seems she was serious as she placed her hands on her hips confidently and spoke, “It’s settled then! I’ll get a pic of you as my workout thong, next!” You gulped as you had initially thought your mom was just going to slide you on for a quick photo, not try and out do her last post! You did not agree to this!
You buzzed angrily against your mom in abject protest but she either didn’t feel it or didn’t care in her state of ambition for getting as many likes as possible. You felt your mom begin walking around the small dorm room as she picked up her yoga pants she had worn in yesterday. “Hmmm these are fine and all but I’ll probably want to wear them home. I wonder if I can fit into anything Chelsea’s got laying around...” your mom found the dresser and dug through it before retrieving a pair of spandex short shorts and a Middletown University tank top. The tank top fit relatively well, seeing as your mother and Chelsea were similar height, but the short shorts were not prepared for covering Melissa’s ample curves. Struggling to pull them up her thick thighs, Melissa groaned as she felt them getting tighter and tighter. “Almost got ‘em...” Melissa mumbled as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, making the last tug to press her glutes into the shorts.
Collapsing the waistband with a sigh, Melissa admired her handiwork in the mirror, admiring her young, sporty appearance. You on the other hand were being completely suffocated and overwhelmed by this development as the tight shorts pressed you deeply into your mom’s ass without her having to even put any pressure on. You weren't sure how you’d hold up once she actually started exercising and you didn’t want to find out. “I look pretty good don’t I, Thomas? I could probably fit in as a student here myself, don’t you think?” Your mom asked admiring her butt in the mirror. You made a weak, compressed twitch in response, crying out for help but she simply went into a deep red blush feeling you buzz against her vagina and asshole simultaneously. “Ohhh mmmmmhmmm, I’ll take that as a yes...”. Content with her outfit your mother put her favorite blue workout sneakers on and bounded out into the campus.
Your mom seemed to have a skip in her step as she happily made her way across campus towards the university gym. You whimpered knowing you had only offered to be worn for one quick little picture and then you thought she’d free you, but now you were being dragged along grinded to a pulp as your mother’s cheeks took turns pressing you together. It felt like each cheek was taking turns pulling at you in its powerful embrace, but really it was more like you were being chewed alive by your aloof mother’s booty as she stayed eyes glued to her phone, not really focused on you anymore in anticipation of her upcoming intense workout. You couldn’t see it, but Melissa had absolute sparkles in her eyes as she watched the likes and comments rolling in and she became more and more hungry to make another post that really put that last one to shame.
Finally making her way into the gym, your mom simply strolled past the front desk clerk, who seemed to actually in fact believe your mom was a Middletown student! Your mom was clueless to this act of luck, as she was eyeing up the facilities wondering which piece of equipment would give her the best bang for her buck in terms of getting her to a dripping point that would show up on her camera. Deciding cardio would do much better than weightlifting for this purpose, your mom’s eyes spotted a treadmill off in the corner of the gym and she hurried over to claim it. Quickly stretching her legs, your mom hopped up onto the treadmill before whispering down at you, “Hanging in down there? Good, I’m about to get started so it might get a little steamy...it’s nice you don’t hate being worn as this is such a fun way to spend time together!” Your mom patted herself on the crotch before switching the treadmill to a walk. You made one last attempt at contacting your mom, but you couldn’t scream out to her while smooshed under the tight embrace of Chelsea’s workout gear. You couldn’t believe your mom was clueless enough to think you would volunteer for this if it meant getting used as a stretchy workout thong. Besides that, your mom was actively trying to make your experience as bad as possible just to make herself and some strangers laugh at your plight!
Setting herself into a jog, your world truly became a rhythm of bouncing as the jiggling booty that held you fell up and down with each stride. Within just a minute of this new speed you felt a mist of moisture pressing its way into you and you winced in disdain. The heat was building quickly too and you felt your stretched body straining under the swell of your mom’s generous hips. Trapped in a cycle of crushing and stench, you actually heard your mom giggling above you. She must still be glued to her phone even while running. “Oh god! Listen to this Thomas!” Your mom called down to you between heavy breaths. “This woman, just found out her son, was squashed to her sweat rag while she went for a bike ride in the heat!” Your mother entered a fit of strained breathing from her exercise as well as mixed in laughter. “If they think that’s bad, wait until they hear about what I put you through!” Your mom was laughing so hard she seemed to lose control of herself for a moment and released a dense fart right into your face, blasting some fresh sweat with it. “Oops!! Sorry! But that’s just another great thing I can write in the post, right?” Your mom’s apology seemed completely insincere as she followed it up with her optimistic excitement. You just prayed she wouldn’t keep blasting those out on purpose since she could just write she did it instead of actually doing it...
Eventually your mom decided she needed to pick up the pace if she was really going to work up a sweat and entered into a light sprint. Feeling this increase in speed and stride you were pulled even worse and felt like your arms would give out if they could. You looked up to see none other than a chain of heavy beads of sweat, ready to join and water log you in their embrace. Feeling some of her luscious brown hair getting soaked and blocking her vision, your mother frowned and mumbled to herself, “maybe a sweat rag wasn’t such a bad idea...” before resuming her intense focus. The sweat made its way towards you and conjoined to flow like a river right into your face. The nonstop grinding of your mother’s gelatinous cheeks continued relentlessly, but now you were forced to drink in her salty excretions just to prevent from choking or even drowning under your mom’s ass. Feeling a tingle, that was unfortunately your very own tongue against her, your mother moaned in ecstasy and went red in exhaustion and pleasure.
This cycle continued for another full hour before your mom slammed the stop button, panting wildly. Her clothes were turned a whole shade darker as she was dripping all over the treadmill. Catching her breath, your mom immediately made her way to the locker room before gazing at her state in the large mirrors. “This..is..perfect!” You heard your mother squeal while you mentally groaned at her torture. Flipping out her camera, your mom angled herself for a mirror selfie where she covered her mouth in shock with one hand while making puppy dog eyes in shame. She captured her glorious curves in the shot making sure the photo captured the pure saturation her shorts were in by bending over slightly, even just that forcing some fluid to squelch out down her thighs. Taking a peek at her latest photo, she immediately burst into a hysterical fit as tears welled in her eyes from such laughter. “Thomas, oh my god Thomas, you are going to think this is the funniest thing in the world just wait until I can show you! It’s a good thing the girls can’t smell this photo, I’m starting to reek!” The irony that your mom couldn't consider all your senses were being dominated by her overpowering booty made you whimper. Your mother slammed her ass down onto a wooden bench of the locker room as she couldn’t wait another second to post this great story. She typed out ‘Ooooops, looks like I spaced and forgot to take him off this morning before getting my morning workout in! Sorry Thomas!’ Your mom wrote before going into more detail about her workout routine and the other torture she “accidentally” put you through. You tried buzzing to get her to hurry towards taking you back to the dorm, but she was so absorbed into her phone she just cluelessly released a fart on you to silence any itches you made.
After ten minutes of being buried under your mom’s smelly booty. She finally hopped up and called down to you. “Alright, let’s get going...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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