Emma Shay - Shrinking Our Gym Trainer

Emma Shay - Shrinking Our Gym Trainer

As you walked into the gym, Emma Shay and Whitney were already warming up. They were wearing tight workout clothes that hugged their curves, making it clear they were there to show off their bodies as well as get a good workout. You approached them, feeling the heat from their bodies, the sweat on their skin, and the tightness of their clothes against your own body.

"Hey, girls!" you said, trying to maintain your usual professional demeanor. "Ready to get started?"

Emma looked at you with a sly smile. "Absolutely, we are. But I hope you're ready for us, too." She flexed her bicep, making it clear that she was more than just ready for this workout.

You nodded, still trying to maintain your composure. "I'm ready for anything you can throw at me."

"Good to know," Whitney said, licking her lips. She began to stretch, arching her back and showing off her cleavage. You could feel yourself getting aroused just watching them warm up.

As the workout began, Emma and Whitney pushed themselves to their limits. They grunted and sweated, their bodies glistening in the light. You could tell that they were enjoying themselves immensely, their eyes locked on each other throughout the session.

But then something changed. As you watched, you noticed that their eyes were glued to your figure instead. They were looking at you with an intensity you'd never seen before.

"You're doing great, but I think we need to change things up a bit," Emma said, her voice dripping with seduction. She walked over to you, her body pressed close, and whispered in your ear, "Get on the bench press."

You did as you were told, feeling her breath on your neck as she adjusted the weights. When you looked up, you saw that she was wearing the tiniest pair of shorts possible, barely covering her ass. Your eyes wandered down to her perfect round butt, and you could feel yourself growing hard.

"Now, let's see just how strong you really are," she said, her voice still low and seductive. Whitney moved in closer, her body brushing against yours as she began to assist you on the lift. Between the two of them, they managed to push you up, your face pressing against Emma's massive ass.

You wrestled with the weights, trying to keep up with their demands. Suddenly, you felt something strange. You were beginning to shrink. First, your height shrunk to match Emma's tits, then her ass, then her feet. By the end of the workout, you were no bigger than her tiny feet.

Emma and Whitney looked down at you, their faces breaking into grins. "That was quite a workout," Emma said, her voice echoing in your head. "But it looks like you need some more attention." She leaned down and scooped you up with her fingers, bringing you up to her face.

"Now let's see if we can find some more ways to make you feel small," Whitney said, her voice throaty. They laughed together as they carried you off to their locker room, their huge breasts pressing against your body, their sweaty feet squishing against your tiny form.