Training Weight by Ninth
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“Hoo! Haaa! Hoo! Haaaaa!”
“Go Courtney! Go Courtney!”
Elliot glanced up from his phone and over at the two women clustered around the chin-up bar. They were cheering on a third very fit-looking brown-haired woman hauling herself up and down in an almost frenzied circular pattern. That woman? His best friend Courtney, accompanied by her friends Opal and Emma, respectively blonde and black-haired. A heavy-looking vest was slung over Courtney’s shoulders in addition to a weight plate dangling from a chain attached to a thick belt wrapped around her waist. Sweat gleamed off her bare arms, shoulders, and midriff, her ponytail whipping from side to side with her movements.
“Yaaah!”
He grinned as she let out one last yell and flung herself off the bar to land with a solid whump on the tough rubber mats lining the floor of the university gym. The plastic chair he was sitting on shuddered a little. An impressive performance, but not anything he hadn’t seen before. He was a lot more interested in the way her butt and thighs jiggled when she hit the ground, the way her astoundingly endowed chest bounced with the impact, and the way the gentle definitions of her core flexed to support all of that powerful feminine beauty. Every time he saw her like this it was like he was seeing her for the first time, and he couldn’t help but admire her.
Ah, but he shouldn’t stare. He tore his gaze away with some difficulty. He was sitting in his usual spot on the far side of the gym waiting for “the crew” to finish their workout. He was only here because he was their ride, not because they wanted a spectator. After all, that was about as far as Courtney’s friends cared about him. Courtney herself, on the other hand, treated him better than almost anyone else he knew, which was why he didn’t mind acting as a glorified taxi driver. And maybe crushing a little on the side.
Not like he had anything better to do… or anywhere else to go these days, other than spend time with her. In three days he was going to be kicked out of his shitty apartment for missing his rent payments. All he had going for him were his courses, paid for out of an education fund that only covered his classes, nothing else, and… Courtney. She even paid for the gas in his car, bless her soul!
As for everyone else? Well, when they saw a tiny little shrimp-looking dude like him, they instantly dismissed him. He felt like no one cared about a skinny short white dude. Worse, no amount of time spent in the gym seemed to change his physique, so he sort of… gave up on trying after a while. Nowadays, burning calories on things like exercise was too expensive for his shoestring budget. Despite all that he was alright. Surviving. But it certainly didn’t feel good to overhear any commentary when he hung out with her, which was pretty frequent.
Who the hell is that guy?
How’d a little dweeb like him manage to snag a girl like Courtney?
God, she’s gorgeous… crush me with your thighs, please!
Death by snu-snu… heh heh heh.
He smirked ruefully at the memories. Their… ‘relationship’, if you could call it one, wasn’t like that at all. Strictly friends. Best friends, even, since they’d known each other for more than a decade. But his self-confidence had been cratered since high school and he’d never drummed up the courage to ask her out properly.
Would he ever do it? Unlikely. He couldn’t risk losing what he little he had, so he’d eventually came to terms with his fate. Besides, it wasn’t like he could even afford to take her out for a proper date these days anyway. Of course, that didn’t stop him from thinking about her… maybe a little too much. With a stunningly curvy amazonian brunette like Courtney, he wondered who wouldn’t think about her from time to time?
Anyway. He shook his head and turned his attention back to his phone as Courtney’s friends clustered around her, patting her on the back and giving her loads of praise and encouragement. She straightened up with a groan and shrugged the vest off, carefully lowering it to the floor to set it aside instead of dropping it. His ears pricked when he heard her speak.
“Ah jeez…”
She huffed and rolled her shoulders then rubbed at the back of her neck with a grimace.
“This fuckin’ vest is killing me, girls. Hurts like a bitch, and it’s not even heavy enough!”
She made a cute pouty face that looked a little out of place on the tall stacked woman. Emma and Opal stood on either side, nodding along. All three were roughly the same height and build: over six feet, like a trio of goddesses. As far as Elliot knew they were the only girls in his year with physiques like that so it made sense for them to hang out together. I guess that just made him lucky if he got to hang out with them too. Or, in this case, sit in a chair on the far side of the same room while they ignored him.
“You need to find a better way to distribute that weight, honey.”
Opal’s voice was sweet, with a delicate timbre that contrasted with her size.
“Something a bit heavier and a little more… comfortable. Hmm…”
Emma’s voice was a strong tenor, a little brusque if anyone bothered to ask Elliot his opinion. His brows creased at the odd emphasis she made on that one word. Oh no, what did she have in mind now? Out of the three she liked him the least. Opal, well… she just didn’t care enough to bother him in the first place, which certainly didn’t feel great but at least she wasn’t mean about it. Courtney, though. He sighed, thinking about her sweet and slightly overprotective attitude towards him. And also her big cushy butt… Mmm, yes. He zoned out, daydreaming.
“Maybe there’s… someone who can help you out with that. Elliot!”
He jerked back to reality when Emma yelled his name. He sighed again and put his phone away.
“Yeah?”
“C’mere, you little stick insect.”
She gestured condescendingly, patting her thigh like she was calling a pet. He frowned and didn’t get up.
“Emma! Don’t call him that!”
Emma rolled her eyes as Courtney, his bountiful, beautiful angel, jumped to his defense. He grinned hopefully as she turned to face him. Her stunning hazel eyes met his and he couldn’t help but feel a stir of warmth at the attention.
“Emma… has an idea. Think you might be interested?”
He blinked, then shrugged.
“Sure?”
There was a pause as all three of the women stared at him. A fraction of a second too late, he got up to walk over. He heard Opal snicker a little under her breath but chose to ignore it despite the faint flush that rose to his cheeks. He straightened his clothes and puffed out his chest as much as he could to put on a brave front as he approached, his head already tilting back to look up at the three taller woman. A rather mean-looking grin spread over Emma’s face as he got closer.
“Good boy.”
“Emma!”
Courtney elbowed her friend and shot her a glare. Her friend shrugged, undeterred, the smile still on her face as she looked down at Elliot and put her hands on her hips.
“Courtney here needs a little extra training weight and you’re gonna help her out with that. What, you weigh about a hundred pounds, right?”
“Yeah… uh, like, you need me to do a piggy-back or something?”
“Oh, no.”
Emma’s grin got a little wider at that, and a trickle of apprehension slid down his back. Or was that cold sweat? Opal nodded, smiling along too now, but Courtney frowned in confusion.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Elliot nodded, agreeing with her and looked at Emma expectantly. What the hell was she talking about? The raven-haired woman scoffed and turned towards the other two.
“Courtney. You remember last weekend? That thing Serenity and Keith did?”
Courtney frowned again in realization and Opal’s expression brightened in gleeful recognition.
“What, you mean like…”
His best friend glanced at him, then back at Emma, her brows furrowing. She leaned in towards her to hiss under her breath.
“Emma! I can’t do that to Elliot, it’s not fair!”
“Do what to Elliot?”
He spoke loudly, having had no trouble overhearing them talk, they were right in front of him! He put his hands on his hips to try to look tough, glancing from Courtney to glare at Emma, who merely smirked as his friend looked at him again, a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Opal couldn’t hold back, blurting out the fateful words with a cackle.
“She means shove you up her butt!”
She tossed her head back as she laughed. At him, the idea, whatever. The sound echoed through the mostly-empty gym, only the attendant and another girl busy on an exercise bike there. Emma chuckled too as Courtney shot a nervous look around the room and ducked down a little, her face reddening even more.
“Opal! Not so loud. And Emma… what the hell? I told you, it’s not fair. I… I haven’t even done anything like that before.”
“What about that time with Steve from your Calc class? Didn’t look so hard to me.”
“I swallowed him, Emma, that’s totally different. I’m not going to do that to Elliot.”
“Uh, what?”
Elliot picked his jaw up off the floor and managed to jump back into the conversation. What the hell were they talking about? Swallowing? Butts? Courtney stepped closer to wrap a warm, slightly clammy arm around him and crushed him to her side. He grunted but let her hold him for a moment since she’d squished his face up against the side of her boob in the process. Ooh, nice… His thoughts fuzzed into static at the contact.
Wait, no. He mentally shook himself, trying to focus. He’d heard stories; rumors, more than anything else, of students going missing. Wild tales from people who had gone to parties he’d never in a million years get invited to. The thing that surprised him the most was finding out that Courtney had done it herself, and he didn’t even know! His heart sank and he managed to shove himself out of the half-hug and face her accusingly.
“You ate a student?”
Courtney stiffened at his question and cast a glance around the room again. No one else seemed to care about what they were talking about but she still looked anxious about it.
“Y-Yes. But I spat him out again! It was only a dare, I’d had a few drinks…”
Her voice trailed off as Elliot continued to stare at her in disbelief. She looked down, kicking at the floor, then back up at him.
“What’s the matter, shortstop? Upset your ‘crush’ is a pred? Got a problem with that?”
Emma poked him in the chest, which both ruined the moment and hurt a lot more than he was willing to let on. Her words cut the deepest, but by now he knew not to let it show on his face. He looked between Emma and Opal, each clearly expecting him to refuse, then Courtney again. He didn’t care what she was capable of: she was flawless in his eyes. Whatever this was about, he could handle it. For her. He took a deep breath and steeled himself to accept.
“C’mon, I’ve heard the stories, same as anyone else. What’s not fair about it?”
“What’s not- You… you mean you’re willing to do it? Elliot…”
Courtney tilted her head at him, a hint of worry in her eyes. That comforting warmth stirred in him again. She really cared about him! He swallowed nervously. He began to feel a bit exposed under that gaze, like he knew she could see through his bold facade.
“Y-Yeah. I mean, I’ll do it, since it’s you. It’s just for a short time, right? Until your workout is over? It’s not like you can digest me from that end anyway.”
He chuckled weakly at his own ‘joke’. Emma cackled while Courtney continued to stare at him, though now with a more interested, curious expression.
“That’s the spirit, Elly! C’mon, get those clothes off.”
Ah, and now Opal had to wreck the mood this time.
“It’s Elliot.”
He enunciated his name carefully and glared at her but she simply smirked back at him. With forced casualness kicked off one shoe, then the other. He began to undo his belt when Courtney reached out to put her hand on his and stop him.
“Elliot. You’re absolutely sure you want to…?”
“Yeah, whatever. You need the weight to train better, right? I can help with that.”
He brushed her hand away and she drew back, still uncertain. Gulping past a suddenly dry throat, he struggled to suppress the trembling in his fingers as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, leaving his underwear on. Stepping out, he hooked his fingers under his shirt to pull that off too.
“Oh shit, he’s actually gonna do it!”
He heard Opal whisper in disbelief and smirked. Of course he’d do it… for Courtney. There was a vanishingly small list of things wouldn’t do for her. Even if this whole thing was Emma’s idea at first, he trusted his best friend to look out for him. He finished undressing and stood there, shivering a little in the open air.
“Wow, you’re a twig.”
He grit his teeth at Emma’s words and forced himself to glare back at her.
“Not everyone can be a slab of meat like you.”
“Ooooh!”
Opal cheered at his retaliation and he gave her a thin but grateful smile. Emma scowled and stepped closer, really making it clear that she towered over him.
“Just for that, twerp, take those off too.”
She pointed down at his boxer briefs them reached out for them. He slapped his hands over his groin instinctively, then swatted at her hands to fend her off until Courtney stepped in to block her, not-so-gently elbowing her friend back, who giggled nastily. Courtney stood in front of him instead, hunching over a little in a protective manner. His face was mere inches away from the curve of her sizable bust restrained under her black sports bra and top. He could feel the heat radiating off of her with the whole front of his bare body and shivered again.
“You can say no, Elliot…”
She spoke softly enough that only he could hear. He looked up at her and forced himself to nod.
“I’ll… I said I’ll do it. I trust you. Besides, think of the gains.”
He winked, eliciting a giggle from the big woman. A little more relieved, she took a step back. When he had the space he surprised her by sticking his fingers into his waistband and bending over to tug them all the way down. Stepping out of them too he shivered again. He noticed Emma eyeing him up too and blushed, belatedly covering himself, but not before she’d gotten a good long look at his package.
“Not a word.”
Courtney glared at the other girl as if she knew what she was thinking. Emma sneered ever so slightly as she raised her hands defensively, taking a step back. Turning back to him, Courtney sighed and glanced around the gym again.
“So, how are we doing thiiSSS!”
His voice rose an octave as strong arms scooped him up from behind. He looked up to see Opal carrying him and blushed, unexpectedly helpless in her arms.
“C’mon Cee, get those pants down or I’ll do it for you!”
Emma grabbed Elliot’s legs with one hand and his feet with the other as she waited eagerly for Courtney to move. Somewhat reluctantly, his friend turned around as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings. She slowly shimmied them down to her knees, exposing the awesome dual curves of her ass.
Elliot’s eyes went wide at the full glory of her bare rear end. Her thighs were thick, powerfully muscled, dimples defining the backs of her hamstrings and the tops of her glutes. Her cheeks, the perfect blend of fat and muscle, jiggled ever so slightly as she stepped her feet into a ready stance. As Emma approached she bent over a little, arching her back to stick her butt out more.
“Slowly, OK?”
Emma only giggled at Courtney’s last minute request, and without further ado stuck Elliot’s feet between her friend’s cheeks. He sucked in a breath at the contact, the heat of those massive muscles on his bare skin both a shock and surprisingly welcome compared to the chill of the gym. Her skin was still slightly sweaty, too, which made things surprisingly slick within her crack and let his toes slip past without any difficulty.
“Agh, cold cold cold!”
Courtney stiffened and struggled not to jerk away. With a huff she managed to settle again, glowering over her shoulder at him. He grinned sheepishly back for a moment before Emma’s insistent thrusts drew his attention back to the incredible sensations.
She’d simply shoved his feet in. Rather than provide an obstacle, the supple band of Courtney’s sphincter spread wide as if eager to accept him. His jaw dropped at just how easy she could take even that much, and judging from the pleased moan she let out it was clear she wanted more. Hopefully she could take more… As his heels slid in, the inside of her ass constricted around his ankles, roomy enough within her to wiggle his feet around a little to get them comfortable. The movement made her gasp in delight and let out another longer moan.
“H-Have you done this before?”
He tried to crack a joke as he jerked in another few inches, but she didn’t respond. Emma only huffed and shoved harder like she wanted to shut him up and get rid of him as soon as possible. Opal was silent, intensely watching the process as she helped carry him along. Courtney moaned again, deeper and throatier this time, and after a surge of motion his feet jammed up against some inner sphincter and brought him to a halt.
Noticing the change, Opal lowered him to get him at a better angle then leaned in to push again. Penetrating deeper, his toes poked past an even tighter squishy opening inside along with a surprised happy gasp from Courtney, the wet heat of her body forcing his feet to tuck together, truly enclosing him completely as he slipped in with an inescapable silky smoothness.
“Ooh, yeah, take him…”
Emma murmured as she fed his legs in hand over hand. He quivered, partially from the chill and partially from the sheer erotic thrill of entering Courtney in such an intimate way. Her innards were seductively soft but with a strength and resilience that his limbs couldn’t even budge. Instead, the curve of her anal passage forced his feet through one bend then another, her guts contorting to accept him. Or was it the other way around?
Courtney groaned, savoring the deep filling sensation of Elliot’s legs slipping inside her. His skin pressed delightfully warm against and within her, enhanced by the shape and texture of his body rubbing up between between her cheeks. Past a short distance the more it became a tight pressure, growing and swelling within her moment by moment but never reaching the point of being uncomfortable. It was… totally new, each little wiggle and squirm he did sent rippling movements through her belly, tickling points of pleasure deep inside her that she’d never had a chance to experience before.
She took another quick look over her shoulder and nearly choked in surprise to see Elliot already so far inside her. She looked down at her belly, pressing a hand against the slightly rounded shifting lumps of his feet under the thick soft flesh of her middle. She couldn’t help but enjoy the movement as he slowly filled her up, becoming an oddly soothing sort of pressure that gradually and relentlessly increased with each breath.
The sensation was unbelievable, unique, overpowering. He watched her spread wider and wider in awe as his knees entered. His toes bumped up against a more acute curve inside her and he groaned, forced to twist and bend to ease the strain from Opal and Emma’s insistent shoving and continue. He was so skinny compared to Courtney’s bodacious booty that the whole girth of his body barely even looked like it was a strain on her. In moments her rump claimed his thighs and approached his hips.
She groaned, squeezing down against the strain as his feet wedged ever deeper into the depths of her body. Rather than push him out, pressure clamped down on all sides, holding him firmly in place. Opal paused to let Courtney paw desperately at the weightlifter’s belt secured about her waist until she finally managed to unbuckle it with a whoosh of breath.
The snugness of the tube constricting his legs barely eased yet she still moaned in relief, rubbing a hand over her belly as the speed of his entry began to pick back up again. He couldn’t tell how much of a bulge he made in her from this angle but the hint of her touch rolling over him felt amazing. He found himself relaxing into the stroke, becoming more and more familiar and intimate with each moment as the growing warmth spread upwards over him.
“Oh? Is this turning you on?”
He flushed as Emma jeered at him and looked away, gritting his teeth, not stooping to reply. She chuckled at his silence and shoved harder, roughly stuffing his hips and now fully-erect package between Courtney’s squished-out cheeks.
That incredible heat slipped up to claim his member, making him groan as she enclosed that part of him too. Her insides caressed his length, just a gentle hint of friction to give the slick wetness of her body against him a little extra oomph. Adding to it were the growing swells of pressure, the gentle heaving of each of her breaths, generating an almost liquid sort of rippling surge that seemed to encourage him to sink him deeper and deeper.
“Ahh, fuck-!”
He swore under his breath as her ring crept up past his waist and under his ribs. Her interior gripped him completely, her flesh pressing in and constricting him like a living sleeping bag. Still, she accommodated, his toes yet to reach “bottom”. He reached out and caressed the arching curves of her rump on either side of him, feeling her skin prickle with goosebumps under his careful touch. Her already impressive size was amplified by this position, and more: he could look up between her legs at her middle, and what he could see there astounded him.
It barely looked like she had most of his body tucked inside her! He just… fit. Perfectly, like… like he was meant to be there. He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them again as Opal gently but firmly tucked his arms against his sides. He let her, giving in completely, as his elbows, then upper arms, then shoulders gradually sank into Courtney’s springy capacious butt.
“There.”
To his disappointment Opal stopped, taking her hand off the top of his head where she had been pushing as Courtney groaned and straightened up.
“Wha…?”
The brunette seemed out of it, dazed, her cheeks flushed pink. Though, she recovered reasonably quickly, looking back over her shoulder once more to see only Elliot’s red-faced head wedged up between her cheeks.
“Oh, h-hey there…”
She waggled her fingers at him, an odd look in her eyes. Either he was too embarrassed or too overwhelmed to respond, merely staring back at her with a rapturous expression.
“You’re doing great back there, Elliot.”
She shook her rump from side to side to settle the shape of his shoulders better into the inside of her pelvis.
“Juuuust great.”
She echoed under her breath as she squeezed a little, trying not to tug him too much deeper. She sighed, doing a few tentative twists and turns, then stepped over in view of a mirror. Her stride was awkward at first but quickly grew more confident as she got used to him being there. She struck a few poses, admiring the shape of her body from a few angles, running a hand over the swell of her belly and the curve of her butt. She looked somewhat chubby, but other than that… it really wasn’t obvious at all! Except for the head sticking out between her cheeks, of course.
She made eye contact with him as she brought her hand up to rest on his short-cropped brown hair. He knew what was coming. To her surprise he didn’t protest, instead closing his eyes and appearing to smile at the touch. She returned the smile then pushed, shoving him further bit by bit until only the top of his head and his nose were still visible between her cheeks. She nodded with satisfaction, pulling her leggings back up over her butt, enclosing him completely. Tugging them up to get them seated properly, her eyes widened in glee to find his head almost invisible squashed up between her cheeks.
“Ooh, that’s not bad at all!”
Courtney cooed, bouncing up and down. Elliot wobbled up and down at the same time, making her breath hitch as his extra mass made her belly swing around a little. No, that won’t do. She experimentally clenched her abs , the soft definitions of her core standing out for a moment, holding him in place. Ah, that’s much bet-
SMACK!
“Ah~! Heyyyyy…”
Courtney hopped away with a squeak and whined, rubbing at the cheek where Emma had just slapped it with considerable strength.
“C’mon, you’re not done yet. Get back on that rack, let’s see you do twenty now.”
“R-Right.”
Courtney nodded and smirked, punching one fist into the palm of her other hand as she walked over to the chin up bar again. Wiggling her butt, she flexed her legs and crouched. For a moment Elliot’s head poked out a little further, pressing the upper part of his face against the inside of her leggings. It was hard to tell what sort of imprint it made with the dark fabric.
Then she jumped, her cheeks slamming together as she reached for the bar over her head. Or they would’ve slammed together had his head not been in the way. There was time for him to let out one short yelp before they clamped down on his skull, a spike of crushing pressure that instantly vanished as he shot up inside her far enough for her butt to nearly close over top. Then her hands met the bar and she dropped, hanging there for a moment, relaxing her shoulders, coincidentally letting him slide back out a few inches as he instinctively squirmed, the shift making her moan.
“Ooh, fuck, he’s really moving around…”
“I don’t see you moving! Let’s go!”
Emma was relentless, giving Courtney another solid whack on the rump as the girl hauled herself up into the air with a grunt to avoid it. Elliot could feel the ripple of the strike through the cheek and against his face, Courtney clenching a little in reaction and pressing down around his head.
She completed the exercise, the swaying motion of her body almost lulling him to sleep. He fell into a sort of haze instead, the squishy heat surrounding him perfectly matching his own, filling him with a sense of safety and comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. The insistent heavy pounding of her heartbeat throbbed all over his body, his own heart hammering as it tried to synchronize itself. Breathing was possible but a little difficult, huffing breaths between reps almost as if it was her diaphragm pushing the air in and out of his lungs. Rather than fight it he let her body guide him and closed his eyes.
Courtney finished the pull-ups, switching to box jumps, then lunges, Opal joining in as Emma led the three of them through the rest of their punishing workout. They got so into it that by the end they were all sweaty and exhausted, in a good way, charged with endorphins from burning off a good chunk of their considerable energy.
After a quick jog on the treadmill to warm down they made their way back to the change rooms. The muscular brunette was busy rinsing her hair off in the shower when Opal caught sight of a shifting bulge on her friend’s side and spoke up, pointing.
“Oh, hey, you think he made it?
“Huh?”
Courtney wiped the water away and stared at Opal, who started to grin.
“Oh shit, Elliot!”
Courtney lurched out of the water, grabbing for her towel as she hurriedly dried herself off. She tried to twist to look behind her, but couldn’t really see anything. She bent over a little and spread herself at Opal, whose eyes went wide at the sight of the brown-haired top of Elliot’s head clenched tight between Courtney’s massive cheeks.
She pushed, careful to be gente, forcing his head out until his nose poked free. His nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath but he didn’t open his eyes. After holding him there for a moment she relaxed and he wriggled a little, settling back in again.
“Hrm, he’s just sleeping?”
Opal seemed surprised by that, but it was good news from Courtney’s point of view. Emma stepped back in to the showers, curious, her eyebrows lifting in surprise as she spotted the wet-haired dome jutting out from her friend’s ass.
“Oh, he’s still alive.”
Emma sounded disappointed. Courtney hissed back at her.
“Of course he’s alive.”
“Psssh, damn, I think it’s working, though! Looking good, girl!”
Opal giggled, stepping in close to run a hand alongside one of Courtney’s cheeks. The curve of her damp skin gleamed in the steamy light of the showers, showing a bit of definition at the thigh. Opal had to bite her cheek to suppress the urge to bend down and kiss it, a faint flush to her cheeks at the thought.
“I’m jealous… maybe I can convince Derek to try that out…”
“Hah! Fat chance, he’s way bigger than that little shrimp.”
Emma scoffed at Opal’s idea, who aimed a punch at her in response. She danced away from it, giggling, while Courtney stammered a retort, her cheeks flushed, trying to think of a non-insulting term to describe his physique.
“H-Hey! Elliot isn’t a shrimp! He’s just… uh…”
“Heavy?”
Opal interrupted curiously. Courtney frowned, then waggled her head.
“Sort of? I’ve kind of gotten used to it now… though I’m gonna be super sore tomorrow… Damn, Emma, didn’t we do legs yesterday?”
“Yeah, and?”
Courtney huffed at her friend’s sassy reply and straightened up, shaking out her thighs as she headed over to the change area to get dressed.
Back in the main lobby of the fitness center, the girls looked at each other and then at the pouring rain rattling against the entrance outside.
“Uh… Didn’t Elliot drive us here?”
Opal looked expectantly at Courtney, who blushed, fighting the urge to look down at her belly where she could feel him still resting inside her before answering.
“I-I’m sure he won’t mind if we… borrowed his car for a bit.”
She bit her lip as she patted down the pockets of her jacket.
“No keys, though… where’s his stuff?”
She glanced back at the fitness center and sighed.
“Ah, right… We just… left it all there. Be right back.”
She ducked back into the main gym area through the visitor area, finding the lonely untouched bundle of Elliot’s jacket along with his phone and keys. His clothes were over on the other side and rather than discard them she decided to go over and pick them up, stuffing them into her bag along with his other stuff, the keys jingling in her hand.
Feeling strangely guilty, she rejoined her friends in the outer area and braced to endure the weather. Hustling across the parking lot, she used the remote to unlock the doors in advance for the other two girls then hauled open the driver’s side door. A quick pull of the adjustment lever sent the seat flying all the way back to its maximum distance as the rain pounded down on her shoulders and head.
Practically throwing herself into the car, she sat down and immediately jammed her belly awkwardly up against the steering wheel with a grunt.
“Ooof!”
She reached out to re-adjust the steering wheel to its max height, giving her gut a lot more room. It was a lot more obvious he was in there sitting down like this, though surprisingly his head didn’t really cause any issues despite being wedged tight underneath her on the seat. She paused, waiting to see if he was going to move, but he didn’t. But, there was a faint draft of air flowing past her parts down there and she smiled.
Shifting around to get a bit more comfortable while her friends buckled in, she started the car and drove off. Opal lived nearest, so she dropped her off at her house first, then Emma over by one of her classes on-campus, leaving her alone with his car. She had a class to get to and thankfully she knew she’d paid for his car’s unlimited parking pass. It wouldn’t be too hard to find a spot though she’d still have to brave the rain again.
Shutting off the vehicle, she sat there for a moment, watching the rivulets of water pour off the windshield. She found herself idly rubbing at her belly, feeling the faintly shifting bulges of Elliot resting deep inside her under the fabric of her top. Her jacket was unbuttoned, leaving room for the slight swell of his shape on her front.
The self-massage felt good, and it wasn’t until her phone buzzed from a text that she snapped out of it. Shit! Already a few minutes late for class. She hauled herself out of the low-slung seat of the car and locked the door behind her as she speed-walked to the building, her head and shoulders hunched against the rain. She tucked the jacket over her belly, just able to button it back up over top, though it was pretty tight.
She hustled through the hall on her way to the class, her cheeks swaying from side to side. She could really feel Elliot’s head grinding back and forth there when she walked. A nice texture, though, on the smoother side rather than rough… and not at all uncomfortable. Almost worth prolonging the walk…
All too soon she found herself at the right room and quietly entered to find a spot in the back next to one of her classmates. Tugging off the jacket, she shook off any remaining drops of water and cast it round behind the seat before carefully sitting down. The other girl eyed her up as she did so, her gaze hovering for just a fraction of a second too long on her butt, then glanced away with a faint flush to her cheeks.
The class went by without any issues apart from the occasional slight wiggle from Elliot inside her every now and then. At first she thought it wasn’t going to be that bad but after a while it got incredibly distracting! The class seemed to drag on and on. Was it just her, or was the professor extra boring today? The other girl kept glancing at her every now and then, too, but Courtney couldn’t tell why. Maybe she was the one wiggling around, making too much noise. She focused on sitting still but that just made it worse.
After an agonizing forty minutes the class ended. She stood up with a relieved sigh that got a little too close to a moan towards the end as Elliot slid a little further inside her in the process. She blushed, relaxing to let him back out again, enjoying the sensation of his head pressing out against the inside of her panties. She blushed, thinking about what would happen if anyone saw that, glad to be wearing a short skirt which let her hide it better rather than a tight pair of leggings. She felt warm, almost sweaty again, and after being damp from the rain earlier she was beginning to get uncomfortable again. Good thing this was the last class of the day… all she had to do now was get home.
As she left she didn’t fail to notice the gaze of the girl sitting beside her admiring her butt again, or what felt like half the class watching her go as well. She was no stranger to attention but she was still worried that someone was about to suddenly speak up and accuse her of what she’d done. She held one hand over her belly in an almost protective gesture as she headed straight for the exit, unintentionally bumping into one or two people on the way.
She made it out and headed back to her apartment with no other issues, though parking Elliot’s car and walking up without his usual quips felt really strange. She clenched down on him just to reassure herself he was still there and felt a distinct squirm in response.
“Elliot…”
She murmured his name, pulling off her clothes piece by piece as she let her front door close behind her. She strode over to the bathroom, stopping by the hall mirror to admire her naked body. Mmm, she did look good, didn’t she? She flexed at her reflection and grinned, then twisted a little to show off her ass. She ran one hand down one cheek then pulled it aside, exposing the top of his head again. She repeated his name, louder this time.
“Elliot?”
His name floated to him as if echoing from far away. He blinked, stirring awake from a wonderful dream. His eyes bleary, opening them to find himself looking down at… carpet? It looked familiar. He attempted to move and only wriggled a little instead, his entire body restrained somehow by something squishy yet incredibly strong.
Wait a minute, what the hell? Was he stuck? His dream had been like this… He remembered being delivered to Courtney on a platter then slowly fed to her. But instead of swallowing she’d held him there in her throat, leaving only his head free, taunting him with the possibility of being fully consumed…
“Elliot!”
Wait, that wasn’t a dream! Or rather… it wasn’t her mouth he’d been fed to…
“Courtney?”
He lifted his head just enough to free his mouth and speak, realizing he was upside down, his face poking out of a valley of… ass. His skin prickled, on the cusp of being sweaty, just enough to let him shift slickly inside her. Surprisingly, despite the awkward position he’d ended up in, he found himself… comfortable, held in a way that didn’t feel like he was about to fall out anytime soon. He sighed, relaxing into the warmth, enjoying the hot musky smell of her body surrounding him.
“Oh no you don’t. Elliot! Stay with me here.”
He forced his eyes back open as Courtney squeezed down on him and spoke again. He tried to wiggle and turn, or something, but couldn’t.
“W-Where… am I at your place?”
“Yes…”
Her answer was surprisingly subdued. His mind slowly ratcheted back up to speed. If she was at home, that meant… she’d finished at the gym. He didn’t remember any of that.
“What time is it?”
“Four thirty.”
He jerked at her response. Three hours! He’d already been inside her for, like, half the day! She moaned at his sudden squirming and with some effort held himself still.
“I-I was gonna have a shower. But I wanted to check on you, make sure you were still…”
“OK? I’ve been in your ass for hours!”
He tried to yell, but it may have been too harsh because she winced and clenched down on him a little. He attempted to ignore how good that felt as his mind raced, working on figuring out how to respond to all this.
“Right, yeah… I, uh, kinda like… having you in there?”
Her voice trailed off and he blinked again. She liked it? He shivered and didn’t say anything. After a moment he still hadn’t replied so she sighed and let go of the cheek she was holding. It squished up against his face with a nice wobble, enclosing him a bit and making him squirm to get free again.
“A-aah, oops… Uh, I’m gonna have a shower. Do you want me to let you out first?”
Without waiting for him to answer she turned to head into the bathroom. He bobbed up and down with each of her steps, the floor below him moving away from carpet to tile. The sound of the shower filled the air, then steam. Let him out? He… he was relaxed, for once in his life. Carefree. Safe… He realized he actually didn’t want to leave. Though she probably did. It wasn’t like he could stay in here forever, was it? Right? People don’t… They don’t…
“Elliot?”
She prompted him and he jerked out of his thoughts again. Still torn between what he thought he should do versus what he wanted to do, he dragged out the response.
“Uuhhhh… Yeees?”
“OK.”
Any further thought became impossible as Courtney squeezed down all over him, sending a rippling wave sliding up from his toes all the way to his shoulders. With a heavy wet squish he slipped out a little further, his shoulders cramming together as she forced him back out through the muscular band of her sphincter. The air was forced from his lungs to fit, his joints creaking as he jammed through, but he held as still as he could to not wiggle too much and possibly overstimulate her.
She grunted, letting out an exhale as she relaxed and bent over to lean against her sink before tensing up again for the next round. This time when she pushed his upper arms slid out, the cool misty air of the bathroom like ice on his bare skin. He couldn’t help but shiver as more and more of his torso emerged until he could finally stretch out his arms.
“Aaaahhh…”
He groaned, extending his arms, then overbalanced and flailed as more and more of his body slid free, gliding easily with a combination of sweat and slime. The pace accelerated as he essentially tumbled out of her, dumping out head first to land in a limp heap on the bathmat beneath her.
He struggled to get his legs under him, finding his limbs weak and unresponsive until her strong warm hands hooked under his shoulders and easily lifted him up into the air. He managed to stand, already shivering in the air as she tentatively let go of him.
“C’mon, let’s get you into the shower…”
A gentle push directed him into the steamy warmth of the shower stall and he staggered straight into the stream of nearly scalding hot water. He hissed, hopping out to turn the heat down, then squawked as Courtney stepped up behind him, forcing him to rush back into the shower to stay ahead of her.
The stall was tiny with the two of them in it, not very much extra space at all, and he ended up pressed against one wall to make room for his much larger friend. Water cascaded off her chest, spraying against his face and making him splutter. He tilted his head away and wiped it off, looking up to see her staring down at him with a curious sort of faraway look in her eyes.
“Uh, Courtney?”
At his words she shook herself, coming back to the present.
“S-Sorry. It’s… I dunno. It’s been an interesting day.”
“Ah, haha. I get that.”
He grinned ruefully. They looked at each other for a moment until it started to get a little awkward. She glanced to the side over at the… Soap, right, should probably get clean. He quickly rinsed himself off, then on a whim turned to her and made a gesture with the bar. She smiled gratefully, turning around to present her back to him.
The soap left trails of bubbles as he attended to her, running his hands over her well-muscled shoulders, then down to the thick pillar of her waist. Her skin quivered and twitched under his touch as his fingers trailed past her middle, then lower… Stroking down her butt with both hands, he spent extra time there making sure he got every inch nicely covered, then set the soap aside to allow the water to rinse it all off.
As the bubbles ran clear the shape of her rear filled his vision. Here it was: right in front of him in all its naked beauty. Her skin felt like silk under his palms as he caressed all around the perfect curve of its shape, exploring all he could reach from this side, the memory of the touch searing itself into his brain. He lost himself in that admiration, remembering the sensation of her glorious body completely enclosing him, being entirely… well, almost entirely inside her… Absolutely incredible…
“Uh, Elliot?”
The sound of her voice saying his name brought him back. He blinked, realizing that he had both his hands way up between her cheeks, her butt spread wide around his forearms. A deep pink crevasse gaped wide before him, the intoxicating allure of her innards right there before him. Oh shit, what was he doing? He jolted back, quickly yanking his arms out, rubbing the water and slime off them again, his face burning with embarrassment.
“No, no, it’s… it’s OK.”
Courtney looked down at Elliot, her own face flushed bright with desire. She’d suddenly noticed just how… empty her butt felt without him inside it. Even just his arms was enough to bring those sensations… those urges… rushing back to her anew. She chewed a lip, unsure of how to word the question that was burning on her tongue, but before she could open her mouth to try he asked first.
“Courtney… I… Can I go back… in? To… stay?”
Her eyes went wide at his shy request. He… he really wanted to stay in her? She stared down at him and tilted her head, but he stared right back, more confident in that one thing than she’d ever seen him before.
“Um. You… Ah.”
She simply couldn’t argue with that resolute expression. She looked around the shower, unsure of what to do, or say, when he simply sat down on the floor of the shower then laid back to stick his feet up into the air, offering himself to her. The way her body loomed over him prevented the water from splattering onto his face but he still had to blink away the spray from the droplets running off her body.
Blushing, she stared down at his eager face for a fraction of a second until she could no longer resist. Before she could regret it she turned around again and spread her cheeks. Squatting down, his slapped against the inner cleft of her butt then in, instantly slipping past her sphincter and into her body. She sucked in a gasp and a good part of his legs too as she lowered down, letting him help by squirming in deeper until she was crouched almost completely on top of him.
Then she clenched, squeezing hard on his thighs just above his knees. She went to stand back up but he started to slip out again so she reached back and held on to his hips instead. Staying in a half-crouch, she helped feed his body into her rear end while he propped himself up, carefully twisting and turning to make sure he slotted himself back into her the exact same way as before.
Oh god! She shuddered, feeling him fill her back up again, hitting all those perfect spots of pressure deep throughout her belly. So good, so… right. Past his hips, then inch by inch cramming his torso back up into her rump, growing tighter as his shoulders approached… Cresting to a moment of pure bliss at the pinnacle of the stretch… And then she was past his widest part. She moaned, her butt claiming him once more, her cheeks settling back in around his neck as his head nestled up between her cheeks. She squeezed one more time, drawing his body up the last few inches until he was fully tucked in snug inside her again.
She shut off the water and just squatted there for a moment while she recovered, letting him wiggle and squirm until he’d settled himself to his satisfaction. Pressing a palm to her belly, she leaned heavily against one wall to stay steady as she slowly stood back up. Her thighs quaked with a combination of exhaustion from her earlier workout along with the stimulation of carrying an entire human in her booty.
“You said you wanted to… stay?”
She asked as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel to dry off. He merely nodded, the wiggling sensation making her breath hitch slightly.
“This is more than just… training. It’s like I’m-”
“Meant to be inside me.”
“- you. Yeah.”
She joined in and they finished their sentences at the same time, then paused. Her skin prickled as she finally understood just how closely his desire matched hers. At the thought she clenched down a little again, gently clutching at his head, then rubbed at her belly to feel the familiar shape of his body held tight within hers.
“I… I can do that.”
Courtney shifted on her seat to ease the numbness caused by the uncomfortable wooden chair as she tried to focus on the wording of the question on the final exam laid out before her. Ugh, she’d studied so hard, and this test was still kicking her ass!
Speaking of… She gently clutched her rump down around Elliot’s head, comforted as usual by his warm ever-present shape inside her. It had been more than a month and a half since that fateful day in the gym, and yes, he really had helped provide some serious gains. She was even starting to outpace Emma, which was a major accomplishment!
Her friends made jokes about it at first, but they eventually stopped as it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere. She’d taken care of his old apartment and moved all his stuff into hers. She had debated selling it… After all, it wasn’t like he needed it anymore. She preferred having him here with her, always. More than anything or anyone else it was him that gave her strength… and confidence. Assurance.
If anyone else noticed the weight she carried about her middle they never mentioned it. At least, not to her face. Not even when she wore a dress, or a bikini, like that one time she went to a pool party with her friends. Considering the looks Emma and Opal had shot her the entire time, she thought for sure someone was going to notice! But no.
Just right. She smiled, writing down the answer to the question on the test.