An exercise in breaking someone

New Workout Plan FFF/m

Sherbet Riley

Nov 20, 2022

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Callie groaned as She attempted to will her body into action. Everything was sore, even after six months of “self improvement.” Yesterday had been her rest day, and a glorious one at that. She’d stayed in bed and watched four movies in a row, ate leftover chicken and rice for dinner. But today she could not stay in bed, despite her body’s best efforts to keep her there.

There had been a time when Callie would have happily given up and spent the whole day in bed. Ever since She started working from home it had become increasingly common for her to not leave her bedroom until close to noon when her stomach finally compelled her to get up and eat.

She’d gotten the job straight out of university, exactly as Callie predicted She would. After all, She’d worked for the same company as an unpaid intern the previous summer. At the time her friends had gently teased her about being broke and living off of frozen dumplings. But Callie was knowledgable, hungry, and had made a good impression on her superiors in her time as an intern. The people who interviewed her fondly remembered her Bulldog tie, her red skirt, attention to detail, and punctuality. Over the years, Callie became a dependable presence in the office and her hard work saw her promoted twice in five years. Of course, she had larger ambitions, but these people had been good to her and the money was right, especially for someone so young.

Then the company realized they could save quite a bit of money on office space by shifting everyone to remote work.

For Callie and so Many others, working from home had been a novel and welcome experience, at least at first. All of the things that Callie had disliked about going to work — getting up early, sitting in traffic, dealing with annoying co-workers, more traffic on the way home — had suddenly been removed from the equation. Not only was She saving money on gas, lunch, and dry cleaning, but She had been more productive as well. Within the first month Callie had figured out that She could get pretty much all her work done in about three to four hours, freeing up the rest of her day for video games and attempting viral cooking recipes.

It didn’t take long before the novelty wore off. Callie ran out of video games to play and patience for the dishes. She was often bored and increasingly lonely. Callie hadn’t appreciated just how much of her socializing was done at the bar after work, how Many of her conversations revolved around petty office gossip and weekend retellings. When Callie did see people or receive a call from her parents, She realized She had very little to talk about. All of a sudden it felt as though her life had gotten very small indeed.

Once summer hit, Callie found herself having a beer around 4pm, just before She was officially “off the clock.” As the temperatures rose, this became a 2pm beer. Then a lunchtime beer. Then a morning shower beer.

Callie had never been much of a drinker, but the gradual haze of inebriation brought fresh novelty to her days spent at home staring at the same four walls. She wasn’t getting wasted, necessarily, but She was now actively maintaining a buzz for most of the day. It didn’t take long before She began to notice an effect. When Callie went on dates now her shirts felt too tight and her belt buckle would bite into her waist. She noticed how bloated her face looked on company Zooms and started turning her camera off whenever She could help it.

Her wake up call came when She returned home to her parents’ house for the holidays. Callie had gained nearly forty pounds by that point and could see just how shocked her parents were by her appearance. They didn’t say anything, of course, but they didn’t have to. She’d always been “such a skinny little thing” as her babysitter Diana liked to say whenever she teased her, and her parents were quite slender themselves. It was just the kick in the pants Callie needed.

Like countless others before her, Callie made a bargain with herself. When the new year rolled around and the holiday cookies had been put away, She would fully devote herself to getting her life back on track. Callie was still young, after all. her body could bounce back pretty quickly. Better She start now than in middle age.

In the days leading up to the new year Callie started small: sit ups, push ups, some light yoga for variety. She bought new shoes, a watch that could monitor her heart rate and sleep habits. She stared eating breakfast again and drinking more water. By the time the new year arrived, Callie was practically chomping at the bit to hit the gym and get started.

It was rough going at first. Callie hadn’t appreciated just how out of shape She was. Even the stair master was giving her trouble! This was Callie’s first experience going to a gym since university and She had been more nervous about it than She’d anticipated. But to her pleasant surprise, everyone had been quite friendly. Helpful, even. They were happy to spot her, give her gentle pointers, and encourage her on her journey. It didn’t take long before the community at Callie’s gym filled in for the office in the structure of her life. The gym was now where She went to talk about the movie She saw that weekend, the game, that viral air fryer recipe.

So Callie stuck with it and, much as She had with the drinking, it didn’t take long for her to start seeing results.

Really, She felt it before She saw it. It had gotten easier to get out of bed in the morning. Callie had more energy, a healthier appetite, and even her skin looked better. Over the course of a few months, Callie shed nearly twenty pounds, most of which was a result of her abstaining from **** entirely. Next came welcome definition in her arms, her calves. She fit into her old clothes again, had even used some of the money She saved to spring for new ones that better suited her new (and perhaps eventual) physique. She felt even her large breasts had become firmer as Callie was even waking up with erect nipples and wet spots in her smaller g-strings again. Though, if She was being honest with herself, Callie wasn’t positive if that had anything to do with her new exercise regimen or…

During her time working from home, Callie had developed something of a porn habit — not addiction, She insisted to herself. “Habit” sounded dignified, old school, respectable, something William S. Burroughs might have had.

Callie had always been a compulsive masturbator, even before being introduced to the internet. How Many nights had She spent under the covers, pleasuring herself over and over again to thoughts of beautiful women having their way with her. She had long known that she was a lesbian. This had only been exacerbated by the privacy that working from home had afforded her. As She got older, this habit had been tamed some. For much of her adult life Callie had been a morning/night masturbator. In the morning when She awoke and at night before She went to sleep. It was more frequent known for her to go on all fours , her fingers finding those right spots as something brush against her cheeks.

Frustratingly, as She began taking better care of herself physically, Callie found that the women She was attracting were far more interested in being dominated by her rather than dominating her. Ever since She was a teenager, She’d fantasized about surrendering her body and mind to a woAmazon — or women — that knew what She needed better than She did.

These fantasies had only grown more potent since She started spending more time at home.

As She indulged in her fantasies within the privacy of her home, Callie had found herself dreaming bigger. It was no longer just one woAmazon having her way with her, but two, sometimes three. What they did to her varied depending on her mood, but in every instance they were teasing her, talking to her. The women would make her beg for their touch, then scream for them to stop. They were never mean to her, per se, but they talked down to her, condescended to her, babied her. They told her that She was small, that She was helpless, weak. Ticklish. All things Callie believed — and in some cases, knew — to be true about herself deep down.

What made the fantasy so powerful to Callie was how little She needed to be prodded before She broke. While others fantasized about being flogged or spanked to weaken their resolve, making a show of their resistance, Callie got an erotic thrill from just how easy it would be for the women to break her. They didn’t need to hurt her or even be mean to her. All it would take was a few pokes to her tummy and a few hot words breathed into the red shell of her ear.

As vivid as these fantasies became, Callie was astounded by how potent they’d become during this period of actualization. In addition to her newfound discipline with diet and exercise, Callie hoped to ween herself off her dependance on pornography and self-pleasure. She’d read online about the benefits of self-regulation and abstinence. Callie personally thought that a lot of those people were nuts, but She did believe there was something to the idea of taming the Amazonic masturbator within.

Shockingly, Callie found this habit the hardest to break. Masturbation had always been her primary method of self-soothing, the bookends to her day. Making matters more difficult, was how her new physique had enhanced her already feverish fantasies of ticklish, feeble submission. Before, when She’d been doughy and low-energy, the taunts her imaginary mistresses threw at her were obvious observations, things one could tell at her from a glance, at least in Callie’s mind. But now that She’d lost weight and gained some definition, the teases and taunts cut deeper, aroused her further, because it felt as though they really knew her.

The first few weeks of curbing her most sacred of rituals were the hardest. At first She’d tried going cold turkey. This lasted maybe two days before Callie found herself stuck in traffic and found herself reading erotica on her phone to pass the time. By the time She got home She was so worked up She could barely park straight in her driveway.

Thus Callie began the slow, frustrating process of weening herself off her pleasure habit. First She allowed herself a solitary bean flick per day. Then every other day. By the time Callie began to notice a physical change in herself, She’d winnowed her masturbation down to twice a week — once during the week and once over the weekend. When She did choose to indulge, the process took on something of a ceremonial air.

No longer as dependent on pornography as She used to be, Callie had rediscovered the fertility of her own imagination. It didn’t take much to get her going these days, and besides, her latest fantasies had found a new cast of characters that excited her more than any porn starlet or amateur fetish model ever could.

When Callie first started going to the gym She tried to be as small and anonymous as possible. She didn’t want anyone to notice her form, or lack thereof, as She struggled to get a handle on how all the machines worked and which muscles they strengthened. But her desire to remain anonymous did nothing to dampen her awareness of those around her. It was on her second visit to the gym that She first saw Tricia.

She privately thought of her as the Queen of the Stair Master. It seemed like whenever Callie arrived at the gym Tricia was already there, climbing the stairway of some imaginary skyscraper. Tricia kept her light brown hair in a tight ponytail that would swing this way and that, like a metronome with every step she climbed. Callie would find herself occasionally mesmerized by it, losing count of how Many reps She’d actually completed. Her arms were toned but it was her legs and ass that got the most attention, and not just from her exercises.

Callie had watched numerous men approach her — some more respectful than others — only to be shot down. Truthfully, Callie was relieved to see her rebuff these advances, but not without reflecting on her own chances with Tricia. There was no guarantee that Tricia was into women. But the Adonises failed so, Callie reasoned, maybe she had a chance?

She’d spent much of her rest day thinking of her, idly touching herself without intention during her movie marathon in bed. In Many ways she was her ideal — the girl next door with a bit of a mean streak. Not that rejecting the advances of her fellow gym-goers was “mean” necessarily, but it suggested a backbone and assertiveness that piqued her submissive fantasies.

And now She was struggling to get out of bed. It took her nearly thirty minutes to summon the will to pull herself out of bed.

When Callie arrived at the gym, She was shocked to see that Tricia wasn’t in her usual spot. For the first time since She started working out, it seemed She had arrived before her. Perhaps it was out of a sense of novelty or a desire to feel close to her, but Callie decided to begin that day’s workout on Tricia’s stair master.

Twenty minutes into her hike, a small hand came to rest upon her machine.

“You’re in my spot.”

Though her tone was light and familiar, it was clear she wanted it back.

“Oh, sorry…” Callie huffed, doing her best to look unbothered by her 36th flight of stairs. “I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did.” Tricia smiled, revealing a set of dimples that made Callie’s knees buzz. “You see me here all the time.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Sure,” she deadpanned as her eyes scanned her up and down. “What’s your name?”

“Callie.”

“Tricia.”

“I know.”

“So you had noticed.”

Checkmate. If Callie’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from her workout, her blushing would have been painfully obvious.

Tricia took pity on the poor lady and stuck out her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Callie.”

There was something in the way she said “pleasure” that made Callie feel dizzy. She told herself it was from the high intensity of her workout on a nearly empty stomach. She took her hand in hers to shake. Upon taking her hand, Tricia suddenly pulled her towards her.

Unprepared and off-balance, Callie stumbled off the stair master. Tricia put her free hand up, bracing it against her chest to keep her from falling. For a split second Callie’s brain malfunctioned, lagging behind reality. Her hand felt cool on her skin, pressing into her already sweat soaked shirt.

“Careful there,” she said, smiling at her mischievously. “First time?”

“No. I’ve tripped lots of times.”

Tricia laughed at this, flashing a set of white teeth. Callie realized this was the first time She’d seen her smile. It felt as though someone had brightened the lights in the room and her heart was racing. And it had nothing to do with the stair master.

“That’s good.”

“No, just honest.”

Tricia smiled at her again, looking her up and down. Callie had never felt this smooth before. Her eyes were simply on Callie’s larger bust. Was She really pulling it off? Was this the magic, newfound confidence that She’d been working toward these past few months? Had her self-perception caught up to her new physique?

Tricia wiped her hand on her pants, ridding her palm of the residual sweat from Callie’s shirt.

“I’ve seen you around here for a little while now. You’ve really made a lot of progress.”

“Really? You think so?”

Callie was momentarily embarrassed. She’d hoped that nobody had seen her during her early visits to the gym, much less remembered them. In truth She had nothing to be ashamed of. This was how progress was made. But out of everyone who might have taken notice of her during this period, She’d have never dreamed that a goddess such as Tricia would ever look her way.

Thankfully, Tricia did not elaborate on what exactly it was she saw of Callie in those early days of training. They chatted pleasantly for a while, casually flirting and exchanging jokes before they both realized just how much time had passed.

“Same time tomorrow?” Tricia asked as the two separated.

“Definitely.” Callie replied.

Callie had the best workout of her life that day. She felt like She could run through a wall. She didn’t even put on her normal workout podcast. The adrenaline and excitement She felt kept her going long after She’d completed her sets, staying at the gym nearly a whole extra hour. By the time She finally left that afternoon, Callie felt as though She could run home.

She could barely sleep that night, replaying her flirtatious conversation with Tricia over and over again in her head. By the time She finally drifted off you’d think She had her smile tattooed on the backs of her eyelids She’d thought about her so much.

The next day, Callie practically bolted out of bed, guided by the north star of her erection. She arrived at the gym practically vibrating from excitement, her eyes scanning for any sign of Tricia.

She didn’t have to look very hard.

Tricia was standing near the vending machine, talking with two women Callie didn’t recognize. One was tall, wearing tight pink leggings and a loose white t-shirt that She’d obviously cut the sleeves off of herself. Her hair was blonde, the darker, sopping strands of which clung to her sweat covered neck. The other was squat, a power lifter, who Callie vaguely recognized. She was sturdy, with muscular arms and thick legs that aggressively pressed her white sneakers into the floor. Her hair was a dark red, the kind of colour Callie had only ever seen in wooden antiques and fabric samples.

Tricia saw her staring and flashed that wonderful smile of hers. The other two women turned around to look at her. There was something disquieting about the way they stared at her, as if though were weighing her like a piece of meat. The taller one had a sharper face, one that suggested family money, while the other one’s was round and welcoming, pleasant.

She waved her over and Callie made a conscious effort to mask her excitement at seeing Tricia again.

“Nikki, Val, this is Callie. She’s the cutie, I was telling you about.”

Callie’s ears suddenly felt hot, and not just because Tricia had been talking about her.

The shorter powerlifter smiled up at Callie with a trusting and patient expression as she stuck out her hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m Val. Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Callie.”

“Oof. Firm handshake you got there, Amazon.”

Callie had never been called “Amazon” before. She didn’t love it.

Turning toward the other woAmazon to introduce herself, Callie suddenly realized just how much taller she was than her. She had to look up to meet her gaze. Callie wasn’t exactly short, but at easily over six feet tall, Nikki, the blonde, dwarfed her. Maybe it was the angle, but there was something predatory in her gaze. Callie imagined that this must be what a mouse saw at night as the owl swooped in to feast.

“Nikki. Pleasure.”

She didn’t extend her hand and Callie instead wiped her now damp palm against the side of her shorts.

“How do you all know each other?”

Tricia and Val giggled as Callie suddenly realized that She’d asked an obvious question.

“Sorry, I meant - “

“Oh, I work here.” Nikki said, gracefully giving Callie an out.

“Yeah, Nikki here is my trainer,” Tricia nodded.

“Mine too,” Val chimed.

“Is that right?” Callie smirked.

“Actually,” Tricia continued, “we were just discussing whether or not you might be a good candidate for our special training program.”

“Special training program?” Callie looked toward Nikki now. She was older than She’d assumed at first glance. Looking up at her now, She saw the soft wrinkles around her eyes, the fading elasticity of the skin across her knuckles.

“The girls are being bashful. It’s sort of my baby.” Nikki shrugged, seemingly shy.

“Come on,” Tricia goaded, “I bet She’d be perfect.”

“Yeah,” Val agreed, “I mean, just look at her!”

Callie wasn’t sure what to make of that last remark and chose to take it as a compliment. She’d come a long way, it was true. Even Tricia could see that.

“What’s the program? Some kind of exercise regimen or a new machine…?” Callie asked, smiling up at Nikki.

“It changed my life,” Val beamed. She was practically licking her lips as her eyes wandered up and down her body. “Seriously, you’re just the kind of lady we’re looking for.”

We?

“What we mean to say is,” Tricia added, “Val and I are real believers in Nikki’s program. I’ve just been seeing how hard you’ve been working and think you’d be a great candidate for her program."

“If you’re interested, that is,” Nikki shrugged.

“Trust me…” Tricia said, putting her hand on Callie’s shoulder, “…you’ll love it.”

Feeling her soft hand on her body once more practically electrified Callie, her knees growing soft as she flashed that winning smile at her once more.

“Well, I don’t see why not,” Callie blurted out. “Let’s get started!”

“Oh no, we can’t do it now,” Nikki clarified, “you’ll have to come back later.”

“Later?” Callie asked. “Like, in an hour or two?”

Val and Tricia chuckled, in on some joke Callie couldn’t grasp. Nikki ignored their titters and looked Callie in the eye.

“It doesn’t quite work that way. I’ll need you to come back later tonight once everyone else has left. Don’t worry, we’ll let you in,” Nikki said.

“Tonight?”

“Trade secrets, you know,” Val chimed in, “proprietary stuff.”

“Uh, sure…” Callie wasn’t entirely convinced but Tricia’s smile and reassuring hand gave her just enough confidence to follow through. Besides, these beautiful women wanted to spend time with her. What did She have to lose?

“What time?”

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Callie spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what exactly She had agreed to. The fact that She had to come to the gym after hours suggested that everything might not quite be on the up and up. But Nikki did work there, and Tricia and Val seemed more than positive it would be worth her trouble.

She arrived at the gym a little before ten at night. She had dinner of chicken thighs and rice before She left the house, well hydrated, for whatever workout was waiting for her. She didn’t want to look foolish in front of Tricia, after all.

The gym was dark, no lights on inside. Callie briefly wondered if maybe She’d gotten something wrong, had arrived too late or too early. But after knocking on the front door, Callie was relieved to see Tricia appear in the dark to let her in.

The first thing Callie noticed was that Tricia wasn’t wearing workout attire, at least not her usual set. Tricia had exchanged her Underarmor sports bra for a white cotton tank top and comfortable, cotton leggings, white ankle socks cocooning her size 9 feet.

“Hey gorgeous,” she greeted her. “Come on in.”

She held the door open for Callie as She stepped inside. She’d never seen the gym so empty before, so quiet. The air was still and dry, the scent of cleaning chemicals and bleach wipes still lingering in the air, no longer intermingled with the musky smell of sweat.

“It’s so quiet,” Callie observed, slightly unnerved by the shadows cast along the wall by the rows of vacant machines.

“Not for long,” Tricia mumbled cryptically.

She led her deeper into the gym and through the door that, up until now, had been for “Employees Only.”

They passed a row of vending machines and through a private locker room for staff before arriving at a sturdy looking red door labeled “Private.”

Tricia took her hand in hers and Callie briefly wondered if She was dead and being escorted to the other side. She gave it a little squeeze.

“Don’t worry. You’ll do great,” she reassured her before rapping on door twice.

“Whooooo iiiiiiiisssssss iiiiiiiitttttt?” Val sing-songed from the other side.

Tricia rolled her eyes but played along.

“Special delivery.”

The door groaned open as Val swung it open. It was made of metal, solid and thick. It must have weighed a ton. Val was much stronger than Callie had anticipated. The results of Nikki’s program, perhaps?

Val was wearing an old school gym outfit, navy sweatpants with a grey sweatshirt emblazoned with the faded crest from a prominent boarding school Callie couldn’t recognize. She looked like a stern, cartoon gym teacher despite her cheery demeanor and Callie found herself oddly aroused by the sight of her.

Through the door, Callie found a private gym. A few machines scattered about the room, which was maybe a third of the size of the gym Callie was familiar with. A leg curl machine, a chest press, a leg extension machine, leg press, etc. What was especially notable, however, were the foam tiles that dotted the walls, held in place by a single nail in an indiscernible pattern. Callie had no idea what those could be for.

Standing in the middle of the gyn was Nikki, dressed in her standard workout gear. In her hand she held a scrap of black fabric.

“Welcome, Callie,” Nikki smiled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

She extended her hand, holding out the scrap of fabric to her. Upon closer inspection, Callie’s stomach dropped. The scrap of fabric was actually a pair of underwear, practically a loin cloth, that left very little to the imagination.

“Go ahead and put that on.” She wasn’t asking.

Callie looked to Tricia and Val, hoping they might say something. But they didn’t. If anything they seemed impatient. Callie looked at the flimsy underwear, then back to Nikki.

“It’s imperative that your skin is visible during your workout. That way we can actually see the muscle groups you’re working during your exercise.” Nikki added. “Feel free to use the adjoining locker room, if you’re feeling shy.”

Shy was a polite word for what Callie was feeling. There was something about this cadre of imposing women that made her stomach feel uneasy, more out of excitement than fear. Vexingly, the humiliating thought of being caught with stiff nipples aa wet pussy and only served to arouse her further.

Splitting the difference, Callie simply asked…

“C-could you turn around?”

The girls smiled knowingly and complied with Callie’s ask, turning their backs to her as She exchanged her basketball shorts for the flimsy elastic of what was — essentially — a thong.

“Okay. You can turn back around…” Callie said, sheepishly, standing as straight as She could to offset her obvious discomfort as the women turned to her once more.

“And the shirt…” Tricia coaxed, a bit more nicely than the others.

“And the shoes…” Val added, practically licking her lips in anticipation.

“Or do you need us to turn around for that too?” Nikki teased.

After a moment’s hesitation, Callie removed her shirt and shoes. She now stood before them practically naked, her nipples erect in the dim cold of this secret gym. Despite the unorthodox circumstances, Callie did feel oddly powerful. She was in the best shape of her life and this was as good a time to show off her physique as ever, She supposed.

“So,” Callie said, eager to get…whatever this was underway, “shall we get started?”

The three women exchanged a look and smiled at one another.

“Alright,” Nikki nodded, shifting into what sounded like a rehearsed pitch, all the while never taking her eyes off of Callie’s toned body. “Here’s how this will work…”

Nikki gestured theatrically toward the workout equipment while Tricia and Val watched with eager anticipation.

“First we need to establish your baseline, see what you can handle. You’ll be completing seven workout sets. If, for whatever reason you cannot complete your reps, you will be punished.”

“Punished?” Callie asked, “Like…?”

“Incentivized.” Val offered.

“A little motivation never hurt anyone, did it?” Tricia chimed in, playfully. “I thought you were a little more competitive than that.”

She licked her teeth to punctuate her point and Callie felt her ears get a little hot.

“You complete your set and you won’t even have to worry about it. If you can’t complete the required number of reps within the time limit, additional time will be added to your punishment at the end of the course. Do you understand?”

“I…think so?” Callie said. She could swear that She heard the girls snickering behind her.

“Great. First, pull ups. You have 3 minutes to complete 60 pull ups. Your time starts…now!”

A digital clock suddenly flashed to life along the far wall, the severe red digits counting down from 3 minutes.

Callie moved toward the power rack and leapt into the air, her hands grabbing onto the pull-up bar at the head of the machine. her muscles, still a bit sore, burned as She pulled herself up.

“One…” Val counted. “Two…”

Callie was doing well, hauling her body up over and over again. This was an exercise She was comfortable with, one She’d mastered early on in her reinvention. There was no machine to learn, no weights to rack, just hoisting herself up over and over again.

“Three…four…five…” Val continued.

Curious, Callie looked at the countdown clock. She had plenty of time left. If She kept up this pace, She’d be done with plenty of time to spare. Perhaps, She thought in a moment of uncharacteristic pride, She really was in good shape. Maybe other people, people who resembled the “old Callie” needed more time than She did, or perhaps couldn’t even finish. The thought that She was crushing it brought a smile to her face.

“Six…seven…”

At first She thought it was her imagination, but it sounded as if Val’s counting was getting closer. Because of the rubber-tiled floor, She could not make out her footfalls over the sound of her own breathing.

“Eight…”

Callie’s body spasmed, as if shocked, when Val’s fingers made contact with her armpits. The unexpected pressure of her cold digits pressing into her hollows caused Callie to reflexively let go of the pull up bar and drop down. She drew her arms to her sides reflexively, muscle memory from years of being tickled as a child.

“What are you doing?” Callie asked, annoyed. The timer was still counting down, unconcerned with Callie’s halted progress.

“Clock’s ticking…” Nikki said, sternly, making no comment on Val’s intrusion on her exercise.

“But she —?”

Val wiggled her eyebrows at her, a challenge. The seconds were ticking by. She had two and a half minutes left.

“Whats’a matter?” She taunted. “Tired already?”

Callie met her gaze before defiantly turning around and grabbing the pul up bar once more. She moved with more intention now, hoping to get as Many reps in as She could before Val interfered again. her grip on the bar tightened and fresh warmth burned in her muscles as She pulled her body up again and again.

“Nine…ten…”

Soft fingertips brushed the shaven skin of her underarms, threatening to make contact with her hollows. They were most exposed on her way back down from a rep. As long as She could minimize the amount of time She spent in first position…

“Eleven…”

Val’s fingers touched skin now, applying no pressure but making their presence impossible to ignore, much as Callie tried. She was teasing her. She could already feel herself trembling from the effort to follow through. The anticipation, knowing it wasn’t a matter of “if” she would apply that ticklish pressure, but “when.”

“Twelve…thirteen…foooooourteen…”

Val looked to Nikki, who nodded her approval.

“Fif-TEEN!”

Val finally struck. Her digits crept into the hollows of both armpits and began poking and scribbling around.

“Ah! Ahahahahaha! C-cut ihihihit ohohohout!”

“Sixteen…such a strong girl! Seventeeeeeen…” Val brought her short but effective fingernails into play now. Callie let go of the bar, as if electrocuted and dropped to the soft floor below. Reflexively She brought her arms to her sides, curling up to protect herself like a pillbug.

“Eheh..hehe…”

“Two minutes left…” Nikki intoned.

Callie glanced up and saw Tricia looking down at her, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Goddamnit, Callie was going to finish her set. She practically jumped back onto the pull up bar.

Val laughed, impressed by her spirit.

“Trish, you were right. girl’s got heart.” Val said.

Callie was moving quickly. If nothing else, her brief giggle spell on the floor had given her arms a moment to recover. She was working quickly, hoping to get as Many reps in as possible before Val’s sinister hands got back to work.

“But She sure is ticklish…” Val was looking at Tricia challengingly now.

“Eighteen…nineteen…twenty…” Tricia counted. It might have been Callie’s imagination, but her tone sounded more encouraging than Val’s. She was rooting for her. This was enough to power her through two more reps before Val got back to work on her.

“She’s not even working up a sweat, these pitty poos are bone dry…” Val teased as her fingers crept into Callie’s armpits once more. “Is there water on Mars? Let’s find out…”

“Ehehehehehehee..”

“Beep beep! Here comes the tickle rover! Is there any water under…heeeeeeere?”

“Twenty one…twenty two…”

Callie was practically kicking her feet as She pulled herself up, no longer attempting to stifle her laughter but simply pull herself up.

“Ahahahahahahahahaaaa! Vahahahahahahalllll!”

“Twenty three…twenty four…twenty five…twenty six…”

“Not even halfway! Whats’a matter little babe? Getting tired? Is the mean ol’ tickle monster sapping you of your strength?” Val teased, clearly enjoying every moment of this as She fingers swirled in Callie’s straining underarms.

Her fingers danced and swirled about experimentally. When did Callie struggle most? When she poked her hollows? Was it when she’d slowly rake her fingertips downward? Was it when she talked to her like a baby?

“Twenty seven…twenty eight…”

“Awww, bubba. Such a tickly widdle babe. Oh, look at her stwuggle with all the coochie coos…”

Yes, that was it. The girls noticed very quickly that it was the taunts that made Callie’s elbows quake, the babying tone that made her shut her eyes. They didn’t know it yet, but these babying teases gave voice to all Callie’s insecurities — that She was not a real Amazon, that She was weak and small and helpless — but also spoke to her submissive tendencies.

She was getting wet.

“Twenty nine…Thirty!”

“One minute left!” Nikki said.

“Thirty one…thirty two…”

Val was getting more aggressive now, determined to not let Callie finish her set in time. She’d found a particularly sensitive spot near the tops of her pits right where her underarm hair were shaved bare and decided to focus her attention there. It was a fleshy little spot, a perfect place for stiff index and middle fingers to jiggle.

“Gahahahahahaa! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahap ihihihiiiiit!”

“Awwwwww, does dat tickle? Does baby want a bweak? A’jiggle jiggle jiggle! A’giggle giggle giggle!”

Callie dropped again. This time, Val followed her down to the floor, refusing to let up on her ticklish ****. She bullied her as though She were her little sister, her fingers tensing in her armpits as She attempted to clamp them down in defense.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehettt ohohohohohohohohohohofffff ohohohohohoffffff meeeeheheheheheheeeee!” Callie was rocking back and forth now, trying to protect herself from Val’s ticklish onslaught. “Eheheheheheheheheahahahahaha!”

“Gitsee gitsee gitsee! Aww, look at this little chubby bubbly baby girl !”

“Val…” Nikki warned.

Val looked to Nikki, who gently shook her head.

“Don’t get carried away. She’s got quite a workout ahead of her. Let her up.”

Val pouted but obeyed. She withdrew her hands from Callie’s armpits and took a step back.

“I’m adding ten seconds back to your time,” Nikki said, nodding at Callie respectfully. “I apologize for our…overzealous trainer.”

Callie coughed as She stood up. She was feeling a little lightheaded from laughter. her heart rate was up, her body warm. She couldn’t believe it but this did feel like a workout. Unwilling to waste another second, Callie dove back into the challenge. She had forty five seconds on the clock left and She was determined to make the most of them.

“Thirty three…thirty four…thirty five…”

Callie hauled herself up, her arms beginning to burn from the strain. She was prioritizing speed over form, determined to, somehow, reach her goal in the little time She had left.

“Thirty six…”

Val similarly wasted no time, done with the foreplay. She dug in immediately now, her fingers swirling and dancing in her armpits, similarly prizing speed over form. It made her less precise in her tickling but it made the exercise difficult for Callie all the same.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaahahahaaa! Thihihihihisss ihihihihihihihisn’t fahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihit tihihihihihickles! Eheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

“That’s da point silly!” Val cooed, her fingers tensing near the bottom of her armpits so as to slide back up as Callie trembled beneath her touch. “Uh ooooohhhh! Someone’s getting sweeeeeeaaaaattttyyyyyy!”

Indeed, moisture had begun to gather in Callie’s pits, allowing Val’s fingers to slip and slide around, playfully wrapping them around and curling her damp underarm hair. It only made things worse. By this time, Callie’s progress had almost completely stalled. She wasn’t letting go of the bar but She was having a hard time pulling herself up. her body was prioritizing underarm security, trying to clamp down instead of hoisting her up.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Stahahahahahahahahahap!”

“Ten seconds…nine…eight…”

Callie was disheartened. This was not a promising start. She couldn’t even get two thirds of the way through the first exercise! her ego was bruised but what really concerned Callie at the moment was the dripping situation in her skimpy underwear. The tight, thin material gave her nowhere to hide. It was clear for all to see that her blood really was pumping.

Determined to at least hit the forty mark, Callie hauled herself upward as Val’s fingers did the same. Ironically, her mounting arousal at the idea being her trainer’s ticklish plaything had put a little more coal in her furnace. Adrenaline had come in to play now.

“Thirty seven…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Seven…six…”

“Little babe thinks She so stwong…”

“Gehehehehehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohohohohohohohouttttttaaaaaahaha thehehehehehehehehere!”

“Thirty eight…”

“Little giggle girl can’t hold on. Just let go…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahappppiiiiihihihihihihihihihihttttt! Ahahahahahaha!”

“Five…four…”

“Thirty nine…”

“…just let go and fall into Auntie’s arms.”

“Cohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohome ohohohohohohohohohohohonnnn!”

“Three…two…”

“Ohhhhh, little girl’s sooooooooooooo close. Don’t let gooooooooo!”

“One…”

“Forty!”

The timer buzzed loudly as it finally hit zero, a harsh digital scream. Val pulled her hands away immediately, an unmistakable look of frustration on her face. She’d hoped She’d drop at least one more time and her willpower in the face of her ticklish **** bruised her ego some.

But as Nikki said, she had a long workout ahead of her.

Callie let go of the bar and took a beat to catch her breath. As it turned out, a beat was all She’d be getting.

“Next: Sixty sit ups. You have three minutes. Go!”

The timer reset almost immediately. Red digits ominously began counting down once more. Callie had three minutes.

She dropped to the floor and immediately assumed the sit up position. This time Callie knew what was coming and did her best to mentally fortify herself. When She saw Tricia step forward to be her new “spotter” her pussy starting leaking. On the floor, her nipples stiff and her clit our of its hood, Callie’s eyes nearly crossed.

“One…two…three…four…” Nikki counted aloud.

Callie was moving quickly, her eyes glued to Tricia as she calmly knelt beside her and formed her hands into claws.

“So you like the baby talk, huh?”

“Five…six…”

Just hearing Tricia say the words “baby talk” made Callie even wetter. She knew what was coming. Oddly, She couldn’t wait.

“I wonder if this is how it all started, with you like this on the floor…” Tricia began, flexing her fingers threateningly.

“Seven…eight…”

“…when the tickle monster came for you.”

“Nine…”

Tricia’s hands flew to Callie’s sides, her fingers probing for sensitive spots. It seemed she didn’t have to look very hard. It seemed Callie’s whole torso was a ticklish spot.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Trishshshshshshshshaaaa!”

She’d targeted her lower ribs first, her crab-claw-like hands pinching and grabbing playfully, doing her best to approximate what she assumed had been a formative experience for her giggling victim. Callie’s top strained against her very stiff nipples.

“Such a silly little wiggler! Wiggle wiggle wiggle! Oh my! Such happy little ribs you have! The tickle monster’s been looking for you, little one. And now that she’s found you, she’ll never let you go!”

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihittttttsssss nahahahahahahahahahatttt fahahahahahahahair! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahan’t sihihihihihihihihihit uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhup! Lehehehehehehehehehehehehemmmeeeeeeeeheheheheheeeee uhuhuhuhuhuhpppp!”

“C’mon, that’s no fair!” Val whined, looking to Nikki. “You’re not making her stop!”

“This is different,” Nikki said, cooly. “She’s still in position. Let Trish have her fun.”

Tricia was having fun. Seeing Callie on her back, giggling like a happy little girl beneath her playful touch delighted her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She was acutely aware of the effect her infantile teases had on her and wanted to see just how red she could get her cheeks.

“Poor widdle babe! Can’t even get ten itty bitty sit ups in because the tickle monster is a meanie! She just can’t stop pwayyying with this happy little girl’s wiggly widdle wibbies! Let’s play a silly little tickle game. Let’s see who can count higher, me or you.”

With that, Tricia began tweaking and massaging Callie’s ribs with debilitating precision as she playfully counted them off in a sing-song manner, as if she were reciting a nursery rhyme.

“One wiggle rib…two wiggle ribs…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!”

“Three wiggle ribs…uh oh Cowwin! Uh ohhhhh! You’re not keeping uuuuupppp!”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahahan’t! Yohohohohohohohou’re nhahahahahahahat lehehehehehehehetttihihihihihihinggg meeeeeheheheheheheheee!”

Indeed, Callie could do little more than writhe and giggle under Tricia’s nimble hands. She took her position on the floor already winded. This combined with Tricia’s ticklish **** on her ribs and belly now left her breathless, unable to do her sit ups. She noticed that Tricia’s nipples were getting hard, twin diamonds straining from behind her tight Underarmor top. Of course, this only aroused Callie even further. All She could do was curl up defensively as best She could, fighting for breath as her arousal permeated the air.

“Fourrrrrrr wibby wibby wibs! Fiiiiiiiiive! Oh such a lucky little girl to have so many! Oh my goodness! You have even moooooore? Such a greedy girl hiding all these wibbies from mommy…”

At the utterance of the “M Word” Callie’s erect breasts bounced, her laughter spiking.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“If you can tell me how Many ribs you have, maybe I’ll let you sit up again. Hmm? Can you tell mommy how Many ribs you have, baby?”

Callie didn’t know.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIII….IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII!”

Callie couldn’t speak. All She could get out was “I…I…I…” before collapsing into renewed paroxysms of laughter.

“24! Such a biiiiiig numbuh for a widdle girl like you! But it’s not so big on the timer is it. Huh? Can you see?”

Her vision was blurred by tears but Callie could see that, sure enough, She only had twenty four seconds left on the clock. Tricia had been tickling her there on the floor for two and a half minutes and She’d only been able to do nine sit ups. It was humiliating.

Determined to get at least ten sit ups, Callie tried with all her might to lift herself from the floor but it was no use. With Tricia’s hands all over her, Callie could do little more than laugh and blubber.

“Awww, does that tickle monster have widdle Callie’s numbuh? I wonder how high I can count before we run out of -“

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki called out.

Callie couldn’t believe it. Had her time passed already? her cheeks would have flushed with embarrassment if they weren’t already cherry-red from **** laughter. Tricia smiled down at her sheepishly, almost as if she felt sorry for having so much fun with her.

Before She even had a chance to recover, Nikki announced the next challenge.

“Next: Sixty leg curls. You have three minutes. You may begin.”

Callie had to drag herself off the floor. She practically threw herself onto the leg curl machine, her sweaty face pressed deep into the hard, industrial cushion as She hooked her legs in and began to curl. Face down, Callie was able to hide her wet spots while subtly grinding it into the machine’s padding. Already this exercise was proving to be her favorite so far.

Once again She prioritized speed over form. After her embarrassing sit ups Callie was determined to make good on this exercise. The weight was set at sixty pounds. She could do this.

This time it was Nikki that stepped forward. Knowing her to be the “leader” of these fit ticklers only heightened her anticipation. If Nikki was the one who taught Val and Tricia the finer points of tickling gym rats…

“One…two…three…four…five…six…” Tricia counted. She was rooting for her. Callie could hear it in her voice.

Nikki knelt beside Callie’s feet as they curled up and down. Up and down.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Nikki reached out and pinched one of Callie’s shoelaces between her fingers. As Callie curled her legs, the knot in her shoes began to unravel. The more She curled, the more the shoelace pulled loose. Nikki didn’t even have to move. Callie was undressing her own feet.

“Ten…eleven…”

The laces of her right shoe were undone. Nikki released the limp laces and gently worried the shoe off as Callie’s foot came to rest position. The sneaker was removed with a satisfying pop before dropping to the floor with an impotent thud.

As Callie curled her feet again, Nikki positioned her hand in such a way that her socked sole dragged along her tensed fingers. Callie was, functionally, tickling herself.

“AH! Ohohohohohohohooooo nooooohohohohohohooooooo!”

Callie was giggling as much in anticipation as ticklishness. her feet were always a tender spot and She suspected that’s why Nikki had stepped up for this particular exercise. She wanted the best bits for herself.

“Awww, such little feetsies for a big Amazon. Who has little giggle feet, huh? Do youuuuuu have little giggle feet? C’mon, tell mama…” Nikki teased, effortlessly slipping into the teasing baby talk that had already proven so effective.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Gehehehehehehehehet ahahahawhahahay frohohohohohohohohom mihihihihihihihihihyyyyy feeeeheheheheheheheeet!”

But Nikki did not get away from her feet. Instead, she now pinched the toes of one sock with one hand while tickling her foot with the other. On this particular exercise, the tickling was somewhat helpful as Callie would jerk her feet away from Nikki’s busy fingers and get halfway through her rep.

“Twelve…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…”

“Geeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee!”

At the same time, however, Callie’s exercise was only serving to undress her own feet. As She pulled away from Nikki’s ticklish touch, her sock pulled taut, slowly exposing her heels, her soles, her arches, and then, eventually, her toes.

“Sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…”

As Callie felt the cool air hit her exposed right foot She felt a surge of panic. her feet were terribly ticklish and She was worried about what sort of reaction Nikki’s fingers might elicit. Tricia was watching, after all.

“Oopsie! Someone lost her sockie wockie! Lets see how soft these widdle feet weally areeeee! A kitchy kitchy cooooooo!”

As Nikki’s fingers touched Callie’s naked sole She let out a girlish whine that embarrassed her deeply. She’d always known She’d had ticklish feet, ever since her babysitter used her sensitivity against her when She’d needed discipline as a child. But this was different. Nikki had patience, technique. She was a tickler.

“WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITTTTTT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH” Callie squealed.

Her legs were moving faster than before, motivated by Nikki’s roving fingers. She kept kicking her feet, hoping to dodge her nimble fingers. But what goes up must come down, and any momentary reprieve She managed while making her rep.

“Nineteen….twenty!” Tricia cheered. “Twenty one…”

Nikki had grabbed ahold of the toe of her other sock while her free hand began targeting her toes.

“Whee? Whee? Hmmm, what else goes weeee? I can’t think of it. It’s on the tip of my tongue…”

“Piggies?” Val asked with a smile.

Callie’s heart leapt into her chest. Not piggies. Anything but that…

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO! NO PIHIHIHIHIGGIES! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO PIHIHIHIHIHIGGIES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Callie screeched, pressing her reddening face into the headrest, not wanting Tricia to see her cherry red cheeks.

“Awwww, is my widdle buddy afraid of some happy little piggies? But they really want to meet our tickly widdle Amazon! Here, let me introduce you to…thiiiiiiiissssss little piggy went to the market…”

As Nikki began her nursery rhyme tease, wiggling her exposed pinky toe. Callie jerked her feet away frantically, causing her to pull her other sock nearly halfway off her foot, the elastic band applying flimsy pressure where her arch met the ball of her foot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“Thiiiiiis little piggy stayed home…”

All Callie could do was laugh and keep pulling her feet up to the best of her ability.

“Twenty four…twenty five…”

Letting go of the toe of her sock, Nikki now used her non-piggying hand to tease her soft, exposed sole with two needling fingers, spiking the poor girl’s laughter once more.

“This widdle piggy had some woast beeeeeeeeeffffff…”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight…twenty nine…”

Suddenly Callie was a little girl again, kicking futilely against her babysitter’s squishy thighs as she piggied her toes for the umpteenth time. She’d flail and beat her fists against the couch cushions as Mrs. Thompson tickled her hysteric. Of course, Callie always loved her tickle time with Mrs. Thompson, sometimes even baiting her with savvy disobedience so that She might spend more time under her nimble, teasing fingers.

“And this widdle piggy had none! Poor wiggle piggy! Can you tell me what sound a piggy makes, little one?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…SNORT…EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…”

Callie couldn’t herself tell if her snort was an accident or just the latest example of her obvious submission to her ticklers, but it made her nipples so hard could cut glass with it.

“Awwww, such a good little piggy for mommy. Can mommy’s piggy tell her what happened to the last tickly little piggy? Hmmmm?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WEHEHEHEHEHEHENTTT…HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE WHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENT -“

“WEE WEE WEE ALLLLL THE WAY HOME….!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO! MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISSSUS THOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMPSON, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!”

Nikki unleashed all ten fingers on her feet now, scribbling and wiggling in all the soft and fleshy spots that she knew would drive Callie wild. The exertion of the exercise had caught up to her and her muscles burned from nearly forty reps on the machine.

Nikki had timed it perfectly. Worn out, Callie was unable to pull her feet away as rapidly, debilitated by accumulated fatigue in addition to the debilitating piggy session Nikki was perpetrating. Unable to pull her feet away, overcome by laughter and sore muscles, Callie could only lay there and take it as She ground her raging erection into the bench to wring what pleasure She could from the whole hysterical ordeal.

“Such soft, tickawwy feetsies! Tricia should have brought you to us weeks ago. We’ve been looking for a giggly little Amazon like you for soooooooo long. You’re the perfect widdle giggle girl aren’t you? Huh? Tell me. Tell mommy…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’M NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - !”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Tricia called out.

Nikki withdrew her hands, lingering for just a moment to remove the remaining sock, still dangling lamely from Callie’s worked-over toes.

“Next…” Nikki declared, beaming at the sight of an exhausted, ticklish Callie. “Chest press. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

The timer reset but Callie didn’t move right away. She was still catching her breath. She looked at the timer with dread. Callie could hear her heartbeat in her ears, which ominously synced up with the countdown. She could literally hear the seconds ticking away.

After nearly thirty seconds, Callie had sucked enough air back into her lungs (and willed away most of her erection) to peel herself off the now sweat covered cushion and move toward the bench press.

Her legs were burning but her arms had recovered from the pull ups by now. As She settled into position, her heart sank when She saw Val step forward once more. Even more so than Tricia or Nikki, she seemed to take real pleasure in her ticklish suffering.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Callie set her weight to 80lbs and got to work. She had a little over two minutes left and knew in her heart this exercise might be a wash, but Callie refused to give Val the satisfaction of an embarrassing defeat. She could up her numbers, even if out of spite.

Callie had to hand it to them, her ticklers were giving her ample motivation and incentive. As trainers, they weren’t half bad. As ticklers, they were far worse.

“One..two…three…” Callie was taking her time, not wishing to exhaust herself early. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

Val walked up to her slowly, savoring the moment. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling toward her while never once breaking eye contact. Val knew Callie was afraid and had good reason to be.

“Four…five…six…seven…”

Val positioned herself between Callie’s spread legs, staring into her tear stained eyes.

“Hey bubba,” she chirped as she brought her hands to Callie’s exposed armpits. “Remember me?”

Little probing touches, fingers gently pressing against the dimples of her **** hollows.

“AHAHAAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! DONT!”

SLAM!

The weights slammed back down as Callie instinctively pulled her arms back. Val was a merciless tease. Even if she wasn’t tickling her that aggressively she somehow made it all the more maddening.

“It’s okay. I’m’a be gentle with you this time. Because I want to see…”

She looked down at her wet spots, liquid dripping down her leg.

“…just how much of a big girl you can be. So come on. Up, up, up…”

She motioned theatrically for Coin to resume her exercise, which She did.

“So tell me…who was Mrs. Thompson? Hm?” Val cooed.

Val’s fingers returned to her armpits moments later, little finger flutters where her ribs met her armpit. Callie was thrashing about in her seat, bouncing up and down, but She was getting the reps in, however haltingly.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!”

“Eight…nine…ten…”

“C’mon, tell me. Or does auntie Val have to tickle tickle tickle it out of you?”

“Iihihihihihihihihihihihi dohohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohohohow whahahahat yhohohohohohohohou’re tahahahahahahahahahalking ahahahahahabohohohohohohout!” Callie giggled, bouncing in her seat as She valiantly tried to make progress.

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Mrs. Thompson. You said her name a few minutes ago while Nikki was playing piggies. You begged her to stop. You even said ‘please.’ So I’m going to ask you again. Who was Mrs. Thompson?”

At this, Val’s hands dropped down to her sides. Her fingers skittered up and down, applying just enough pressure to keep the stream of giggles pouring from Callie’s lips while allowing her just enough air to speak.

“Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoooooo nohohohohohohohoooooo!”

Val’s hands wandered up and down, poking and grabbing, playing her like an instrument. The softer touch and deliberate pace gave Callie the chance to pick up the pace of her reps, but her stomach sank as She understood that her ticklish torment would not be ending soon.

“Sheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee — ohohohohoho gohohohohodddd - sheeheheheheheheheheheeeee wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssss muhuhuhuhu-muhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhihihihihihihihihihi! Sheehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahasssssssssssss mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy -!”

“Thirteen..fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…”

“Your what, baby girl? Your mommy? Your auntie?”

“Mihihihihihihihihiyyyyyy bahahahahahahahahahabbbysihihihihihihittttter!”

“And what did the mean babysitter do to my baby, hmm? Did she tickle your widdle wuv handles? Did she make you wet your widdle shorts? Tell Auntie Val…”

And so Callie told her. She told Val about how Mrs. Thompson would roll her up in a rug and tease the wrinkles of her feet with goose feathers She’d pluck from her hat.

She spoke of how She’d sit on her arms until they fell asleep and make her tear up just from tracing her neck and jaw with her long, devilish nails, all the while teasing her for being helpless to stop her.

And with every word that tumbled from her lips She felt pussy leak harder and her clit stand firmer.

“Shehehehehehehehehehehehe wahahahahahahahahahahahahassssss sohohohohohohohohohohohohooooo meheheheheheheheheheheheaaaannnnnn!”

“Thirty six…thirty seven…”

“Awww, poor widdle boyyyyy…” Val cooed as her claw-like hands grabbed at the fleshy spot where her sides sloped into hips. “…she coochied her poor girl silly. So…so silly…silly silly silly”

Val kept repeating that word over and over again. Suggestible as She was, Callie couldn’t help but feel silly herself, bouncing up and down in her seat as her muscles strained against the weights. But it was her cheeks that burned hottest, muscles and blood alike, from smiling so much.

“Thirty eight…thirty nine…”

“Stahahahahahahahahahahahahahap sahahahahahawahahahaying thahahahahat!”

“What? Silly? Silly? Silly silly silly girl! Such a silly widdle Amazon twying to keep such a tickle monstuh from auntie…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“Time!” Nikki confirmed.

“Wow, that was your best effort yet,” Tricia nodded, approvingly. “You nearly broke 40.” It sounded condescending when she hadn’t meant it to. No matter, said condescension only fed the burning fire building beneath her ever tightening briefs

“See you soon,” Val smiled as she got up and rejoined the others at the far end of the gym.

Now it was Tricia’s turn again and Callie could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. She was a sweaty mess now, her exposed skin slick and glistening. The fabric of her underwear was stained, barely able to contain the juice of Callie’s swollen lips.

Callie caught Tricia staring, taking momentary pleasure in the pink it brought to her cheeks when she saw that She noticed her staring. Nikki’s authoritative voice cut through the awkward silence like a knife.

“Next…Leg extension. 60 reps. 3 minutes. Begin!”

Callie was in a flow state now, launching from one machine to the next. She slid easily into the cushioned seat, set her weight, and got to work.

“One…two…three…”

Callie’s heart beat even faster as Tricia stepped forward. her feet, already bared, were easy targets. Unlike the previous machine, the reflex to pull away wasn’t as helpful to her. Sitting up, facing Tricia, her instinct was to pull backwards, not down as the machine required.

“Four…five…six…”

Tricia turned her palm toward her soles, fingertips pointing down, digits bent and claw-like. As Callie pushed her legs down, She was raking her own soles and toes across Tricia’s fingertips.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Shit! Shihihihihihihihihhittttttt! Eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!”

“That’s my good little girl, just like that. Up and down…up and down…for mommy…” Tricia whispered encouragingly. It was not lost on Callie that her eyes kept wandering back to her soaked mound, that juices were clearly visible, her panties were visible and see-through.

“Seven…Eight…”

“Dohohohohohohohohohohon’t dohohohohohohohohohohooooo thahahahahahahahahaaaaaat! Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

When Callie allowed the lowering weights to carry her legs back up, her toes would brush against her fingers, settling in place with her nails just resting on the underside of her bulbous toe pads. Tricia had definitely done this before. She was getting her coming and going.

“Don’t do what, baby? Can’t mommy encourage her happy little girl? Don’t you want mommy to give you attention…and tiiiiiiickle your tickly widdle piggies? Huh? Don’t you wuv it? Say it. Tell mommy. Tell mommy you wuv her tickles. C’mon…”

It was maddening, and Tricia barely needed to move a muscle. The more reps She did the more that ticklish feeling built up in her, causing her erect nipples to strain ever harder against the astonishingly strong top She’d been put in.

“Nine…Ten…Eleven…”

“Nohohohohohohohohohohoooo! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihi wohohohohohohon’t! Yohohohohohohohohohohouuuuuu chahahahahahahahahahant mahahahahahahake meeeeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeee! Ahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha!”

Tricia smirked, amused by her challenge to her. The babe had real spirit.

“Oh, is that right?” Tricia questioned, her voice lilting in that awful, infantilizing way that cut through her like butter.

The weights came down once more, clanging harshly as the metal plates collided with each other.

In a flash, Tricia’s hand flew to the rod that kept the weights in place, swiftly pulling it out. Suddenly weightless, Callie’s feet slammed down with startlingly quickness. As they rebounded to first position, Tricia reinserted the stick, setting Callie’s weight at over 300 pounds.

Callie’s feet were now rigidly held in place. her soles were helpless to pull away — or down — from Tricia’s fingers anymore.

“Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahat ahahahahahahahahahahahare yohohohohohohohohohouuuuu dohohohohohoooooing? Bahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“What are you talking about?” Tricia deadpanned. “I didn’t do anything. Mommy’s been a little busy taking her widdle Amazon to tickle town. Coochie coochie coooo! Laff for me baby girl…”

Callie couldn’t complete her reps anymore. The weight was simply too much. Tricia had her right where she wanted her. She couldn’t move her feet away any more. All She could do now was sit there and take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! AHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIIIIIR! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

What made it even worse — if that were possible — was that the lack of effort allowed Tricia to just stand there looking directly at Callie. She had nowhere to hide. Girls like her never could seem to hide from mommy, could they?

“Awwwww, you must really wuv this, huh? You must wike it when mommy tickles your widdle piggies. C’mon little one, tell mommy how much you wuv your tickle time.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!”

“No? No you don’t like it, or no you won’t confess?”

Callie didn’t even know anymore. her eyes were watering, the glowing red numbers ticking down on the digital clock blurring together in a wet haze. She’d long since stopped paying much attention to the clock.

“Such a weak and helpless little girl. If you hate it so much, just pull away from my busy widdle fingies. C’mon. Move those piggies for mama…”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIII CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNNNN’T!” Callie howled.

It didn’t matter how strong She was or how well She did. This had always been the plan. She had no control. None of this was up to her. All She could do was try to hold on to however much dignity She was left with.

Somehow, Callie suspected it wouldn’t be much.

“Poor widdle girl. Too weak to fight mommy. But why would you want to fight mommy? Mommy makes you happy. Mommy makes you laugh. Mommy makes you smile. Mommy makes you…wet…”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Callie’s body was glistening with sweat now, her neck red from laughter and her face even more so from embarrassment. She was their smiling happy toy for as long as they wished.

Or, at least, until the gym opened in the morning.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Tricia’s fingers lingered a moment longer upon Callie’s pink soles before finally retreating.

Nikki stepped forward now, her hands resting on her hips as she watched the exhausted, giggling girl before her, her juices flowing from behind the thin elastic fabric with every residual giggle that escaped her wrung out body.

“Next…Leg press. You have —“

“Yeah…I got it…” Callie smiled.

The timer started and Nikki waited patiently as Callie settled into the machine. her body was moving slower now. The inability to complete her reps for most of her time on the last machine meant that her legs were not burnt out.

The weight was already set for her. They’d done her that courtesy at least. And unlike Tricia, Nikki hadn’t set her up to fail on this one.

Callie got to work, grunting as her bare feet, still tingling from Tricia’s ****, pressed into the cold, textured metal push plate of the machine.

“One…two…three…” Tricia counted, still flushed from her charged mommy moment with the star of their little show.

Nikki knelt beside Callie as She went about her reps. She just watched her for a while, staring intently at her face. She didn’t touch her yet, but hovered her hands just under her right thigh.

“Four…five…six…”

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout…”

Lightly, very lightly, Nikki began running the pads of her fingertips up along the underside of Callie’s exposed thigh in a creepy-crawly motion. She was barely touching her, but this light, feathery touch, coupled with her sing-song nursery rhyme melted what little resolve Callie had left in seconds.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

His knees shook and trembled beneath Nikki’s tender **** on her soft and sensitive thighs. Callie had never had her thighs tickled before. She didn’t even know She was ticklish there. But Callie knew now.

“Seven…eight…nine…ten…

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out…”

Nikki ran her fingers down Callie’s trembling thigh now, pitter-pattering her soft fingertips down like ticklish raindrops. Her touches with debilitating and precise, chipping away at Callie’s already shredded psyche one nerve ending at a time.

“BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

“Eleven…twelve…”

“Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain…”

“Thirteen…”

Nikki spread her fingers and dragged them up Callie’s thigh now, landing just beneath the back of her knee, before tensing her fingers and raking her nails down her pale thighs, the flinty edges just grazing the bottom of her right butt cheek.

Callie just about shot out of her seat.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“And the itsy bitsy spider crept up the spout again…”

Nikki walked her fingers back up the underside of Callie’s thighs. She was shaking with laughter now, her legs pressing forward simply to expel some of the pent up energy that was building and building within her.

“Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…”

Nikki got up and walked around behind Callie, lazily patting her damp hair with her soft and open hand. This touch sent a shiver down Callie’s spine and made her pussy leak hungrily.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…”

Nikki knelt on the other side of her now, once again gently resting the soft pads of her fingers on the sensitive skin of her thighs.

“Twenty…twenty one…”

“Look at me, little one.” Nikki had spoken the words softly but there was no mistaking it for anything other than a command.

Callie met her gaze. She was smiling.

“Theeeeeeeee itsy bitsy spider…”

And so Nikki began again, once more gently pitter-pattering her fingertips up the underside of Callie’s thighs. Had She not been so aroused, Callie might have just wet herself.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHAGAIN! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“…went up the water spout…”

Callie shook her head desperately, beads of sweat flying from her wet hair.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSY!”

“…down came the rain…” Nikki’s fingers dragged back down again, eliciting fresh squeals from the broken, ticklish girl.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITSEEEEEE!”

“…and washed the spider out…”

“HELP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELLLLLLP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!”

“…out came the sun…”

Pitter patter. Scrape. Squeeze. Trace. Giggle. Shake. Press. Breathe.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — COUGH COUGH! — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

“…and it dried up all the rain…”

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMY! HEHEHEHEHEHELP MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY! BAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

“….and the itsy bitsy spider…”

Callie had lapsed into silent laughter now, depleted. She just lay there now, shaking under Nikki’s skilled and knowing fingertips. She’d given up on getting any more reps in long ago. She simply had to surrender and hope that whatever embarrassments awaited her would stay within this room.

“…crept up the spout again…”

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

“And…time.” Val breathed, seemly awed by the spectacle of what Callie had been reduced to.

Nikki, clearly aroused by her own power over the blubbering girl in front of her, cleared her throat before rising to her feet.

“And lastly…” she announced with no small amount of ceremony, “…planking. You have three minutes. Begin!”

Callie practically crawled out of her seat, dragging herself to a spot on the floor nearby. She was spent, dehydrated and wrung out. her whole body was sore and her cheeks hurt from smiling.

In three minutes it would all be over. She just needed to make it three more minutes.

After what felt like an eternity, Callie Managed to rise off the floor and stiffen into a planking position. her elbows dug uneasily into the padded floor, wobbling some from the adrenaline that Callie could now taste on the back of her tongue — bitter and exhilarating.

Callie held the pose. But She knew what was coming.

Facing the floor, She didn’t know who was approaching her from which side, but She knew that all three of them were closing in on her, circling their prey like tickle vultures. Callie was done for. She knew that. The sound of her own heartbeat in her ears was deafening.

A set of fingers made contact with her taut soles, gently teasing up along her pale arches. Another pair of hands settled beneath her arms, gently teasing her straining muscles and damp skin.

But Callie nearly buckled as She felt her tight shorts being gently worried down halfway — exposing her hips and the base of her wet mound.

As sets of phantom fingers began to caress and twirl against her skin, Callie began to shake. Unlike the reps She’d been asked to complete before, here She only had a time limit. Unable to see the clock, Callie was unable to fortify herself with the promise of a finish line.

“Tickle tickle…”

“Such a silly widdle girl…”

“So small…so helpless…”

“So ticklish…”

“Pitter patter…tip toe… that’s the way the fingers go…”

“Hehehehehehehe…heheheheheheheheheheheeeeee….”

The girls were being gentle with her, allowing her to catch her breath. They weren’t torturing her anymore, just playing with her.

The tickler at her feet was lazily writing love notes onto her taut soles with a single finger from each hand. Under her arms the hands were more aggressive but still playfully patient, poking and scraping with practiced ease. But it was the hands beneath her that gave her the most trouble.

Fingertips teased the damp skin of her mound, her lips dripping over. It itched more than it tickled. What really drove her crazy, was the restless fingers of the other hand that gently tracing the outline of her pussy through the soaked and skimpy g-string.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe-nnghh-heheheheheheheheheheheheheheeee!”

“You’re ticklish. That’s what you are…”

“Hush little baby, don’t you sigh…”

“So hard for such a soft girl…”

“Nngggfff! Stahahahahahahahahahahahappit. Ihihihihi’mmmmhhhmmm…Ihihihihihihihihi’m gohohohohonnna…mmmmmmmmmmffffff…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you cry…”

“Ticklish. You’re ticklish.”

“Soft feet, soft hair…”

“Poor baby’s shaking like a widdle weef…”

Behind her clenched eyelids Callie could see the explosion building inside her very swollen lips. She saw jets of pure white cream spurting from her red and eager entrance. She saw her pussy twitching as it recoiled from the **** of her explosive blast.

But every time She felt as though She might topple over the edge into the blissful climax She so craved, the fingers at her hips and pussy would retreat. Callie would whine and buck her hips in desperation and the girls around her would laugh, shading her cheeks a deeper crimson.

“Hehehehehehehehehehe…stahahahahahahppppiiiiiit…” Callie blushed.

“And if you can’t hold that plank for me…”

“Ticklish. Ticklish. Ticklish…”

“Mama’s gonna tickle you until you pee…”

“Little girl wants to make spurties for her mommies, doesn’t she?”

Callie found herself fervently nodding her head. She didn’t even know who was talking anymore. The teasing, infantilizing voices swirled around her head, coaxing her painfully swollen lips like a team of expert snake charmers.

She had no earthly idea how much time had passed, how much longer She had to hold this pose. She’d know soon enough, She reasoned, but She needed to know.

Callie figured She had maybe thirty seconds left. Perhaps 10. Maybe, just maybe, She’d hear that harsh buzzer announce the end of the ordeal before She even opened her tear filled eyes.

“Aaaahehehehehehehehe..aha…aheheheheheheheheheheheheeee…”

Yes, that was it. She’d open her eyes just as the buzzer went.

Callie tried to time it in her head, waiting and waiting, holding out as long as She could before peeking.

But then the tip of the fingernail tracing her wet mou nd scratched the underside of her swollen lips just a little too long and Callie reached her breaking point.

She opened her eyes and glanced fleetingly at the clock.

Callie’s heart nearly stopped. She had a little less than two minutes left.

More than the fingers, more than the chorus of tickle talking trainers, this is what broke Callie’s spirit.

She collapsed on the floor, fully giving up. The ticklers swarmed her, her hands wandering freely over her body. Tweaking her nipples and squeezing at her thighs. Callie just lay there on the floor, a little girl being tickled by a trio of playful bullies.

Callie was only dimly aware of her underwear being removed, mostly relieved at the sensation of her pussy finally being freed from its elastic prison. It breathed freely in the air, **** to be touched, for a tongue to enter her.

Instinctively, Callie reached for her mound, eager to finish herself off. But her trainers knew her better than She knew herself, grabbing her wrists before She had the chance to touch it. She nearly burst into tears as She was denied the ability to pleasure herself.

Nikki, Val and Tricia hauled her effortlessly across the room — Callie’s body loose and needy in their arms. They set her gently upon a padded table, wordlessly tying her wrists and ankles to each corner. Callie’s heartbeat began to slow as her pussy twitched helplessly in the air between her three sweet tormentors.

They smiled down at Callie, who by now knew better than thinking She could escape her restraints.

“You have failed each and every one of our excises…” Nikki said, grinning. “Your punishment: One hour of tickling.”

Callie suddenly came to life again. Not that. Anything but that.

“W-wait..I don’t…”

She looked up and saw the timer reset. It began counting down.

Fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds left.

Val pressed her knuckles in between Callie’s exposed ribs, vibrating them in a way that made her voice crack. Nikki targeted her feet, gently tweaking her toes and spidering her nails beneath the ball of her ultra sensitive feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!”

Reason had abandoned her long ago but now even language was failing her. Callie felt her brain detach from her body, could see herself from above.

She could see Nikki playing piggies with her toes, the delicate ways in which her fingernails could write the alphabet on the bulbous pads of her helpless piggies.

Callie could see Val’s pudgy digits and the way they kneaded her flesh like dough, sculpting her sensitive flesh like ticklish clay. She’d mold her into a well behaved girl if it was the last thing she did.

And then, there was Tricia. She just stood there at Callie’s side, her gaze fixed on her soaked mound, her swollen lips.

She bent at the waist, her hands clasped patiently behind her back. Tricia glanced at Callie a moment, sympathetic but unwilling to help, before pursing her lips and gently blowing a cool stream of air onto Callie’s frustrated vagina.

Callie nearly came right there and then, only to have her bliss denied once again as She felt Tricia’s hands begin to grope at her belly.

She couldn’t take it any more.

“NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAHAHAHN’T! APPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awww, is the widdle girl gonna have an accident?” Val taunted, her fingers poking at her ribs.

“Widdle bunny coo coo has such soft widdle wabbit feetsies…”

“Who’s got a tickly tummy? Huh? Such a soft happy widdle tum tum!”

Tears leaked from the corners of Callie’s eyes, her body thrashing this way and that upon the table, unable to get away. She’d never get away. This was her world now. All She’d ever know for the rest of her days.

And then, as Tricia’s fingers began to explore the dark hollow of her sensitive bellybutton, Callie felt Tricia’s warm hand pressed against her grateful mound.

Callie’s mouth opened so wide She was afraid She might pull a muscle in her jaw. Before her eyes crossed, She saw Tricia smile reassuringly at her, pursing her lips once more as she blew her a gentle kiss.

Her grip tightened and moved. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. D-

Callie’s body thrashed then stilled. her head hung back, jaw slack, eyes rolled back to their whites. She trembled for a moment, suspended in unimaginable pleasure — her rigid body straining against the weight of her relief — before coming back down to earth, limp on her back like a marionette with snipped strings.

The almost opalescent fluid splashed across her quivering stomach glistened in the light, the faces of her smiling minders reflected across their ticklish canvas in little pools and droplets of need.

The timer kept tickling, the hour was not through. But the ladies took a moment to care for their broken toy. They shushed and soothed her, petting her damp hair and rubbing her tired feet. A warm washcloth gently wiped her clean, occasionally tickling her with its softness.

Even more sensitive post-orgasm, Callie could only lay there giggling in the arms of her trainers.

“So, babe…” Tricia asked, once Callie regained the ability to speak. “How do you like the new workout routine…?”

All eyes went to Callie, who was now splayed out between the three of them on the ground, the remainder of their penalty playing out in gentle play upon the floor — poking her tummy and feathering her toes.

Feeling the eyes of the three women watching expectantly, Callie could only laugh.

“Where do I sign up?”

Pleased with her answer, Callie’s three personal trainers set their hands upon her again. The timer was quietly reset as Callie was helplessly stretched out once more on the floor between the women for another round of training…

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