His willpower is pushed to the limit

Jordan's willpower was pushed to the limit. Every waking moment he had to make sure his junk wasn't in display, and keeping himself from oogling his trainer's many assets was extremely hard, much like he was below the belt most of the time then.

"Ok, lets start with some squats. Sounds simple, but you'd be surprised at how many people get it really wrong, so let me demonstrate it first" Tanya said. "You spread your legs apart like this and go all.. the way down.. low" she continued, as she did the motion and returned to her upright position "The way you position your back is a top priority aswell, so watch me from the back" she turned around and did it once more. All jordan could do is watch in awe at how her ass stretched her yoga pants so hard they almost became transparent, once again springing his little buddy into action.__

Trying not to panic he silently scrambled to get himself in the right position, at least that way his pants would sag enough to give his 3 inches space. "Cool, you are almost there! Just a few minor adjustments" Tanya said, turning around and approaching him. Jordan's panic only grew when she crouched down and put her hands on his inner tights, helping him further spread his legs, and then pushing his waist away so he'd arc his back more. "There. Now do a few reps just like i demonstrated and we can go to the next step." The wolf almost sighed in relief, now focusing on the exercise itself. If his equipment was bigger she would have certainly caught him there, then again if that was the case he wouldn't be so worried about hiding it.

"Her clothes must be made out of military-grade stuff" he thought to himself, because every exercise seemed to push them into nearly breaking but they somehow resisted. And with her demonstrating each one of them he had plenty of examples:

Pushups? They were a free view directly of her cleveage. Leg exercises all showcased how incredible her ass was. Aerobics? More like a stress test of how much moving mass her sports bra could handle.

Bench presses were an absolute danger, they were eachother's spotters, so it was either him having a front row seat of how tight the crotch area of her pants was, or him trying to make sure he was in a position where his boner wasn't perceptible.

But beyond jordan's tiny problem, they were getting along really well, enjoying eachother's help and company.

"Woo! Excellent job man, double that for someone who claims to have no experience." The lioness cheered a, now rather exhausted jordan. "We'll do some time on the treadmill and call it a day." But after a few minutes of running and trying not to stare at the valiant effort tanya's breasts were making to escape her top "I can't really handle much longer, i'll do a few ab crunches while you finish up there, i'll be right behind you, ok?" he said, panting, and with her blessing, thats what he did. At least there he'd be able to catch a few looks at her ass and get some more exercise done in his own pace.