Sit In On Gym Class

You don't know what all the girls were complaining about having someone decide what you wear was freaking hot. Of course when you got to school the next day you got to go back to your regular clothes and didn't have to worry about your butt hanging out of those shorts anymore. Sure you got a few weird looks, but what else was new? Chad in particular got a few good pictures so future generations could remember your downfall.

New Rule: Gymnastics class has been replaced with Stretching and Aerobics. Any girl enrolled in this class has their hair become curly and gain incredible volume.

"Sorry Girls." Coach Logan sighs to the assembled cast of the now defunct woman's gymnastic class. "Looks like Gale breaking her ankle at the last competition was the final straw for the program, they're shutting us down."

"I'm sorry ya'll!" Says tall blonde girl on crutches.

The entire team seems distraught and outraged. They throw their hands in the air and let out all manner of whines and mews. "They can't do that! Why are they doing this? What's going to happen to us?"

"Well." Coach Logan clears her throat. "According to the school board we're going to turn down the intensity on our workouts, and just work of being healthy limber ladies. So we're now the Stretching and Aerobics team."

"What?" They all shout.

"That's some wee wee baby shit."

"Yeah, that sounds like a team my grandma is on!"

Coach Logan raises her hands innocently. "I know girls, I'm not happy about it either, but my hands are tied. Now I do have some good news. Since they're getting rid of our equipment there was room in the budget for new uniforms!"

"Uniforms?" The team all say in uncomfortable unison.

Taking that as your queue, you come in wheeling a a cart full of lycra, nylon, and spandex. "Uniform delivery!" It sounds like you're delivering ice cream.

"Nooo!" Several girls scream. "Coach Logan don't let this happen he's going to pull some pervert shit."

Your reputation proceeds you. You're not even in class with any of these girls. Coach Logan blows her whistle. "I know you're all upset, but that's no reason to take it out on Michael, he has nothing to do with this. He's just doing his job. Now he went through a lot of effort getting your uniforms together, so I want you all to thank him when you get yours. Understand?"

"Yes coach." They all say limply.

You smile, clap your hands and start your own presentation. "Once I heard this was going to be an Aerobics class I knew exactly what the uniform had to be. Girls, we're going 80's workout fashion. That's right. Let me take you back to the time of Regan, when the hair was big, and we thought we were done being racist."

All the teens rightfully boo at the mention of Regan, and you continue on with your speech when it dies down. Or maybe they were just upset, because they knew where you were going with this. "Each uniform will include a sweat band, for your head and two for your wrists, not so bad yet, and a leotard." They're gymnasts so they're used to wearing leotards, so their outrage doesn't rise until you pick up a leotard to show them. "This baby is made of the thinnest lycra, totally breathable, nearly transparent, you're not even going to know you're wearing it, and with no bra, you're going to feel totally unconstrained."

There we go! That gets them roaring, and stomping their feet in disapproval. So much so that Coach Logan has to blow her whistle again to keep them contained.

You gesture down to the crotch of the leotard. "Cut high, so your legs looks as long and shapely as possible, and guaranteed to give you a wedgie every fifteen seconds. Under that you'll be wearing a pair of tights. You hold up a lovely piece of brightly colored nylon for everyone to see. "No panties of course, so we don't disrupt the shape we're going for. Over those you'll be wearing a pair of knee high socks, leg warmers, and these sneakers." You hold up a truly heinous pair of big white sneakers that are as ugly as can be. You were tempted to go with high heels, but the thought of broken ankles kept you at bay.

They all grumble as the hideous outfits you've prepared for them but one look to Coach Logan shows she's not going to be the one standing up for them. One brave hand does shoot into the air though. "Excuse me!"

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

"Can we keep using our old uniforms if we want?"

"That's a very good question! No. Anyone one else?"

"God, fuck!" Replies one of the girls who marches up to you, and holds out her hands for her new outfit. You gladly hand over all the stretchy material she needs to look like a fetish model in a workout themed shoot.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

"Thank you Michael.

Says the whole class, before they go to the locker room to begin their transformation into 80's workout babes.

You smile at Coach Logan who isn't looking nearly as exposed in her tracksuit. "Did you get the new curriculum?"

"I sure did. And I'm launching a complaint with the school board. Those uniforms are horrendous, inappropriate, and exploitative. No offense Michael I know you're just doing your job."

"None taken."

"And these workouts, it's like they were written out by someone who's only seen women exercise in pornos."

You take your The Rulebook and nod your head. "I think your only complaint should be that the uniforms aren't exposing enough."

Old Rule: Teachers for The Stretching and Aerobics class must wear the same uniforms as their students, and are utterly excited and dedicated to the content of their work.

Old Rule: Teachers and Faculty are completely supportive of the work the Female Uniform Inspector and Female Behavior Monitor do. They think they're doing good job, and if anything thinks that the monitor is too conservative with their rulings.

You put the book away and look over at Coach Logan. The Tanned goddess is standing in a power pose with her legs spread wide, and her fists on her hips. She's a bronze amazon from a time before man's corruption and stands as the most rocking body you've ever had the delight of seeing in person. She's tall, still very fit, and has a pair of outrageous fake tits bought on a teacher's salary, so they were as high, round, and unconvincing as they were big. Some would say they made her look cheap or trashy, and her fetish workout grab would only strengthen that case. Her dark mother nipples were clearly visible through the straining and thin fabric of her leotard, as were the folds of her sex which the tight fitting lycra was constantly trying to invade.

"You've got that right." She says picking fabric out between her firm buttcheecks. "You should have gotten holes, for the crotch, ass, tits and pits. All the hot spots so they breath better. I mean look at this." She gestures to her crotch. If it weren't for the tights underneath her leotard her pussy lips would be eater her leotard alive. "It's distracting, and constraining, then look here." She turns to the side so you can see how the fabric strains to contain her surgeon ordained enhancements. "This isn't helping anyone."

"N-n-no." You husk, turned on beyond measure. "But you look great."

"Thanks Michael you're a good kid. Sorry to complain to you. I'm just really passionate about the tradition of wearing my team's uniform. It really helps me see what they're dealing with during competitions... well I guess there won't be any competitions anymore." Briefly a moment of true sadness passes through her face. Even if she is eager to run the class through the porno stretches you designed, she's still pretty upset she doesn't get to lead her team to victory, to give them the taste of what it feels like to have all their effort pay off and become champions.

Damn these people, and their lives! Their bloody emotions, and real lives were making it pretty fucking hard for you to enjoying turning them into goofy sexy caricatures of themselves. "Yeah I guess there's no tournaments for stretching." Then a lightbulb goes off. "But maybe you can do a performance for the school, at an assembly, like the cheer squad." You make a mental note to corrupt the cheer squad soon. ". So everyone can enjoy how much how work they put into their exercises."

"That's a great idea Michael. I'll talk with the principal with it as soon as I can. I hope the students realize how lucky they are to have a FBM like you."

A few definitely know how unlucky they are. "I'm just happy to help." You watch with your own twisted brand of enjoyment as the athletes begin to filter back into the gym. Ugly white sneakers squeaking on the polished floor boards as they strut closer. None of them have the 80's hair you wrote about yet, but you expect they'll get there eventually. The Rulebook hasn't failed you yet. "Do you mind if I stick around for practice? I'd like to see the uniform in action, and see if I need to make the adjustments you suggested."

"Wow." Coach Logan is just blown away by you. "I'm so impressed Michael. You're really dedicated to this job, of course you can stay. Make sure to pay special attention to the crotch area, and you'll see what I'm talking about."

"Will do!"

She blows her vaunted whistle. "Alright ladies, circle up circle up. I know you're all disappointed that your gymnastic careers have come to a abrupt and unforeseen end. But I'm very excited to lead you guys in this new curriculum this year. I think we're going to have a lot of fun, and see a lot of positive results. So let's hit this routine like the athletes we are! Alright let's get out there and get limber!" She claps her hands together, and sends everyone to take their positions on the mat.

She hits a remote, and a deep thumping base kind of music starts blaring through the speakers as she leads her ladies through their stretches.

You open up your little black book and make a note 'replace workout music with cheesy porno music.'

Coach Logan puts them through their paces. touching their toes, reaching for the ceiling, and everything in between. You watch with no end of delight as these fit young ladies bend and twist under your invasive eyes. You watch the nylon expand and contract around their firm ass cheeks as they bend over and snap back up. You see them rub the silky texture of their tights as they move their hands from position to position. Then when it's time for cardio you have the delight of watching as Coach Logan forces jumping jacks on them, and the following flurry of breasts bouncing uncontrollably around their lyrcra prisons. One girl in particular need of a bra had a boob pop out entirely, and it was a sight. By the time they were done limbering up, the whole lost was breathing heavy, and rubbing as their sore boobs.

But Coach Logan's only getting started.

"Squats now ladies let's go, one..." She holds both hands behind her neck, and drops low making sure both her feet are far apart. "And two, and three..." The whole class class joins her, feet pointed out, knees wide, and going low. "Knees far apart heather. Don't hunch over. You want to show everything you're working with. Very good, very good, let's keep it going. Very good and from here we transition to hip thrusts. Lean your shoulders and your legs back, make sure your feet are in this wide squatting position, and thrust, and thrust, and thrust." She juts her crotch out at the class, and waits for them to do it in response.

They burn with shame as they do the vulgar act and more than a few look your way as they do. All too aware of your gaze, and the amused smile that follows it. They're all embarrassed for you to see them like this. They worry you'll think they look ridiculous, and they do.

"That's good Very good. Sarah you need to follow through, really stick your crotch out there. There we go! Lexi, it's not just about the thrust it's the snap back too. Watch Heather's butt, see how she throws it back after the thrust, that's what I want to see from you. Thrust snap back, thrust snap back, there we go. Leg's getting tired yet?"

"Yes coach." The the crew moans after a few good rounds of squats and hip thrusts.

"That's too bad. Now we're going to lean forward, and twerk."

"They all moan and follow their fearless leader's example, shaking their cheeks in time and rhyme with her ass. "Let's get those gluts toned. I want to see you ladies wobbling."

"Yes coach."

You can't help yourself, you take out your phone and start recording. The entire gymnastics team is shaking their ass seductively just for you. I'd be a shame not to share it with the world, or at least Chad. 'It's happening!' you text along with a five minute clip of their amateur twerking, they'll get better. They have a pretty good coach.

"Now drop it low, and bring it up!" She displayed the movements herself.

A very good coach.

'Dude!' Chad texts back. 'Get me out of class I've got to see this!!!'

You leave him on 'read' and get back to perving.

After the girls are warmed, and up have the lightest sheen to them Coach Logan partners them up and sends them to stations. These are basically just a serious of perverse poses you whipped up for the curriculum. Most of them involve one girl rubbing her crotch or ass on the other while she she does something equally lewd. They're all bright red, because if you twerk or do the pelvic thrust long enough you're bound a burn a few calories, but it's mostly from embarrassment. They don't seem to have the same enthusiasm for the are of erotic stretching as Coach Logan does, and seem down right miserable with their new exercise routine. Don't worry gals soon enough you'll be red and out of breath with how horny the class makes you, but not today. Enjoyment is a reward for good behavior, or a byproduct of your own interest.

For now you let them wallow in their shame and embarrassment. It's fun watching them avoid their eyes every time their friend sticks her crotch in their face. Or watching the horror of two partners rubbing butts together as they slide up and down a pole. Because whether they liked it or not, they were doing it all thanks to you.

"Michael get over here!" Coach Logan calls over to you towards the end of the period. You come over to a pair of girls who were doing 'crotch-ups' Which is like a sit up. Where one girl holds the feet of another. But in these the girl is in a crab position and has to raise her hips as high as possible. The goal is of course to make crotch to face contact with our leaned over partner.

"Yes Coach Logan?"

She gestures down to Sarah who is holding bridged position with an admirable stability. "This is the perfect example of what I was talking about. See Sarah here?" She gestures down to the struggling girl in front of you. She's a cute auburn hair athlete, dripping with sweat and shame. "Yes?"

"Note her crotch." She circles her finger around the camel toe Sarah is sporting.

"Well I should remind you that wedgies and camel toes were intended with this particular uniform."

"Well of course they were, it's one of the stables of a gymans... I mean a stretching team's experience. But we want these uniforms to be as thin and breathable as possible. Well hold your hand over her crotch."

With pleasure. You don't touch Sarah watching her whimper and wince as your hand closes in, is enough for you. You keep your hand about an inch away from her crotch, and actually do feel quite a bit of heat radiating from that spot. "I see."

"We've got so much heat built up in that place, and the butt, and yet we have two layers of fabric covering both spots.

"Well." You shrug. "The feet have like four layers on them."

"Yes." She pauses, and has to remind herself that despite your dedication to your job you are still just a student. "But we're hardly going to get rid of the shoes, socks, tights, or leg warmers are we? What I'm suggesting is going crotchless on the tights and leotard. With their vaginas in the open air they'll be so much cooler. I really think it will help their performance."

You're not able to keep yourself from smiling, but you do stop from laughing. That logic is fantastic. You're not even the one suggesting it! "I see. What do you think?" You turn your attention to Sarah's partner who is as close to Sarah's vagina as anyone who's not married to her should be. "Would you prefer Sarah's bare pussy touch your face doing exercises?"

"Michael language please."

"Sorry Coach Logan."

The the woman shakes her head emphatically. "No definitely not. I would hate that."

"Well what about your own Vagina don't you think your stretches would be more effective if you were grazing Sarah's lips with every thrust."

"No!"

"Interesting." You turn to Coach Logan who looks surprised. "Well what about the smell? Certainly airing yourself out would help with that?"

"What smell?"

"Well when you're on the receiving end of a crotch thrust or booty shake, and you press your face into your partner and take a big whiff, surely having those areas aired out would be easier for you."

"What are you talking about?"

You turn towards Coach Logan. "You did tell them that was a part of the behavior they needed to follow during workouts right?"

The gears in her head obviously turn as the rules in your world clink and clack to the mechanism's ultimate end. If that is the behavior you suggest, then she believes it is the right thing to do, and will teach it happily. "Good grief Logan, it skipped my mind completely, I'll have to correct that tomorrow."

You look back at your current subject. "Until then, why don't you give it a try? Just take a whiff and tell us what you think."

She lower's her nose to Sarah's camel toe like it's going to electrify her, and inhales deeply. "Umm..." She looks sheepishly towards the red faced quaking Sarah. "It smells kind of sweaty, musky maybe?"

"I see. Now pull her leotard aside and see how she smells with only one layer of fabric on."

She blushes, but does as ordered. "Kind of the same?"

"Wow." You give Coach Logan a look. "That's a shocker?"

The coach crosses her arms. "What about with no fabric?" Man she really wanted her athletes to walk around, pussies exposed to the world didn't she? Or maybe she just wanted that for her own uniform she was now **** to wear?

"Yes," you agree. "see how she smells with nothing covering her up."

"How..." The girl stutters, and looks at Sarah's nylon covered pussy.

Coach Logan sighs, growing impatient with her student stalling the FBM. She reaches for Sarah crotch with both hands, and rips a hole wide open. Her vagina blooms out of the tight nylon like a rose coming out of the snow.

"Oh..." The girl closes her eyes, and moves closer to her partner's pussy to inspect it's musky smell.

"Come on!" You encourage putting your hand on the back of the woman's head. "You've got to get right in there." You move her head forward until her nose is buried within her team's velvet taco. "There we go, how is it?"

She makes a noise like she's trying to suck snot out of her sinuses and down her throat. There's coughing and sputtering as whatever moisture she inhaled from Sarah's pussy hits the back of her throat, causing her to fall back onto her butt and cough. "Still ugh, *cough cough* still pretty sweaty."

"Damn." Coach Logan stomps her foot slightly. "What do you think Michael?"

"I don't know Coach Logan, I'm going to have to figure this out. But rest assured girls..." Sarah finally collapses to the mat, exhausted from holding her lewd bridge during that entire inspection. "I'm not going to leave your class alone until I'm satisfied."

(Any idea what to do with this class in future chapters? I'm leaning towards them becoming an outfits stretching team of bbws, but I'm crazy. So if you have any alternate suggestions that would help them avoid this fate, lemme know.)