Chapter 94

"So what we're going to do now is, we're going to do squats and hip raises, alternating. After we do one set, we'll massage the area to help with lymphatic circulation. After we cool down, we'll do another set and repeat. We're going to do squats with a wide stance. Wide stance means spreading your legs a bit wider, and we're going to focus on the inner thigh muscles and butt muscles. After we do hip raises, we'll do downward dog and cobra poses, which are yoga poses, to loosen up our bodies and find our balance."

"yes."

He had me stand with my legs apart, holding my waist from behind, putting my feet between my legs. He had me spread my legs wide so that they looked like the Chinese character for eight (八), and had me stand with my legs wide apart, holding my waist with my hands. It was a very confident posture.

He makes her slightly stick her butt out, then puts one hand on her stomach as if hugging her from behind and has her control her breathing.

"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, now exhale and lower. Lower… yes, so that your legs are at a right angle, just like that."

Bend your legs so that they are at a right angle with your buttocks sticking out behind you, and have your trainer hold your waist with both hands and move it up and down.

"Okay, move up and down like this, then down to the left. Then to the right. Keeping the posture... Yes, repeat like this. Make sure your knees don't come together, in a circle, like this, one, two, three."

Every time I move my waist up and down and shake it left and right, I feel embarrassed. For some reason, I remember the female-on-top exercise I did this morning… Seriously, it's so similar to the posture I did back then, but the only difference is that I raise my legs a little higher, assume a more precise posture, and move regularly.

As I shook my waist to the trainer's cries, the hands came down from my waist little by little, and a voice came from slightly below, as if checking my posture. As I lowered my waist and shook it left and right to the cries of "one, two," I felt the leggings stretch and shrink elastically, sticking to my large butt.

"Haa, haa, haa…."

"Breathe, breathe. One, two, three."

"Yes, yes… haa…."

Pay attention to your breathing and lower your waist again and shake it from side to side. Once more, and once more.

Occasionally, as if to correct my poor posture, he would touch my buttocks and move to match my waist swaying left and right. I wonder how many more times I moved. As the trainer felt my body sweating and heating up, he touched my buttocks and my waist began to tremble more and more. When I lowered my waist and moved to the chant, he stopped the chant by placing his arms under my buttocks as if he was making a chair in the air.

"Okay, stop…."

"Haaak… haa, haaah…."

My legs, which have lost their strength, start to tremble and I try to stand up, but I can't do it easily. As if the last moment is important, the trainer helps me stand up by pushing up the hand under my buttocks. Maybe it's because my body is soaked with sweat, but I can feel the body temperature vividly through his large hands to the point where I forget I'm wearing leggings.

As we struggle to get up, the trainer times us.

"I'll give you 20 seconds."

"Yes, yes?! 20 seconds?"

"If you rest too much, the effects of exercise will disappear. Okay, after 20 seconds, do it again right away."

It seems like I haven't been able to rest properly, but I'm immediately made to lower my waist again. Now, the trainer seems to be worried that I won't be able to keep my balance properly, so he keeps correcting my posture by holding my waist with both hands, then supporting my buttocks. When he holds my waist and makes me shake it left and right, my lower body also touches it, but after a while, I started to feel tired to the point where I didn't even notice that.

I realized it only then, but it was just that I had more muscle mass than a woman's body, and it was hard to say that I had a body with great stamina. Even as a man, I didn't like working out.

More than anything else, my large breasts really get in the way whenever I move up and down. Even if I want to keep my balance, my breasts shake and get in the way, and when I try to push my hips back further, my center of gravity seems to gather in my upper body. I heard that women's bodies have a center of gravity that is a little lower than men's, so maybe when I first turned into a woman, I was able to walk without much difficulty because my breasts were so big that there wasn't much difference in my center of gravity.

"Haak, haak, haak…!"

"Breathe, breathe evenly."

"Hoo… haa, hoooo… haaaaa…."

As I stood up, my trembling legs supported by the trainer, I was out of breath even though it was only two sets. As if he knew where my limits were, he stopped me whenever I really thought I couldn't do it anymore, so in an instant, both my legs were soaked with sweat.

Especially, the areas where the trainer's hands had touched were already slightly wet, perhaps because of the heat, in the shape of his handprints. After a short break, he made me move my waist again, saying that it was the last set.

Strangely enough, even though I only rested for a moment, my body, which had been saying that it couldn't do it any more just a moment ago, began to move slowly and repeatedly while struggling. However, as I gradually became impatient and my posture became squished and I tried to move quickly, the trainer suddenly stepped forward, bent down on my knees, and placed one hand on my waist and the other on my vagina.

"Right now, your center of gravity is off and you can't move your waist properly. Just focus on your legs and move your waist according to the movements of my hands."

"Yes, yes…."

When the trainer holds my waist and lowers me, my weight is transferred to the hand placed on my vagina. I think about what happened with Instructor Baek A-young earlier, and I think that he was just putting his hand on my perineum to help me maintain my balance, but I feel tired and sweaty, so I don't pay much attention and move my waist.

If you grab your waist and pull it down, you will feel the trainer's thick pubic hair pressed against your hand. If you push up his hand, he will raise your waist accordingly, then lower it again and move your waist in time with the movement of his palm to the side.

She shakes her waist to the chant of left and right, up and down, one, two, one, two. Maybe it's because her body is filled with a heat different from excitement, but when he tilts his palm to the left and gently presses it as if telling her to shake her waist to the left, she can't ask him to do that with words, so she keeps her mouth shut and just hopes that he'll finish quickly.

"One, two, three, again, one, two, three."

"Yeah, uh, uh, haa… uh, uh…."

"Okay, stop."

"Whoaaaa ...

After barely finishing one set, I felt like I was going to collapse as if all the tension in my body was gone. However, my lower body was soaked in sweat, and my heart was pounding from the inside of my stomach, and my blood was pumping quickly, and I felt a strange sense of pleasure.

And only then, as I slowly lifted the trainer's hand from above my vagina, the heat disappeared and it suddenly felt like it was getting cold, did I remember that his hand had touched my vagina, which was wearing nothing but leggings.

Because of the exercise, I was so focused on how hard it was that I didn't think about it at all. Even though he was pressing and touching my pubic hair with his palm, I thought it was natural because it was exercise and it was correcting my posture, and I wanted to finish it quickly, so I shook my waist as he told me to, but I became anxious that he might have realized later that I wasn't wearing any panties.

"How are you?"

"yes yes?"

"Are your thighs and butt really sore? Especially the upper part?"

When I heard you say it, it was definitely like that. Rather than a dull ache, it felt like a slight tingling and refreshing sensation, and that subtle pain felt good.

I answered, thinking that since I was exercising and not paying any attention to what had just happened, I might not have been able to feel such a delicate sensation, and that my palm was pressed so tightly that I might not have noticed it.

"Oh, yes. Really… um, a little bit, but it feels refreshing."

"Right? Your body feels hot and you want to do more."

"yes yes."

"That's how exercise is. In your case, you manage yourself well, so you have more strength than I thought. So when I first start working out, I check to see what your limits are, and since you do more than I thought, I increased the number of repetitions."

Was that so? It was really amazing that it stopped right when I thought I couldn't do it anymore, but I thought it was amazing because I thought there was a set number of times. As expected, experts are experts...

"Okay, let's rest for about a minute and then we'll go straight into hip raises. Lie down comfortably and rest."

"Lying down?"

"Hip raises are a lying-down exercise."

I slowly laid down, catching my breath as the trainer pointed to the yoga mat. Before I started sweating after working out, I thought the bra top was just too embarrassing, but after I got warm, I liked it more than I thought.

Men sometimes take off their tops when they get hot while exercising, but women can't do that, so wearing this can make them feel just as refreshed. I guess it helps cool down faster, and since there's a lot of exposure, there's less discomfort from sweating, and the leggings fit tightly, so you don't really feel that sticky feeling... I thought it was a little embarrassing when I wore it, but now I think it's a good outfit for exercising.

By the way, what kind of exercise is this that you can do lying down instead of lying down? The trainer gave me about a minute to do it while I was lying down, then immediately knelt down next to me and started touching various parts of my body.

Grab the arms so that the palms face down, press down on the shoulders as if to properly position them, place your hands just above the chest and on the stomach, then remove them, grab the hips and slightly turn them to the left.

He went down and grabbed my ankles with both hands, then suddenly placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs wide open.

"I'll start by loosening up your hip joint for a moment. If you're surprised, you'll get hurt."

"Oh, yes…."

Because of her large breasts, her view was blocked, making it impossible to see what was happening below. In fact, it was so blocked that the upper part of the trainer's chest could barely be seen.

The trainer bends over with my legs wide open while I lie down. I should say he puts his weight on me, but I can feel him slowly supporting my body on my legs and spreading them wide, pressing the ligaments in my hip joint.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah…."

Maybe it's because of the posture, but every time I press, something touches my vagina... Because of the hot heat and the posture, I thought I knew what it was, so I was startled the first time it touched me, but after touching it about five times and then lifting it off, I thought it was inevitable because I'm a man, and that it was just the stretching posture, so I tried not to pay attention.

As soon as you finish the pose where you spread your legs wide to the sides with your knees bent, this time, hold your legs together, grab your ankles, and push them toward you, rounding your waist. When your feet are above your head and touching the yoga mat, press your lower body tightly against it and put your weight on it.

"Wow, you're so flexible."

"Oh, oh, yes… a little."

Kook, kook, kook

"Oh, oh, oh."

They were so close together that the heat was transmitted as it was. Seriously, this was… It was extremely embarrassing because his dick was touching me while my vagina was completely exposed, but even so, when my lower body was close together and his weight was applied, I could definitely feel the back of my waist being pressed and stretched, so I stayed quiet.

This time, press down on the waist while counting to eight, then slowly raise the body and return to the lying position.

For some reason, even though I thought it was stretching, the heat underneath me seemed to have gotten worse than before… .

"Okay, now let's do a hip raise."

"Yes, yes…."

It's just stretching... The trainer keeps telling me that it's strange to be conscious of it because I'm used to it and I'm doing it as if it's nothing.

The trainer again moves my body with his hands to get me into a hip raise position. I bend my legs halfway, spread them slightly, and place my feet on the ground. I keep my palms on the ground and stretch my arms outward enough to avoid losing my balance and falling to the left or right while doing the exercise. That's it.

Slowly raise your waist while in that position.

"Yes, a little more, a little more... Don't try to support yourself with your shoulders! With your butt, right? Be conscious of this and straighten your body from your shoulders to your knees, two, three, four, down~."

This exercise wasn't that hard. The trainer next to me kept checking my body's center by looking between my legs. When I turned my gaze slightly to the side, I could see that my pants were sticking out a lot. It wasn't all the way out, but it was a... trace, I guess. The shape was visible through his clothes.

It's huge... Seriously, maybe a little bigger than David.

She tries hard to avoid eye contact and continues to lift her waist. Her large breasts are also in the way, so it is difficult to see how much she has lifted, so the trainer ends up placing his hands under her buttocks and repeatedly pushing her up if she goes too low.

"Okay, down."

As I lower my hips back down, the trainer's hand that was supporting me underneath gets crushed. When the hand that was crushed by my large hips pushes up my waist as if using force, I raise my waist again and then lower it, repeating the process.

"Now let's take a break… By the way, can you not see it?"

"yes?"

"No, it keeps getting tilted to the side and doesn't match up either… Now that I look at it, I wonder if your… breasts are too big to see."

"Oh, yes… that's right."

It was an embarrassing problem, but it was true and I thought it was something the trainer should know, so I readily admitted it. Then the trainer seemed to be thinking about it for a while and asked a question as if asking for understanding.

"Then… did you see me focusing with Instructor Baek A-young earlier?"

"Oh, yes."

"Like that, since you can't look down right now, I'll put my hands on your perineum and buttocks and adjust your position a little left and right, up and down. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's okay."

After all, it was just exercise. And since he had already touched the ground during the squats just now and nothing had happened, and since I had seen him getting into position with Instructor Baek A-young, I could understand why he was asking for understanding, so I gave permission without hesitation. Then, he immediately started doing hip raises again, and this time, the trainer's hands were placed over her buttocks and vagina.

"Okay, one, two, three, four, put it down… put it back up, one, two, three, four…."

"Ugh, yeah… haa…."

She really skillfully corrects her posture, as if she finds it most comfortable to do so by placing her hand between her legs and on her vagina. If she is slightly turned to the side, she pushes her inner thigh in the opposite direction, and if she feels like she is putting more strength into her right buttock, she corrects her posture by slightly pushing the hand covering her vagina to the right.

Sure, it was embarrassing, but it seemed to be faster and easier to do this. If you hold onto your waist, it would have been hard to adjust the height while twisting left and right and correcting it up and down. This time, there were no problems, and after finishing one set by only correcting my posture, the trainer's hands left my body.

"I'll only do two sets of hip raises."

"Oh, yes."

Before I knew it, my lower body was really soaked with sweat, and the places I touched had changed color slightly. Rather, there were few places that had maintained their original color, and sweat was running down my back and stomach. Rather than wanting to wipe it off with a towel, I felt a little refreshed.

"Then I'll take a quick break and then do Viking wide squats again."

"Huh? Again?"

"Yes, I won't do as many as before, but I'll just do two sets. Don't you think you'll be able to do it since you've been doing other exercises and have recovered a bit?"

It was so hard earlier… If I tried again, I think I could do it again, using the other muscles, just like you said.

The trainer started massaging my legs with his hands as I lay there resting for a while.

"If you don't massage your legs like this, they won't get prettier no matter how you exercise. During your break time like now, I'll give you a massage, and at the end, I'll correct your posture by doing yoga, and after you do some stretching, I'll loosen up your legs again."

"Oh, yes. Thank you."

"I'll be gentle because it might hurt."

As I was getting my legs massaged like that, I suddenly remembered the erotic massage I had before. The hand movements were quite similar, so I thought that the man who gave me the massage back then really knew how to give a proper massage. In fact, it seemed like he was even more skilled.

There is a slight difference in the hand movements. If the trainer now says that he is kneading the entire area as if he is loosening the muscles and circulating the blood, then the masseuse is not kneading but rather circulating the blood… um… what should I say? Should I say that he is applying acupressure in a sliding manner using oil as a lubricant?

Even so, the massage I was receiving right now felt pretty good. It felt good to have hands loosening my slightly tense muscles.

"I guess you're getting used to it now?"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Before, I was startled when you touched me, but now I feel like you're entrusting your body to me."

… Sure, I was really nervous before I started exercising enough to sweat, but after I did it, I realized that it wasn't really because I felt bad intentions, but because I thought that they were just trying to correct my posture, so I became less conscious of it.

The trainer, who had been massaging my legs, grabbed my legs with his hands and made a "clap!" sound, then stood up and said.

"Okay, let's try squats again!"

At those words, I stood up and assumed the same posture as before. The trainer corrected the slight differences, and when I stood still with both arms on my waist, this time, instead of grabbing my waist, the trainer stood right in front of me with my knees half-bent and put his hands between my legs.

"Then this time, instead of correcting your posture, should I have you lower your waist with my hand?"

"yes?"

"So, if you look with your eyes, up to this height… Ah, you said you couldn't see the bottom, right? Hmm…."

The trainer seemed to be moving somewhere I couldn't see. I sat halfway down and got closer, so I really couldn't see it. Seriously, my breasts are so big... .

The trainer, who seemed to be pondering what he was doing, straightened his posture again and looked up at me.

"Um… Then, I'm going to hold out my palm at the exact center, at the right height. Would you like to slowly lower your waist?"

"Huh? Yes…."

Although I was bewildered, I lowered my waist as I was told. As I slowly lowered my waist, when my legs were at a right angle, I felt something touching my vagina.

"Oh, over there…."

"Um… I originally planned to have you check the height and center while looking at my hands and then move them yourself, but since you can't see it… I think it would be better to touch them like this. Touch them like this, then lift your waist again, then touch them again, then move your waist to the left like before, then touch them again, and do the same thing the other way. Can you do it?"

"Oh, then… so. With your hands as the center?"

"Yes, this is originally a solo exercise, so I'd like to teach you so that you can do it alone when you want… What do you think?"

It's a little... strange, but I understand. My chest is so big that you can't see the bottom, so there's nothing I can do about it... So, if I want to do it by myself, it would be good if I could do it without a trainer correcting my posture.

Even though I thought it was strange, I got used to it because his hands kept touching, and since it was a personal trainer room and there were no other people around and I couldn't see them, I thought it was okay, so I nodded and started shaking my hips to the trainer's commands.

"One, two, three, right? One, two, three, right? They have to touch, right? They have to touch, right in the center."

"Oh, where are you?"

"Slightly to the left, yes. Reach, raise, and again."

It was harder than I thought to find the invisible hand while shaking my waist. I tried to look down to check the location, but it was hard to gauge the location because the trainer's arm was halfway covered by my large chest. In addition, after looking down, I realized that my chest was shaking a lot every time I did this movement. It was shaking much less than usual, so I didn't pay attention, but looking at it like this, it was shaking up and down so much that it was really hard not to look at it.

However, the trainer's gaze was not directed at the chest, but at the outstretched hand. Seeing that expressionless look, I thought that he really didn't care about anything else and was only focused on correcting his posture. So I also tried to focus on the exercise by looking forward and concentrating on shaking my waist.

I placed my vagina on the trainer's palm, who was still, in time with the slogan, and repeated this several times. Since I couldn't tell the height properly, I pressed lightly and moved my waist several times, and at some point, my vagina started to get hot and my breathing started to get rough.

"Haaak, hak, haaak…."

"Pay attention to your breathing. One, two."

"Yes, yes… haaah… hoooooo…."

Knock, knock, knock

I put my vagina on the hot palm over and over again. As I put my vagina on the palm of his hand, as if telling a puppy to put its hand out, and followed the chant, my mind started to feel strange. Why on earth am I doing this? It's so embarrassing and shameful… It seems too sexy to be called exercise, but it's true that my buttocks and leg muscles really tense up, so I can't stop thinking that it's exercise.

"stop."

"Haa, hak, haa…."

Even while resting, the trainer didn't seem to have any intention of getting up. Seeing him just standing there with his hand out, I caught my breath, thinking that he would do it the second time just like before.

Certainly… I felt like my posture had improved a little bit compared to before. I should say that my posture was corrected on its own as I kept thinking about the height and position while moving. And when I think about it, this was actually shorter and had a smaller contact area than trying to keep the posture like before.

If there was a problem, it was that because the exercise time was long and the blood circulation was good… my clitoris felt slightly erect. It didn't feel that way when I was moving, but it seemed to happen after I rested for a while and felt my heart beating faster… I thought it was because the heat was transmitted because we kept touching, and I thought it was an illusion, but when I was told to do it again, I started shaking my waist to the chant, and I immediately felt my head tense like a tattered cloth soaked in water.

"One, two, three, up~One, two, three."

"Ah, haa… ugh…."

Zzz, s ...

Since some time ago, whenever he touched me, it felt like something was sticking to me. When I tried to support myself with my trembling legs and turned my waist, my sweaty vagina seemed to get even wetter, perhaps because of the heat.

I shook my waist, trying to believe it wasn't true, and at the last moment when I was about to lower and raise my waist, my body, which had lost its strength, was lifted up as if to help it get up, and my vagina clung to his palm. When it fell, there was a loud, sticky sound that was strangely loud that I couldn't hear it this time.

Tsk tsk…