Dwarves and Giants: Gym Date (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY IS A LEAD UP TO: Female Half-Giant TF and Sexual Content

WORDS: 3000

At a glance, Chell and Georgia couldn't be more different. Georgia is a strongfat, seemingly no nonsense gym trainer. Chell is a dwarf woman with a penchant for dark clothing, shenanigans, and a hidden secret. Where the two meet is with a gym session gone strange thanks to a pouring thunderstorm forcing them into a more "intimate" location.

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      Quick labored breaths was all that could be heard from the short and curvy woman's mouth as she wiped sweat from her brow. Her legs started to feel like rubber as they tried to keep up with the pounding pace of the beast below her. The thumping of her heart told her she it wouldn’t be much longer until her lower body broke from the intense workout.

      “Come on, you can do another five minutes!” said a voice to the exhausted woman’s side; pushing her to finish her marathon run on a treadmill in the middle of the gym.

      This short, sweat-slicked, pale skinned woman was Chell. She was no more than four feet in height and wore her goth identity proud with black hair tied up into twin buns with purple highlights at the tips of her bangs. Her all-black fashion choices included the yoga pants with a thin strip of snakeskin pattern on the side, a crop top featuring a hole to show off her underboob, and fishnet sleeves wrapped around her arms that ended in fingerless gloves. These clothes fit snuggly over her modestly sized curves that surprisingly did not pop with the haggard stomps of her black sneakers on the treadmill.

      Try as Chell might to keep up with the workout, there was undeniable exhaustion in her set of cyan blue eyes marked with heavy liner that extended into acute points. “I…don’t think… I… I can…-“ she tried to get past her supple lips, only to be stopped mid-sentence by the voice from before.

      “Yes, you can! None of that negativity, only think positively!”

      The voice belonged to Chell’s trainer, Georgia who stood a full two feet and a half taller than her. Despite her green hoody’s baggy nature, the slight gut tucked into her yoga pants still managed to peek out to further entice alongside the outline of her reasonably sized breasts. Her bulk, acquired through a mixture of diet and exercise routines, had also granted her thick arms to match her large hands. This mix of fat and muscle was exemplified by the wide hips, powerful thighs, and large butt that were emphasized by her tight pants.

      Whenever Chell turned to the side, she could see the pink skin and full cheeks of Georgia’s face staring back at her. The determined look came with a set of pouty lips and a small nose to compliment her bright green eyes. Thanks to her brown hair being done up in a bun, she was able to see the silver ring sticking out of trainer’s eyebrow that added to the stern look she gave once Chell tried to slow down.

      “Keep it moving,” Georgia said, crossing her impressive arms. “Just remember to keep your pace or else you’ll-“

      “EEP!” was all Chell could get out as she went flying off the speeding treadmill and soaring into a pile of clean towels with a loud THUD. Slowly crawling her way back out, she found herself shaken, but unharmed. Though she attempted to stand up, her exhaustion kept her at a squat while she took a moment to catch her breath.

      “You alright?” asked Georgia as she loomed over Chell.

      “Could be… better. But I’m… good. That throw…REALLY, kicked the air out of me,” Chell stated before she toppled over.

      “Easy there,” Georgia said as she managed to catch the shorter woman and slowly bring her back to her feet. “Despite your little rocket launch, you still managed to do a 45-minute session. That’s about 15 minutes longer than your usual runs. That should be more than enough for today.”

      “Agreed,” Chell replied as the two of them made their way to the changing room.

      As the pair walked, they passed by numerous women exercising, doing yoga, or lifting weights. Chell couldn’t help glancing at those who were taller, bigger, stronger, and rounder than her in some cases. This was a fixation she’s always had; unable to stop herself from staring at women far bigger than her in any way, shape or form.

      “Enjoying the sights?” asked Georgia, aware of Chell’s glances and lustful preferences.

      “Oh, uh, well-” babbled Chell as she poorly tried to cover up her staring.

      “It's fine, just don’t make a habit of it,” teased Georgia as they entered the locker room.

      “I’m the one with the habit,” Chell scoffed. “Says the girl who downs a box of donuts every Monday like a vacuum. I mean I’m surprised you’re a trainer with a physique like-YEEE!”

      Chell’s speech was halted by being suddenly lifted into the air. Using one hand and gripping the back of the shorter woman’s crop top, Georgia was able to hold her up like a cat by the scruff of the neck. Now at face level with trainer, Chell was able to clearly see the look of disapproval in her eyes.

      “Uh,” Chell began, desperately searching for an escape plan. “If I apologize, will you let me down gent-“

      SNAP!

       Chell was released from the larger woman’s grasp as her crop top tore apart. Through sheer luck, she managed to land on her feet. While she was thankful for the soft fall, she still was in a panic as she tried to hold the ripped shirt together.

      “Aww, I liked that top,” said Chell as she looked down at her ruined garment.

      “Just be happy you’re in the locker room already,” replied Georgia as parted ways to get changed.

      Taking off the remains of her torn top, Chell paused to reflect on the destroyed garment. Rather than linger on the destruction caused by the trainer’s antics, she put the torn top into her purse; the garment easily sliding into her miniscule purse with strangely no difficulty. Removing the rest of her clothes to leave herself completely nude, her attention quickly moved towards admiring the slow progress she had made during her exercise session. It had taken several months of intense training with Georgia, but seeing her body start to tone up should have been enough to motivate her. However, she still had another goal in mind for keeping up with her exercise sessions. 

            Before Chell could move on to dressing herself, she couldn’t help her eyes from wandering towards her trainer. Georgia had just finished pulling out her gym bag on the other end of the aisle. Hiding part of her body behind her locker door, Chell watched as the larger woman struggled to remove her hoodie. When the garment finally released its grasp, her belly fat was left held back by an under-sized, pink t-shirt with the phrase “Love What You Are!” stretched out by her bosom. Shimmying out of the strained top with the help of her muscular arms, she revealed a bra that seemed ready to pop apart at any moment. By the time Georgia was bouncing along her buttocks to remove her pants, Chell had completely forgotten about getting dressed.

      Chewing on her lip, the shorter woman continued to watch her trainer’s body jostle around. Too busy enjoying the display, she didn’t notice at first when her fingers started to inch towards her groin. She only became aware of her body’s urgers once she started rubbing up against her snatch. Breaths becoming heavy, she felt herself on the verge of plunging her fingers inside to fully indulge in her desires.

      The sound of people talking in the locker room made Chell quickly withdraw her hand. Grabbing her black, pentagram adorned bra from her purse, she quickly covered herself up. Rushing to pull out her black panties, she managed to get them in place to show off the writing, “Don’t just stare at it, eat it!” as the women passed by. Not wanting to risk anybody seeing her being a pervert, she continued to dress herself in a fresh outfit made up of a loose black blouse and gray yoga pants. Too concentrated on her own dressing, she didn’t seem to notice the strange looks she got from being able to store so many clothes in what equated to a purse only as large as her own head.

      As Chell was tightening up her pair of black, spiked booths with purple stirpes near the top, she involuntarily flinched as Georgia approached. Contrasting against her own fashion, the trainer had dressed herself back in her hoodie with a fresh set of sweatpants and slip-on shoes. Despite the lackluster appearance, Chell’s body gave enough of a push to still yearn for the body underneath.

      “I’ll never understand how you can fit so much into that little thing,” Georgia commented as she gestured towards dwarf’s pouch.

      “It’s a, uh, secret folding technique passed down through generations,” she managed to laugh off.

      “So Chell,” Georgia began, shrugging off the unanswered question as they left the locker room, “are you available next week for another session?”

      “I’d love to, but I got university stuff that needs to get done or my grade’s going to drop like a rock,” Chell replied.

      “Ah, that’s a shame. Not going to develop muscles that way.”

      “Well, I’m not looking to become some rail-thin model. I just want to keep the pounds off, so I don’t become a yoga ball. I mean I don’t know how you feel about being… heavy set, but I find it hard enough to keep up with most people with these little corgi legs.”

      “It’s just a little padding,” Georgia replied with a soft pat of her mid-section. “And like I showed you earlier, I can still lift most things with ease. Unless you need another demonstration?”

      “Hey come on, you don’t need to- hey wait, what’s up?”

      Georgia had stopped in her tracks, nearly making Chell charge face first into her ass.

      “Is there a problem?” asked Chell, as she noticed her trainer staring at the clock above the front desk.

      “I missed my bus,” Georgia stated, trying to hold back the annoyance in her voice. “Your session went on longer than I expected.”

      “Well, I mean you could still walk,” Chell commented, feeling a bit guilty.

      Chell’s suggestion was met with roaring thunder coming from outside. Turning towards the entrance, they were left awestruck heavy rain pouring down outside. The only thing that could overshadow the sound of the countless droplets was the heavy thuds that came from Georgia dropping her bag on the floor.

      “Well shit,” said Georgia, plopping herself down onto a bench and proceeding to rub temples. 

      “I could give you lift if you’re desperate for a ride,” Chell offered.

      Georgia let out a sigh. “Thanks. I didn’t feel up to sleeping in the gym another night.”

      “Wait here, I’ll be right back with my car,” replied Chell as she rushed out the door.

      Moments later, Georgia was pulled out of her pouting by the sound of a horn outside. As she lifted her head, she wondered what kind of vehicle the mini goth drove. She got her answer as she spotted a tiny, black, purple-lined car parked outside. Dreading the inevitable tight squeeze into the small vehicle, she pulled up her hoodie and charged out into the downpour while using her bag as a makeshift rain cover.

        Charging inside the open passenger door, Georgia was sent tumbling through. Recovering as she held onto the chair, she was surprised to find the interior spacious, almost like it was the inside of a monster truck. She was further taken aback by Chell sitting in what seemed to be a child's booster seat. At her feet there were custom-made gas and the brake pedals that gave more than enough reach to the short woman’s stubby limbs. Even the stick shift had some modifications so it could better reach its diminutive owner.

      “You okay there?” asked Chell, as Georgia had been looking about the black-lit cabin.

      “Huh, yeah, just taken aback by this thing.” Georgia replied as she got herself settled in her seat. Looking across the console, she saw a variety of strange buttons with odd glowing lights and no obvious explanation to what they would do.

      “You mean my car?”

      “Yeah, doesn’t feel quite right,” she answered, glancing over the dashboard and doing a double take as she swore she saw them shift in and out of sight. “Like, this thing looks way smaller on the outside. It doesn’t make sense.”

      “I know right? That’s why I had to scoop it before somebody else got this thing,” she said with her pride clear on her face. “A tiny car for city parking, with plenty of room inside to spare. I’d be mad to pass it up. So, where to?”

      “Oh, uh, here’s the address,” Georgia answered as she held her phone screen up to the diminutive driver. “Nobody else I work with knows that, so you better damn well keep that to yourself.”

      “Hey, lips sealed here,” the dwarf replied, leaning towards a silver bauble near the steering wheel and whispering the address into the device.

      The drive over to Georgia’s place was quiet for the most part. That was, outside some scares from other drivers having issues traversing through the heavy rain. However, they eventually managed to make it to Georgia’s apartment complex without any incident.

      “Wow,” Chell said, parking her car to properly crane her neck up at the fourteen-story structure. “Now that’s a large building.”    

      “Isn’t everything big to you?” teased Georgia.

      “Well, uh… not everything!” Chell shot back in a poor attempt to defend herself, her shaky voice standing out as she turned off the engine for a moment.

      “Sure, sure,” Georgia said as she patted the shorter woman’s head. “Thanks for the lift. I’ll give you a discount on our next session. Until then, hope you have a safe ride and best of luck with that university stuff.”

      As Georgia sped out of the parked car and through the rain, Chell watched on. Once she was certain that her trainer had reached safety, she attempted to turn her car back on. Her efforts were met with an unsettling groan as the engine stalled. Several more turns of the key repeated the rude noise but brought no life to the car. Trying various buttons and slamming on the wheel came with the same result no matter how many times she tried. Pounding her fist against the horn, she took a moment to notice the slight tapping on the glass.

      “Car trouble?” Georgia asked, standing outside the window with an umbrella in hand.

      “Y-yeah,” Chell tried to nervously laugh off. “Mind if I come in for a bit while I phone for a ride?”

      “You think anybody is coming in this weather?” Georgia replied as she gestured towards the downpour surrounding them.

      “You have a point,” Chell admitted. “Know anywhere I can stay the night then?”

      Georgia thought for a moment, with the internal struggle inside of her mind clear on her face. Despite the kindness that Chell had shown her for the lift, she was well aware of her “secretive” desires. Chell was still a little pervert and was uncertain what the little dwarf would do in her apartment. Despite that, she still couldn’t bring herself to say no.

      “You can sleep on my couch tonight if you don’t mind that kind of thing,” Georgia finally offered.

      “I won’t argue with that,” Chell answered, quickly unbuckling and grabbing her purse before leaping out of the car.

      One awkward sprint through the rain later, the pair of women made their way to Georgia’s apartment with their clothes weighed down with multiple pounds of water. Entering the trainer’s domicile, Chell looked around the main room consisting of a large, plush leather couch. The comfy looking seat was positioned behind a coffee table that had been perched in the perfect spot to snack from while watching the nearby TV.

      “Nuh-uh,” Georgia said as Chell started to approach the couch. “You’re not sitting down on that while you’re soaked.”       

      “So what then? Want me to strip down to my birthday suit?” asked Chell. Her answer came in the form of an oversized t-shirt slamming into her like a cannonball.

      “Something like that,” said the now shirtless Georgia before she ducked into her bedroom.

      Taking the hint, Chell went into the bathroom to get changed and clean up her smudged make up as best she could. Moment later, she shuffled back out, now draped in the oversized pink shirt that reached below her knees. Pulling the slack garment tight, she was able to read the text, “Princess of the Dogs,” with a couple of stark white dogs on each side it. Though it was far from her usual choice, she let out a sigh that it would have to do.

      Chell’s attempt to fix the large shirt caught her off-guard when Georgia returned. Like the dwarf, she had adorned herself into an oversized shirt. However, the garment reached down to a more sensible length around her chubby mid-section, leaving visible the set of boy shorts that showed off her thick legs and the outline of her firm, fat butt.

      “Mind tossing me your stuff?” asked Georgia. “I’ll give them a wash so they’ll be ready in the morning for you.”

      “Sure thing,” Chell said, leaving her phone on the coffee table to properly ball up her clothes. Glancing over at her host, she couldn’t hide the grin on her face as a thought popped into her head. The wicked expression on her face lasted until her attempt at vengeance was stopped by the trainer catching the clothes mid-air to prevent them from smacking her in the face.

      “Thanks, now go sit your ass down,” Georgia said, gathering up her own soaked clothes for the wash.

      With a bit of effort, Chell managed to climb up onto the couch. She let loose a sigh of relaxation as she sank into the soft cushions. The toes of her bare feet curled at the amount of comfort and the faintest smell of her crush. Her relaxed state was overcome by her frantically moving her dangling legs as she heard Georgia coming by.

      “Okay our clothes should be ready for the dryer in an hour,” Georgia commented. “Do you have any issues with watching Cumberbatch?”

      “That period piece romance drama?”

      “Yeah. Seen any of it?”

      “Seen it? I love-uhhhh, actually yeah, just the occasional episode here and there,” Chell quickly corrected. “My… roommate is into it.”

      “Ooooookay,” Georgia said with a raised eyebrow before making her way to the kitchen. “You drink at all?”

      “Whenever I can,” Chell said with renewed enthusiasm. “Booze isn’t allowed on campus and my roommates are killjoys.”

      “Fruit-flavored seltzer work?”

      “Sure. Got blue raspberry?”

      Chell got her response as she caught a can flying at her face at the last second.

      “You're lucky, that’s the last one,” commented Georgia as she strolled towards the couch with a green can in her fingers. “Settle in. I’ve been meaning to catch up.”

      Four episodes and nine cans later, the initial awkwardness of the meeting had disappeared. Though neither had been in a rush to talk at the start, their lips became looser with each sip. Instead of awkwardly sitting in silence, the two women were laughing and giggling to themselves as they used the show as inspiration for jokes only funny to their inebriated states.

      “Oh look, here comes Lady Clementina Throatsfield, the waiting lady of Oglethorpe,” joked Chell before she broke out into more laughter.

      “Think she’ll succeed in… anything?” asked Georgie with a light chuckle.

            “Maybe for half an episode, then it will go tits up and go pout about it at Oglethorpe, while “ogling” her staff.”

      Both women broke out into roars of laughter that made them roll across the couch.

            “Kind of a shame she hates Martha,” Georgia remarked between gulps of her latest can. “I’d love to see that face eating out that ass.”

      “Whoa, didn’t think you swinged that way or were that kinky,” Chell commented.

      “Huh?” Georgia asked, taking a moment for her drunken thoughts to catch up. “Oh yeah. Women. Tried men, but, eh. Not for me,” Georgia finished, rewarding herself with another gulp of seltzer.

      “But what gets you going?” asked Chell between sips of her drink. “Like, what makes you super horny?”

      “People I like.”

            “Am I on that list?” Chell asked, the question only possible thanks to her loose state of mind.

      Georgia shook her head. “Nah, you fall on a different list.”

      “Different how?”

      Crushing the empty can in her hand, Georgia tossed it aside and turned towards Chell In an instant, the larger woman brought her mass down on top of her helpless victim. When the trainer managed to pick herself up, she shuffled around to have her face hovering right above Chell’s

      “In need of a good dominating list,” Georgia answered as she wobbled her bely against Chell’s thighs.

      With lustful intent behind her eyes, Georgia began to move herself down. Shuddering in anticipation, Chell closed her eyes and held out her lips for a kiss. What she received instead was a powerful slam as the entirety of her trainer’s weight came down on her. Though she struggled at first, she realized the futility as she heard the loud snores emanating from Georgia. Trapped beneath the large mass, the dwarf’s body went limp. Letting the booze get to her, she closed her eyes and settled in for a good long rest.