Training with Twins (Patreon)

It was late on a Friday night as a short and scrawny man walked up to the front door of the local gym. Standing at barely more than five feet tall and only weighing a measly 100 pounds, Jackson had responded to an ad he’d seen on Instagram from a personal trainer promising people that if they signed up for his program and didn’t show any progress after a month, they could get their money back. Apparently the advertisement was such a success, the influencer had had to hire additional trainers to help new customers, so tonight, Jackson was supposed to meet up with Cameron to start the first day of what he hoped would be an effective fitness regime.

But when he tried to pull open the gym’s front doors, he found that they wouldn’t budge. “What the hell?” he muttered, checking his phone to make sure he got the time right. Everything seemed in order on his end, so he knocked on the door and tried looking around inside. “Hellooooo?!” he yelled, “Are you guys closed?” He was about to call them from his phone when he saw a woman walk through the lobby, and he banged on the door again, grabbing her attention.

The closer she got to the door, the taller Jackson realized she was. Taller than him for sure—almost everybody was—but by the time she stopped on the other side of the door, he realized she was taller than any woman he’d ever seen before. Definitely over 7 feet, at a minimum.

She pushed open the door, arching an eyebrow at how small he was compared to her. “Wow, not even strong enough to open up the door at a gym?” she teased, making him blush as he nervously scurried past her. “That’s pretty ironic. You really are a bit of a weakling, huh?”

“It was just locked,” he mumbled. “You guys aren’t closed, right? I was supposed to have a training session with Cameron at 7:30.”

“You’re looking at her!” the woman replied, placing her hands on her hips as she beamed down at the little man. “Wow, you’re a fucking shorty though, aren’t you?” She reached down and grabbed Jackson’s arm with just her thumb and pointer finger, effortlessly lifting him several feet off the ground.

“Hey!…” he meekly objected, barely feeling man enough to protest her brazen behavior. “I thought you’d be a guy. I’d rather train with a guy,” he quietly complained.

“Pfft, that’s sexist,” the muscular woman snorted, and began heading back to the main area of the gym. “That crazy actually, cuz I thought I’d be training with a man too, but instead you’re just some shrimpy loser.” Once they reached the workout room, Cameron twisted Jackson’s body around, calling out for her sister to look up from her spot on the squat rack. “Michelle, look!”

Jackson turned to see that in an otherwise empty gym, there was another woman, who saw Cameron come in and shelved her weights. “Whoah, who’s this pipsqueak?” the other woman laughed, and as she jogged over to them, Jackson realized that she was just as tall as Cameron. In fact, they both looked almost identical: over seven feet tall, with thick, muscular legs and sinewy arms that showcased their years of fitness dedication. Both of them were wearing sports bras and tight short shorts, with their hairs done up in a ponytail and their skin slightly glistening from sweat.

“He was one of David’s sign-ups, I was supposed to train him tonight,” Cameron answered. “But I dunno, now that I’m actually seeing him in person…” She bit her lip, eyes ravaging his body up and down, “I kinda think it’d be more fun to just fuck around with him.”

Michelle giggled and walked up behind Jackson, feeling around his body with her powerful hands as she chimed in her agreement, “Yeah, that could be fun.”

“Wait, w-what?” the little man sputtered. “But I already made a deposit!” he complained.

“Aw, hear that Michelle? The whiny little fucker made a deposit,” Cameron pretended to gasp. “Don’t worry hun, what we’re gonna do to you is worth a lot more than whatever you paid our boss.” She looked to her sister, “Hold him up for me while I pull his pants down.” Jackson’s eyes widened, as he felt Michelle grab both of his upper limbs from behind and hold his wrists together with a single hand, while Cameron pulled his shorts and boxers down, just as his dick was beginning to harden.

Jackson wasn’t sure what he should do, but there wasn’t much he could do anyways, so he simply hung helplessly from one of the giant women’s grasp while the other knelt down on the floor, licked her lips with a smile, and then wrapped her mouth around the small man’s package. She didn’t even have to work her way up to a deep-throat, since his dick was so small compared to her mouth that she was easily able to bury his entire length past her lips without even hesitating. Snaking her tongue out, she tickled his balls for a few seconds, inducing a series of struggles from Jackson before she greedily sucked his balls into her mouth too.

But then Cameron suddenly pulled away, so quickly that her saliva dribbled down from her lips, and she looked up at Jackson with a pouting expression. “Are you gonna tell our boss that you didn’t get your fitness session?”

Jackson fervently shook his head, “No! I mean—or, yeah, I… I’ll tell him whatever you want.”

Michelle softly stroked Jackson’s body with her hand, almost like she was petting him. “We wanna hear you beg for it then,” she whispered right beside him, licking his ear before snickering along with her sister.

“I can’t take my clothes off until you tell us what you want,” Cameron smirked, standing up and stepping closer to Jackson’s still-dangling body. “Imagine if I took my top off. How small your itty bitty head would feel between my boobs.” She traced her finger along his chin, her other hand teasing his erection. “That’s what you want, right?”

Hastily, the horny little man nodded his head. “I won’t tell your boss anything. Actually I mean, I’ll tell him that we had a session together and you were really good.” Cameron smiled, and Michelle winked at her sister for how easy it all was. “Now um… can you please keep, uh…”

“Hm? What do you want?”

“Can you give me a blowjob, please,” he swallowed nervously.

“That’s not really begging,” Michelle scoffed.

“Please! I’m begging you Cameron, please give me a blowjob. I’ll come back every week and pay for every session and give you five star reviews.”

“How about,” Michelle cooed, grabbing one of Jackson’s legs so she could turn his body upside down, “you eat me out, and if you do a good job, then I’ll let you fuck my sister.” She pulled open the waistband of her shorts and panties, depositing the little man’s head inside, and then snapped her shorts closed to force his face against her clean-shaven sex. Right away, as she held his scrawny body upside-down by his ankles, the tall woman felt his little tongue get to work on licking her vaj. He wasn’t exactly doing the best job of it, but half of Michelle’s excitement came from how small he felt inside her pants, which was enough to make it a satisfying ordeal.

Meanwhile, as she waited for the two of them to finish up, Cameron pulled Jackson’s shorts up (exposing more of himself since he was upside-down), and then pulled apart his pale little ass cheeks so she could stick her tongue out and give him a rimjob. “Since when do you like using your tongue so much?” Michelle asked her sister, who just giggled and shrugged, toying with the short man’s asshole and trying to shove her wiggling tongue up his tight little hole.

“This is great,” Michelle sighed, holding her hand to the back of Jackson’s head. “The smaller the man, the better the servant. And you’re one of the smallest men I’ve ever met, aren’t you?” She forced his head to nod up and down, wiping his features against her Amazon-sized pussy and smearing him with her juices. “‘Yes, I am,’” she pretended to say for him with a laugh. After several more minutes of teasing and grinding his head against her, practically using his face to masturbate with while he tried to eat her out, Michelle was finally able to achieve a climax. “Your turn,” she sighed with a smile, turning his body right side up again and handing him off to Cameron. He noted to himself that ever since stepping through the front doors of the gym, his feet hadn’t touched the ground a single time; the 7-foot women presiding over him had made sure to keep him dangling and aloft, as a constant reminder of his small and helpless state.

“Aww, does little man want his big reward?” Cameron cooed, lifting up her sports bra to allow her boobs to tumble out, bouncing against Jackson’s face. Somehow he felt even smaller in comparison to them, since they were each bigger than his whole head, and he greedily rubbed his face between Cameron’s cleavage like he was some kind of horny teenager. “Can you say ‘thank you, mommy?’” she asked with a snicker.

“Thank you mommy,” the man repeated, taking some initiative and latching his mouth onto Cameron’s nipple as if he was her baby.

She breathed in sharply, surprised at his action but not at all upset, and pet his head in encouragement as he licked around her areola. “Good boy,” she whispered. While he worked on Cameron’s nipple, Michelle nudged Jackson’s hips closer to Cameron, who remembered her sister’s promise and pulled her own pants down as well. Grabbing onto his cock, which was obviously still erect, she gave it a quick couple playful tugs before guiding the tip towards her sex.

At first, she tried to get Michelle to hold his wrists for her, so Cameron could work his pelvis, but her sister had a better idea and scooted her body closer, squishing Jackson’s body between the two girls’ torsos as a means of keeping him upright. Then Michelle slammed her hips forward, forcing Jackson’s dick to thrust into Cameron. When Michelle pulled her hips back, Jackson’s hips seemed to move with her, until she shoved him forward again into her sister. Back and forth, Michelle seemed to be using Jackson’s body as some kind of living strap-on, fucking Cameron as the two sisters held him close, licking his ears, and taunting him over his size. “You’re so small, you need another woman just to have sex,” taunted one, followed from the other with “So skinny and pathetic, you should be worshipping us instead of just thanking us for even giving you this opportunity.”

“From now on, you’re ours,” growled Michelle with a smile. “You should come home with us tonight.”

“You can be our little lover,” Cameron added, “to share and use around the house whenever we see fit. Does that sound fun, lil guy?”

“Yes,” he breathed, on the verge of cumming, as Michelle’s hips continued to force-fuck him into Cameron’s sex. “Thank you Goddess. I’ll do whatever you want from now on,” he added with a moan.

“Fuck yeah you will,” Michelle giggled. “Who do you belong to?”

“You…”

“Who do you belong to?” from Cameron.

“You, Goddess.”

“Who do you belong to?” they asked in unison, as Jackson hugged them tight, buried his head between Cameron’s tits, and came inside her.

“You!”

After he was done, the two women stepped back from one another, and Jackson was unceremoniously dropped against the gym floor for the first time since he got there, sprawled out between the two giant women. “We already finished locking up before you arrived,” Michelle explained, towering over him, and then stepped on his chest in her slow saunter towards the door. “So hurry up and follow us. We’re doing round two when we get back to our apartment.”

Hastily, Jackson pulled his pants up and got to his feet, and scurried after the two women as they headed out of the building to make their way home with their new toy man.