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Rachel had never felt like she needed to go to a gym. She had one of those metabolisms that meant she could eat literally anything, and she often did. As a result, she never even thought about joining a gym. But last week, she received a coupon in the mail for a free personal training session at the new gym that just opened up near her. Not being one to let a “$129 value” go to waste, she figured she’d try it out.

The first thing one needs to know about Rachel is that she is tall. Not just tall, but TALL. The sort of height that causes people to do a double-take as they walk by. The sort of height that makes any photo of her look photoshopped. As she walked to the double doors she couldn’t help but notice that the top of the door only reached the bottom of her chest.

That’s the next thing one needs to know about her. She’s busty. And not one to let her statuesque height hog all of the spotlight, her bust is equally impressive. If Rachel had been normal-sized, it would have been as if someone had stuffed a pair of exercise balls down her shirt. On her 10’6” frame though, they looked absolutely mountainous. She ducked down to get through the door, her shirt and bra creaked audibly at the massive weight of her breasts. But just as quickly and gracefully as she had ducked down, she stood back up again, her chest wobbling ever so slightly as it got settled.

Noticing the reception desk in front of her, she walked up. She was well aware that every eye in the reception area was glued on her body as it bounced with each step. Stopping far enough away from the reception desk that she could still see the receptionist over the swells of her gigantic breasts, she smiled down at him. His face seemed stuck in the goofiest happy position, staring directly at her chest. If he had looked up, he would have noticed a face just as unbelievable as her chest, youthful, soft, and inviting.

“Um... hi there!” She smiled again, obviously very used to having this sort of effect on people.

“H-h-h-hi...” He stammered.

“I’m here to redeem this coupon.” She doubled over a little bit to hand the paper to him, her chest coming mere millimeters from pressing into the desk. He took the coupon without saying a word and started typing on his computer.

“Ah.... y-y-yes.” He stammered again. “The l-locker rooms are o-over there... and there’s a-a waiting area on the other s-side of the locker rooms.” With each word, he seemed to be regaining a bit of his composure.

“Thanks! Have a nice day!” She smiled and turned toward the locker rooms. Before she did, he was finally able to pry his eyes away from her chest and up to her face. But the second he got a glimpse, he was back to stammering.

“Y-y—you...” was all he could manage as she walked away.

The third thing one should know about Rachel is that she is voluptuous. And if anyone hasn’t caught on yet, she’s VERY voluptuous. Her hips jutted out a ridiculous amount from her body, flaring into an insane curve. Not to be out done, those hips rounded out into a gargantuan shelf of a bubble butt whose size, like the rest of her, was mind-blowing. One might think that with hips and a rear of such epic proportions, they might lack a pleasing shape. But one look at those hips told anyone who looked that they were perfectly toned, an unbelievable mix of firmness and softness. Those hips swayed with each step, her gigantic breasts still visible from behind. The guy stared for a few moments, visibly shaking. By the time Rachel reached the locker room, he collapsed, a small wet stain on the front of his pants.

The 19 year old walked into the women’s locker room and sighed. The lockers, like the doors, were obviously built for someone much shorter than her. Someone of a more normal height, she supposed. But Rachel was used to it. She walked over to one of the lockers whose door was empty and doubled over to put her bag down. As she did, that gargantuan bubble butt of hers started pressing into the row of lockers behind her. But instead of her butt squishing against the lockers, like a normal girl’s might, those poor lockers started to rock back. Even that might not seem that unusual though, until one realizes that those lockers had been bolted to the ground. They did such a good job with those lockers, in fact, that they could have survived being crashed into by a truck. Yet one light tap from Rachel’s curvaceous rear was all it took to rock those lockers back, the bolts fastening them to the ground completely sheering.

The most amazing part of this though, was that she didn’t even seem to notice what she was doing. The amount of strength she was exerting was so tiny that she didn’t even realize she had ripped some lockers out of the ground. Rachel pulled her gym clothes out of her bag and put them on top of the locker. Thinking about it for a moment, she realized she should just keep all of her stuff up there instead of trying to use one of the tiny lockers. There was no way one of those lockers was going to fit all of her stuff, and it was not like anyone was going to be able to reach up there anyway.

She took off her t-shirt and put it on top of the lockers. Then she began undoing the hooks on her bra. All two dozen of them. When the final one opened, her breasts sprung forward, eager to be released from their prison. Amazingly enough, even without her bra her breasts were incredibly perky. They only showed the slightest bit of drooping, just enough that anyone who looked would know that they were real. Draping her bra over the top of the lockers, she grabbed her sports bra and began putting it on. Despite the gigantic size of her chest, Rachel got dressed and undressed with surprising ease.

Her breasts overflowed the sports bra a little, despite it being of an unfathomable size. The extra flesh bulged out of the top. Not an obscene amount — as if anything about Rachel wasn’t obscene — but still noticeable. As she adjusted her sports bra, she heard a voice.

“Ummmm.... excuse me?” A voice said, kind of timidly.

Rachel looked down and saw a girl looking up at her. If she had to guess, the girl was probably a few inches north of six feet tall. The girl's shirt bulged outward with what she guessed were probably N cups, maybe NN. It was obvious that this girl was used to being the biggest girl in the room, both in terms of height and bust. But compared to Rachel.... there was no comparing to Rachel.

"Oh! Sorry, am I in your way?" Rachel asked.

The girl nodded. "That's my locker..." She pointed at one of the lockers hidden behind the gigantic bra.

"Let me move that out of the way for you." Rachel smiled, pulling her bra so that it fell onto the floor right in between her and the girl's locker.

"Thanks..." The girl said, opening her locker. She couldn't help but stare down at the bra at her feet. She had thought her breasts were massive, but... she was pretty sure that bra was bigger than all of her bras combined... The girl started removing all of her clothes, her sports bra falling to the ground, ending up right on top of Rachel's bra. Even compared to that single cup, the poor girl's entire bra looked absolutely tiny.

By that point, Rachel had already slipped on her yoga pants, which clung tightly to her ridiculous curves. She doubled over to pick up her bra, her butt once again tipping backward the row of lockers behind her. Picking up her bra, she didn't realize that the other girl's bra was still inside of it. She placed the bra on top of the lockers with the rest of her stuff, and turned to leave.

As Rachel left, the girl realized that her bra was still inside that giant bra cup. The girl looked up at the bra cup hanging over the edge of the locker. Luckily, she was tall enough that she could reach up and touch it, but there was no way she could grab her own bra without pulling the other one down. Sighing, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the giant bra. It was a lot heavier than she thought it would be, requiring her to pull very hard. The bra slowly slid off of the top of the lockers and then right on top of her. She fell down to the ground, the heavy bra landing on top of her with a thud.

"Oof." She said as she pushed the bra off of herself as best she could. Standing back up, she grabbed her sports bra and put it in her locker. She knew there was no way she'd be able to get the big one back up there, so she just left it on the ground and continued undressing so that she could shower and leave.

Rachel stepped out of the locker room and looked out at the gym floor. It seemed pretty empty, but then again, it was getting late. She sat down on one of the couches, her massive hips taking up the entire thing and then some, and waited for her trainer. A few minutes later, she noticed someone walking over toward her. He was thin, but toned. A couple of years older than her, but still pretty young. She guessed that he was an inch or two below six feet, which was a bit disappointing. She was hoping for someone a bit taller. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little bit of fun with him!

The guy walked up to her, doing a surprisingly good job of not staring. She wondered if he was just trying to be professional, but figured he was more flustered than he let on.

"Hey! I'm Ben. I'll be doing your free training session." He smiled, looking at her face, and holding out his hand. She hadn't noticed him look at her chest once. That had to be a record...

"Nice to meet you, Ben. I'm Rachel." She smiled back, her hand completely engulfing his as they shook.

"Nice to meet you, Rachel." He said. "So what brings you in? Do you go to the gym much? Or is there anything in particular you'd like to focus on?"

Rachel was impressed. Ben STILL hadn't looked at her chest, as far as she could tell. When he wasn't looking directly at her face, he was looking away.

"Nothing in particular." She shrugged, those breasts wobbling a bit in front of him. "I haven't really spent much time in a gym. I'm really just here because I'm as sucker for free stuff!" She giggled. "So maybe, um... just a good workout?"

Ben nodded. "Sure, we can definitely do that. How about since you haven't really gone to the gym much, we do a workout that'll give you a little taste of a bunch of different exercises? Like an 'around the world sort' of thing."

It was Rachel's turn to nod. "That sounds good!" She began to stand up, her breasts accidentally brushing lightly against his body as she stood up... and up... and up. "Oops! Sorry about that, sometimes I forget how much space I take up." She giggled. She would have sworn that the act of her standing up, teamed up with her unbelievable curves, would have broken him. Yet still, he didn't look like he was looking anywhere but her face.

Maybe he just doesn't like tall girls? Or big girls? Maybe he's gay? Hell, even gay guys stare though...

"Let' s start over here." He motioned toward a large, matted area.

"Okay!" She said and the two of them started walking, Rachel making sure to keep herself ever so slightly ahead of him so that he had a nice view of her incredible butt.

"We'll start with a little bit of stretching. Go ahead and lie on your back. Then cross one leg over the other and really stretch your glute." He said.

Rachel did as she was told, her massive butt stretching within her yoga pants. At roughly 6 feet wide, her hips were just slightly taller than him.

"Can you feel the stretch?" He asked from behind her.

"Not yet."

As she said that, she felt a hand on her butt, trying to push it forward. Unfortunately, he wasn't really able to move it, but Rachel helped him out, stretching even further.

"There we go." She said.

"Okay, let's try the other side." He said after 30 seconds. Rachel swung her hip back down, that hip brushing against Ben and sending him tumbling.

"Oops! Sorry about that..." She giggled as he stood himself back up. She switched to stretching the other side.

"Okay, let's get you warmed up. Usually I have people hop on a treadmill..." He said as she raised her eyebrow at him. "You know, I might actually have one that will work."

She got up and followed him over to the cardio area. They passed all of the normal treadmills until they came to one that looked oversized. "This is the treadmill we use for people with mobility problems. There's a harness people use to make it lower impact. But I think it should be okay for you without it. Hop on and start walking!"

Rachel did as she was told and stepped onto the treadmill, which groaned a little at her weight. Her hips were still too big for the machine, as were her breasts. But luckily, both were high enough that they didn't get in the way of anything. Unfortunately though, her chest meant that she couldn't see any of the controls.

"So... are you a student or something? You look kind of young." She asked him as she started walking. With each step, her hips swayed and her massive bust bounced slightly.

"Yeah, I'm in my junior year of college." He nodded, writing something down on his clipboard.

"Oh nice! I'm just a year younger than you then." She smiled down at him. He smiled back up at her, still avoiding all of her bouncing body parts.

"Go ahead and start picking up the pace a little bit. The treadmill will keep up and let us know how fast you're going." He explained.

Rachel began to speed up, first walking a bit more quickly, then moving on to a slow jog. As she sped up, her chest bounced more and more within her sports bra. "Ugh. Damn bra. I'll have to get a bigger one soon at this rate..." She said.

Ben nodded and checked the display on the treadmill. Tapping on the display, he looked surprised. "Either this thing is broken, or you're doing 15 miles per hour right now." He said.

"Only 15? Let's pick it up a little bit then!" She grinned, increasing her speed. What was 15 quickly became 20, then 30, then 40, even 50! Yet still, Rachel didn't look like she was putting in any effort. "I hope this thing can keep up with me..." She said, not sounding the slightest bit out of breath.

Rachel continued running faster and faster, curious to see just how much the machine could handle. 50 became 75, which became 100.

"How... how are you running so fast?" He asked. This was the first time he showed even a little bit of surprise at her.

"Oh this? This is nothing. I just don't want to break your expensive machine!" She winked down at him.

"Let's... let's see you try." He grinned, smiling for the first time.

Maybe he's not gay after all...

She began running faster and faster. Her legs started to look more like a blur, as did her bouncing bust. The treadmill quickly registered 250mph, then 500, then 750. She could have sworn she saw Ben's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, but he hid it very well.

"Are you... still speeding up? The machine seems to be stuck at 999mph."

Rachel nodded. As if challenged, she began speeding up even more. Though the treadmill was stuck at 999mph, she was easily doing 2,000, then 5,000. Yet still, she seemed to be exerting little, if no effort. She hadn't even broken a sweat! The treadmill, on the other hand, wasn't faring as well. The insane speeds were causing the rubber treads to melt and the internals to break. It wasn't long after she passed 10,000mph that the thing stopped with a loud CRACK.

"I told you I'd break the treadmill..." She giggled. Despite having run for several minutes at speeds he couldn't fathom, she still looked like she hadn't exerted any effort. "Not bad for a warmup, I guess."

Ben wrote more down on his clipboard. "You're just doing this to have some fun, aren't you?" He asked.

"Maybe I am." She shrugged and then grinned. "The question is, do you want to see how much fun I can have?"

He looked around. The gym was empty by this point, so it was just the two of them. "How much... how much fun would you have, exactly?" He asked.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for all of the damages." She laughed, picking up on his worry. "Let's go over to the free weights and have some fun." She grinned, stepping off the treadmill.

Rachel started walking over to the free weights, not waiting for Ben. With each step, her gargantuan ass swayed, right at eye level for him. She grabbed the heaviest set of dumbbells she could find and lifted them up as if they were weightless. “Huh. I should have known I wouldn’t feel these...” She gently tossed the 200-pound dumbbell up and down in her hand like they were as light as feathers.

Looking around at the other equipment, she found something better. Turning around, she let the dumbbell fall to the ground. It bounced off of her foot, not seeming to cause her any pain, and then landed on the ground with a big thud, a reminder of just how heavy that dumbbell was. Ben looked over at the dumbbell. Not only had she not seemed to have felt the 200-pound weight smash against her foot, it looked incredibly deformed by the act! Both of the plastic weight parts had been smashed together as if the metal rod weren’t even there. But of course, Rachel didn’t notice. She was too busy walking over toward the barbells.

Once at the barbells, she slid as much weight as she could onto one of the barbells. In total, it probably weighed about 600 pounds. Rachel picked it up, yet again, as if it were weightless.

“Hmmm... there must be a way that I can get a workout in here...” She thought out loud.

With a mischievous smile, it was clear she had an idea. She let the weights on the ends of the barbells drop to the floor and then grabbed another barbell. Ben watched in awe as she held one end of the barbell against one end of the other barbell. With just a light, inward push, the two barbells seemed to fuse together. The truth was, so much pressure had been exerted on them that the bond was stronger than diamond or any metal known to man. She grabbed two more barbells and did the same.

Next, she slid her hand along the barbell. Quickly it ran into the larger metal portion that kept the weights from sliding too far inward. Yet as if it weren’t even there, her hand continued, leaving the bar perfectly smooth. Her hand moved along the entire length of the bar, making it one long pole. She placed the bar back on the rack and started loading it up. With its new size and capacity, she was able to load every single barbell weight that the gym had – a good 5,000 pounds!

“That’s... no one will be able to lift that...” Ben said.

“I bet you that I can.” She grinned. “Want to try first?”

Ben looked nervous, but he figured he’d give it a shot. He knew he wasn’t even going to be able to get it off of the rack. He laid himself down on the bench and started pressing upward. Like he thought, the bar didn’t even move an inch. It was like it was welded down.

“Having some trouble?” Rachel giggled. Just as he was about to leg to of the bar, she bent over and picked it up. Single-handedly, she lifted the 5,000+ pound bar into the air, taking Ben along for the ride. He felt his body slide off of the bench and up into the air, bouncing against her massive chest in the process.

“You were supposed to let go of the bar, silly...” She stuck her tongue out at him.