#sizediff

Anna was not the biggest person you’d ever see. The very slight 4’11” samoan girl was usually the smallest person in the room. Her dark hair was short and had an undercut on both sides of her head, showing off her big dorky ears. She was wearing brand-new workout gear; a pair fancy sneakers, drawstring shorts and a dark blue singlet. She was “small” enough that she usually didn’t have to bother with a bra.

After a few more minutes of her awkwardly standing around, the receptionist looked up at her. “You can go in if you want.”

Anna started. She looked up into the gym. It was well-lit, and the parts of it she could see were full of dozens of machines whose purpose she could only hazard a guess at. A handful of large muscular people in workout gear floated from one machine to the next, clearly familiar with how everything worked. The thought of going further into the gym and awkwardly wandering around while all those people gave her strange looks filled Anna with dread. She’d practically be advertising how out of place she was.  “Um, I’ll just wait for my friend if you don’t mind.” She mumbled, looking back down at her feet.

“Ah! Shorty! You came!” boomed a loud female voice. Anna looked up.

Striding into the gym lobby was the largest woman she’d ever seen.  Tara was huge, 6’5” tall and over 250 pounds of muscle. The beefy nordic blonde was wearing white sneakers, a black sports bra and black tights, with her long blonde hair done up in a ponytail. She had a white towel draped around her shoulders. The large woman was very sweaty and slightly out of breath, clearly having been working out very hard before noticing Anna. She wore a wide, warm grin on her handsome face. “I was beginning to worry you’d got scared and stayed away!”

Tara walked right up to Anna, stopping less than a foot away from the small girl. Due to their differences in stature this put Tara’s heaving sweat-stained sports bra right in front of Anna’s face. With effort, Anna kept her face angled up at Tara’s head and away from her generous rack. “S-sorry… It was scary but I managed to take the bus all the way here!” she said.

Tara’s face broke into an enormous beaming grin “That’s great Anna! I’m so proud of you! Doctor Zaya will be thrilled too!” Tara stepped even closer to Anna, throwing one beefy arm over her shoulders. She pulled the small woman close, inadvertently shoving Anna’s face into her armpit and the side of one breast. “Now come on Shorty, let’s get you started with some exercise. Put some meat on your bones!”

Anna stumbled along, trapped in what was practically a headlock. The scent of Tara’s sweat was overpowering with her nose pressed into the dark fabric of the bigger woman’s sports bra. She considered objecting but realised that opening her mouth right now was probably a bad idea. A bad but arousing idea. She didn’t want Tara to think she was an armpit-licking little weirdo.

Tara had moved into Anna’s apartment building a few months ago. Before meeting the blonde, Anna had been a complete hermit, terrified of the outside world. After a chance meeting in the hall, Anna had almost immediately developed a giant crush on the amazon that was incredibly obvious to everyone who wasn’t Tara. A crush so big she had started trying to brave the outside world again just so she could see it with her. Anna wanted to tell Tara about how she felt, but she was terrified she’d be rejected – Tara’s stories past boyfriends confirmed that this was the likely outcome of confessing her feelings. But even though the giantess would never feel the same way about Anna as Anna did about her, she still wanted to at least be friends.

“Ok, hmm, what should we start you on?” Tara said, finally releasing Anna from her smelly prison. “Have you worked out much at home?”

Anna blushed “Oh yeah, I work out all the time. Just look at these guns.” She said, curling her arms over her head to show off her noodley  biceps.

Tara barked out a short laugh. “Well, why don’t we start out with some stretching and yoga poses then? We’ll hold off on the weights til later.”

Tara sat down on a blue workout mat and motioned Anna to follow. She stretched one leg out, the toes of her shoe pointed upwards, and leaned over, reaching out with her arm to touch it with her fingers. Anna tried to follow but had trouble even sitting the same way Tara did. A professional gymnast she was not.

Tara chuckled seeing Anna struggle. “Here, let me show you.” Tara stood up and walked around behind Anna. She sat down, legs spread either side of the smaller girl, resting her hands on Anna’s hips. She gently dragged Anna back, scooting her butt across the mat, until her chest pressed against the smaller girl’s back. Her powerful hands then moved down to Anna’s legs, helping her adjust them until they were parallel to Tara’s much thicker thighs.

“Okay, like this,” Tara said softly in Anna’s ear, lifting Anna’s arm up with one hand and straightening it out. She ran one hand down along Anna’s skinny arm, gently taking Anna’s pointed fingers in her much larger hand, while moving her other hand so it rested against Tara’s belly. “And now, lean carefully. Let me know when you’re at your limit.” Slowly, carefully, Anna leant sideways, with Tara leaning against her all the way. She could feel Tara’s large heavy breasts pressing against her back. Her sides burned as she leant farther than she thought possible. She gasped, and Tara stopped, holding her there. Her hand was at least six inches from her own toes, but she still felt the strain up the side of her torso. “Alright, now just hold it there for one thousand one, one thousand two…” Tara whispered in her ear, counting for eight seconds. Then she placed one hand on Anna’s side, gently guiding her to straighten up. “Now the other side…”

They repeated this a half-dozen times, Tara leaning down behind Anna the whole way. The small woman was acutely aware of how close Tara was to her. Of Tara’s warm breath on the back of her neck, of Tara’s hands on her.

She was also acutely aware of the painful burning in her abdominals. She’d never felt anything like it before. Was this exercise? Was exercise just self-torture you did in in lycra? It was a good thing Tara was there because if Anna didn’t have a beautiful strongwoman rubbing against her at the same time there was no way she would even consider doing this.

“O-okay, I’m feeling it now, can we stop?” Anna asked as she straightened up for what as the twelfth time but felt like the millionth. She was surprised to discover she was panting. Behind her, Tara giggled.

“Alright. Why don’t we try another pose then?” Tara pulled in her legs and stood up behind Anna. The small girl sighed in relief, then squeaked as Tara’s hands slipped into her armpits and hoisted her up so her feet dangled in the air.

The Amazon chuckled, holding her there “Wow Shorty. How much do you even weigh? Ninety pounds?”

Anna hung in Tara’s grasp, slightly unnerved by the way Tara could lift her like she weighed nothing “Eighty pounds. Now put me down!”

Tara laughed as she set Anna back on her feet “Jeez! I can deadlift FOUR of you Shorty!” she said, leaning forward to muss up the smaller woman’s hair.

Anna pouted and shrank away. “Can we just get on with the next pose?”

Tara smiled “Alright. This one’s called the downward dog.” Dropping her towel on the floor, Tara got down on her knees. She put her hands flat on the mat in front of her, then straightened her arms and legs out, keeping her eyes focused on the mat between her arms. Leaving her in a triangular pose with her butt sticking in the air.

Anna giggled. “That’s not really a pose is it?” She walked around Tara, appraising the big woman’s shapely derriere.

Tara, dropped back to her knees and turned to shoot Anna a filthy look. “YES it is a real pose. And it’s harder than it looks.  Try it.”

Anna bit her lip. The “presenting dog” pose looked extremely embarrassing. She did NOT want to do it in front of a room full of strangers. However, looking around the gym the few other people in there didn’t seem to be paying the two women that much attention… And she WAS with Tara… Blushing intensely, Anna got down on her hands and knees and assumed the ridiculous yoga pose.

And promptly farted. “poot”.

Anna died that day. She fell to the ground, curled into the foetal position and died. On her tombstone it would read “Anna Savea: Killed by a fart.” This was easily the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her. She could feel everyone in the gym staring at her. They all probably thought she was a gross weirdo. She wished she could phase through the floor and escape. Or shrink down to nothing. Or die.

The only thing that reached her through her devastation was the sound of Tara giggling, and the feel of her palm on Anna’s cheek. “Hey come on, it’s not that bad. Almost everyone farts during yoga. It’s kinda unavoidable.”

“Mmmm.” Anna took a deep breath and opened her eyes, looking up at Tara. “Could have warned me…”

Tara grinned “But where’s the fun in that? Now come on, up and at ‘em.”

Grumbling, Anna got back up on her hands and knees and assumed the “butt pyramid” pose.

After just thirty seconds she was trembling. Why was this pose so hard? Was she really THAT out of shape? She heard Tara chuckle again “See? It’s not easy, is it?” Out of the corner of her eye, Anna saw Tara shuffle closer on her knees. “Alright, try to keep it up for another thirty seconds. Here, keep your legs and arms straight”

Tara reached up under Anna. She put one of her hands on Anna’s stomach, just below the girl’s belly button, and pushed her up. Anna straightened out, trying to keep her abdomen away from Tara’s palm, but the amazon just raised it higher, forcing her to stay with her limbs as straight as possible.

For thirty torturous seconds, Anna strained and shook to hold the silly yoga pose, blushing as she felt Tara’s hand so close to such a sensitive area. At the end, Anna gasped “There, I did it for a minute. Can I stand up now?”

Anna couldn’t see Tara’s face, but her tone alone was enough to tell she was grinning like a Cheshire cat “Really? But you’re doing so well! Here, just fifteen seconds more. I’ll count you down. One thousand fifteen, one thousand fourteen…” Tara began slowly counting down. She raised her hand again, so it rested in the crook formed by Anna’s tummy and her thighs. The small woman bit her lip and stared intensely at the floor.

“One thousand three… One thousand two… One thousand one and one half… One thousand one… One thousand three quarters… One thousand two thirds… One thousand five eighths…”

“Tara!”

“Okay, okay!” Tara laughed, removing her hand. Anna collapsed to the floor, panting again.

“Jeez, who knew this was so hard?” Anna gasped.

Tara grinned “You think this is hard?” The amazon shifted, leaning over Anna’s small body. She planted one hand either side of the other girl’s head, looming over her. “Believe me, we’re just getting started. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Anna whimpered.

Over the next half an hour, Tara lead Anna through a wide range of silly poses, each one more strenuous than the last. Anna gasped and wheezed her way through each silly sitting position, carefully guided by Tara’s gentle hands. By the end of it the small samoan was lying on the floor, panting and soaked in her own sweat. Tara stood over her, peering down at her wrecked friend past her own generous bosom “Alright down there? You look like you just ran a mile.”

“So… Tired… Can’t… Walk… Tell… Them… I… Died… Saving… Puppies…” Anna panted, dramatically raising one arm to reach out to Tara.

Tara giggled “Come on, let’s get you to the showers.” She knelt down, sliding one arm under Anna’s knees and the other under her back. She stood back up, easily lifting the smaller girl in a bridal carry and started walking towards the back of the gym.

“Um, showers?” Anna asked. The thought of being naked in front of strangers was not a pleasant thought.

Tara smiled “Don’t worry they have stalls,” she dropped her voice, speaking softly again “so it’ll just be you and me Shorty.” She winked at Anna.

Anna blushed intensely, staring wide-eyed up at Tara’s handsome face.