Author's Note

I couldn't figure out how to do jazzercise, so I swapped it to yoga. My apologies, but I suspect you'll all enjoy this nonetheless. Also, borrowing character designs and attitudes like this I don't consider to be worth claiming this as a crossover since I bring nothing from their actual setting.

Loosening Up

Marina smiled as she came out in her yellow sports top and long, gray pants. Her smooth, dark brown skin shone in the light of the overhead lights almost as much as the smile she gave the class that had come to join her. Her turquoise dyed hair, which fell in long locks over her shoulders and chest, helped frame the beauty’s glowing presence.

She was actually more excited than usual today. She’d often asked Love Tap if her and Button wanted to join her class, but Love was always so busy and she’d always been worried about Button while he was a teenager. Marina could unfortunately understand that second part. She pulled at her sports top, frowning at the lack of a bra underneath. She didn’t bounce or anything in her outfit, and her center was deep enough that her nipples didn’t get hard, but none of that removed the base sexuality of her body. Her wide, fat hips, tits that were so heavy that yoga was the only reason she didn’t have back pain, and a body that appeared to be sculpted from obsidian.

The boy was a man though and that meant he could make the decision himself. She waved to him as he stepped in. The poor boy blushed and glanced away, which made Marina’s heart speed up. She might have been a little more than happy that he was finally legal, seeing as he was the sweetest boy she knew. She was also over thirty though and from how her dates usually went…

She sighed, wishing she was ten years younger. Back then she was so much braver. So much more outgoing. So much more… promiscuous. She’d be more than happy to let him know that she was interested. Nowadays? It was simply impossible, especially if Love Tap ever found out she’d developed any of her feelings before he turned eighteen.

She puffed out her cheeks at the thought, frustrated since she’d been good. It was all for naught though. She was old, he was young, and even if she took care of her body it still couldn’t compete with so many of the young girls who also used the gym.

With a heavy sigh she centered herself. She had a class to teach though and she couldn’t keep worrying about all of this. She could watch him to give him tips afterwards, but that would be it. She had a job to do.

She clapped her hands in front of her, her smile coming back as she looked to the entire class. “As always, it is wonderful to see you all. I hope as always that you will be able to let go of your stresses and relax with me.” Before bowing to them all. They bowed back, but not without a pause. Or, was there one? Something felt like it had happened, but she couldn’t tell.

She stood back up, lowering her arms to her sides as she waited for them all to rise. It wasn’t exactly the most serious class after all so they could take their time. That feeling like something was off wasn’t leaving her as she fidgeted. She just couldn’t quite-

Marina’s eyes opened slightly, her training being the only reason she didn’t show anything more to her class. After all, if she didn’t know better, it had felt like something slid along her pussy. Nothing major, just like a single finger along it. Her next fidget made her notice that there felt almost like a draft down there. That wasn’t possible though. She made sure that her pants were as tough as they could be so stuff like this didn’t happen.

Her eyes glanced back at Button, who was fidgeting himself as he glanced away, his cheeks a bright red from something. Then again, he’d been blushing before. Was he that nervous about this? Was she? Another breath and she pushed it away. She was letting her imagination run away with her, just as she’d back at his eighteenth birthday party. A party she’d spent far too much time in the bathroom for…

Focus Marina! She wished she could smack her cheeks to wake her up, but there was nothing to do about it. Instead, she refocused herself. After all, some proper yoga was just what she needed right now. “Okay, class, we’ll be starting with a simple chair pose. Follow me for the first set and then simply listen as you focus on yourself. Don’t worry about doing it perfectly either. Practice shall make perfect, but perfection isn’t what we are here for.”

The crowd nodded to her. She was lucky to have such a loyal class with her. Of course, she’d had to be pretty tough on some of them to get that. If you started leering too much, tried touching someone else, or anything like that, you were kicked out immediately. She barely didn't punish the guys who got too excited by it all. She couldn’t blame them for natural reactions though, at least so long as they were willing to dismiss themselves for the day afterwards.

Something she hadn’t told Button… She shut her eyes, angry with herself for her excitement. She’d been sloppy with him and if things got to be too much for the boy then she’d have to expel him herself. He was good enough to not do such things though. She was certain of it.

Finally, she got to the pose as she slowly brought her arms up, stretching them over her head. “Now, breath in as you straighten your spine and stretch out the core of your body. At the top, count to five with me.”

She smiled, feeling her center come back as they counted back at her. This is what she needed alright, moving slowly as she brought herself down, bending her knees as she kept her back straight. At the bottom she resembled someone who was sitting on a chair. “You then lower yourself and shift your weight as you need to keep your balance. You don’t have to get quite so low, but do what you can. Then, count to five before returning to rest. Count to five with me and then we shall continue to the next set, okay?”

There was a murmur of agreement that rippled through the crowd, along with groaning from those that were having an all too real problem with the pose. She couldn’t be so kind as to tell them not to do it. You didn’t get stronger that way.

So, they did the second set without incident. There was still that weird feeling of a breeze on her pussy, but she simply made sure to clench her rump to make sure she stopped feeling it. It was just her mind being dumb.

And then there was the third set. She raised herself up before that weird shift in her energy happened again. She opened one eye to check the crowd before catching Button. The poor boy was trying too far, his body trembling by how much he was stretching. His eyes were also right on her. The idea that he was trying to make her happy was…

It made her swallow hard as she couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze piercing straight through her. Her chest felt like it was bare, like her top had snapped up over her breasts. They trembled with her own over stretching, something she couldn’t stop as her nerves got the better of her. Marina’s hips rolled to the side, her mind trying to tell herself that it was just to help her relax. In reality, it only fed the fantasy in her brain. Letting her breasts sway with her form. Her large nipples would be teased by the cold air that ran the same draft over her nethers. They would get hard and twitch. She’d always been sensitive after all. Did he know that? How would he react to it? Oh, she hoped he somehow did.

When she got to five she would be still though, her breasts being all that moved on her as the heavy sacks followed their own momentum. They felt so heavy, her swaying having not helped that in the slightest. Her top should have helped that though and one of her eyes opened again and began to drift down.

For a split second, she saw her own, brown skin. The caramel sheen in the light. Her nipples hard as diamonds in the air. The trembling of her body making her breasts shake like jello. How exposed she was, not just to Button’s eyes, but to her entire class.

And then, just as quickly, she was covered again. She hadn’t blinked even to help with the transition. Her brain paused to figure it out, but it shoved the momentary, deeply wrong image from her mind. After all, she was in class. She had her best top on to keep her chest in check. It was tight, but she’d be safe.

What Marina missed were the two large, pointed nubs that stuck out like sore thumbs on her chest.

She bent down to sit, breathing out slowly as she was supposed to. She needed to relax. That was all. But the feelings wouldn’t go away. When she raised herself, her breasts felt exposed. It was an amazing feeling, but it highlighted how much of a problem she had. She should have been better… but she’d also been abstinent for more than half a decade, and it was not by choice.

Button turning eighteen had always been a dream to end that. A guy she finally wanted to bring to her bed again after she got divorced from her cheating, wasteful, lush of a-

She shut her eyes as she came back to rest, suppressing that almost immediately. She’d started practicing yoga to get past him after all. She looked over the class, smiling to them as they stretched out themselves, the stiffer of the group recovering from the pose. A couple of them even yawned from having their eyes shut for so long.

She clapped again to help wake those people up before saying, “Okay, so the next pose,” she paused, knowing she shouldn’t choose this one. Not with her worries. One thought of what Button’s eyes would be on dashed them away. Not when she was already a sopping wet mess. “Is the Bound Ankle Pose.”

Marina watched as Button’s head whipped around at the sound of the people around him groaning. She knew it wasn’t a favorite, but his cute innocence still made her smile. “That harshness only tells me more that you all need this. Now,” she said as she began to lower herself to the floor, “everyone, sit down.”

Once she was sitting, she spread her legs open, brought her feet together, and stretched back, her hands falling behind her. Her legs touched the ground from how flexible she was, leaving her wide open.

And there were gasps as it felt like her pussy was in the wide open. That draft was stronger than it ever had been before. Was it just her fantasy? People were reacting to it though like it was…

And then people became silent as she looked down, gray cloth indeed covering it. It wasn’t even as tight as she expected against her crotch, something her mind thought about with mixed thoughts. After all, she’d chosen the pose just to pose for Button.

His eyes were even still there. His hands were on his thighs. No, they were patting them, trying to smooth something out. How hard was he at this point? Maybe if she had to expel him they could have a talk about all of this and she could ask if a date would help him? It made her body shudder, the sweat on her body chilling at the shiver that ran through her body.

What she didn’t see was how four strips of cloth, cut from the bottoms of her yoga pants, sucked into her pussy, soaking more of them rather than simply the first two.

She still needed to get through the class though as she reminded everyone, “Remember to stretch your back and lean back while keeping your legs stretched. Shut your eyes to help with the pain and help you figure out your boundaries. With how badly you need this though,” and how much she needed to calm down, “we’ll do this for five minutes.”

There were more groans as people got into position. Her eyes ran across the crowd, though this one was more for the sake of her class and its rules. This sort of pose made it very clear who might be getting more excited then they should be. The regulars were fine, as she always expected, and the new people looked extremely nervous as they often sat between two regulars. It wasn’t surprising. Almost all of these people would have been referred to this class by her regulars. Button was the only one she couldn’t place as to how he heard about it. At least, if Love Tap didn’t tell him.

The two of them hadn’t talked since Button’s eighteenth. Part of it was Marina getting too drunk and admitting her feelings. Part of it had been how that house changed. How hard it was to stay there. That might have even been why Button was here now.

She dismissed those thoughts by thinking about giving Button a new home in her apartment, especially as she glanced to the poor boy. He was indeed hard as stone, his nice, thick cock outlined perfectly by the shorts he had on. She could call him out for it after the exercise though. Or go over there around the three minute mark to be more discreet about it. She needed to calm down first though.

Her eyes then shot open. Her entire body shuddered. She almost screamed as her hands dug into the mat underneath her and her hips bucked up. The pieces of cloth were gone now, her flooded pussy pouring out her excitement as it spasmed and tried clinging to something that wasn’t there.

Something hard, warm, and filled her very well. It had only been one thrust though. Not a soft, probing thrust though. No, she felt like she’d been pressed down, almost smashed into the ground as whatever had gotten her hit her womb. She’d almost passed out from the suddenness of it, but it was gone as soon as it came.

She couldn’t help the hand that slinked forward. Her breathing was heavy, labored by it all, even as she kept it quiet. She couldn’t let her class know about it though. She needed to check something though. So her fingers gently touched her slit, finding the drenched lips as they spasmed and shook in the aftermath of the assault. There was indeed nothing that hid her from anyone who wanted to look.

Instead of closing them like she should, and ending the class, she stretched them open. It was her fantasy after all, so why should she end the dream? She would instead invite whatever it was back inside of her.

It did work. Oh did it work. She wasn’t prepared for how well though as it all came on so suddenly. Her getting knocked onto her back. Her opening her lips as she was about to scream in excitement at the touching on her body, only to find her mouth taped shut. Not just once either, but by what appeared to be fifty layers of tape attached to a rather impressive gag that made sure nothing came out of her could be heard. It was… different for her to say the least.

She couldn’t really think about it though. Not when whatever was doing this’s arms wrapped around her tight, crushing her breasts against his chest. Her chest was bare when this happened, even though it was covered now. The man’s was covered though, so as he ground his body against her her nipples were roughly scraped against his shirt. Over and over again, twisting them in what felt like eight directions at the time, something that would be enough to make her mind go blank by itself.

Then there was her pussy. Oh her pussy. It was a sensation so impossible that her mind felt like it was ready to break just trying to process. On the one hand, she could feel that something was taped over her pants, making it so they no longer showed herself off. Even weirder was what felt like a couple hand towels crammed inside of her, soaking up her juices as her body writhed around on the ground. If they managed to keep up she’d be amazed, but it almost meant not soaking every inch of her mat with her orgasms.

That wasn’t exactly an over exaggeration either. The other hand to the experience was the fact that her pussy, filled and covered, was still ravaged. She had been pinned to the ground, held close by everything the man had except his hips. Those had gone crazy as it felt her womb was kissed by his thrust in, he dragged it out of her roughly, scraping at every part of her pussy, before crashing into her again. It wasn’t all apart though. At the same time that she felt like she was being crushed, her pussy trembled as it tried to cling to the retreating cock, the entire orifice becoming a mess of twitching organs as it felt both barren and filled by this cock. Mixed with what had been left inside of her, it was all too much. Her back arched as far as it could, showing off the fruits of her training as her body managed to assume the wheel pose, making her almost a perfect u, even as her mind and body could barely keep it together.

Then the force came. A backed up explosion that she expected to be only from a boy who’d been teased for hours or held back for weeks. Or both. Of course, she was biased as this entire time she imagined that this was Button who was ravaging her. The innocent boy showing how ruthless he could be in bed. Giving her everything she wanted. That included the complete flooding of her system with seed that she felt gush from her pussy, even if she couldn’t see it now. The last heavy, hard slams against her as he drained his balls into her defenseless self in front of her entire class. Left her a breeding bitch before those who respected most.

All by a boy who she knew would never actually let her lose face from that. A boy she could see doing all he had to protect her dignity.

The last thought was the last straw. Her body would have lost the last of its strength no matter what, but her mind was gone as she imagined all that Button had to do this to her. How? She didn’t care. She loved the bliss all too much.

She didn’t crash onto the ground though. No heavy thud echoed through the room. No, she was lying down now, panting as she found the gag to be removed. Her pussy, despite still twitching as her orgasms continued to ripple through her, was also relieved of what had been shoved deep into her. It also made it clear that the slightest touch would probably send the woman right back into a moaning, screaming mess.

She had none of that though as a piece of cold silver pulled away from the side of her head. Above her were those beautiful, green eyes that she loved so much. They looked so worried. So scared. His voice matched as he whispered. “I-I didn’t expect it to be that violent. To be so much. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

Marina chuckled a little before weakly reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I know that this is all a dream, but that was… incredible. Thank you. Can I get a kiss from you though? Please?”

Button blinked a few times, tears forming at the edges of his eyes as he lowered himself, whispering, “Of course,” before pressing his lips to hers. It was nice and soft, with Button trying to gently biting her lip and their tongues tapping, but Marina simply didn’t have the strength to do anymore.

She did manage to smile though before whispering, “I love you, Button,” before finally collapsing into sleep.

Button pushed himself back onto his heels before raising the watch and clicking it twice in an instant. The class didn’t see him at all, not with their attempts to control themselves after so many thought that Marina had flashed them all. When they opened their eyes though, their teacher and her mat were gone, with a note hanging from the back wall being all that explained that she’d been doing this through a fever and rushed out. She didn’t want to worry anyone in the middle of her stretch.

All while the satisfied woman laid clothed, passed out, and safe in the back of her car, something that would utterly confuse her, but she’d been tired as of late. Maybe she just decided to shut her eyes for a minute or two and lost track of time.

After all, the other option was simply far too preposterous, even as she found herself unable to walk straight for the entire next day.