Two Tall Trainers, One Mini Man - Part 2

Same story that was "Training with Twins," except i realized that "twins" implies that the girls are siblings, which they aren't (they're just supposed to be pretty similar), so i renamed it lol

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It didn’t take long for Cameron and Michelle to convince Jackson to move in with them. Even if there hadn’t been such a drastic size difference between him and the two tall women, he would’ve still felt compelled to do whatever they wanted. And what they wanted was a small, frail, 5-foot pipsqueak that they could boss around and have sex with whenever they wanted. With Jackson, that’s exactly what they got.

“We’ve been looking for someone like you for forever,” Michelle cooed one day while the three of them were sitting on the couch, petting the man’s head as he sat squished between the two younger women. “We’ve always wanted a tiny little man that we could share like a toy. And you’re so small that it’s just perfect!”

Cameron nodded in agreement, “Yeah I mean, most guys are shorter than us, obviously. Which is kind of a turn-on in itself. But you’re not just shorter than us, you’re shorter than like, pretty much everyone!”

“It’s a miracle that you never really grew up like other men do.”

“But you’re not just short, you’re actually small too. Like your arms are so thin that when I first saw you I thought you had some kind of sickness.”

Michelle laughed, “Look at those little chicken legs!”

Jackson looked down at his feeble body, beginning to feel self conscious about himself despite the situation he found himself in.

“Oh, but you shouldn’t feel bad about it,” Michelle added. “We don’t think it’s a bad thing how fragile you are. Your weakness is like half of what makes you so cute in the first place!”

“We never would’ve invited you to our place—let alone asked you to move in with us—if you were as big as other guys. We need someone small and shy and easy to push around. That’s what makes it so fun.”

“Of course, if you feel bad about how little you are, then we won’t force you to stay. You can leave whenever you want. But if you stay…” Michelle smiled, leaning in close to Jackson and using just her pointer finger to push against his forehead, guiding his head to snuggle against Cameron’s breasts. She was wearing a tank top without a bra, and the man’s head cozied right between her tits as Michelle loomed over him, smirking and lowering herself to his mouth. “…then we’ll show you that being small isn’t such a bad thing to be.” She tilted her head and forcefully kissed his lips, plunging her tongue against his own as if marking her territory. He quickly grew a boner, and with Cameron’s body at his back and Michelle’s body above him, he easily threw aside the reservations he felt regarding the move. He’d always been a weak and scrawny man; that’s why he showed up to the girls’ gym in the first place. Might as well embrace the hand he’d been dealt in life.

That had been a few weeks ago, and in less than a month, Jackson had found that living with a pair of domineering Amazonians had completely changed his life. There were three main rules that the girls set forth.

The first was that he wasn’t allowed to work out, or get almost any kind of exercise. Jackson’s muscles had been pretty paltry to begin with, but Cameron and Michelle insisted that they could get even smaller. Besides the obvious requirement that Jackson wasn’t to return to the gym for as long as he lived with the women, he was barely even allowed to perform simple, menial tasks around the house. He wasn’t allowed to push the ottoman around, since it would mean strengthening his legs. He couldn’t help carry groceries in, because that would be a mini workout for his arms. At one point, during a rare occasion when Jackson was home but the girls weren’t, a package got delivered to the front door. The delivery woman (who was taller than Jackson, of course), was carrying the box under one arm as she asked Jackson to sign off on it. After he did, she presented him the package to take inside, but as soon as she set it in his arms, he nearly buckled from the weight, and had to quickly set it down before his fingers slipped. The box couldn’t have weighed more than 30 pounds though, and the woman scoffed at how weak he was, prompting him to quickly thank her and close the door, knowing one of the girls would be able to take care of it when they got home.

While all this was going on, while Jackson’s muscles were atrophying and shriveling up from lack of use, Cameron and Michelle were making sure to work out more than ever before. Now that they had a cute little man to take care of, they had something to inspire them every day at the gym, encouraging them to achieve new personal records for squats, weightlifting, cardio, and more. And Jackson was able to see the progress too. While he lounged around in the afternoons, effectively getting smaller from all his inactivity, the girls were managing to grow even bigger than they already were. And then when they got home, they’d be able to flex their muscles in his face

The second rule was partly related to not being able to exercise: whenever Jackson was around either Cameron or Michelle, he had to allow them to carry him wherever he wanted to go, and to avoid touching the floor whenever possible. At first, he didn’t think much of the rule. If he was sitting at the dinner table (where his feet already didn’t touch the ground because of how short he was), he’d have to ask one of the girls to refill his water for him. Or, they’d simply lift him out of his seat and carry him to the sink so he could refill it himself, albeit while being held in one of their arms. When he said he had to go to the bathroom, one of the tall women would again lift him from his seat (unless he was already sitting in their lap, as he often did), carry him to the bathroom, and seat him on their toilet, where Jackson’s legs would dangle just inches from the tile floor. Then when he was done, they’d come back in the bathroom, lift him up, and help pull his pants up before holding him at the sink so he could wash his hands. The rule felt like a lot of work for something Jackson didn’t think was a huge deal, but he really realized just how serious the girls were when the three of them went shopping one day.

First, Michelle carried Jackson all the way from the couch, out the front door, down the steps, and into the couple’s massive Escalade SUV parked at the curb. There, he was strapped into a booster seat, which ensured that even inside the car, his legs would be too short to touch the floor of the vehicle. And then when they got to Costco, Cameron grabbed one of the “family” shopping carts with a seat built into it. It was supposed to be for babies, or maybe toddlers at the very most, yet Jackson was so short and skinny at that point that the women were easily able to fit his legs through the holes and have him sit in the cart. “What a cute little man,” Michelle cooed, ruffling his hair as she bent over and smiled at him. He got plenty of awkward glances from surrounding patrons of the store, but none of the employees made him get out. Perhaps they were all too nervous to confront the two 7-foot-tall women that flanked him on either side, acting as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about a short pipsqueak of a man riding in their cart.

After a while, Jackson realized just how effective the rule actually was. He was still five feet tall, and it wasn’t like his height disallowed him from performing everyday tasks in life. Yet in the company of Amazons, that five feet felt immeasurably smaller, since he was constantly carried everywhere and made to feel like a toy for the two women. During one week, the girls took their jobs at the gym in shifts, ensuring that if one of them had to go in to work, the other would be at home to make sure Jackson adhered to the rules. Even when he was just sitting on the couch, with his feet just a few inches from touching the ground, he’d stare at the floor longingly. But then Cameron would catch him and shake her head with a playful smirk, dragging him deeper into the cushions and away from the temptations of solid ground. “I can carry you wherever you need to go,” she reminded him. “You hungry? Wanna make something to eat?” After he nodded, she picked him up under his armpits and hoisted him into the air, carrying him down the hallway to the kitchen. “You’re so close to touching the ground,” she teased, purposefully lowering him until his pointed toes were just millimeters from the floor. “I bet you’re probably aching to know what the ground feels like again. It’s like getting off a trampoline after you’ve been bouncing for a while, or getting out of a pool after hours of swimming. The ground just feels different to your feet, and it takes a bit to adjust. But in those scenarios, it’s only been an hour or two; me and Michelle have kept your feet off the ground for seven whole days in a row! That’s honestly so crazy to me… What if I set you down and you couldn’t even stand up straight?” Her teasing laughter made Jackson’s heart race, but he got an erection just hearing her talk about it. And then when they got to the kitchen, Cameron held his body out in front of her, letting him open the fridge, grab silverware, and make his food like a normal person—but all while being suspended above the ground, never needing to touch it.

The last rule was a two-parter, and more for Cameron and Michelle than it was for Jackson. The household mandated that he was never to be referred to be his real name. Pipsqueak, squirt, shrimp, weakling, little guy, little man, mini man, itty bitty boy, teeny weeny, short stack, small stuff, and whatever else the two could come up with were all used throughout the day. And in addition to the name changes, they set reminders on their phones for every morning and every evening, dictating that one (if not both) of the girls carry Jackson to the fully body mirror and spend a few minutes flexing their muscles for him. They called it their daily affirmations.

Michelle’s favorite was placing Jackson’s head on the inside of her arm, with his chin perched right above her bicep, and then she’d bend her forearm over the top of his head to squeeze it in place. Flexing both her arms at her sides, a proud grin on her face, she’d compare how large her muscles were on the arm without Jackson versus the one with him, taunting him by saying things like “If only your measly head wasn’t in the way, then I could really flex my arms.” And as Michelle’s bicep popped up and down on her free arm, she’d repeatedly flex the bicep under Jackson’s chin, squeezing his head even tighter in the headlock and making him feel like she could pop his skull if she really wanted to.

Cameron, on the other hand, took a much different approach. Her preferred move was to toss Jackson’s body behind her head, so that his body rested sideways on her shoulders. Then she’d do her daily squats (fifty in the morning, and fifty at night), while gripping the little man’s dick in one of her hands and stroking him off. He’d watch her in the mirror as she effortlessly raised and lowered him, all while stroking him, trying not to cum after just a couple minutes. But Cameron’s goal was the exact opposite, trying to get Jackson to cum before she’d finished her fifty squats. Unsurprisingly, she was victorious a lot more often than he was.

But there was a third routine they often did during their daily affirmations, somewhat similar to Cameron giving Jackson a handjob while in a backbreaker hold. Since their arms were Michelle and Cameron’s pride and joy, they loved working their upper body whenever possible—using Jackson’s body as the weight source, obviously. After stripping him completely naked, one of the girls would lift him clear over their head (one hand around his scrawny ankles, the other around his fragile neck), with his body facing downwards, and raise him up and down to work out their triceps and shoulder muscles. His groin would be positioned right above their head though, so whoever was lifting him would basically use the workout as a means of giving him a blowjob, but by moving his entire body instead of moving just their head. The catch to all of this though, was that Jackson had to keep count of the woman’s reps. Whoever was lifting him would purposefully tantalize his cock as best they could, swirling their tongue around the tip or sucking so hard that he thought his dick might rip off; whatever they could do to try and make Jackson lose count. Because if he didn’t keep an accurate tally of their reps, then it was off to the bedroom for his punishment.

Today was one of those days. After a month of shrimpy and scrawny little Jackson living with the muscular, 7-foot-tall fitness girls that he’d met at the gym—including an entire week of never being able to merely touch the floor—his dick had been pretty much drained by Michelle, and he lost count of her tally somewhere over a hundred reps. So, in accordance with her and Cameron’s rules, she carried him to their bedroom and threw him on the mattress, calling in Cameron from the kitchen as she looked down at Jackson’s paltry, sprawled out body with a superior smirk on her face.

“I was just about to tell Pint-Size here about what we talked about last night,” Michelle told her partner, while looking at Jackson. “Basically, me and Cam feel like we aren’t using you to your full potential. Anytime we have sex, or even just playing around with you, we have to hold back a little, cuz we don’t wanna hurt you.”

“But now that you’ve been here a little while,” Cameron chimed in, “it might be time for you to finally make a decision. You can go back to being Jackson, living wherever you lived, returning to your old life…”

“Or you can stay here with us, and be our eency weency, tiny little lover. Forever.” As she said this, Michelle crawled onto the bed, her body dwarfing Jackson’s as she grinned down at him with a hungry look in her eyes. Jackson hesitated, taking a moment to think about what it would mean to give up his current lease and truly commit to living with the women. But before he could speak, Michelle held her finger over his lips. “Hold that thought. Before you decide, me and Cameron should take a second to remind you of what you’d be leaving behind if you left.” She took her shirt off and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, all while maintaining eye contact with the already-naked Jackson. “But this time, we won’t hold back. We’ll give you a taste of how things might be from now on if you decide to stay.”