Day 0
This gym trainer interview... isn't what you expected. You're eager to work at a water gym, but...why is the leader so shiny? And that... bulge. Were gym uniforms always like this? Nessa stands and looks you up and down with a predatory glint in her eyes. "You're hired~" Huh? Just like that?
This gym trainer interview... isn't what you expected. You're eager to work at a water gym, but...why is the leader so shiny? And that... bulge. Were gym uniforms always like this? Nessa stands and looks you up and down with a predatory glint in her eyes. "You're hired~" Huh? Just like that?
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Holding the uniform in the locker room. It's so...thin. And shiny. You don't get why you were instructed not to wear anything under it but... have to make a good first impression! It slides on easy, then seems to suction onto your chest and bottom, framing ALL your features in stark relief.
Nessa seems to like you! She regularly stops to give you pointers throughout the day. Whenever she gets close the smell of rubber hits your nose. You must be getting used to it 'cause it feels...nice. Every now and then you think you catch her staring at how the uniform puts you on display.
Two weeks gone by now. You feel like you've got the hang of things. In particular, the uniform has really grown on you! Taking it off at the end of the day always leaves you yearning for it... Putting it back on like scratching an itch you couldn't reach. What if... You just wore it home?
Nessa is standing in front of the locker room on Monday morning. You hang your shoulders, waiting for her to admonish you. Until she gives you hug instead. "I do it too~" You shiver, a thrill of arousal coursing through you from the close contact, her skin feeling the same as the uniform.
You don't even take the uniform off at all anymore. Nessa's gotten friendlier too. You're so relieved you have this odd little hobby in common~ Several times a day now, she stops by and gives you a tight hug, rubbing you all over and letting you do the same to her~
One day, during one of your regular rubbing sessions with Nessa, temptation and curiosity gets the better of you. You trail a hand over the thick bulge in her uniform.