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Kayla sat relaxed in the office of her trainer, Ms. Song, as the
two began their usual weekly performance meeting. Exhausted from hours
of hard physical exercise, the young gymnast sank readily into the
couch of her coach’s room, appreciating the comfort and reprieve of
the soft cushions and piled blankets. Quickly making herself cozy, the
girl turned her attention to Ms. Song, whose athletic legs dangled
gracefully over the edge of the desk on which she sat. Letting her
trainer’s impressive form hold her focus as it always did, Kayla
accepted that no matter how skilled of an athlete she was, she would
likely never reach the level of fitness that Ms. Song’s body
emanated. In terms of strength and speed, her diminutive gymnast
figure simply couldn’t compete with the 6′1″ Asian’s presence.
This natural inferiority was by no means perceived as a source of
disappointment to Kayla, however. In fact, quite the opposite was
true. In the months the two had worked together, Kayla saw herself
rise spectacularly above her peers, and Ms. Song seemed to be the only
person left who could push her further. The tiny blonde was willing to
accept anything her mentor would throw at her, and her motivation and
confidence had never been stronger. Even as she sprawled on her
trainer’s sofa in fatigue, she could feel herself brimming with the
mental resolve that Ms. Song had cultivated within her. Picking up her
coach’s measured voice in her ear, the rising gymnast quickly sat up,
eager to receive instruction on how she could further advance as an
athlete.
“Now Kayla, as you know, qualifications for this year’s world
championship begin in about four months, and despite your clear
advantages over the other competitors, there are still a few hoops for
us to jump through.” Kayla frowned inwardly. Since she first began
training with Ms. Song, she knew she had what it took to win. What
obstacles could possibly delay their victory?
Sensing this change in Kayla demeanor, Ms. Song shifted her body
into a more open position and gave the young girl a calming
smile. “Don’t worry, though, if you follow what I say closely, I’m
sure it’s nothing we can’t overcome.” Kayla visibly relaxed upon
hearing such supportive words from a woman as charismatic as Ms. Song,
and resumed listening to the trainer’s compelling voice. “Our biggest
struggle is that it takes more than one athlete to make a team, and
I’m not sure the other girls will be strong enough to ensure victory
for America this year. Secondly, your rise to the summit of the
gymnastics world has been uncharacteristically swift, and many of the
selectors for the team are unsure whether or not your skills are
genuine.”
“Then me talk to the selectors!” suggested Kayla excitedly. “I know
they’ll be convinced once they meet me in person. I’ve totally
transformed as an athlete since the last time most of them have seen
me compete.” In this respect, the lithe teen did not
exaggerate. During her tours over the last few months, Kayla never
hesitated to flaunt her improved form, boldly swinging her toned body
around on and off the mat, attracting attention wherever she went. Her
attractiveness and charm seemed to grow as quickly as her talent, and
she drew an increasingly large media presence at the competitions she
attended.
Ms. Song smiled at her protégé’s enthusiasm, but had different plan
in mind. “Don’t worry about the selectors, dear. I know most of them
personally. I’ll be visiting them routinely before the decision, and
I’m sure they’ll see things our way when I’m finished with them.”
Standing up to more directly address Kayla, the stunning woman added,
“Not many people have it in them to refuse me anyway.”
“Does that mean you won’t be with me to train in the months leading
up to the competition,” Kayla responded, with a hint of worry in her
voice. The girl stared into her trainer’s confident gaze with an
expression of pure trust, but was troubled to hear that she would be
separated from her mentor at such a crucial time.
Responding to her athlete’s apprehension, Ms. Song took it upon
herself to lean over, ensuring that Kayla’s whole field of vision was
fixated on the commanding woman’s presence. Up close, her coach’s eyes
seemed more dazzling than ever, and the gymnast quickly lost any
ability to articulate the doubts she was feeling. Ms. Song spoke for
her, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to visit you a few times before you
compete. In the meantime, it’ll be up to you to collect a team of four
other girls who we can systematically train into becoming the
indomitable gymnastics squad we need to secure victory in the coming
competition. In a span of months, while I’m out ensuring our selected
girls will be guaranteed spots on the national roster, I’ll need you
to scout out and transform female athletes of your choice into stars
as unbeatable and single minded as you are.”
“But Ms. Song, I don’t think I’m qualified for any of…” the girl
trailed off as the older woman deftly leaned over further, straddling
the sitting girl with full length of her smooth and stretchable
leggings. Now all the blonde could see was the fullness of her
trainer’s breasts as they hung just inches from her face. While never
sexually attracted to women, Kayla couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by
the feminine sway the busty Asian so masterfully commanded. Despite
the woman’s remarkable physique, her power always seemed to manifest
itself naturally in the grace of her movements, never detracting from
her beauty. In this way, instead of feeling intimidated by the
voluptuousness of the breasts swinging before her, Kayla felt almost
coddled by the womanly sway, opting to just hear Ms. Song out before
continuing on.
“I know this seems like a lot a to handle,” the trainer began, “but
I’ll make sure you’re perfectly prepared for the task. In fact, you
already have the physical and mental toughness to get the job done, so
I went ahead and enrolled you in the largest state school in the
nation. With fifty thousand plus coeds roaming around, I’m sure you’ll
find the girls we need. You’ll be living in the female athlete’s house
on campus, and I even bought you a new wardrobe and all the equipment
you might need.” With the full attention of her gymnast secured in her
ample cleavage, she continued effortlessly, “All we need to do now is
explain the specifics of recruitment and training. I’ll even teach you
some of my patented techniques during our motivational massage, if
you’d like.”
Though Kayla’s gaze was still primarily indulged in the smoothness
of her coach’s curves, her eyes lit up at the prospect of a
motivational massage. During most of the two’s performance meetings, a
large chunk of time was devoted to the relaxing practice. Generally,
Ms. Song would trace her hands all over Kayla’s musculature while
simultaneously saturating her receptive ears with words of
encouragement and guidance. The lovely coach’s touch and mellifluous
voice always seemed to permeate the teen to her core, and as hard as
she tried, she could never seem to resist falling into a pleasant
slumber by the end.
“That sounds amazing,” responded Kayla dreamily, thoughts fully
distracted by the anticipation of the relaxation to
come. Absentmindedly pulling off her top in preparation, she was
already breathing deeply and more evenly, inhaling what little air
stood between her and the body of her trainer, who inched ever closer
with each second. At this distance, Kayla couldn’t help but notice the
woman’s distinctive perfume, which she could never accurately
place. Exotic yet faintly sweet, the girl at first thought the aroma
was some sort of applied fragrance, but as the two began to work out
together, it became clear that the scent was natural and only became
more evident as the woman exerted herself. The subtle fragrance was
far from malodorous however, and Kayla could never seem to bring
herself to pull away when she recognized it. The girl had perplexingly
even begun to notice a similar essence in her own body recently,
especially when she was in the midst of a difficult workout.
Ms. Song waited patiently for her wearied disciple to finish
peeling off her damp top, scanning her nearly nude body with
discerning eyes. “Perfect dear, now we can begin,” she said, getting
to work quickly. The woman easily lifted Kayla by her hips, flipping
the girl onto her stomach, watching as the pacified girl melted under
her touch. As fit as she was, Kayla always felt powerless to her
trainer’s graceful strength. “Just find a comfortable position,” the
woman instructed, pinning the yielding girl facedown with an arm
neatly placed on the curve of the gymnast’s lower back. As Kayla
nestled her head amongst the blankets on the end of the couch,
Ms. Song deftly straddled her toned legs over the backside of her
athlete, holding her securely in place with a steady squeeze.
“Relax and focus your attention on loosening all the muscles my
hands trace over,” the woman continued, as she untied the teen’s
healthy blonde hair. Kayla already felt as loose as the free hair that
her trainer was now toying with. “Feel my fingers nimbly work out all
of the little knots in your neck, draining you of any desire to pick
your head up from the pillowed position it’s in now,” her voice went
on. Kayla in fact did feel drained, and was more than content to let
her face burrow deeper into the blankets laid out before her. The soft
fabric seemed to be inundated with the same scent Ms. Song emanated,
and that realization only comforted the tired girl further.
“My calming touch has reached your back and shoulders now, and you
feel how deep I can penetrate your stiffness. Your skin tingles with
each cord of muscle I pass over, numbing you to all but my body and
voice. Each region my hands visit surrenders completely to relaxation
and rests in pleasant immobility until the end of our session.” As the
woman’s talented hands caressed their way down the length of Kayla’s
limp arms, all the girl could do is wriggle her lower body as the
pleasurable hum of her slack muscles consumed more and more of her
attention.
To silence this squirming, Ms. Song flexed her lengthy thighs
together, gripping the teen’s bum assertively between her legs. The
girl could now barely shift her hips an inch under the smoothness of
the leggy Asian, and barely had the strength left to curl her toes in
enjoyment of her restrained state. Soon, even this tiny movement was
halted by Ms. Song, who began to grasp the girl’s bottom with her
exploring fingers. The sensitive nerves in the rounded curves of the
gymnast’s backside were afire with the penetrating touch of the coach,
and her whole lower body was suddenly as deadened as the arms that
hung limply by her side.
Tactilely inspecting the rest of the lax athlete’s legs just to be
thorough, Ms. Song could tell she had worked out every last bit of
tension in the girl’s body, and doubted that the laid out beauty had
any conscious thoughts left in her mind at all. “Can you hear me
Kayla?” she said gently. The teen let out a muffled mewl in return
before resuming the even breathing and silence Ms. Song had instilled
in her. Leaning down closer to the girl’s ear, the trainer continued,
“Perfect, I can tell you’re close to sleep now, so just let my words
soak into you as my soft embrace lulls any awareness you have into an
comforted blankness.”
Descending upon the semi-conscious teen, the woman unhooked the
gymnast’s confining sports bra, releasing the last bit of structural
support present in the girl’s frame. Stretching out the length of her
lithe form over the entirety of the adolescent beneath her, Ms. Song
elegantly shed her own top, revealing acres of smooth skin, along with
a push up that struggled to contain her burgeoning assets. Although
Ms. Song could easily subdue her athlete’s body with just the touch of
her hands, she knew more complete contact would be necessary to attain
the level of control she desired over her teen. The woman’s tapered
legs extended fully around Kayla’s lower body and beyond as the
trainer rested her chest on the exposed back of her apprentice.
“Why don’t you take just take a little nap while I explain all the
tiresome details of the recruitment techniques I mentioned?” Ms. Song
suggested, whispering in the ear of the blonde. “Once you wake up, I
promise your course of action will be totally clear, and you’ll
understand yourself and your mission better than ever before.” Kayla,
totally overwhelmed by the sensation of her trainer’s flawless skin
and encouraging words, succumbed easily to the suggestion, falling
into a deep sleep under the soft firmness of her coach.
Ms. Song paused to appreciate the power of the slumber she had
induced in her athlete. Unlike normal sleep, which occurred naturally,
the doze Kayla was experiencing now was completely due to the relaxing
stupor that Ms. Song alone had rubbed into her young protégé. As such,
in order for Kayla’s mind to continue to enjoy the pleasant sedation
it was currently indulging in, Ms. Song knew the girl would have to
let her will remain open to her words and touch, no matter which
direction the woman chose to proceed. Kayla in this weakened state
would always give in to the comfort of her coach’s feminine influence,
and Ms. Song routinely leveraged this power to mold the gymnast’s mind
as she saw fit. The charmed trainer regularly utilized the natural
sway she had over people to advance her goals, but the methodical
approach she was employing on Kayla now was far more powerful, and
gave her an almost limitless ability to manipulate the mind of her
athlete.
“Do you understand what I am doing to you right now, Kayla?” the
woman asked, returning her attention to the napping gymnast. Kayla was
too far gone to respond appreciably, but Ms. Song continued
anyway. “When we go through our motivational massages, my true goal
has always been to overwhelm and pacify you with my beguiling
femininity until your conscious mind is asleep in my embrace and your
subconscious is putty in my hands. Once you are this thoroughly
captivated by me, I am easily able to persuade you in any direction I
choose, overpowering any competing thoughts by monopolizing your
attention and senses. In some ways, my techniques are similar to
hypnosis or mesmerism, but by enthralling your focus primarily with my
body, I am to apply physical dominance in addition to the usual mental
beguilement associated with such practices. Even after a single
session, your subconscious was so shell-shocked by the completeness of
control I had exhibited over you that defiant thoughts ceased to ever
even come to mind. I have molded you since then to be a loyal,
determined athlete with the mindset best fitted for fulfilling your
dream of being a champion gymnast, and you have full confidence that
your only way to climb to further heights of greatness is to devote
yourself to a woman as indomitable as I am. Now that your focus has
turned to the recruitment of others like yourself, you must learn to
put forth the same effectiveness and unconquerable spirit and use my
method of exerting dominance to create more undefeatable
athletes.”
Preparing to further reveal the extent of her techniques to the
receptive mind of the sleeping gymnast, Ms. Song stopped running her
hands through the blonde’s hair and wrapped her arms firmly around the
girl’s shoulders. Kayla yielded as the woman smoothly lifted and
turned her over, revealing the fullness of the athlete’s breasts and
the bliss in the girl’s expression. Eyeing the lift and appealing
curves of the prone girl’s chest, Ms. Song commented, “Your bra seemed
much too tight today, Kayla. I’m sure you’ve begun to notice the
changes in your appearance as well, haven’t you? Can you explain these
developments?”
Kayla in fact had noticed physical changes since meeting Ms. Song,
and though she often simply attributed them to the effects of working
out, some changes seemed to defy that explanation. Since partnering
with Ms. Song, the girl’s bust increased nearly a size and a half, her
hair appeared decisively more blonde, and her gained muscles always
seemed to fill out her body in the most attractive way
possible. Before the girl could even hope to respond to her coach’s
questions, however, the late twenties trainer pulled her athlete deep
into her bosom, nearly smothering the girl’s face with her softest
region. Now all Kayla could breathe in was the tenderness of her
mentor’s skin, which surrounded her head almost completely. Senses
alight with the alluring perfume of her coach’s erogenous flesh,
Kayla’ breathing quickened in a subconscious attempt to absorb more of
Ms. Song’s distinctive essence.
Pleased by her teen’s eager acceptance of her heady embrace,
Ms. Song went on, “Before I can explain the changes occurring in your
figure, I need to reveal to you a few details about myself and our
training methods.” Feeling the receptive girl’s breath warm between
her breasts, the trainer explained, “The way your mind has been
manipulated by me is not a technique available to the average
person. Clearly, my physical prowess and captivating femininity are
not only central to my control over you, but also unique to my
body. My natural authority over people is unrivaled in your
experience, and there is a simple reason why all people are so
uniformly swayed by my charms.” Ms. Song ran her hands down the curves
of the back of her figure as she spoke, feeling with familiarity the
alluring features that so many others would only ogle over.
“You see Kayla,” the sexually charged woman continued, “part of my
method of maintaining superiority over the people I interact with
involves a complex hormonal treatment that pushes my body chemistry
far beyond the limits of any ordinary woman. Through the use of a few
stabilizing drugs, I have allowed my body to radically increase its
production of estrogen, testosterone, and other key hormones in an
effort to put my body in constant hormonal overdrive. While the extra
testosterone in my body enhances my fitness and emotional drive to
assert myself over others, the oversaturation of female hormones molds
my form unstoppably toward to the feminine ideal, guaranteeing my
desirability to everyone I meet. These drugs enhance my natural
advantage over both men and women, and prevent anyone from competing
with or escaping my sexual influence.”
As if to fully demonstrate the allure she could command, Ms. Song
stripped from her bra in a single smooth motion, barely giving the
sleeping girl beneath her a second of fresh air before redoubling her
efforts to subdue the girl with her stifling embrace. “There are some
interesting side effects to the drugs as well,” the affectionate
trainer remarked as she began to rub her exposed chest in small
circles on top of the passive blonde’s face and neck. Eventually,
Kayla’s lips brushed one of her coach’s perked up nipples, and the
girl instinctually began to suck with a tender regularity in her
sleep.
Noticing the look of pure comfort on her gymnast’s face, Ms. Song
elaborated, “The growth hormones that keep my complexion youthful and
unblemished have also had the effect of drastically altering the
composition of glands underneath my skin, with interesting results. My
medically stimulated body has begun to overproduce a number of
pheromones to remarkable levels, giving my body a powerful
psychoactive effect over those around me. Just a whiff causes a
substantial loss of focus, and continued exposure almost always
induces a pleasant fog of arousal and sedation. Even though the scent
is subtle and usually unnoticed, people quickly associate the alluring
essence with my presence, chemic
Trans Jane Marie
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