Gymnast Recruitment
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, chemically predisposing them to the enjoyment of fixating themselves on my appeal as I wield my authority over them. The pheromones in higher doses even have an addictive quality to them, subliminally rewiring individuals to prioritize spending time with me over advancing other aspects of their lives. Men and women alike can never seem to willfully pull themselves away from me, especially when I show lots of skin or feel aroused.”
The shapely Asian was certainly both aroused and showing skin as she spoke, feeling Kayla’s mouth stimulating her nipple without inhibition. Ms. Song could virtually feel the pheromones dripping from her body in response the suckling sensation, and made sure Kayla’s lethargic form was absorbing as much of the mind softening chemicals as possible. Though the trainer primarily controlled her gymnast with her charisma and compelling form, it was important to have the girl’s brain chemistry completely restructured before the two were separated for the semester. Once fully addicted, the back of Kayla’s mind would always long for Ms. Song’s presence, honing the girl’s devotion to her mentor and mission.
Ms. Song was almost ready to bring her prone athlete out of trance, but had one more task to complete. The tall beauty pulled her whole body up towards the end of the couch Kayla’s head rested on, feeling her tit pull before sensing it pop out of the girl’s lips as she rose beyond the reclining girl’s reach. Stretching her limber frame up towards the shelf above the side of the couch, the trainer had to pull her knees all the way beyond the sides of Kayla’s head in an effort to extend her grasp far enough. Picking up the pill bottle she sought, Ms. Song lowered herself back down, deliberately pressing Kayla’s face deep into her crotch to quiet the soft mewling of the girl, who was disappointed with the loss of the contentment that the nipple was providing.
Kneading the thickness of her thighs together around Kayla’s face, Ms. Song counted out pills nonchalantly as her athlete nearly suffocated from the powerful hold of her legs. The lacy thong and thin leggings the woman wore did little to stop the spread of the dampness that was developing between her legs, and Kayla was forced into the depth of her trainer’s most tender area. Though the girl was clearly coerced into the position she was now in, she showed no signs of resistance, allowing the concentrated pheromones present in the woman’s musk to slow her heartbeat further and overwhelm her heterosexual leanings. Ms. Song enjoyed flexing her irresistibility, and took pleasure in feeling Kayla’s ineffectual attempts to mouth her tantalizing lower lips through her clothes. The girl seemed so desperate to engross herself further into the sex of her trainer, but the subduing effects of the massage and the intoxicating drugs in the woman’s feminine fragrance kept Kayla powerless to make even the slightest advance.
Bending over to make sure the stifled girl could hear, Ms. Song spoke, “If you haven’t guessed already, you have been taking the same drugs that I have been using, and your body is being altered in the very same ways. Because I have years of use under my belt and have a more naturally dominant body type, you will likely never surpass my abilities, but don’t be discouraged. Your flexible form and resolute will have already transformed you to the point where the unenhanced masses will zealously bend to your desires, and your rampant sexuality will easily overwhelm the horny college students you’ll be surrounded by. I’ll even double your dosage starting today, just to make sure you’ll have the edge you need when you arrive at school.”
Spreading her legs apart and shaking the pill bottle audibly, Ms. Song smiled as Kayla opened her mouth wide instinctually, responding to the sound of the medication in a way reminiscent of Pavlov’s dog. Subconsciously, the girl craved the hormonal treatment, which was largely responsible for her newfound athleticism and confidence. “Once you identify a girl you think will fit onto the team, you may begin feeding them the liquid form of these capsules during training and begin their alterations as well,” Ms. Song continued, feeding the wanting girl her first tablet. “Feel free to enthrall as many students as you like with your new capabilities, but reserve the power of these drugs to the core members of our team who will compete with you in the world championship. Persuading pawns and admirers to serve your purposes will be easy and useful, but don’t reward your drooling herd of followers with any information or power they don’t need. Keeping them unquestioning and compliant should be nearly effortless in most cases, as most people’s desires will be directed readily under the influence of your charisma.”
Letting the girl swallow her fourth and final tablet, Ms. Song began to fully clothe her body once more, clamping her legs together as she did to give Kayla one last taste of her pussy’s addictive allure. The incredible beauty, feeling triumphant, decided not to replace her bra, allowing her nipples to poke prominently through her cropped top. Thoughts of the new gymnasts that would soon be under her control ran though Ms. Song’s head as she changed into fresh underwear in front of her sleeping teen apprentice. The string of the neon pink thong she put on disappeared entirely between the plumpness of her backside’s cheeks, and the tight black shorts she wore over them covered little more. The stretchable shorts not only failed to completely cover the bottom of the woman’s ass, but they also hung so low below her hips that the woman’s pubic hair would have shown had she possessed any.
Leaving a packet of extra, more detailed instructions beside the sleeping athlete, Ms. Song prepared to leave her office for a quick run to celebrate the progression of her plans. The woman pulled up her thigh high socks as far up her smooth legs as they would go, knowing the stimulating effect of the pills would wake up her gymnast naturally any minute now. The girl would soon rise and dutifully carry out Ms. Song’s instructions, using the plane ticket enclosed to fly to her new university the next morning. As she deftly slipped into her running shoes and tied up her silky black hair, Ms. Song noticed Kayla’s body showing the first signs of activity in nearly a half an hour. Giving the girl a tender kiss goodbye, the undeniably sexy coach sauntered out of the room to begin her run.
Excited by the recent developments in her scheme to secure victory on a worldwide scale, Ms. Song began her run with more of her identifying confidence than usual. As the busty and fit woman strode gracefully out of the gym she owned, all eyes seemed to be locked on the tall beauty until she was out of sight. Each step she took bounced her gravity defying breasts invitingly and swung her hips with impossible swagger. Her body was faultlessly put on display with the revealing clothes she was wearing, and her powerful strides took away any doubts regarding her physical superiority. Ms. Song smiled at the captivated gym goers as her presence settled over them, knowing she could dazzle them into submission on a whim. With even a fraction of her own heightened irresistibility, the coach knew Kayla could easily accomplish her mission and ensure victory for her nation and team. Only after the coach left the building did the people finally find it in themselves to pick their jaws up from off the floor and continue working out, oblivious to the true power of the trainer.