The trainer, Jen, cautiously approached Miley as if she was an animal on the verge of attacking her. With one hand outstretched before her she got within a yard of the singer.
“Hello.” Jen said, still nervous.
“Hi.” Miley put a piece of gum in her mouth and began chewing. “Problem?”
“No….I just never dealt with this before.”
“Yeah, well it's a first for me too.” Miley snapped her gum. “Can you manage.”
“I shall try.” Jen observed Miley clearly unsure how to proceed. “So..I thought we'd start with a couple of baselines. I have a scale in my car that we could use.”
Jen turned and quickly headed out to her car. For several moments Miley and Rachel just listened. Both of them relaxed when they didn't hear the squeal of tires from the trainer peeling out.
“Looks like you picked a winner.”
“Rachel smiled then looked down at her belly. “Maybe she'll help later with this baby weight.”
“Don't worry about that. I have ways to burn that off.” Miley patted her balls suggestively.
“That won't help the problem!”
“No, but it'll be more fun.”
Jen reappeared with a scale under her arm. “I think this'll work.”
She placed the oversized plate on the bedroom floor. “Okay, can you….um….step on it.”
Miley extended a hand out. “Can you help, I can't really see my feet?”
Jen sighed and helped Miley. She watched intently as the blonde easily seemed to heft the load hanging off her crotch. With their guidance Miley stepped into the scale. After several minutes it beeped. “Umm. I can't read the numbers.”
Jen looked down, slightly horrified. It didn't occur to her that Miley’s massive sack would cover the readout. “Step off. Maybe it saved.”
Fortunately for Jen it did save, and she herself was saved the trip climbing under Miley’s mountainous testicles. “You're clocking in at…336 lbs.”
“Geez.”
“That's probably mostly here.” The trainer prodded Miley’s balls. “Let's get a baseline of just you. Do we have a table or something to put these up on?”
Rachel giggled. “There's always the bed.”
“Fine, whatever.” Jen directed Miley to the bed the asked her to lift up her monumental baby makers.
“Umm….” Miley blushed. “I've never lifted them on my own. You'll have to help.”
Jen said a prayer and moved in. Her hands immediately sunk into sack. She felt the heat radiating off of it as she inadvertently started to knead the ball. “Oh god, don't do that.”
“Why?”
“You'll trigger her growth. Everytime she gets aroused it triggers her growing. Larger and larger.” Rachel eyes were wide as her hands went further and further apart.
“I get it. Well, we'll just have to chance it.”
It was a communal effort from all three of them but they eventually hoisted Miley’s cum factories onto the bed. By the end Jen had a sweat going and her sweatshirt came off. Miley resisted the urge to look but Rachel drank in Jen’s curves. She was endowed like Miley or Rachel but one could tell she lived at the gym. Her fit toned chest was contained on a black sports bra just like pants. Even nor Rachel could make out the faint outline of her small nipples. Even better, her freckles did indeed go all the way down; they were visible through her small valley of cleavage.
“Alright, back on the scale.” Jen wiped the sweat off her brow, this was a whole different level of deadlifting. Within a minute the machine beeped. “Looks like you weigh in at 130ish.” Jen paused as she processed that. 200 lbs of dick and balls. 200lbs of testicles more likely! Jen idly wondered how much sperm was being produced in those factories.
“Now that we have that, what do you want to really work on?”
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