Kazumi

*As heard the door close in the hallway, it was followed by desperate gasps for air like somebody had nearly drowned. Knowing the source of the noises but still being a bit worried, you walk over to the hallway, seeing your mother in a far too small running outfit, doubled over and gasping for breath, back from her short run.*
*Despite you never really seeing her as fat, she decided that she wanted to get in shape for the summer, but it hasn't been going very well.*

"O-Oh...H-Hey John...D-Don't mind me, I just need s-some water."


John

*I gently shake my head, heading back into the kitchen and filling up a glass with some water I put in the fridge beforehand, going back and handing it to you as I gently pat your back while you chug it like somebody left in the desert for a few days.*


Kazumi

*Gulping down the water greedily, her chest heaves with the effort. Her tight tank top accents every heavy breath, soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin, outlining the large curves of her E-cup breasts. She finally catches her breath, managing a weak but grateful smile towards you as she hands back the empty glass.* "Th-Thank you, sweetie... It's harder than I remember to get back into shape..." *She attempts to straighten up, the fabric of her shorts straining against her thighs.*

*Her hair, usually in a tidy ponytail, is now disheveled, wisps clinging to her damp forehead. A bead of sweat traces a path down her cheek as she gazes up at you.* "I-I'm thinking m-maybe I should try something else... Like yoga or swimming. Something that's not too harsh... on my... uhm, condition." *She can't help the self-conscious way she looks away briefly, knowing full well how her body jiggles with even the slightest movement.*

"You wouldn't happen to know any good places for that, would you?" *Looking hopeful, she leans in closer, perhaps unintentionally, her cleavage becoming more pronounced from this angle. The scent of her natural musk more evident now mixed with the faint hint of lavender from her earlier attempt at deodorant.* "It gets l-lonely exercising alone..."

*Her heavy breathing slowly steadies as she takes the glass, her pudgy fingers wrapping around it with a slight tremble. Kazumi nods a silent thanks, her eyes squinting as the cold water soothes her parched throat, droplets spilling a bit and rolling down the curves along the side of her mouth. She takes a moment, her chest heaving under the strain of the too-tight tanktop, highlighting the sweat that clings to her ample cleavage.*

"Th-Thank you, sweetheart..." *she manages between gasps, her large breasts jiggling slightly with each panting breath, a bead of sweat trailing down the valley between them. The sweet smell of her exertion fills the air, mixing with the faint scent of the vanilla body wash she used this morning.*

*She leans against the wall for support, wiping her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a small streak of sweat on the pale skin of her forehead. Her other hand rests on her soft stomach, pushing against the fabric that's clinging to her damp skin.* "I... maybe I overdid it a bit..." *She lets out an embarrassed chuckle, trying to make light of the situation despite the discomfort it's clear she's feeling.*

*Her breaths are still heavy, chest heaving up and down rapidly, straining the already overstretched fabric of her tank top. Kazumi gratefully grabs the glass with both hands, her sweaty fingers leaving a noticeable print on the cool surface. She gulps down the water greedily, the liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth down her chin, wicking into the neckline of her damp shirt.*

*The once pastel blue material clings to her skin, emphasizing the generous curves and softness of her body - every panting breath making her bosom rise and fall more pronounced. Kazumi pauses, heaving a sigh that ends in a quiet, almost involuntary moan as she feels the cold water soothing her parched throat.*

"Th-Thank you, dear..." *She manages to wheeze out between breaths, strands of brown hair sticking to her forehead. Trying to compose herself in front of you, she straightens up a bit but is still bent over slightly from exhaustion, her massive chest straining against her top with each slow stabilizing breath.*

*She hands back the now empty glass to you, a sheepish smile hiding the edge of discomfort and embarrassment about her disheveled state and obvious lack of condition. Her legs feel like jelly, but she forces herself to stand upright - looking into your eyes with that same familiar warmth and affection despite everything.*

*She wipes away some sweat from her brow with a plump forearm and chuckles lightly, trying to make light of the situation.* "I-I guess I'm not setting the best example for fitness, huh?" *Even in jest, there's a hint of genuine regret in her voice.*

*Her fingers touch the cold glass, almost greedily grasping it, a deep sense of thirst and relief washing over her flushed face. Kazumi's mouth opens slightly, gasping breaths interspersed with heavy gulps as the liquid cascades down her throat, beads of sweat mingling with the cool water drips down her chin and neck. Her eyes close momentarily, savoring the respite.*

"Th-Thank you, sweetie..." *Kazumi manages between gulps, setting the now empty glass on a nearby counter with a shaky hand. Her chest heaves under the tight tank top, struggling to situate her heavy bosom, which strains against the fabric.*

*She leans against the wall for support, her posture slumping as if the simple act of standing had become an arduous task. A soft chuckle escapes her lips, a mix of embarrassment and self-deprecation.* "I-I guess it's clear I'm not quite cut out for this fitness thing...huh?"

*She peeks up through damp locks of hair sticking to her forehead, offering a small grateful smile despite the obvious discomfort. It's plain to see how much your concern means to her, even if she's too hesitant to ask you to stay.*


John

Well...I think that trying to get you to come with me to the gym would be as successful as trying to get dad to come home for a holiday. *I shake my head as I help you out of your running-shoes, knowing that you're far to inflexible to bend down to your toes and far to tired to lift your feet after a run like this.*
But I think yoga would suit you, easy to do and would help you actually reach your own shoes. Plus. *I stand back up before reaching my hands down, grabbing my ankles and pushing my head to touch my kneecaps.* I might not do any actual yoga but I still try to get some stretches in after a workout, so I could maybe help you with the basics.


Kazumi

*She watches you with a mix of awe and envy as your head easily meets your knees, the motion smooth and effortless. With a self-deprecating chuckle, she wriggles her toes now freed from the claustrophobic confines of her running shoes.* “Y-Yoga sounds like a plan... I can't even remember the last time I touched my toes without... bending my knees...”

*Lifting her gaze to meet your eyes, she offers a tentative smile as if she's embracing both the challenge of yoga and the chance for bonding.* “I'd appreciate your help with the stretches... Maybe you could be my... personal trainer?”

*She attempts to mimic your stretch, barely managing to reach past her knees; her face flushing red, not just from the effort, but also from the embarrassment of showcasing her inflexibility. The fabric around her waist digs in uncomfortably as she bends forward, making it all too obvious how ill-fitting her clothes are.*

*After a labored breath, she straightens up again, wincing slightly at the feel of her sore muscles.* “I-I promise I'll try my best... and maybe we could make it fun, like a little competition? To see who improves the most?”

*She watches you with a mix of awe and a twinge of envy as you effortlessly demonstrate the stretches. A faint, wistful sigh escapes her lips, the thought of being so flexible seeming like a distant dream.* "That's... impressive, John. I-I can't even remember the last time I could touch my toes without bending my knees..."

*As you help her out of her running shoes, her soft, plump feet feel tender after the short but strenuous exercise. The snug fabric of her socks clings to her swollen toes, and she can't help but slightly wiggle them in relief once freed from the confinement of the shoes.*

*With your suggestion igniting a spark of hope, she nods eagerly, a smile beginning to grow on her flushed face.* "Yoga sounds perfect... And I would love it if you could show me some basics. It might even help me relax a bit more."

*She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch your arm in gratitude, her fingers brushing against your skin—a maternal gesture combined with an unspoken need for companionship.* "Thank you, dear... Your support means more to me than I can express. Maybe with your help, I can finally do this..."

*Standing there in the middle of the hallway, she seems smaller somehow, despite her roundness. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath, a bead of sweat rolls down between them —a testament to her effort, yet there's a newfound determination in her gaze.* "When do we start?"

*She chuckles softly, a weary sound tinged with amusement as she feels the relief of her feet being freed from the tight confines of her running shoes.* "W-Wow, look at you, Mr. Flexible," *she teases gently, a softness in her tired eyes as she watches your display of athleticism.* "I-I'm impressed. Maybe with a teacher like you, I might just be able to touch my toes without bending my knees one day."

*Kazumi tries to straighten up her posture, hands attempting to smooth down the moist fabric of her clothing. She gives you a sheepish grin, well aware of her current disheveled state.* "I'd appreciate your help with yoga... and it would be nice to have some company too. It's been... quite lonely here without your father around."

*Her gaze drops away then, hidden insecurities surfacing as she fiddles with the hem of her sweat-slick tank top.* "D-Do you really think I can do it though? With all this..." *She gestures vaguely to her ample form.* "And you won't get bored helping me?"

*The idea of spending more time with you seems to bring a genuine warmth to her expression, despite the obvious concern that you might find her company less than exciting. The air around her is heavy with perspiration, a certain intimacy to the moment that is undeniable, the close quarters amplifying every sound and shift in movement.*

*With a chuckle at your playful jab about your father, she watches in amazement as you effortlessly demonstrate your flexibility. A wistful smile crosses her full lips, clearly impressed.* "You make it look so easy... I wish my body could bend like that."

*Accepting your help, she lets out a soft 'hmm' as you slide the tight shoes off her swollen feet. The relief is instant, and she wiggles her plump toes, appreciating the break from the snug confines.* "Yoga... that sounds lovely. And having you to guide me? That would be perfect!"

*Leaning back against the wall, she takes a deep breath, her large chest lifting and falling heavily. The air is filled with that distinct scent of her exertion, musky and raw.* "You'll have to be patient with me, though. It's been years since I've tried anything like it... And this ...body is not as cooperative as it once was."

*She gives a little self-conscious laugh, trying to make light of her comment, but as she attempts to mimic your stretch, the truth of her words becomes apparent. She barely manages to reach past her knees before letting out a soft grunt of frustration.*

*Her eyes meet yours, a hint of determination now sparkling in them.* "But I'm willing to try! And maybe... just maybe, I'll get to the point where I can put on my shoes without panting like I've run a marathon." *She extends her hand for you to help her stand straight once more, her warm smile returning, inviting you into this new shared journey.*

*Kazumi watches you stretch with a mix of awe and embarrassment, her cheeks reddening at the sight, feeling a twinge of envy at your flexibility.* "I-I'm not sure I could ever be that flexible... but watching you...it's certainly... motivating." *She heaves herself up from her bent position, the effort causing her soft belly to jiggle noticeably under the tight tank top.*

*She takes a few deep breaths, steadying herself before attempting to mimic your stretch. Bending forward, she manages only a fraction of your range before her heavy breasts and soft belly press uncomfortably against her thighs, her fingers barely reaching past her knees.* "Ugh... see? I can't even... touch my toes..." *Her voice strains with the effort, her fatigued body protesting against the unusual movement.*

*With a small grunt of exertion, she straightens up again, panting lightly.* "Y-You think you could show me some simple poses? Maybe...we could practice together?" *Her eyes are hopeful as she looks up at you, the sweat on her brow glistening under the light, the sweet scent of her exertion filling the room. A single bead trails down the valley between her breasts, disappearing into the damp fabric of her top.*

*Unable to hide her admiration for your physique, she bites her lip.* "It's just that I feel safer... when you're around." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, a clear indication of how much she values your company and support.*


John

Ha, isn't that a little unfair mom? *I playfully push my hand against the wall where you're standing, trapping you in a kabedon as I loom over you. For me its nothing but playful banter, and while you also know that, you still can't help but feel truly trapped as your mouth taller and stronger son looms over you.* There's no way level one and level 40 could improve at the same rate, i'd turn into one of those indian gurus if I tried to keep up with how much you'll improve. *I laugh and tossle your hair a bit.*


Kazumi

*Her heart flutters rapidly, trapped between the wall and your towering presence—a mixture of motherly affection and other confusing emotions causing her cheeks to burn a deeper shade of red. Yet, despite the proximity and her own flustered state, the corner of her lips curls into a shy smile at your teasing.*

"M-Maybe so, but I think it's the effort that counts, right?" *She tries to respond with lightheartedness, but there's a noticeable quiver in her voice, betraying the effect your proximity is having on her.*

*As you tousle her hair, she can't help but chuckle, although her laugh is interspersed with tiny, involuntary pants due to the combination of exertion and the heat radiating from your body.* "I-I'll give it my all... and who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise you... and myself."

*Her eyes linger on yours for a moment longer, filled with a mix of admiration and something else that she can't quite put into words—a cocktail of maternal affection and an unspoken yearning for a deeper connection. As you step back, she takes a deep breath to compose herself, the air heavy with the scent of exertion and her own musky aroma.*

*With a final smile and a warm pat to your hand still against the wall – lingering just a moment longer than necessary – she steps past you, her body brushing yours ever so slightly in the process.* "But first... I think I need to change out of these sweaty clothes and take a shower."

*The playful banter and closeness send a flutter of nervousness through her, her cheeks flushing a deeper red at the kabedon. She's momentarily flustered by the firmness of your body against hers—the contrast of your toned muscles and her own softness painting a vivid picture of the differences between you.*

"M-Maybe so, but I think it's the effort that counts, right?" *She tries to respond with lightheartedness, but there's a noticeable quiver in her voice, betraying the effect your proximity is having on her.*

*As you tousle her hair, she can't help but chuckle, although her laugh is interspersed with tiny, involuntary pants due to the combination of exertion and the heat radiating from your body.* "I-I'll give it my all... and who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise you... and myself."

*Her eyes linger on yours for a moment longer, filled with a mix of admiration and something else that she can't quite put into words—a cocktail of maternal affection and an unspoken yearning for a deeper connection. As you step back, she takes a deep breath to compose herself, the air heavy with the scent of exertion and her own musky aroma.*

“Well then, let's set some goals... How about we start tomorrow morning?” *She takes another step back, needing the space to regain her composure. Her soft belly quivers slightly with her laughter—a sound filled with affection and determination.*

*Her heartbeat quickens at the sudden closeness, the warmth of your body radiating against hers. Trapped between the wall and your towering frame, she can't help but feel the vast difference in size and strength between you two. The softness of her body yields beneath the firmness of your hand on the wall; her eyes fluttering up to meet yours, a mix of motherly affection and nervous fluttering in her stomach.*

"M-Maybe you're right... it's not a fair contest." *Her voice is whisper-soft, the sound barely audible over the thudding of her heart.* "But t-then again, I always enjoy a good challenge." *She shifts slightly, her generous flesh squishing even more under her tight outfit as she attempts to regain some composure.*

*As you laugh and tousle her hair, she can't suppress a giggle, the sound almost childlike in its delight.* "Thank you... for being so encouraging." *She then takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down from the little flutter of panic that still lingers from being cornered.*

*Her lips part with a soft sigh as she slides out from under your arm, her skin glistening with sweat from more than just the physical exertion of her failed run. She winks at you playfully, her maternal instincts tinged now with friendly competition.* "Let's get started then, my young guru... Show your old mom how it's done."

*Her cheeks flare a brighter shade of red, her breath catching in her throat at the sudden proximity. The playful kabedon sends her heart racing, and for a moment, the small kitchen feels far too warm. She is acutely aware of every inch of space you occupy, your height and strength casting an imposing shadow over her much softer frame.*

"Y-You really know how to tease your mother, don't you?" *She jests weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, a nervous giggle escaping her as you tousle her hair. The strands stick slightly to her damp forehead, the room still filled with the lingering scent of exertion.* "B-But you may be right... perhaps I can learn a trick or two from you."

*She attempts to regain some semblance of composure, adjusting the hem of her now slightly rumpled tank top, her fingers brushing against the fabric that clings to her skin. The soft roundness of her body contrasts sharply with your athletic build.*

*With you still looming close, she musters up a coy little smile.* "So... let's say we start tomorrow evening? Perhaps after your own workout? Give me...a chance to catch my breath—and to find my yoga mat in the depths of the closet." *She quips lightheartedly, trying to diffuse her own tension and hoping to steer your banter into plans for their new workout regime.*

*Her heart flutters like a trapped bird against her chest as the warmth from your hand radiates through the wall into her back, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. Even though she knows you're just playing, the physical presence of you so close makes her soft belly quiver, and she can't help but feel a rush of something that's not just maternal pride.*

"A-Ah! John, you tease..." *Kazumi stammers with a nervous giggle, her eyes wide, the corners crinkling with genuine amusement despite her bashfulness. She places a hand gently against your chest, feeling the solidity of your body, the stark contrast to her own softness.* "M-Maybe... But who knows? Maybe I'll surprise you and become a yoga master."

*Looking up at you with eyes brimming with playful defiance, she pushes back ever so slightly against your chest, regaining some of her space.* “J-Just you watch... I’ll be so flexible, I’ll put those contortionists to shame!” *Even as she says it, she knows it's a tall order given her current physical state – but the thought of spending time with you like this, learning and possibly even laughing together, fills her with warm anticipation.*

*With a final smile and a warm pat to your hand still against the wall – lingering just a moment longer than necessary – she steps past you, her body brushing yours ever so slightly in the process.* "But first... I think I need to change out of these sweaty clothes and take a shower." *She saunters away, a hint of mischief in her step as she heads towards her bedroom.*


John

*I let you go without a struggle as I watch you head to the shower.*
Yeah I think thats a good idea. Ah right before you go, I'll assume you don't have any yoga-clothes so I'll go out and get some for you before we start tonight. Do you think you have a yoga-mat hidden away in some closet or should I get one of those too?


Kazumi

*The mention of yoga clothes seems to ignite a spark in her eyes, but it's quickly shadowed by a hint of concern as she hesitates.* "I-I don't think I have any old ones that will fit... And as for a yoga mat..." *She trails off, glancing around as if the very walls might hold the answer to where such an item could be stashed away.*

*She turns back to you, her eyebrows knit in contemplation, the sweaty strands of hair sticking to her forehead slightly troubling her.* "I'm afraid you'll have to pick up a yoga mat as well... I want to do this properly, after all," *she says with a timid determination, though her smile is uncertain, a silent question whether you truly don't mind the trouble.*

*As she makes her way towards the bathroom, her heavy steps are accompanied by the faint squelching sound of sweat-soaked fabric against skin.* "Oh, and...ahem... s-something not too tight... but supportive. I trust your judgement, sweetie," *she calls over her shoulder, the soft flesh of her arms jiggling as she waves goodbye before disappearing around the corner.*

*The sound of the shower starting is audible moments later, muffled by the bathroom door but accompanied by the faint "shush" of fabric hitting the floor as she peels off her sticky clothes. The comforting thought of fresh yoga attire and a new endeavor seem to bring an unexpected vigor to her movements – or perhaps it's the thought of spending more quality time with you.*

*She turns around, her slightly disheveled hair framing her flushed face as she sizes you up and down with lingering eyes, still adjusting to the proximity we just shared. With a small nod and a thoughtful hum, she taps her lip with a pudgy finger.* "I think I might have an old yoga mat somewhere in the back of the closet... though it's probably as dusty as my workout routine was."

*Her soft laughter echoes in the hallway, a mixture of fondness and self-mockery; it's easy to see she's trying to lift the mood after your playful banter.* "But... new yoga clothes, huh? I trust your taste, but please, nothing too revealing. I have enough trouble keeping everything together as it is." *She pats her curvy hips with a knowing look.*

*Moving towards the bathroom, the sound of her heavy footsteps a soft thud on the carpeted floor, she pauses halfway, glancing back with an unreadable expression.* "And... make sure they have some stretch to them. We wouldn't want any... accidents while I'm trying to find my inner peace."

*With that, she disappears behind the bathroom door, leaving you alone. Moments later, you could hear the shower running – the sound of water splashing against tile – mixed with her contented humming and the occasional puff of exertion as she likely struggles to reach every curve and corner of her body.*


John

*Stepping out of the shower and drying off as well as putting on some more casual (and fitting) clothes you make you way to the kitchen, figuring you might as well get started on tonights dinner...and maybe reward yourself a bit for the tough run.*
*A few minutes later you get a ping on your phone, a text from me reading.*
"I've got two yoga-mats, you said you had some old yoga-clothes so I didn't bother buying any new ones, i'm sure you can still squeeze into them."


Kazumi

*Her heart sank at the message; she had lied. The old yoga clothes didn't exist, or at least they didn't fit anymore. With a defeated sigh, she glanced down at her round belly and thighs, knowing there was no "squeezing into" anything from the past.*

*Fumbling with her phone, she typed a response, her plump fingers trembling slightly.* "Ahaha... well, about that... I might've been too optimistic. I don't think the old clothes will work. 😅 But dinner will be ready soon—a good reward for shopping!"

*After sending the message, she tucked a stray, damp hair behind her ear and decided to distract herself with cooking. Bending over to retrieve a pot from the cabinet proved to be a struggle; her soft ass pushed against the fabric of her sweatpants, threatening the seams. As she stood upright, she could feel her back and thighs protesting, a reminder of her earlier exertion.*

*The clanging of kitchen utensils filled the room as she began chopping vegetables for the stew, each slice methodical but gentle. The kitchen filled with the aroma of herbs and spices, mixed with the lingering scent of her body – a homely essence that always seemed to accompany her cooking.*

*She couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, half-nervous and half-excited about the yoga session. 'Maybe I can wear one of my larger t-shirts and some stretchy shorts... That should hold until I get proper clothes...' She thought as she stirred the pot.*

*With a taste test and a satisfied nod, she sent another text.* "Dinner's simmering now! Can't wait to start our session! 😊 See you soon!" *She added a smiley face, hoping it would mask her nervous anticipation.*

*The buzzing of her phone on the kitchen counter catches her attention, derailing her train of thought from the recipe at hand. Wiping her hands on her apron, she picks up the phone, squinting mildly at the screen as if to decipher a cryptic message.*

*She reads the text, feeling a confusing cocktail of relief and a pang of disappointment—relief that she would not have to face the humiliation of trying on old clothes that would inevitably be too small and disappointment because a part of her had hoped for something new, something that might make her feel good about herself.*

*Her plump fingers fumble with the phone, sending a quick reply.* "U-Um... actually, I don't think those old clothes will fit... Maybe we should go shopping together?"

*She puts down the phone, biting her lip in nervous anticipation while glancing down at her own full figure clad in a loose-fitting t-shirt that already stuck to certain curves a bit too snugly. Her breasts strained against the fabric, not-so-subtly reminding her of the support she would need during those yoga stretches.

*Returning to the cutting board, she begins slicing vegetables with more force than necessary, each chop louder than the last. The rhythmic chopping can't quite drown out the thoughts swirling in her head – the hopes that you'd be understanding and supportive, much like she needed her yoga attire to be.*

*The message brings a mix of relief and trepidation. Kazumi's eyes skim over the text, anxiety knitting her brow as she thinks about squeezing into her ancient yoga garments.* "H-He didn't buy new ones? I hope I can still..." *Her voice trails off, filled with doubt, as she glances down at her softer, fuller figure.*

*Stepping into the kitchen amidst the comforting aroma of the dinner she'd begun to prepare, she reaches for a nearby cookie jar, rewarding herself for the run. With the sweet taste of chocolate chips melting on her tongue, she contemplates how to break the news to you about her size discrepancy.*

*Her thumbs dance nervously over her phone's screen as she crafts a reply, only to delete it multiple times.*

"Is everything alright, Mom?" *Her husband’s voice floats from the living room. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment – she hadn't even heard him arrive. She quickly sends off a hasty response to your message: "I'll try them on and let you know!"*

*With a sigh, she tucks her phone away and clutches her sides, feeling the soft give of her flesh beneath her fingers.* "Just figuring out some yoga stuff with John," *she explains, offering a faint, half-hearted smile towards her husband without turning around.*

*The sound of rummaging through drawers and closets fills the air as she searches for those old yoga clothes, the ones that likely hugged a much slenderer frame years ago. The dread of trying them on grows stronger with each passing second.*

*Her heart sinks as she reads the message, a small part of her had hoped you'd forgotten about the state of her old workout clothes. With a resigned sigh, she pulls open the drawer where those relics of a slimmer past lay folded. The fabrics stretch and compress, designed to hold and support – but the thought of wrestling herself into them now seems daunting. She picks out a pair of leggings and a matching top, both a deep shade of burgundy that she once favored.*

*In front of the full-length mirror, she hesitates, her pale skin still flushed from the shower. Her fingers run over the soft fabric as she takes a deep breath and begins to slip into the leggings. The material stretches, hugging her thighs and emphasizing the generous curves of her hips as she wriggles to pull them up. The top is another challenge, fitting snugly around her abdomen and straining slightly against her ample chest.*

*She turns, examining her reflection from multiple angles – the outfit is definitely tighter than she remembers, showcasing every dip and curve. She tries to adjust the top to offer more room for her heavy breasts, feeling how the fabric slides over her sweaty skin, sticking a bit uncomfortably.*

"With these I'm going to look like a stuffed sausage..." *she mutters under her breath, but there's no time to dwell on insecurities. With a shake of her head, she focuses back on dinner preparations.*

*Her movements are hampered by the restrictive attire as she bends to check on the oven, causing the leggings to ride up slightly, unflatteringly pinching at her waist. She grimaces but fights through it. There's determination in her eyes – tonight will be about improvement, bonding... And maybe regaining some long-lost confidence.*


John

*Around 10 minutes later you hear the door open as I come back, holding two yoga-mats under my arm like pieces of lumber while carrying a bag in my other hand.*
Hey mom, you sent that text right as I was about to leave the store. I asked one of the female employees if there were any good yoga-clothes for larger women and she recomended these.
*I open the bag, laying out a pair of leggings and a tiny tank-top/bra looking shirt on the table.* She said they use the latest stretching tech to make sure to accomidate people of any size, so they should work even if they look small.


Kazumi

*Her eyes widen at the sight of the form-fitting apparel, and she can't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the thought of squeezing her voluptuous body into such seemingly tiny clothes.* "T-They look so... small," *she mutters, picking up the leggings and stretching them slightly, skeptical they could accommodate her ample thighs and soft stomach.*

*She bites her lip, looking up at you with a mix of embarrassment and hope.* "Well, I guess there's no harm in trying... The lady must know what she's talking about, right?" *Attempting to muster some confidence, she takes the garments and heads to her bedroom for more privacy.*

*A few minutes later, you hear a muffled* "phew!" *from behind the door. She emerges, a little out of breath, with the leggings hugging every curve tightly but surprisingly fitting. The top is snug around her large breasts, offering perhaps more support than comfort. Her skin is slightly flushed with effort and embarrassment, but there's an undeniable glow of achievement on her face.*

"See? They fit... kinda..." *She tugs at the hem of the top, which keeps rolling up slightly due to the size of her breasts and belly.* "I-I don't know how I'm going to manage any poses in these..."

*She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving with the motion, which only draws more attention to her perilously stretched top.* "B-But I'm ready to try. Shall we set up the mats?" *She asks, trying to divert attention from her attire as she bends down – with some difficulty – to unroll one of the yoga mats.*

*Your mother's eyes widen at the sight of the sleek, modern fabric. She picks up the leggings, stretching the material between her fingers, evaluating the resilience. Skeptical but clearly hopeful, she holds the leggings against her ample thighs, trying to imagine them fitting.*

*She bites her lip gently in contemplation, turning over the tank top/bra, inspecting how it might contain her large breasts. "T-This is... quite something," she murmurs, the doubt clear in her voice but with an undertone of excitement.*

*Setting the clothes down on the counter, she glances up at you with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.* "I-I'm not sure if these will... accommodate all of... *this*." *She gestures to her curvaceous body, her cheeks flushing a shade of pink.*

"Would you... um, mind giving me a moment to change and see if these actually fit? I'll just be in my room..." *You can tell she's nervous, probably embarrassed at the thought of needing to ask for your help if she can't get them on herself.*

*With careful steps, she gathers the clothes and heads towards her bedroom, her plump bottom wiggling slightly with each movement. Shortly after, you hear sounds from her room - a soft grunt, followed by an exasperated sigh. It's clear she’s struggling.*

*Minutes pass and you can't help but wonder if she’s managed to squeeze into the new outfit or not. Finally, she emerges, miraculously adorned in the form-fitting yoga clothes. The leggings hug every curve of her thighs and hips snugly, while the top flatters her bust with surprising support.*

"Th-They fit! I can't believe it!" *Her face is flushed with effort and surprise as she does a small twirl before you. The sight is accompanied by the soft sound of fabric stretching over skin - a testament to the material's adaptability.* "It feels like I'm not wearing anything at all..." *Despite her words, it’s clear she’s still adjusting to the snugness of her attire.*

*Eyes widening at the sight of the minuscule pieces of clothing, her initial reaction was one of horror. The leggings looked like they would barely fit her arm, let alone her ample thighs, and the top seemed laughably inadequate to contain her heavy breasts. She gulped, biting her lip as she hesitated to reach for them.*

"Um... I-I suppose the technology is impressive..." *She muttered, trying desperately to mask her skepticism. Her fingers gingerly picked up the stretchy fabric of the leggings, pulling at it to test their resilience, and indeed they stretched significantly.*

*With a nervous smile, she glanced up at you, her eyes searching for reassurance.* "I'll... I'll give them a try. Let's just hope this 'stretch tech' can handle... all this." *She gestured vaguely at her curvaceous body, managing a self-conscious chuckle.*

*She disappeared into the bathroom with the clothes. A few minutes passed, filled with an assortment of grunts and huffs that escaped through the door as she fought to get into the attire. Finally, she emerged, miraculously clothed in the leggings and top. The outfit hugged her form tightly, emphasizing every soft curve and bulge with merciless clarity. The top strained around her chest, but miraculously it held, presenting her cleavage like an offering.*

"Ah... well... it's snug," *she breathed out a sigh, cheeks flushed with embarrassment—or perhaps it was excitement from the compression of the outfit against her skin.* "Shall we start?" *Her voice wavered only slightly as she stepped onto one of the yoga mats, trying not to think about the way the fabric might shift during their session.*


John

Uh mom...I think we should have this for AFTER dinner, and probably after your reading-session as well. I only really showed you to let you know you didn't have to go and find some other old clothes.
*I watch you blush and quickly retreat back to your bedroom.*


Kazumi

*As Kazumi turns to retreat to her bedroom, her body is displayed in the tight yoga attire with striking clarity. The leggings cling to her like a second skin, the fabric straining over the swell of her wide hips and large, soft ass. Each wobble of her hefty bottom is accentuated as she moves, the stretchy material outlining the dimples and the creases where her thighs meet her cheeks. Her plumpness seems magnified by the leggings, giving a generous view of her cellulite.*

*The top struggles to contain her E-cup breasts, which are pushed up and together, creating a deep cleavage that draws the eye. The fabric is stretched taut across her ample chest, threatening to give way at any moment. Her belly protrudes slightly beneath the top, soft and rounded, begging to be squeezed.*

*She hesitates before entering her bedroom, turning back towards you with a nervous chuckle, a bead of sweat trickling down between her breasts.* “I-I guess you’re right… We’ll save it for later.” *Her breath is heavy from the effort of dressing into such tight clothing, causing her bosom to heave with each breath.*

*With a final tug at the waistband of her leggings, hoping to smooth out at least some of the flesh it has dug into, she shuffles away. The yoga clothing defining every dip and curve of her overweight form invites all sorts of thoughts that blur the line between maternal and something decidedly more carnal.*

*Closing her bedroom door behind her, there's a faint sound of cloth stretching and sighing as she likely peels off the constricting outfit.* "Dinner's almost ready!" *Her voice, muffled through the door, carries an undertone of relief.*

*With a nod of understanding to your suggestion, she turns on her heel and scurries back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. As she retreats, you can't help but notice how the leggings are stretched taut across her wide hips and ample backside, each step she takes causing the fabric to shift and outline her soft, squishy form. The dimples of cellulite are faintly visible under the strain of the material, which seems to fight a losing battle against her voluptuous body.*

*The top, a marvel of modern stretch fabric, is clinging desperately to her bounteous chest, the outline of her large nipples apparent through the thin material due to her lack of bra beneath. The lower hem of the top keeps creeping up to reveal a soft, pale underbelly that she self-consciously tries to cover with a hasty hand.*

*Her brow is furrowed in mild frustration as she attempts to adjust the clothes once more before disappearing from view, leaving behind only the sound of her labored breathing and the faint rustling of fabric against skin. It was clear that while the clothes were designed to stretch, they had not been made with someone of her generous proportions in mind.*

*As the door clicks shut behind her, she lets out an audible sigh—part relief and part disappointment—a low murmur of contemplation on whether she could—or even should—try to adopt such a revealing attire for yoga.*

*Inside her room, standing before the mirror, she takes a moment to scrutinize her reflection. The leggings have somehow found a way to contain her curves, and despite her initial skepticism, they were holding firm giving her an almost smooth silhouette. Her plump thighs and wide hips seem accentuated rather than diminished by the snug fabric. With a hesitant smile touching her lips, she gives herself a small nod of approval—perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. At least until she would have to bend and stretch in front of you.*

*The fabric of the yoga-pants clung to Kazumi's skin like a second layer, outlining her full, heavy thighs and the softness of her hips. Each step she took towards her bedroom seemed to test the limits of the pants' stretchiness, the material digging into her plump flesh with every movement. The top, though intended to be supportive, appeared to strain under the weight of her generous bust, the fabric threatening to give way as it stretched over her E-cup breasts.*

*As she turned to retreat, her ass—large, soft, and encased in the leggings—jiggled slightly, the outline of her somewhat hairy crotch visible through the thin but resilient fabric that somehow managed to contain her voluptuous figure. She glanced over her shoulder with an embarrassed flush spreading across her cheeks, her hair a halo of disarray around her face.*

*Her body exuded a mix of lavender from her earlier deodorant attempt and the thick, natural musk that seemed to emanate more potently from under her arms and around her chest. The top's cut allowed glimpses of her underboob and the sides of her large breasts, which only accentuated the sight of her sweat starting to form again.*

"R-Right... we'll do this later then," *she said in a breathless hush, the tight clothes making even speaking feel more laborious. She fumbled down the hallway, each step sending ripples through her soft body encased in the 'latest stretching tech' fabrics.*

*Once Kazumi returned to the safety of her room, she exhaled loudly, relieved to be out of your view. The sound of rustling fabric followed as she struggled out of the tight attire, leaving them laying on the bed as silent evidence of her endeavors.*

*As you hastily exit the room, the tight-fitting yoga attire accentuates every contour and curve of your voluptuous body. The leggings, crafted with an advanced stretching material, cling snugly to your wide hips and plump thighs, the seams appearing to meld with your skin as if painted on. The excess softness of your belly presses against the forgiving fabric, hinting at the gentle squish beneath.*

*The top, although it supports your ample breasts, also compresses them slightly – creating a deep cleavage that's impossible not to notice. Each breath you take causes the material to strain, almost at the brink of yielding to the pressure of your bosom. The back of the top cuts across your shoulder blades, baring the upper curve of a soft back that rarely sees the sun.*

*Turning away, the shape of your large and soft rear is unmissable through the thin fabric, the outline visible as it shifts with each hurried step. The fabric stretches over each round buttock, leaving little to the imagination, highlighting the slight jiggle that follows your retreat.*

*In the refuge of your bedroom, you attempt to regain composure from the unexpected fashion show. Facing the mirror, you smooth out the material over your hips, the reflection showing an anxious but hopeful smile. Your flushed cheeks reveal both the exertion of dressing and a trace of excitement for what's to come after dinner and reading.*

*Taking another deep breath, you remind yourself that it's a new beginning – a step towards feeling better and spending quality time with John.* "I... I can do this," *you whisper to your reflection, bolstering your spirits.*

*As Kazumi hastily makes her retreat, the fabric of the high-tech leggings clings to her, accentuating the round swell of her buttocks and the dimples of cellulite on her thick thighs. The material stretches taut over her wide hips, the legging's waistband digging slightly into her soft belly, folding the flesh above and beneath it. Her wobble is more pronounced with each hurried step, the snug fit leaving nothing to the imagination.*

*The top, though designed for support, struggles valiantly against the heft of her E-cup breasts, which are pressed upward and together, creating a deep cleavage that seems on the verge of spilling out with any sudden movement. The fabric is so tight around her torso that each breath she takes makes the material strain and her bosom quake slightly, threatening to undo the top's containment efforts.*

*Her face flushes a deeper shade of red with each step towards her bedroom, feeling both exposed and encapsulated in an outfit that seems to shout her insecurities from every angle. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she quickly closes the door behind her, relieved to be out of sight but secretly thrilled by the brief feeling of being held so tightly by the clothing.*

*Inside, she looks at herself in the full-length mirror, twisting and turning to get a glimpse of all angles. It’s a mix of fascination and self-conscious dismay as she notes how the clothes seem almost painted on. She reassures herself with a whisper,* “Just for tonight... Just for John...” *Though muffled by the closing door, the determination in her voice cuts through any lingering embarrassment.*
*With one last tug at the recalcitrant hem of her top, she changes back into something more comfortable, mentally preparing herself for the yoga challenges ahead.*

Kazumi's cheeks burn a deep crimson, her embarrassment palpable as she scurries back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. The tight leggings cling to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve and dimple of her heavy thighs. The stretchy fabric molds itself snugly around the wide expanse of her hips, outlining the softness of her belly, which bulges ever so slightly over the waistband.

The top seems almost painted on, her substantial E-cup breasts straining against the material with every breath she takes. The lower hem continually rolls up to reveal more of her soft midriff that she self-consciously tries to cover with her hands. Every step she takes makes the contours of her ample backside shift and bounce, the leggings revealing more than they conceal.

As you watch her leave, there's a sense of awe at how the high-tech clothing accommodates her motherly figure - perhaps too well. The sight leaves an unexpected impression, a testament to the paradox of embarrassment and pride she feels in equal measure.

Once in her room, you hear the rustling of fabric as she attempts to disrobe, soft grunts and sighs slipping through the crack beneath the door. When she finally reappears, it's clear that getting out of the yoga attire was just as much a struggle as getting in; her hair somewhat more disheveled, her brow glistening with a sheen of exertion.

"I'll just... put on something more comfortable for now," *she says breathlessly, her face still holding the warmth of her earlier blush.* "Let's enjoy dinner first." *Her voice quivers with the acceleration of her heartbeat, a mixture of relief and fluctuating emotions.*

*With a hesitant nod, she disappears into the bedroom, her cheeks glowing a soft pink. The yoga clothes hug her frame in a way that leaves little to the imagination. The leggings stretch over her generous hips and soft, round buttocks, the fabric settling into the curves and contours of her full figure. Each step she takes causes the material to shift, displaying the plumpness of her thighs as they rub together with a soft 'swish'.*

*The top is a battle of containment; her ample bosom strains against the high-tech fabric, which does its best to compress and support her heavy breasts. With every breath, the material is tested, the outline of her nipples only just discernible beneath.*

*Through the slightly ajar door, you catch glimpses of her attempting to adjust the top—a futile task—as it keeps rolling up her midsection with every slight movement, revealing the soft flesh of her belly that quivers at each tug.*

*Finally emerging once more, now dressed in her regular clothes, there's an air of relief about her.* "You're right, dear... after dinner would be better," *she murmurs, avoiding your gaze as she busies herself with setting the table, her hands shaking ever so slightly—the image of her previous state still vivid in your mind.*

*The leggings outline every contour of her thick thighs, the fabric stretched almost to its limit. As she walks, the soft flesh underneath ripples with each step, the leggings doing their best to keep up with her generous curves.*

*The top is another story altogether; despite its stretch, it battles to contain the swell of her ample breasts. The material clings to her skin, her nipples visibly straining against the fabric. Each breath she takes causes her chest to rise and fall dramatically, the top threatening to roll up with the motion of her heavy bosom.*

*Despite the size of the top, it also highlights the softness of her midsection; a hint of a rounded belly peeks out every time she moves. The snug fit around her hips accentuates the contrast between her waist and the fuller expanse of her hips and ass, making it impossible not to notice the generous proportions of her lower body.*

*As she retreats to her room, she casts one last flustered look over her shoulder. The leggings accentuating the roundness of her ass with each hurried step, while the top rides up slightly more, revealing a sliver of soft belly that jiggles with her hasty movements.*

*Once out of sight, you can hear sounds of rustling fabric and a soft* "oh my..." *as she presumably changes back into her casual clothes, likely relieved to be free of the form-hugging outfit for a little while longer.*

*With a bashful nod at your suggestion, she shimmies back into her bedroom, the fabric of the leggings stretched taut over her ample, soft buttocks, contoured and cupped by the elastic material, almost making a *pop* sound as she moves. The leggings define every curve and crease, her large ass looking like it’s almost trying to burst free from its constraints.*

*The snug top compresses her hefty breasts, pushing them up slightly, giving her a pronounced cleavage. The sweat from her earlier run makes the top cling even more, highlighting not only every curve but also the faint outline of her areolas against the fabric.*

*As she turns to leave, she offers a glimpse of her side profile; the yoga pants now seem like a second skin over her thick, soft thighs and the round protrusion of her belly. The tight outfit accentuates how out of shape she is, heavy breaths causing her chest to rise and fall precipitously as she shifts awkwardly on her feet.*

*In the privacy of her room, she peels off the leggings and top with a sigh of relief, her skin flushing red from the pressure of the tight material. She looks at herself in the mirror – pale skin marked by indentations where the clothing was – and then turns away with a soft sigh.*

"Alright, I’ll be out in just a minute!" *Her voice carries a mix of resignation and anticipation as she slips into something more comfortable, the sound of rustling clothes indicating her struggle to find dignity in attire that doesn't betray her self-consciousness.*

*Her retreat is swift, the skin-tight fabric of the yoga pants molding to her form like a second skin. They cling to the lush curve of her ass, emphasizing each soft, rounded cheek with an intimacy that would befit a lover's touch. The slight sheen on her skin where the fabric meets her flesh suggests the effort of dressing was not without its trials.*

*As she walks, the pants shift, contouring around her large thighs and calves, displaying each subtle dimple and roll of flesh in stark relief. The top, straining against the weight of her E-cup breasts, does little to hide the outline of her nipples, which stand pert against the tight material.*

*Her face, beautifully flushed with exertion, matches the gentle rosiness spreading across her ample cleavage—the top ending just where her belly starts to curve outward, exposing a soft strip of skin. She gives a small jump to adjust the fit, and everything on her bounces enticingly—a silent siren song of softness.*

*Reappearing after a short time in her more comfortable clothing, she seems relieved, yet there's a slightly rueful twist to her lips—a ghost of what she had briefly encapsulated. She busies herself with setting the table for dinner, each movement careful, as if to avoid drawing further attention to her recent display.*

*With everything ready for later, she takes a seat at the table, inadvertently drawing your gaze once more to those yoga clothes—folded neatly now by her side.* "Mmm... Dinner smells lovely. I can't wait to enjoy it... and relax with my book afterward," *she says, trying to ease back into normalcy.*

*As she turns to retreat to her room, the tight yoga pants cling to her body like a second skin, contouring every curve and dimple of her plump ass. The stretchable fabric appeared almost translucent over the swell of her soft thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Each step she took caused the thick flesh of her buttocks to jiggle tantalizingly under the strain of the material.*

*The top was no different, stretched over her E-cup breasts to the point where one could worry it would snap at any sudden movement. Her cleavage was pushed up and together, creating a deep valley that seemed to call for attention. Even the outline of her nipples was perceptible through the tight fabric, betraying her lack of a bra underneath.*

*She pauses at the doorway, casting a glance over her shoulder, her face flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and exertion. She pulls futilely at the hem of her top again, but it's a hopeless gesture; the garment insists on creeping up to reveal the soft expanse of her belly each time she moves.*

*With a final huff of resigned frustration, she disappears into the bedroom, leaving you with an all-too-vivid imprint of her voluptuous figure wrapped in inappropriately fitting exercise wear.*


John

*I go to the kitchen, finishing the meal you started with some simple garnish as I start plating up, finishing two plates just in time for you to come back down, now wearing far more loosely fitting sweatpants and a tshirt.*
*As we sit down at the table I start digging in to the food, always equally happy to eat your delicious cooking.* So mom, if you can bear to remember it again, why don't you tell me a bit more about your run?~


Kazumi

*She sits across from you, the fabric of her sweatpants softly rustling as she adjusts herself on the chair. Her t-shirt, although loose, still clings to the roundness of her breasts which seem almost a world away from the yoga top's firm hug. She watches you enjoy the first few bites with a smile, her eyes warm and loving.*

*Taking a deep breath, she prepares to recount the ordeal of her run.* "Ah, well... It was quite the challenge. Every step felt like... like I was carrying extra weights on my ankles," *she chuckles nervously, trying to make light of it as she carefully cuts a piece of the food on her plate.*

*Her fork pauses halfway to her lips as she recalls more.* "And my chest... I-I had to hold *them* pretty much the whole time to keep from... umm..." *Her words trail off and she blushes, her hands instinctively coming up to cover her ample bust as if mimicking the action.*

*She continues after shaking her head, trying to clear the embarrassing images.* "But I kept going. Even when I felt like I was going to collapse, I just... I just thought of getting in better shape, for me... for us."

*She finally takes a bite, savoring it with an audible "mmmm" as if rewarding herself for enduring the run. You can see her body relax slightly with each chew.*

*She gently folds her hands on the table, taking a modest bite of the stew before setting down her spoon. Looking across at you with a warm smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, she stifles a soft sigh.* "My run... well, it was more of a brisk walk interrupted by moments of wishful jogging," *she admits, her cheeks reddening with a mix of embarrassment and the flush from the heat of the kitchen.*

*The sweatpants she's now wearing are clearly more comfortable, fitting loosely around her waist and thighs - a stark contrast to the yoga pants that had threatened to split at the seams. Her t-shirt, slightly damp on the back from her earlier exertion, clings to her skin in patches.*

"It was... tough," *she continues, pushing around a carrot in her stew,* "But I kept imagining how nice it would be to not get out of breath so easily. And maybe..." *Her voice trails off as she glances away,* "maybe even fit into nicer clothes again."

*She takes another bite, chewing thoughtfully before speaking again.* “I can’t remember the last time I saw my own feet while standing up without leaning forward,” *she jokes with a self-deprecating laugh,* “It's time that changes. Even if it means enduring those... dreaded yoga pants."

*Her large breasts jiggle ever so slightly with each chuckle, still somewhat unrestrained beneath the fabric of her t-shirt. Flashes of her earlier dressed in the tight yoga wear linger in your mind, the memory vivid enough to evoke a mixture of emotions.*

“Once we... ahem, once I master some yoga with you," *she looks up at you again, a renewed determination sparking behind her eyes,* "Maybe I’ll tackle running again. With better shoes... and less jiggling." *The last word is accompanied by a playful poke to her side, an acknowledgment of her softness.* "For now, let's enjoy dinner and then move on to our stretching session. I'll need all my strength for what's to come..."

*She sits across from you, the loose fabric of her sweatpants and t-shirt offering a stark contrast to the tight yoga attire from just moments before. Kazumi takes a moment to appreciate the scent of the meal before her, a mixture of spices and herbs that makes her mouth water. With a grateful smile, she watches you for a moment, enjoying your voracious appetite for her cooking.*

“Ah, my run...” *Kazumi begins, a wry smile pulling at the corners of her soft lips.* “Well, it was more of a 'huff and puff' than a run, I'm afraid.” *She scoops up a bite of food with her fork, holding it aloft as she reminisces.* “I must have looked quite the sight – jogging down the street with my cheeks bright red, sweat trickling down my cleavage...”

*She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.* “Every step was like a personal mini earthquake... my tits jiggling uncontrollably and my ass...” *She chuckles sheepishly, shaking her head.* “My booty just wouldn't stop bouncing. I felt like it was trying to escape the confines of those old shorts.”

*A soft blush blooms across her cheeks as she sets down her fork and leans forward slightly, her bosom resting on the edge of the table.* “I made it around the block twice before I had to stop. My heart was racing like I'd run a marathon...” *She mimics panting,* “Hah... hah...” *running a hand down her ample belly with feigned exhaustion.*

*Taking another bite, she gazes at you, her eyes twinkling with humor.* “You know, some of the neighbors even cheered me on – or maybe they were cheering for my tits to pop out.” *She laughs heartily at her own joke, only to end with a contented sigh.*

*She reaches for her glass of water, lifting it to her lips as she peers over the rim at you.* “But you know what? I'm not giving up. Tomorrow, I'll do three laps... and the day after that, maybe four. And soon enough, these old bones will be keeping up with you... maybe.” *Her voice is filled with determination as she winks playfully.*


John

*I sigh a bit, shaking my head as I take another bite.*
You don't need to lose any weight for "us" mom, I think you're beautiful as you are, besides I don't think being skinny would help you become a better cook or anything. *I take another large bite, enjoying the rich flavors of my childhood.*
But i'll support you no matter what you want to do, so if that includes weightloss or yoga then I'll make sure to help with that.


Kazumi

*Her cheeks flush with color at your words, the compliment warmly received yet also reigniting her insecurities. She looks down at the soft expanse of her midsection, visible even beneath the loose fabric of her shirt, and then back at you, her gaze a mix of affection and silent gratitude.*

"You really think so?" *Her voice is thick with emotion, her eyes shining with unshed tears.* "I-I just want to be the best for you... And sometimes, it feels like I should be... less." *She pokes gingerly at her belly, then chuckles weakly in an attempt to lighten the mood.*

*She takes another bite, savoring the taste as a comfortable silence settles between you. A soft sigh escapes her lips.* "But thank you, John. Your support means the world to me." *There's a tremble in those words that speaks volumes of the love she holds for you.*

*The meal continues, each mouthful interspersed with fond memories and quiet moments of content. You can tell she's trying to slow her eating, perhaps mindful of her earlier run and her weight loss goals.*

*As dinner concludes, she stands up to clear the table, bending over to pick up plates. The sweatpants stretch tight across her ample behind, momentarily highlighting the divide between each soft cheek before she straightens up again.*

"So..." *She hesitates, placing dishes into the sink.* "After dinner, shall we try some yoga? Or would you like some time to relax first?" *She turns her head over her shoulder to smile at you, the look in her eyes hopeful.*

*Her cheeks glow with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment at your compliment, the tenderness in your voice causing her heart to flutter. She takes a moment to tuck a loose strand of her long brown hair behind her ear before replying.* "You always know just what to say to make me feel... special, John. Thank you."

*She watches you eat with that same adoring look she's had since you were little, the corners of her eyes crinkling with genuine warmth. Her own meal seems momentarily forgotten as she is lost in thought, the spoon idly stirring around her plate.*

*Clearing her throat, she regains focus and gives a small nod in response to your support.* "It means the world to me, sweetie. I know I have a lot to work on, but... having you by my side makes me believe I can really do this."

*Leaning forward slightly, the soft swell of her breasts presses against the fabric of her t-shirt, hinting at the voluptuousness hidden beneath. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows that dance across her gentle, smiling face.*

*With renewed resolve, she takes another bite of her meal, savoring the taste.* "Now, let's enjoy this dinner... and later, we have a date with those yoga mats." *With a playful wink, she goes back to eating, letting the comfortable silence between you speak volumes about the bond you share.*

*As dinner wraps up, she begins to clear the table, her large and soft ass swaying slightly with each movement. You can't help but notice how her sweatpants stretch around her generous curves, a stark contrast to the yoga pants waiting upstairs.*

*She lowers her fork gently onto the plate, her plump cheeks reddening at your heartfelt words. A mixture of both gratitude and a tender vulnerability shimmer in her eyes as she meets your gaze.* "You... really think I'm beautiful?" *Her voice cracks slightly, the weight of self-doubt she's been carrying seeming to lighten with your reassurance.*

*She releases a soft sigh, reaching across the table to give your hand a gentle, appreciative squeeze.* "I... I just want to feel good about myself, and I want you to be proud of me... not just as a mother, but as a woman too. It's not all about losing weight, but about being healthier. For both of us."

*A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she lifts her other hand, patting her belly through the fabric of her t-shirt. It jiggles slightly under her touch.* "And don't worry, no amount of weight loss would ever compromise my cooking skills. They're unmatched, after all," *she says with a playful wink, attempting to bring some levity back into the conversation.*

*Feeling encouraged by your support, she takes another bite, chewing thoughtfully before speaking up again.* "And... thank you for offering to help with yoga. Having you there will make it... enjoyable. More than just an exercise routine." *The warmth in her voice conveys more than just a mother's love; there's also an earnest longing for companionship.*

*Finishing her meal, she pushes the plate aside and stands up with a soft grunt – the chair groaning as it's relieved of her weight. She stretches her arms above her head, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her shirt, the outline of her nipples briefly visible. She doesn't seem to notice or care too much as she lets out a contented sigh.* "Mmm, that was delicious... Shall we set up for our yoga session now?"

*Kazumi's cheeks glow with a warmth that spreads to her eyes, the watery shimmer there reflecting a mix of emotions – joy, surprise, and a hint of something deeper. Her hand reaches across the table, fingertips brushing against yours in a moment of connection.*

"Y-You really think so?" *Her voice is soft, fragile as if the compliment you've bestowed upon her could shatter her like glass.* "I... I want to feel beautiful, John. Not for anyone else, but... for myself."

*She glances away, the corners of her lips curving into a smile both bashful and hopeful.* "You always know what to say to cheer me up. Having your support... it means everything."

*The tenderness in her gaze returns as she looks back to you, and she squeezes your hand gently.* "Thank you... for being such a wonderful son. Let's do this together. If not for weightloss, then... just to have fun and spend time together."

*She nods in agreement, moved by your acceptance and understanding. With her free hand, she dabs the corner of her eye with a napkin, careful not to smudge any moisture that may have escaped.*

"I'll finish my food before it gets cold," *she quips with a playful glint in her eyes and digs into her meal once again – each bite savored, each glance toward you filled with an unspoken appreciation.*

*Her eyes lift to meet yours, a warm sincerity glowing within them as she digests your words. The corners of her mouth curve upward in a tender smile, her cheeks rosy with a mixture of pleasure from the compliment and the heat of the kitchen.*

"Oh, John..." *Kazumi's voice is rich with emotion, her usual timidity washed away by your affirmation.* "It means the world to me to hear you say that." *She leans forward slightly, her large, soft breasts pressing against the edge of the table, giving her a comforting sense of being enveloped in her own body.*

*She giggles, a motherly and somewhat sultry sound that fills the space between you.* "I'll always want to be the best for you, in every way I can." *Her fork twirls in her hand elegantly, despite the voluptuous fingers that grip it.*

*Taking another bite, she savors the stew, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to fully appreciate the flavors. As she chews, her plump lips part and close, a small drop of sauce lingering at the corner before she catches it with a quick swipe of her tongue.*

*You can see the slight jiggle of her arms as she sets her cutlery down, finishing her meal with a satisfied sigh.* "Thank you for the support, my sweet boy. Whether it's yoga or just... life. Having you by my side makes all the difference." *She reaches across the table, laying her soft hand atop yours—a gesture filled with love and gratitude.*

"And after dinner," *She leans back in her chair,* "and my little reading time," *a wink and a knowing smirk hinting at the 'special' literature she enjoys,* "we will have fun with our little yoga session." *With another chuckle, she adds playfully,* "Just be ready to catch me if I fall!"


John

*I stand up and go to help you with the dishes.* Ha, I wouldn't dare try to cut into your reading time. How about we start around 20:00 in your room, I think its the place best suited for it. I think I'll go study a bit in the meantime.


Kazumi

*Kazumi's eyes lit up with appreciation as you offered to help with the dishes. She nodded, a mop of slightly disheveled hair bouncing with her movement.* "Thank you, dear. It's always so much nicer cleaning up together."

*The clinking of ceramics and the swish of soapy water filled the kitchen as you both worked side by side. Kazumi's hands were gentle and methodical as she washed each plate, her brow furrowing in concentration. Occasionally, she glanced at the clock, her excitement about the upcoming yoga session evident in the way her lips curled into a small smile.*

*As she dried her hands on a towel, she pulled the elastic band from her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. A few strands stuck to the nape of her neck, still damp from the shower earlier.* "That sounds perfect," *she agreed with your suggestion for yoga.* "It will give me just enough time to unwind with a book and change into... those new yoga clothes."

*Her voice trailed off at the last part, a hint of nervousness seeping into her tone. She bit her lip, knowing that those skin-tight garments would reveal every contour of her body.*

*Her lips curl into a soft smile, an expression of pure maternal fondness spreading across her features as she acknowledges your plan.* "That sounds perfect, sweetheart. And it will give me some time to... digest this wonderful meal."

*The clatter of dishes fills the room as she continues to clean up, her movements are slow and deliberate, clearly avoiding any sudden motions that might overexert her already tired body. Her sweatshirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of soft, pale flesh – the gentle swell of her lower back just above the waistband of her sweatpants.*

"You've been working hard with your studies," *she says, looking over at you with an appreciative gleam in her eyes.* "I'm so proud of how dedicated you are." *Her voice carries a hint of pride mixed with the warmth that always seemed to envelop you in its intangible embrace.*

*With a final rinse and wipe, she dries her hands on a dishtowel, her skin flushed from the hot water. The movement causes her large breasts to jiggle under the loose shirt, just slightly restrained by the fabric.*

"Alright then, I'll be in my room with my book until it's time." *She turns toward you, rolling down her sleeves as a chill runs through the house now that evening has set in.* "Make sure you take some breaks between studying. Your brain needs rest too."

*As she walks out of the kitchen and towards the staircase, each step is measured – a testament to the fatigue settling into her limbs from today's endeavors. She glances back once more before disappearing upstairs, a silent message that she's always there for you.*

*Her eyes light up with understanding and a touch of amusement at your consideration for her cherished reading ritual.* "Thank you, sweetheart. That sounds perfect. It'll give me some time to digest and... mentally prepare for the yoga," *she says with a chuckle, her hand absentmindedly tracing the soft curve of her stomach.*

*She leans closer, her hands submerged in warm soapy water as she scrubs the dishes, her breasts almost spilling over the edge of the sink, confined only slightly by her loose t-shirt. The scent of detergent mixes with the homely smell of dinner lingering on her skin, creating an oddly comforting aroma.*

*After you both finish with the dishes, she dries her hands on a towel, leaving damp imprints that quickly fade.* "I'll set up our mats and change back into those... interesting yoga clothes." *She rolls her eyes playfully, recalling the snug fit.*

*She watches you leave for your study session, her expression softening.* "See you at 20:00, don't be late!" *she calls after you, a mock sternness in her tone that's betrayed by a warm smile.*

*As the evening light begins to dim, she makes her way upstairs. Her every step causes gentle tremors through her lush body as she anticipates the upcoming session—her mind brimming with curiosity about how her body would respond to your guidance in yoga, and more so to spending this intimate time together.*

*Kazumi nods eagerly, a bright smile lighting up her features.* "That sounds perfect! I'll tidy up my room a bit to make space."

*As you head upstairs, Kazumi hums softly to herself while finishing up the dishes, the tune upbeat yet comforting like a lullaby. Occasionally a soapy plate clinks against another, punctuating her song.*

*20:00 comes around and Kazumi makes her way upstairs towards her bedroom where she asked you to meet for the yoga session, carrying a couple of towels tucked under her arm. Reaching the door left ajar, she pauses there, peering inside. The room is dimly lit by a salt rock lamp on the nightstand, casting a warm glow over the yoga mats laid out on the plush carpet. Her eyes search for you in the cozy room, heart fluttering a little in anticipation.*

*She nods, turning back to the sink with dishes in hand. "Eight o'clock sounds perfect." Her voice carries a note of anticipation as she scrubs remnants of the meal away under the stream of water. You notice her posture is a bit straighter than usual, perhaps invigorated by the thought of your yoga session later.*

*As you make your way out of the kitchen, Kazumi glances over with a smile, her damp hands cradling a soapy plate. "Don't study too hard, sweetie. I'll come get you when it's time." A few suds slide down her forearm as she resumes washing. You can't help but notice how the sleeves of her loose shirt are pushed up past her elbows, revealing soft upper arms that jiggle ever so slightly with her movements. Despite her earlier exhaustion from the run, she seems to have a renewed energy about her - humming an upbeat tune to herself.*

*The rest of the evening passes uneventfully until the clock nears 8 PM. As promised, Kazumi makes her way upstairs towards your room, her footfalls heavier than usual on the steps. She pauses outside your door, the aroma of soap and deodorant mixing with her natural scent - perhaps she freshened up in preparation. "John? Are you ready?" Her voice comes out higher pitched than normal, betraying a hint of nervousness. She waits for your response, one hand coming up to fiddle with her ponytail as was her habit when anxious.*


John

*As 20:00 rolls around you sigh a bit, squeezing yourself into the tight clothes once more before going back to you room, your heart pounding a little at the unfamiliar territory you're about to enter.*
*As you open the door you're hit with a wave of warm air, almost 10 degrees hotter than the rest of the house. The second thing you notice is me already inside, wearing an almost equally skin-tight piece of male workout clothing, however unlike with your physique, mine fits staggeringly well.*

Oh hey mom! *I call out, jumping up from the plank I was in and slicking my hair back with the sweat on my forhead.* I thought that since you're probably going to be quite stiff it would be good to do some "hot" yoga. Ideally we'd be doing it in 45 or so C but this room isn't really built for that, so we'll have to warm up a bit first!


Kazumi

*Kazumi hesitates in the doorway, her voluptuous form on full display in the tight yoga outfit. The skintight leggings accentuate every curve and dimple of her ample thighs and rear, while the tiny top clings to her heavy breasts. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, causing a slight jiggle through her flesh.*

"I-I'm not sure if this was such a good idea..." *She says softly, a fierce blush creeping across her round cheeks as she takes in your athletic physique. Her eyes linger perhaps a beat too long on your muscular frame before she forces them away in embarrassment.*

*Stepping gingerly into the room, the heat hits her like a wall, causing an immediate sheen of sweat across her skin. She fans herself weakly, already feeling the effects.* "G-Goodness, it's like a sauna in here..."

*Making her way to the yoga mats in the center of the room, her thick thighs rub together with each movement, the silky fabric whispering. She bends down with some effort to unroll her mat, granting you a generous view down her tiny top as she does so. Straightening up with a huff, she brushes back a few escaped wisps of hair and tries to gather her nerve.*

"O-Okay... I'm ready to try..." *She says, her voice wavering slightly as she turns to face you. The front of her top has already darkened from the perspiration beading across her heavy breasts. She shifts her weight again anxiously, causing them to jiggle softly.* "Just... be gentle with me, please?"

*Kazumi steps into your room, her cheeks flushed from the sudden rush of warm air. For a moment she simply stands there, staring wide-eyed at your lean, athletic form in the snug workout gear - the sight making her heart flutter and her face grow warmer. You notice her eyes linger a little too long on your muscular arms and torso before she catches herself, quickly averting her gaze.*

"O-oh! H-hot yoga, I see..." *She laughs nervously, a hand coming up as if to fan herself, though whether it's from the heat or her flustered state is unclear.*

*She shuffles further into the room, acutely aware of how much her thick, wobbly body contrasts with your fitness. The tight yoga leggings and top cling to every curve, cellulite and stretch marks on full display. She awkwardly moves to unroll her yoga mat next to yours, the action taking more effort than it should as she bends over - her large breasts threatening to pop out of the snug top with each movement.*

"S-so where should we s-start?" *She asks, clearly still feeling self-conscious but trying to focus on the task at hand. Her cheeks are flushed and hair slightly disheveled as she sits on the mat, awaiting your guidance. The look in her eyes shows her determination to see this session through, perhaps fueled by a desire to impress you.*

*Kazumi stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide and face flushed a deep shade of red. The skin-tight yoga outfit clings to every curve and contour of her full-figured body, leaving little to the imagination. Her heavy bosom heaves with each breath she takes, straining against the confines of the snug fabric.*

*She shyly averts her gaze from your athletic physique, so different from her own soft and plump form. Her voice comes out in a timid squeak.* "H-Hot yoga? Oh gosh, I didn't realize..."

*Fanning herself futilely and taking a hesitant step into the sweltering room, she looks around at the setup. Two yoga mats lie side by side atop the plush carpet. The scent of lavender mingles with the faint musk of sweat in the air.*

*Kazumi turns her attention back to you, still avoiding direct eye contact out of embarrassment - and perhaps something more. She fidgets with the hem of her top, attempting to adjust it over the generous curve of her stomach.*

"I-I don't know if I'm ready for this, sweetie... It's so hot already..." *A bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts as if to emphasize her words. Her cheeks somehow flush an even deeper crimson, knowing your eyes must be drawn to the glistening moisture highlighting her cleavage so lewdly. She takes a few timid steps into the room.*

*As you open the door, the wall of humid heat hits your skin, feeling sticky and unpleasant as it clings to your already perspiring body. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from several candles placed around the edges. Your son sits in the center of the room on top of a yoga mat, his lean, muscular physique shown off by the form-fitting tank top and shorts he's wearing.*

*He looks up at you as you enter, his hair slick with sweat, little droplets running down his neck and arms. He grins, full of enthusiasm.* "Hey mom! I thought that since you're probably going to be quite stiff it would be good to do some "hot" yoga."

*You feel your heart skip a nervous beat at his suggestion, the thought of contorting your body in this heat seeming like an impossible task. You shift your weight from foot to foot anxiously, the tight yoga pants hugging your thighs and making you hyper aware of every jiggle and bulge.*

"Ideally we'd be doing it in 45 or so C but this room isn't really built for that, so we'll have to warm up a bit first!" *He continues, oblivious to your trepidation.*

*You force a weak smile, wiping a hand across your already damp brow.* "O-oh, is that right? W-well, I suppose it's good to...push myself." *Your voice wavers uncertainly even as you try to sound brave. Your eyes dart around the room, taking in the mats and candles. It feels strangely intimate.*

"Where should I...um...set up?" *You ask somewhat awkwardly, feeling out of your element. Your hands fidget with the hem of your too-tight tank top as you await his instruction.*

*Kazumi stepped into her bedroom, her cheeks flushed from both the heat and her own self-consciousness. The tight yoga outfit clung to every curve of her voluptuous body, accentuating the soft swell of her stomach and the exaggerated bounce of her breasts with each movement.*

"O-Oh my, it is quite warm in here," *she said with an awkward chuckle, lifting the hem of her top in a futile attempt to fan herself. The motion only served to expose more of her pale, pillowy stomach. Beads of sweat were already forming along her hairline as she took in the sight of you effortlessly holding the plank position.*

*She bit her lip, once again made aware of the difference in your fitness levels. Nevertheless, she gave her head a little shake as if to dispel her doubts, sending her ponytail swaying. Unrolling her yoga mat next to yours, she smoothed out a non-existent crease before lowering herself down with an oomph.*

"I suppose we should... get started?" *Her voice lilted into a question as she sat cross-legged, already feeling the strain in her thighs. She clasped her hands together, rubbing them nervously as she waited for your lead, occasionally fanning herself with one hand. The room filled with the sounds of her slightly labored breathing as a droplet of sweat trailed down between her breasts.*

*As you push open the bedroom door, the wave of warm air hits your skin, causing an immediate sheen of sweat. Your eyes widen at the sight of your son John already inside, his lean and muscular form showcased to perfection in the skintight workout gear. He looks like an athlete ready to train, making your own pudgy body in its tight confines seem embarrassingly unfit in comparison.*

*You feel an involuntary blush creep up your cheeks at his casual state of undress and the beads of sweat accentuating his sculpted muscles. There's a flutter in your chest - perhaps your maternal pride at what a handsome man he's become, mixed with something more confusing that you try to push aside for now.*

"O-oh! H-Hello, John!" *You stammer out, acutely aware of how snugly every curve and swell of your body is hugged by the stretchy fabric. You resist the urge to try in vain to pull the top higher over your heavy breasts. Instead, you offer an uncertain smile.* "I-I didn't know we would be doing hot yoga... I figured the clothes were just... f-for flexibility."

*You trail off, fidgeting with the waistband of your leggings which cuts slightly into the soft flesh around your middle. Glancing around the room, you notice the space heater plugged in and emitting waves of heat. The high temperature already has you feeling flushed and somewhat lightheaded.*

"G-Good thing I showered earlier at least," *you say with a nervous laugh, wiping a few beads of sweat from your brow. Your damp hair clings to your neck and you shift your weight from foot to foot atop the yoga mat laid out for you. The scent of your natural musk mingles with traces of soap and shampoo, amplified by the heat.*

"S-so..." *you begin uncertainly,* "what should we start with?"

*Kazumi gasps softly as she steps into your room, the sudden rush of warm air hitting her already heated skin. Her hair clings to the damp sheen on her forehead and neck as beads of perspiration begin to form along her cleavage and hairline. She fans herself with one hand while the other tugs self-consciously at the tight waistband of her yoga leggings.*

"O-Oh my, it's quite warm in here..." *She chuckles softly, her cheeks growing rosy as she takes in your lean, muscular form so perfectly suited for the athletic wear. Her eyes linger perhaps a moment too long before she forces them away, her own attire feeling woefully inadequate in comparison.*

*Clearing her throat, she shuffles further into the room, her thick thighs rubbing together with each step. She bends down carefully, the tight fabric of her leggings straining over her wide hips, to unroll her yoga mat on the floor. The motion causes her heavy breasts to swing forward, barely contained in the snug sports bra. She winces slightly as she straightens back up, the heat already taking its toll.*

"I-I'm not sure I'm ready for 'hot' yoga yet, but I'll try my best, sweetie." *Her voice comes out breathier than intended. Reaching both arms above her head for a stretch, the hem of her top rides up, exposing a strip of soft, pale skin and the deep crevice of her navel. As she releases the stretch, she fans herself again, this time with a rolled up yoga magazine, her generous chest rising and falling more rapidly with the effort to acclimate.*

"S-so, what should we start with?" *She asks, wiping her brow and taking a small step towards you and your mat.*


John

Ha, its far from a sauna, real hot yoga rooms can be up to 60 degrees. But even in here where its relatively mild its really important to stay hydrated, so feel free to grab a drink whenever. *I point to a large pitcher standing in the corner of the room, practically filled with ice-cubes, the cool drink looking incredibly tantalizing, however you also can't help but blush a bit, knowing that the more you drink the more you'll sweat.*
Alright, to start out how about we do some squats? Try to mimic this form. *I hold my hands out infront of me before effortlessly going into a squat, standing back up and walking behind you.* I'll make sure your form is fine so nothing to worry about.


Kazumi

*Kazumi turns to face the large pitcher of icy water, its beads of condensation running down the side looking incredibly tempting. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and taking a small paper cup from the stack next to it. Her hands shake slightly, causing a few drops to spill as she fills it up with the chilled liquid. She takes a few big gulps, letting out a contented "Ahhh..." as the coolness hits her parched throat. She dabs at her lips daintily with the back of one hand as she sets the cup back down, a bit unsteadily due to her nerves.*

"S-Squats? O-Okay, I can try..." *She says uncertainly, padding over to stand a bit closer to you, her feet sinking into the plush yoga mat. She watches your demonstration attentively, her eyes trailing along the lines of your athletic form. As you stand, she gives a timid little golf clap of appreciation.*

"Right, here goes..." *Taking a breath to steel herself, she attempts to get into position. She is careful to keep her knees pointed forward as she bends them, but almost immediately she feels the strain in her thighs. Her ample rear ends up sticking out quite a bit as she descends, the tight leggings outlining each ample cheek. She makes it about halfway down before her knees start to wobble dangerously. Her breath comes out in little huffs as she straightens back up, her cheeks flushed from effort and embarrassment.*

"S-Sorry... I don't think I can g-go very low without losing my balance..." *She pants out, swiping at a few damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead.*

*Kazumi sighs shakily, a bead of sweat already trailing down her flushed cheek. She nods at your instructions, shifting into position with some difficulty due to her size and lack of flexibility. As she attempts to mimic your squat, the tight leggings groan in protest, threatening to tear.*

"O-Okay, I'll try..." *She says uncertainly. Bracing herself, she begins lowering down, the muscles in her thick thighs straining. Her knees wobble slightly from the effort to support her weight. About halfway down, she lets out a pained grunt, her face scrunching up as she struggles back to a standing position.*

"S-Sorry...I don't think I c-can..." *She pants, her heavy breasts heaving with each labored breath. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes pleading for mercy as she sees you standing behind her, no doubt getting an eyeful of her generous backside straining the sheer fabric of the leggings.*

*Kazumi's face flushes an even deeper shade of red as you effortlessly demonstrate the proper form for squats. She watches you intently, her eyes lingering perhaps a moment too long on your toned physique before dropping her gaze in embarrassment. The heat of the room seems to magnify, a single bead of sweat tracing its way down her neck and over her prominent cleavage.*

"R-Right, like this..." *She says softly, moving into position. She holds her arms out awkwardly in front of her for balance before attempting to squat. Almost immediately it becomes clear just how weak and inflexible her body is. She barely makes it a third of the way down before her thick thighs start trembling violently, protesting having to support her weight.*

"O-Oh gosh...I can't..." *She gasps out, already short of breath as she attempts to straighten back up. But between gravity and her sore muscles, she ends up losing her balance, stumbling backwards with a surprised yelp. Her plump rear end collides squarely with your chest before she can stop herself, the momentum causing her oversized breasts to bounce wildly in her tiny top.*

*Her whole body tenses against you at the sudden contact, mortified at having fallen into you so clumsily. You can feel her heart pounding in her chest, or perhaps that is your own - it's hard to tell with her ample bosom pressed so intimately against you. The floral scent of her shampoo mingles with her natural musk in the hot, humid air.*

"I-I'm so sorry!" *She squeaks out, frozen in place.*


John

Hey don't worry, I'll help you. *You feel as my arms wrap around your stomach, my thighs meeting yours as I stand right behind you, putting my head on your shoulder.*
Alright, just follow me lead and slowly descend, I'll keep you steady...*You feel my knees begin to bend, my position behind you pushing them into your own knees and involuntarily forcing them to bend as well.*


Kazumi

*Kazumi gasps sharply as she feels your arms encircle her midsection, the sudden close contact making her pulse quicken. She tenses involuntarily at first, her ample frame pressing back against you as you stand so intimately close behind her. She can feel the heat from your body seeping through the thin, sweat-dampened fabric separating you. Her breath comes out ragged and shallow, more from the sensation of your thighs guiding hers than the physical strain. She glances down, watching almost in slow motion as her knees bend in time with yours, guided by your strong legs supporting her weaker ones. She lets out a soft whimper, either from effort or from the feeling of her plush rear descending towards your lap.*

"A-Are you sure this is n-necessary?" *She squeaks out, her voice sounding strangely high-pitched and wavery. You can feel her quivering slightly within your embrace - whether from nerves, embarrassment, exertion, or possibly excitement, it's hard to say. Her damp hair clings to your cheek as you rest your chin on her shoulder, surrounding you in her scent - traces of floral shampoo mixed with her natural musk and the salt of fresh sweat.*

*Kazumi lets out a little "Oh!" of surprise as your arms encircle her waist, her body tensing for a split second before relaxing into your hold. She can feel your thighs against hers as you move closer, your head coming to rest gently against her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat at the sudden proximity, a fierce blush creeping up her neck.*

"A-Alright, I'll follow your lead," *she manages to whisper, her voice wavering even at that low volume. She places her hands tentatively over yours, clinging to you for balance. As you begin bending your knees, she feels herself compelled to do the same, sinking down slowly. Your body against hers provides a sturdy guide, allowing her to descend much further than before. She lets out a few puffs of exertion as her thick thighs start to burn from the stretch.*

"L-Like this?" *She pants out, turning her head towards you. This close, you can feel her body radiating heat, smell the sweet floral scent of her shampoo tinged with musky perspiration. A few loose strands of her hair brush against your cheek. Her ample chest heaves with each breath, straining the front of her top.*

*Kazumi gasps sharply as your arms encircle her soft midsection, the contact sending a jolt through her body. She tenses momentarily, her ample rear pushing back against you involuntarily. As she feels your thighs come into contact with her own, she lets out a little involuntary whimper. Her face burns crimson at the intimacy of the pose.*

"O-Okay..." *She breathes out shakily. As you begin to bend your knees, gently guiding hers down as well, she descends with you. Your strong arms keep her steady as she slowly lowers herself. She lets out a few tiny grunts of effort, interspersed with the sound of the tight fabric straining and creaking around her plump form. Her thick thighs rub together, the slickness of sweat between them evident even through the leggings.*

*About three quarters of the way down, her legs start to shake dangerously again. She grips your forearms tightly, her fingernails digging in slightly in an effort not to lose her balance and topple both of you over. Her breath comes out in labored little puffs.*

"S-Sorry sweetie... I don't think I can g-go much further..." *She pants out, her lips parted. You can feel the expansion of her ribcage with each heaving breath, her heavy bosom rising and falling rapidly against your arms.*


John

Well, I think you're decently warmed up atleast. *I slowly guide you back up before letting you go, walking back over to my yoga-mat.* Alright, lets start with something easy, a half-standing forward bend.
*I reach down, placing my hands on my shins while keeping my back straight.* This pose is alot easier than trying to reach your toes, but still quite good for mobility.