Nearby, Ubel wipes a stray lock of hair from her face, her expression one of satisfaction as she basks in the post-training glow.
She settles onto the bench with a heavy thud, unaware that a tiny Weiss is trapped directly beneath the damp, suffocating heat of her bare, sweaty womanhood, struggling to breathe under the crushing pressure of her nether region.
As Ubel lifts a towel to wipe the sweat off her arms, a minuscule Blake is pressed deep into the dark, pungent hollow of her armpit, struggling against the cling of sweat.
Lastly, tucked between her damp toes, a tiny Jaune finds himself wading through a deluge of salty sweat, the liquid pooling around him like a rising tide that threatens to drown him in between her massive digits….