Smalls Family Workout (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Almost acting out a scene in an old cartoon show, your legs frantically scrambled on the rapidly spinning treadmill, until you finally lost your balance. With a strangled yelp, you slipped face first onto the treads, and were almost instantly rocketed backwards at unbelievable speeds. Your body flew through the air across the shed, until finally coming to a stop by impacting against a wide yoga mat hanging up on the opposite wall.
The impact was immense, and your squishy body flattened out in the blink of an eye. You’d hit it from behind, so your back crumpled into a lump, leaving your face visible and looking out. Your malleable form, having hit the soft yoga mat with the impact of a bullet, nearly glued itself to the mat instantaneously, and as soon as your rattled brain calmed down, you began focusing on reforming. At this point, you were merely embarrassed you’d bumbled into such a silly accident, though you did notice with some alarm that the yoga mat was tan, as apparently nearly everything was that the Smalls women owned.
As you were reforming, your vantage point allowed you to look across the entire shed. Maddie was balancing delicately on her yoga ball, apparently stretching out her back. Kimberly was pedaling away at a brisk but pleasant pace on the exercise bike. Neither giantess had so much as noticed or heard your little accident on the treadmill. Much to your dismay, you also noticed the treadmill slowly powering down. Apparently, a built-in power-saving feature shut it down after a minute of not detecting any use. There went that possible avenue for someone to notice your accident.
Some minutes passed, and you expected to pop free from the yoga mat you’d slapped into and fall to the floor any second. After all, the mat was hanging sideways on the wall, so there wasn’t even any pressure on you. However, you underestimated just how forcefully you’d been thrown into the mat by the treadmill, not to mention the soft fabric of the mat combined with your own sheen of sweat. You hadn’t just been crushed by the pressure, but also a bit of sticky sweat was holding you in place.
Still, you held onto hope that you’d reform soon, and stop being just comically squashed sticker on the yoga mat. Or at least, you held onto that hope all the way up until Kimberly slowed her pace on the exercise bike and hopped off. The matriarch of the Smalls family took a big swig of her water bottle, and then sauntered over to the wall, a happy smile on her face. Your blood ran cold as she drew nearer and nearer.
You tried to scream out to her, but even your mouth was still a bit mangled and incapable of speech. You could do nothing but look up at Kimberly’s towering frame with fear in your eyes as she approached the wall and grabbed the yoga mat you were stuck to. Dragging the mat out into the center of the shed, she laid it flat and stood beside it. Daintily, she brushed her foot across the mat to straighten it, dragging her damp sock across your face.
Right before she stepped onto the mat, her eyes locked with your own. Your heart leaped for joy, as you knew she’d noticed you, despite your flattened body semi-blending in with the tan color of the mat. Finally, you could stop trying to telepathically scream up at her to spot you. However, you didn’t expect her to scrunch up her brows in confusion, then look between you and the empty treadmill. And you CERTAINLY, didn’t expect a slightly satisfied smirk to cross her face.
Your heart dropped right as Kimberly looked away from you and stepped up onto the mat, the sole of her left foot slamming down onto your body. Your body cried out in pain as the full weight of your future mother-in-law bore down on you, the pressure easily pressing you down even further into the soft yoga mat. Your mind was reeling, as you could’ve sworn she’d recognized you, though it was always a possibility she had confused you for a simple sticker or design. She wouldn’t knowingly torture you like this, right?
Regardless, coherent thought went out the window as Kimberly began stretching her body into various yoga poses. Everytime she shifted her position, her foot would drag across the mat and grind your body into the fabric of the yoga mat. Sweat, alongside pieces of dirt rubbed off of her sock and onto your face, and every twist of her foot harshly mangled and smeared your face. With futile effort, you tried to wiggle and alert her to your presence, but you couldn’t manage even a measly twitch.
This continued for ten minutes, and when Kimberly finally dragged her dank foot off of you, you were much less recognizable. Your gummy-like body had been thoroughly mashed into the yoga mat to the point where you were much flatter than point, and your human features had been even more smeared away. You could only look up at Kimberly with one eye that was un-smudged, and beg the literal goddess that she was to look down and notice you. The more pressure you endured, the harder it would be to spot you on the tan mat.
Once more, you vaguely thought you saw a smirk on Kimberly’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a massive black globe. That globe was, of course, Kimberly’s monumental ass, clad in skintight black leggings, and rapidly descending towards you. All you could do was let out a meek whimper as the bodacious bubble butt fell like a meteor onto the yoga mat, enveloping you beneath it and becoming your entire world.
Kimberly’s cheeks audibly clapped against the yoga mat, earning a quick smile from Maddie before the younger girl turned back to her own squats. Kimberly let her copious butt flesh settle and stop jiggling against the mat, then took a second to wiggle in place a bit, before resuming her leg stretches. That smile was still on her face, even though the swamp of sweat between her butt and the mat was getting a bit uncomfortable.
The ass to end all asses utterly dominated you, and nearly knocked you unconscious from the impact alone. Your mashed body was perfectly hidden beneath just her right cheek on its own, and the utter weight and pressure was unbearable. Buckets of sweat dripped from Kimberly onto your body, and you felt your squishy form glue itself more and more to the yoga mat as each second passed. Kimberly shifting around to get comfortable was no better, her thick cheeks grinding you almost to dust beneath them as she wiggled against the mat.
The impact was immense, and your squishy body flattened out in the blink of an eye. You’d hit it from behind, so your back crumpled into a lump, leaving your face visible and looking out. Your malleable form, having hit the soft yoga mat with the impact of a bullet, nearly glued itself to the mat instantaneously, and as soon as your rattled brain calmed down, you began focusing on reforming. At this point, you were merely embarrassed you’d bumbled into such a silly accident, though you did notice with some alarm that the yoga mat was tan, as apparently nearly everything was that the Smalls women owned.
As you were reforming, your vantage point allowed you to look across the entire shed. Maddie was balancing delicately on her yoga ball, apparently stretching out her back. Kimberly was pedaling away at a brisk but pleasant pace on the exercise bike. Neither giantess had so much as noticed or heard your little accident on the treadmill. Much to your dismay, you also noticed the treadmill slowly powering down. Apparently, a built-in power-saving feature shut it down after a minute of not detecting any use. There went that possible avenue for someone to notice your accident.
Some minutes passed, and you expected to pop free from the yoga mat you’d slapped into and fall to the floor any second. After all, the mat was hanging sideways on the wall, so there wasn’t even any pressure on you. However, you underestimated just how forcefully you’d been thrown into the mat by the treadmill, not to mention the soft fabric of the mat combined with your own sheen of sweat. You hadn’t just been crushed by the pressure, but also a bit of sticky sweat was holding you in place.
Still, you held onto hope that you’d reform soon, and stop being just comically squashed sticker on the yoga mat. Or at least, you held onto that hope all the way up until Kimberly slowed her pace on the exercise bike and hopped off. The matriarch of the Smalls family took a big swig of her water bottle, and then sauntered over to the wall, a happy smile on her face. Your blood ran cold as she drew nearer and nearer.
You tried to scream out to her, but even your mouth was still a bit mangled and incapable of speech. You could do nothing but look up at Kimberly’s towering frame with fear in your eyes as she approached the wall and grabbed the yoga mat you were stuck to. Dragging the mat out into the center of the shed, she laid it flat and stood beside it. Daintily, she brushed her foot across the mat to straighten it, dragging her damp sock across your face.
Right before she stepped onto the mat, her eyes locked with your own. Your heart leaped for joy, as you knew she’d noticed you, despite your flattened body semi-blending in with the tan color of the mat. Finally, you could stop trying to telepathically scream up at her to spot you. However, you didn’t expect her to scrunch up her brows in confusion, then look between you and the empty treadmill. And you CERTAINLY, didn’t expect a slightly satisfied smirk to cross her face.
Your heart dropped right as Kimberly looked away from you and stepped up onto the mat, the sole of her left foot slamming down onto your body. Your body cried out in pain as the full weight of your future mother-in-law bore down on you, the pressure easily pressing you down even further into the soft yoga mat. Your mind was reeling, as you could’ve sworn she’d recognized you, though it was always a possibility she had confused you for a simple sticker or design. She wouldn’t knowingly torture you like this, right?
Regardless, coherent thought went out the window as Kimberly began stretching her body into various yoga poses. Everytime she shifted her position, her foot would drag across the mat and grind your body into the fabric of the yoga mat. Sweat, alongside pieces of dirt rubbed off of her sock and onto your face, and every twist of her foot harshly mangled and smeared your face. With futile effort, you tried to wiggle and alert her to your presence, but you couldn’t manage even a measly twitch.
This continued for ten minutes, and when Kimberly finally dragged her dank foot off of you, you were much less recognizable. Your gummy-like body had been thoroughly mashed into the yoga mat to the point where you were much flatter than point, and your human features had been even more smeared away. You could only look up at Kimberly with one eye that was un-smudged, and beg the literal goddess that she was to look down and notice you. The more pressure you endured, the harder it would be to spot you on the tan mat.
Once more, you vaguely thought you saw a smirk on Kimberly’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a massive black globe. That globe was, of course, Kimberly’s monumental ass, clad in skintight black leggings, and rapidly descending towards you. All you could do was let out a meek whimper as the bodacious bubble butt fell like a meteor onto the yoga mat, enveloping you beneath it and becoming your entire world.
Kimberly’s cheeks audibly clapped against the yoga mat, earning a quick smile from Maddie before the younger girl turned back to her own squats. Kimberly let her copious butt flesh settle and stop jiggling against the mat, then took a second to wiggle in place a bit, before resuming her leg stretches. That smile was still on her face, even though the swamp of sweat between her butt and the mat was getting a bit uncomfortable.
The ass to end all asses utterly dominated you, and nearly knocked you unconscious from the impact alone. Your mashed body was perfectly hidden beneath just her right cheek on its own, and the utter weight and pressure was unbearable. Buckets of sweat dripped from Kimberly onto your body, and you felt your squishy form glue itself more and more to the yoga mat as each second passed. Kimberly shifting around to get comfortable was no better, her thick cheeks grinding you almost to dust beneath them as she wiggled against the mat.
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