Yoga Class
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“Well…” You began. “I guess a good enough place to start is one of the first times that I went with my mom to Jolene’s gym.” You took a second to clear your throat before jumping into it.
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It was the third time you’d been forced to tag along with your mother to Jolene’s gym. It wasn’t exactly like you hated the gym for any particular reason, it was just a lot more frantic than staying nice and quiet at home. Getting out of the house and exploring the outside world was still a novel concept, but one thing kept running your fun. At home, only your mother posed a consistent threat to your safety. Out and about…hundreds of women seemed fated to crush and squash you.
Point in fact, you’d just leapt to the side to avoid a teenaged girl squashing you flat under her sneaker as she walked past. Too absorbed with talking to her friend, she hadn’t so much as glanced down at you as she and her friend walked by. Thankfully, you’d reacted fast enough to jump aside, but this was the fourth time you’d done that in the past twenty minutes.
Picking yourself off of the ground and dusting yourself off, you glanced towards the back corner of the gym, where a door was slightly ajar. Inside that room, you knew that your mother, Jolene, and about ten other giantesses were just about to start their bi-weekly yoga class. It was the yoga class that your mother loved to attend, but she forced you to stay out in the rest of the gym while the class was going on. She said it was to keep you safe, but you weren’t sure how trying to fend for yourself all alone was safer than being near her.
By this point in your life, you were still only about seven or so inches tall, thus even harder to spot than you would eventually be after you grew to one foot tall. You couldn’t exactly blame all of the girls walking around from almost stepping on you, but it was getting annoying.
You’d tried to walk a bit on the treadmill, and it had taken you five minutes to climb up the slick control console, turn the machine on, and set it to the lowest speed. Then, right as you’d started walking, a college girl strolled by, thought the machine was vacant, and hoped on, nearly pulverizing you beneath her cleats. After that, you’d walked to the aerobic section of the gym, only for a woman using an exercise ball to roll the ball over you, burying you under it. It had taken her fifteen minutes to finally roll the ball into a different position, allowing you to get free and escape.
You were about ready to pull your hair out because of your frustration, until one of the large TVs hanging from the ceiling grabbed your attention. Surprisingly, it was an ad for the new video game series you’d heard so much about, and had practically begged your mom to buy for you. Instantly, you were enraptured by the advertisement, and stopped in your tracks to stare at the screen. In hindsight, it was utterly stupid to stop in the middle of the walkway between the exercise machines.
Distracted, you didn’t hear a thing as a woman bustled through the front door of the gym. Hair a bit frazzeled, glasses slipping off her face, and panting a bit, the woman ran straight through the gym, from the front door to the back. She carried a duffel bag with her, and kept her eyes glued firmly on the door to the yoga class, her gaze not wavering in the slightest. She didn’t take the slightest notice of the tiny, doll-sized boy directly in her path.
As soon as the ad ended, you snapped your attention back to reality, and lazily turned around. The exact second that you did, you saw a brief glimpse of the rushing woman’s sneaker sole before it slammed down onto your head, crushing you as flat as a pancake in the blink of an eye. Your body crumpled and compressed under her shoe, and as she lifted her foot up to take another step, you felt your squishy body stick to her shoe and go with it.
The woman, of course, didn’t feel, hear, or notice a thing, and kept sprinting towards the yoga class. As she ran, her feet pounded and scraped along the carpeted floor of the gym, and you soon felt your clothes (a simple t-shirt and shorts) rip into shreds and tear off your body. You blushed furiously out of humiliation, and now found yourself naked and plastered to this stranger’s sneaker.
Finally, the woman reached the door, and she took a moment to comb her hair with her fingers and take a deep breath before entering. Slipping into the room, the woman spotted an empty place for her to join the other gathered attendees. Judging by Jolene rolling out her mat at the front of the room, the woman had made it just in time before the class started. Smiling at her fortunate timing, the woman crept over to the empty spot near the back of the room and set down her duffel bag.
As she did so, the woman to her right looked at her and smiled. That woman, as fate was wont to do, happened to be your mom. “Made it just in time, huh?” Your mom jokingly said, smiling warmly.
The woman giggled as she unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out a medium-sized, soft tan yoga mat. “I’m so clueless sometimes, I always forget what I’m doing. Totally lost track of time.” The woman laid out her mat, then used the foot you were stuck to to straighten and completely roll out the mat.
Miraculously, as the woman adjusted the mat with her foot, you found yourself pulling free from her foot. Perhaps it was due to the soft fabric of the mat clinging to your naked body, or perhaps it was something else. Regardless, a moment later and your entire body slipped from the woman’s sneaker and onto her mat. You were a crumpled, flat blob, but at least your face was still visible, and facing up towards the ceiling.
This allowed you to get a good look at the woman who’d unknowingly dragged you into this yoga class. She looked to be about 5’8” or so, and had short dirty-blonde hair that framed a cute face. She was just in the process of taking off her glasses and putting them away, revealing her dark-brown eyes. At a guess, you placed her to be in her thirties, maybe forty at most. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, and on nearly full display.
For some unfathomable reason, the woman’s choice of clothing (a black sports bra and matching black compression shorts) were visibly a size or two too small. They clung to her like a ludicrously immodest second skin. She was already a pretty curvaceous woman, similar in size to your mother, though she had a little bit more weight in her stomach, thighs, and rear. Her sizable derriere and massive mammaries strained the fibers of her bra and shorts, and the rest of her body glistened with a light layer of sweat.
The woman looked at your mom. “My name is Erin, by the way. And thanks for not pointing out my clothes.” The woman, Erin, blushed lightly, and gestured to her skintight attire. “In my rush, I accidentally put on my daughter’s exercise clothes. To be honest, they’re pretty comfy despite how tight they are, but I know they make me…stand out, a bit.”
Your mom laughed lightly, looking Erin directly in the face. “Oh, you look gorgeous. Doesn’t matter how you dress. I’ve done silly things like that in the past. It’s alright to be a little clueless from time to time!” Your mom and Erin shared a laugh. Down on the floor, you begged your mother to glance down and notice you, but she was fully looking at Erin, which to be fair, was what a polite conversationalist would do.
Erin tugged at her sneakers, pulling them off. “Well, looks like we’re about to get started. Mind helping me out if I get lost. It’s hard for me to see in the back of the room like this, without my glasses. I’m as blind as a bat without them, up close or far away!” Erin giggled again, and you got the impression that, despite her age and apparent motherhood, she was still a child at heart.
Your mother nodded compassionately, and gave Erin a thumbs up. At that moment, Jolene used a finger in her mouth to whistle and draw everyone’s attention to her. Your mom snapped right up to Jolene, and you knew that it’d take a miracle for her to notice you now that she’d entered an exercise mindset. Similarly, Erin finished taking off her shoes and stepped onto her mat, eager to begin.
Though you’d been trying to reform, it was to no avail. You were helpless as Erin stepped onto the mat, her feet (covered in slightly dirty pink socks) smashed down onto the mat. The heel of her right foot pinned your lower body painfully, and the toes of her left foot dug into your face, mashing your eyes and mouth. Already, a pungent odor was building up, and the class hadn’t even begun yet. You could only send up a silent plea to the heavens for some miracle to save you before this got any worse.
Muffled but just barely audible, you heard Jolene cry out from the front of the room. “Alright ladies! Let’s start! Who’s ready to stretch and sweat like no tomorrow?”
A chorus of laughter and exclamations echoed Jolene, including one from Erin and your mother. You internally groaned, fearing for the worst. This day was probably going to get much, much worse before it got any better. IF it got any better.
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES...)
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
It was the third time you’d been forced to tag along with your mother to Jolene’s gym. It wasn’t exactly like you hated the gym for any particular reason, it was just a lot more frantic than staying nice and quiet at home. Getting out of the house and exploring the outside world was still a novel concept, but one thing kept running your fun. At home, only your mother posed a consistent threat to your safety. Out and about…hundreds of women seemed fated to crush and squash you.
Point in fact, you’d just leapt to the side to avoid a teenaged girl squashing you flat under her sneaker as she walked past. Too absorbed with talking to her friend, she hadn’t so much as glanced down at you as she and her friend walked by. Thankfully, you’d reacted fast enough to jump aside, but this was the fourth time you’d done that in the past twenty minutes.
Picking yourself off of the ground and dusting yourself off, you glanced towards the back corner of the gym, where a door was slightly ajar. Inside that room, you knew that your mother, Jolene, and about ten other giantesses were just about to start their bi-weekly yoga class. It was the yoga class that your mother loved to attend, but she forced you to stay out in the rest of the gym while the class was going on. She said it was to keep you safe, but you weren’t sure how trying to fend for yourself all alone was safer than being near her.
By this point in your life, you were still only about seven or so inches tall, thus even harder to spot than you would eventually be after you grew to one foot tall. You couldn’t exactly blame all of the girls walking around from almost stepping on you, but it was getting annoying.
You’d tried to walk a bit on the treadmill, and it had taken you five minutes to climb up the slick control console, turn the machine on, and set it to the lowest speed. Then, right as you’d started walking, a college girl strolled by, thought the machine was vacant, and hoped on, nearly pulverizing you beneath her cleats. After that, you’d walked to the aerobic section of the gym, only for a woman using an exercise ball to roll the ball over you, burying you under it. It had taken her fifteen minutes to finally roll the ball into a different position, allowing you to get free and escape.
You were about ready to pull your hair out because of your frustration, until one of the large TVs hanging from the ceiling grabbed your attention. Surprisingly, it was an ad for the new video game series you’d heard so much about, and had practically begged your mom to buy for you. Instantly, you were enraptured by the advertisement, and stopped in your tracks to stare at the screen. In hindsight, it was utterly stupid to stop in the middle of the walkway between the exercise machines.
Distracted, you didn’t hear a thing as a woman bustled through the front door of the gym. Hair a bit frazzeled, glasses slipping off her face, and panting a bit, the woman ran straight through the gym, from the front door to the back. She carried a duffel bag with her, and kept her eyes glued firmly on the door to the yoga class, her gaze not wavering in the slightest. She didn’t take the slightest notice of the tiny, doll-sized boy directly in her path.
As soon as the ad ended, you snapped your attention back to reality, and lazily turned around. The exact second that you did, you saw a brief glimpse of the rushing woman’s sneaker sole before it slammed down onto your head, crushing you as flat as a pancake in the blink of an eye. Your body crumpled and compressed under her shoe, and as she lifted her foot up to take another step, you felt your squishy body stick to her shoe and go with it.
The woman, of course, didn’t feel, hear, or notice a thing, and kept sprinting towards the yoga class. As she ran, her feet pounded and scraped along the carpeted floor of the gym, and you soon felt your clothes (a simple t-shirt and shorts) rip into shreds and tear off your body. You blushed furiously out of humiliation, and now found yourself naked and plastered to this stranger’s sneaker.
Finally, the woman reached the door, and she took a moment to comb her hair with her fingers and take a deep breath before entering. Slipping into the room, the woman spotted an empty place for her to join the other gathered attendees. Judging by Jolene rolling out her mat at the front of the room, the woman had made it just in time before the class started. Smiling at her fortunate timing, the woman crept over to the empty spot near the back of the room and set down her duffel bag.
As she did so, the woman to her right looked at her and smiled. That woman, as fate was wont to do, happened to be your mom. “Made it just in time, huh?” Your mom jokingly said, smiling warmly.
The woman giggled as she unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out a medium-sized, soft tan yoga mat. “I’m so clueless sometimes, I always forget what I’m doing. Totally lost track of time.” The woman laid out her mat, then used the foot you were stuck to to straighten and completely roll out the mat.
Miraculously, as the woman adjusted the mat with her foot, you found yourself pulling free from her foot. Perhaps it was due to the soft fabric of the mat clinging to your naked body, or perhaps it was something else. Regardless, a moment later and your entire body slipped from the woman’s sneaker and onto her mat. You were a crumpled, flat blob, but at least your face was still visible, and facing up towards the ceiling.
This allowed you to get a good look at the woman who’d unknowingly dragged you into this yoga class. She looked to be about 5’8” or so, and had short dirty-blonde hair that framed a cute face. She was just in the process of taking off her glasses and putting them away, revealing her dark-brown eyes. At a guess, you placed her to be in her thirties, maybe forty at most. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, and on nearly full display.
For some unfathomable reason, the woman’s choice of clothing (a black sports bra and matching black compression shorts) were visibly a size or two too small. They clung to her like a ludicrously immodest second skin. She was already a pretty curvaceous woman, similar in size to your mother, though she had a little bit more weight in her stomach, thighs, and rear. Her sizable derriere and massive mammaries strained the fibers of her bra and shorts, and the rest of her body glistened with a light layer of sweat.
The woman looked at your mom. “My name is Erin, by the way. And thanks for not pointing out my clothes.” The woman, Erin, blushed lightly, and gestured to her skintight attire. “In my rush, I accidentally put on my daughter’s exercise clothes. To be honest, they’re pretty comfy despite how tight they are, but I know they make me…stand out, a bit.”
Your mom laughed lightly, looking Erin directly in the face. “Oh, you look gorgeous. Doesn’t matter how you dress. I’ve done silly things like that in the past. It’s alright to be a little clueless from time to time!” Your mom and Erin shared a laugh. Down on the floor, you begged your mother to glance down and notice you, but she was fully looking at Erin, which to be fair, was what a polite conversationalist would do.
Erin tugged at her sneakers, pulling them off. “Well, looks like we’re about to get started. Mind helping me out if I get lost. It’s hard for me to see in the back of the room like this, without my glasses. I’m as blind as a bat without them, up close or far away!” Erin giggled again, and you got the impression that, despite her age and apparent motherhood, she was still a child at heart.
Your mother nodded compassionately, and gave Erin a thumbs up. At that moment, Jolene used a finger in her mouth to whistle and draw everyone’s attention to her. Your mom snapped right up to Jolene, and you knew that it’d take a miracle for her to notice you now that she’d entered an exercise mindset. Similarly, Erin finished taking off her shoes and stepped onto her mat, eager to begin.
Though you’d been trying to reform, it was to no avail. You were helpless as Erin stepped onto the mat, her feet (covered in slightly dirty pink socks) smashed down onto the mat. The heel of her right foot pinned your lower body painfully, and the toes of her left foot dug into your face, mashing your eyes and mouth. Already, a pungent odor was building up, and the class hadn’t even begun yet. You could only send up a silent plea to the heavens for some miracle to save you before this got any worse.
Muffled but just barely audible, you heard Jolene cry out from the front of the room. “Alright ladies! Let’s start! Who’s ready to stretch and sweat like no tomorrow?”
A chorus of laughter and exclamations echoed Jolene, including one from Erin and your mother. You internally groaned, fearing for the worst. This day was probably going to get much, much worse before it got any better. IF it got any better.
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES...)
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