Property of Erin (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Before your mom could open her mouth, Jolene innocently cut her off. “Say, Dani, that was some impressive work you put in today. Great moves!”
Your mom froze, torn between looking down at her abused son and her good friend who was complimenting her. Finally, she looked up at Jolene. “Oh, uh…thanks! It can be pretty tiring, but it also feels good to move around!”
Jolene nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Say, that reminds me. Kelly wanted to have an exercise competition for this coming weekend. Want to train with me and see if we can’t beat her this time?”
Your mom’s eyes lit up with excitement, and a huge smile spread on her face. From way down on the ground, glued to the fabric of the yoga mat and squished beyond belief, you could just barely make out your mother’s expression, and knew in that moment that you’d lost her. She was totally absorbed in talking to Jolene now.
“Oh, I’d love that!” Dani gushed. “Your daughter is a monster when it comes to sports and working-out, but maybe we can have a little training montage of our own and beat her this time!” Your mom giggled. “What time were you thinking of wanting to practice?”
Jolene shrugged. “I mean, we could start now. It’s just the two of us, I don’t have anymore classes today. Then, we could meet at my house later to–”
As the two women delved deep into their conversation, Erin knew it was a bit awkward to keep standing around. So, she simply bent down and rolled her yoga mat up. You squirmed and wiggled imperceptible, and internally screamed at her to notice you, but it was all useless. Your vision was consumed by darkness as she rolled the mat up over you, pressing you in tight and hiding you thoroughly from view.
Erin then slipped the mat into her duffel bag, slid her sneakers back on, and put her glasses back on. Giving Jolene a little wave, she walked casually out of the room. Your mom was too engaged with Jolene that she didn’t even notice Erin leave.
It was a quick walk out of the gym and to Erin’s car, and then a twenty-minute drive back to Erin’s house. Still, it nearly felt like an hour trapped in the total blackness of her duffel bag. There was nothing but the stench and feeling of the sweaty mat pressing against you from all sides. You tried to reform a bit, but it was useless due to how tightly Erin had wound up her mat and stuffed it into her bag.
Once at home, you continued to feel the shaking and stirring of the bag as Erin walked, and you were lightly jostled around. Finally, your whole world shook once, roughly, then came to a complete, eerily silent standstill. You inferred that Erin had tossed her bag into a closet, or something along those lines. As everything was now mute as could be. It honestly terrified you a little bit (you were still only eleven years old at this point in time).
Hours and hours crept by, and it soon became horribly apparent that Erin was done with you for the day. You would be trapped in this duffel bag, squeezed tightly by the yoga mat all night, and there was nothing you could do about it. This was a saddening thought, but once you came to terms with it, you eventually drifted off to sleep. You could only hope that the morning would bring quick discover and rescue.
You were jolted awake by the garbled sound of the duffel bag’s zipper being undone, and then the familiar weightless feeling of the yoga mat being lifted into the air and carried. After another minute, the mat was dropped to the ground, and you caught sight of Erin’s recognizable, well-worn socks as she straightened and unrolled the mat on the floor in front of her.
Staring straight up at her once more, you noted that she was again dressed in work-out attire, though slightly more reasonable than the previous day. Today, she was wearing a pink tank-top that showed quite a bit of her cleavage and the black bra she wore underneath, as well as tight pink leggings. The clothing accentuated her curves in a pronounced manner, without being as comical as her daughter’s clothes from the day prior.
Still, seeing the blonde giantess tower above you, face innocently smiling straight ahead, made your blood run cold. She had yet to acknowledge you, and was once more not wearing her glasses. You tentatively tried to shake your body, and still found yourself unable to move. Trying to speak was just as futile. However, you kept trying, all the way up until three loud sounds broke out simultaneously.
A crack of thunder, an increased pattering of rain on the roof, and a tinny voice from a TV screen (presumably behind you) that said, “Alright ladies, let’s begin with jumping jacks!”
Though you didn’t have all the context at that moment in time, you eventually learned that what was transpiring was both simple and horribly coincidental. Erin had planned to return to the gym, but raging thunderstorms had kept her inside. Thankfully, she’d purchased a set of exercise DVDs that Jolene herself had recorded and sold at the front desk. Erin also figured she could use the same mat as the previous day, at least once more before washing it.
As such, you could only let out a mental whimper as Erin, smiling gleefully, stepped onto her mat and then jumped into the air, beginning her set of jumping jacks, as per digital Jolene’s instructions.
Each time Erin crashed down onto the ground sent an indescribable wave of pain through your flattened, battered body. You internally cried out for her to stop, as over and over her feet slammed down on you, her hefty body weight squeezing the life out of you. Despite having the full yoga mat to work with, Erin’s feet kept finding you perfectly, her soles and heels digging into your face repeatedly.
The jumping jacks ceased, only for the classic warrior pose to take its place. This required Erin to shift to the side and lean forward and back in a lunging motion. Every time she did so, her feet would drag back and forth across the mat, smearing and smudging your malleable body. With every little motion the curvaceous giantess made, your naked, tanned body became more and more engrained with the fabric of the yoga mat.
Though muffled under Erin’s foot, you could just barely make out the sound of digital Jolene saying the word “booty”, and your eyes widened with terror. Sure enough, after a short laugh from Erin, the blonde dropped to the floor, her mammoth buttocks slamming into the yoga mat. Just like the previous day, her gargantuan derriere engulfed your entire being, swallowing you up in thick, sweaty flesh. Everything was darkness, heat, stench, sweat, and pressure, and you were nothing.
Like a good little yoga mat, you could do nothing but wallow in self-pity as Erin went about stretching to touch her toes, and arching her back to pull at strained muscles. Her bodacious booty swiveled and twisted as she continued her work-out, the heavy globes of flesh dragging across your body and grinding your flesh into nothingness. You began to lose feeling in your body, while simultaneously losing hope that Erin would discover you before she made your life even more of a hell than it already was.
Your mom froze, torn between looking down at her abused son and her good friend who was complimenting her. Finally, she looked up at Jolene. “Oh, uh…thanks! It can be pretty tiring, but it also feels good to move around!”
Jolene nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Say, that reminds me. Kelly wanted to have an exercise competition for this coming weekend. Want to train with me and see if we can’t beat her this time?”
Your mom’s eyes lit up with excitement, and a huge smile spread on her face. From way down on the ground, glued to the fabric of the yoga mat and squished beyond belief, you could just barely make out your mother’s expression, and knew in that moment that you’d lost her. She was totally absorbed in talking to Jolene now.
“Oh, I’d love that!” Dani gushed. “Your daughter is a monster when it comes to sports and working-out, but maybe we can have a little training montage of our own and beat her this time!” Your mom giggled. “What time were you thinking of wanting to practice?”
Jolene shrugged. “I mean, we could start now. It’s just the two of us, I don’t have anymore classes today. Then, we could meet at my house later to–”
As the two women delved deep into their conversation, Erin knew it was a bit awkward to keep standing around. So, she simply bent down and rolled her yoga mat up. You squirmed and wiggled imperceptible, and internally screamed at her to notice you, but it was all useless. Your vision was consumed by darkness as she rolled the mat up over you, pressing you in tight and hiding you thoroughly from view.
Erin then slipped the mat into her duffel bag, slid her sneakers back on, and put her glasses back on. Giving Jolene a little wave, she walked casually out of the room. Your mom was too engaged with Jolene that she didn’t even notice Erin leave.
It was a quick walk out of the gym and to Erin’s car, and then a twenty-minute drive back to Erin’s house. Still, it nearly felt like an hour trapped in the total blackness of her duffel bag. There was nothing but the stench and feeling of the sweaty mat pressing against you from all sides. You tried to reform a bit, but it was useless due to how tightly Erin had wound up her mat and stuffed it into her bag.
Once at home, you continued to feel the shaking and stirring of the bag as Erin walked, and you were lightly jostled around. Finally, your whole world shook once, roughly, then came to a complete, eerily silent standstill. You inferred that Erin had tossed her bag into a closet, or something along those lines. As everything was now mute as could be. It honestly terrified you a little bit (you were still only eleven years old at this point in time).
Hours and hours crept by, and it soon became horribly apparent that Erin was done with you for the day. You would be trapped in this duffel bag, squeezed tightly by the yoga mat all night, and there was nothing you could do about it. This was a saddening thought, but once you came to terms with it, you eventually drifted off to sleep. You could only hope that the morning would bring quick discover and rescue.
You were jolted awake by the garbled sound of the duffel bag’s zipper being undone, and then the familiar weightless feeling of the yoga mat being lifted into the air and carried. After another minute, the mat was dropped to the ground, and you caught sight of Erin’s recognizable, well-worn socks as she straightened and unrolled the mat on the floor in front of her.
Staring straight up at her once more, you noted that she was again dressed in work-out attire, though slightly more reasonable than the previous day. Today, she was wearing a pink tank-top that showed quite a bit of her cleavage and the black bra she wore underneath, as well as tight pink leggings. The clothing accentuated her curves in a pronounced manner, without being as comical as her daughter’s clothes from the day prior.
Still, seeing the blonde giantess tower above you, face innocently smiling straight ahead, made your blood run cold. She had yet to acknowledge you, and was once more not wearing her glasses. You tentatively tried to shake your body, and still found yourself unable to move. Trying to speak was just as futile. However, you kept trying, all the way up until three loud sounds broke out simultaneously.
A crack of thunder, an increased pattering of rain on the roof, and a tinny voice from a TV screen (presumably behind you) that said, “Alright ladies, let’s begin with jumping jacks!”
Though you didn’t have all the context at that moment in time, you eventually learned that what was transpiring was both simple and horribly coincidental. Erin had planned to return to the gym, but raging thunderstorms had kept her inside. Thankfully, she’d purchased a set of exercise DVDs that Jolene herself had recorded and sold at the front desk. Erin also figured she could use the same mat as the previous day, at least once more before washing it.
As such, you could only let out a mental whimper as Erin, smiling gleefully, stepped onto her mat and then jumped into the air, beginning her set of jumping jacks, as per digital Jolene’s instructions.
Each time Erin crashed down onto the ground sent an indescribable wave of pain through your flattened, battered body. You internally cried out for her to stop, as over and over her feet slammed down on you, her hefty body weight squeezing the life out of you. Despite having the full yoga mat to work with, Erin’s feet kept finding you perfectly, her soles and heels digging into your face repeatedly.
The jumping jacks ceased, only for the classic warrior pose to take its place. This required Erin to shift to the side and lean forward and back in a lunging motion. Every time she did so, her feet would drag back and forth across the mat, smearing and smudging your malleable body. With every little motion the curvaceous giantess made, your naked, tanned body became more and more engrained with the fabric of the yoga mat.
Though muffled under Erin’s foot, you could just barely make out the sound of digital Jolene saying the word “booty”, and your eyes widened with terror. Sure enough, after a short laugh from Erin, the blonde dropped to the floor, her mammoth buttocks slamming into the yoga mat. Just like the previous day, her gargantuan derriere engulfed your entire being, swallowing you up in thick, sweaty flesh. Everything was darkness, heat, stench, sweat, and pressure, and you were nothing.
Like a good little yoga mat, you could do nothing but wallow in self-pity as Erin went about stretching to touch her toes, and arching her back to pull at strained muscles. Her bodacious booty swiveled and twisted as she continued her work-out, the heavy globes of flesh dragging across your body and grinding your flesh into nothingness. You began to lose feeling in your body, while simultaneously losing hope that Erin would discover you before she made your life even more of a hell than it already was.
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