Property of Erin (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
The next exercise was a tricky one, and required Erin to do a somewhat modified handstand, while keeping her lower body off of the floor. This granted you a welcome respite and a brief reunion with fresh air, though half of your vision was still Erin’s perfectly sculpted bubble butt hovering dangerously over your head, like an anvil waiting to fall back down and demolish you again.
From the corner of your eye, you watched as a girl you didn’t recognize walked into the room. Judging by her looks, and the brief glimpse you caught of her, she was Erin’s daughter. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, and shared her mother’s blonde locks and shapely body.
“Sup, mom? Workin’ out here instead of the gym?” The girl asked, her voice energetic and casual. A daughter who clearly felt super confident around her mother.
Erin craned her neck to look over her shoulder while still maintaining her lifted position. “Oh, good morning, Ellie! Yes, the rain kept me home today, but I know I need to keep up my exercises to get rid of this fat.” Erin sighed. “I’d put off burning weight for too long.”
Ellie scoffed. “What are you talking about mom? You’re not fat. The correct term is thicc.”
Erin frowned. “Thick? I don’t know what that means.”
“Two ‘c’s mom. Thicc.” Ellie waved her hand. “Anyway, I’m saying that you’re freakin’ gorgeous.” Erin blushed at her daughter’s compliment. “But yeah, exercising is great to do anyway. I’m actually about to go on a run. Rain runs are my jam.”
Erin grinned. “Well then, equally gorgeous daughter of mine, stay safe!”
Ellie’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink at her mom’s reflected compliment, and she moved to leave the room. Right before she did so, her gaze happened to rest on you, and she made direct contact with your pancaked, smeared body. Crinkling her brow, Ellie took a step closer, peered down at you, and frowned. Your heart leapt for joy at being spotted, but it was crushed a moment later as Ellie stepped back.
“Hey, think about washing your mat soon. It’s got some dirt on it.” Ellie stated, and then left the room.
Erin cried out to her as she left. “Yes, I will as soon as I finish this workout!” No sooner had she said that then the digital Jolene finally relaxed her position and returned to sitting on the mat. Letting out a sigh of exhaustion, Erin happily let herself fall back down. Her ass slapped back down onto the mat with a bit of a wet slurp sound, due to the swamp of sweat that was building up. Still, Erin could put up with the discomfort for the next hour she had left to workout. What was the harm?
Suffering under oblivious Erin, you gave up any pretense of being saved and accepted your fate. Clearly, it was that hand that life had dealt you. The first girl to spot you all day simply confused you as dirt and walked away, and now even your short-lived gift of fresh air was gone once more. Seated atop you, like a goddess demonstrating her power over a pathetic mortal, Erin had claimed you again as nothing more than a nearly invisible decoration on her yoga mat. You could never escape her on your own.
The next hour was a blur, as you barely focused on what was going on around you. Erin kept squashing and squashing you with her ass, and then eventually her breasts as she moved onto push-ups and the like. Each impact against you further cemented you into the fibers of the yoga mat fabric, each moving or shaking motion smudging your recognizable features into a uniform tan blob, just about the exact same coloring as the rest of her tan mat. Every second sealed your fate more and more.
Finally ending her workout, Erin peeled her sweat caked body off of the ground. Panting, the blonde giantess lifted up her worn yoga mat, grimaced at its slimy feeling, and walked out of the room and to her house’s laundry room. Wasting no time, she tossed the mat into the machine, along with the tank top, leggings, bra, and thong she’d worn while exercising, poured in some detergent, started the wash cycle, and left the room.
By this point in your life, you’d been in more wash cycles than you could count, but it was never a pleasant experience. Around and around you spun, the freezing water chilling you to the bone. You felt the detergent stick to you, the mat, and all the other clothes, and a strong tangy sensation overcame you. Perhaps due to the numbness brought on by the freezing water, or just your sheer and utter exhaustion, but you finally allowed yourself to pass out and slip into unconsciousness.
When the wash cycle ended, Erin ran her clothes and mat through the dryer, then took you out and brought you to her room. She folded her clothes up and put them into their respective drawers, and finally gave her favorite yoga mat a nice, long look.
“Ah, see! No more dirt! Yay!” Erin grinned, satisfied she’d cleaned her trusty yoga mat to perfection. She still wasn’t wearing her glasses, so what she was truly was flawless and uniform tan coloring. However, even if she’d had them on, all she would have MAYBE seen of you was the faint, dulled outline of your face. Through hours of abused, squishing, smearing, and the cleaning properties of the laundry detergent, your body’s visibility had faded. One would have to look exceptionally close to spot your outline amidst the otherwise spotless tan mat.
Folding up her mat again and placing it in her duffel bag, Erin went about the rest of her day with a smile on her face. She curled up with a book in bed, watched a movie with Ellie when she returned from her rain run, cooked some delicious brownies for the heck of it, and finally dozed off after a few episodes of her favorite show. In the one break fate had cut you all day, you actually slept through it all, never once awaking and having to sit bored in the pitch-black duffel bag.
When you finally did awake, you felt your world in a state of movement. From the slight smell and the way you were moving, you knew that you were back in Erin’s duffel bag, which implied she was headed to Jolene’s gym once more. Sure enough, you could just barely make out the sound of people talking and TV stations aimlessly chattering on. Eventually, you heard the sound of Erin unzipping her bag.
Second verse same as the first, Erin laid the mat on the ground and unrolled it with her foot. Light shone down on you, briefly blinding you, and as your vision cleared you saw Erin above you, the same frustratingly beautiful but oblivious woman as always. Dressed in another tank-top and leggings combo, she was just finishing removing her glasses, and with a sinking feeling, you knew what would come next.
As Erin stepped onto the mat, her toes squishing down against your eyes, you silently begged anyone who was listening to save you from this life. You were just a kid! You didn’t deserve to be this stranger’s personal yoga mat for the rest of your life!
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES)
From the corner of your eye, you watched as a girl you didn’t recognize walked into the room. Judging by her looks, and the brief glimpse you caught of her, she was Erin’s daughter. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, and shared her mother’s blonde locks and shapely body.
“Sup, mom? Workin’ out here instead of the gym?” The girl asked, her voice energetic and casual. A daughter who clearly felt super confident around her mother.
Erin craned her neck to look over her shoulder while still maintaining her lifted position. “Oh, good morning, Ellie! Yes, the rain kept me home today, but I know I need to keep up my exercises to get rid of this fat.” Erin sighed. “I’d put off burning weight for too long.”
Ellie scoffed. “What are you talking about mom? You’re not fat. The correct term is thicc.”
Erin frowned. “Thick? I don’t know what that means.”
“Two ‘c’s mom. Thicc.” Ellie waved her hand. “Anyway, I’m saying that you’re freakin’ gorgeous.” Erin blushed at her daughter’s compliment. “But yeah, exercising is great to do anyway. I’m actually about to go on a run. Rain runs are my jam.”
Erin grinned. “Well then, equally gorgeous daughter of mine, stay safe!”
Ellie’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink at her mom’s reflected compliment, and she moved to leave the room. Right before she did so, her gaze happened to rest on you, and she made direct contact with your pancaked, smeared body. Crinkling her brow, Ellie took a step closer, peered down at you, and frowned. Your heart leapt for joy at being spotted, but it was crushed a moment later as Ellie stepped back.
“Hey, think about washing your mat soon. It’s got some dirt on it.” Ellie stated, and then left the room.
Erin cried out to her as she left. “Yes, I will as soon as I finish this workout!” No sooner had she said that then the digital Jolene finally relaxed her position and returned to sitting on the mat. Letting out a sigh of exhaustion, Erin happily let herself fall back down. Her ass slapped back down onto the mat with a bit of a wet slurp sound, due to the swamp of sweat that was building up. Still, Erin could put up with the discomfort for the next hour she had left to workout. What was the harm?
Suffering under oblivious Erin, you gave up any pretense of being saved and accepted your fate. Clearly, it was that hand that life had dealt you. The first girl to spot you all day simply confused you as dirt and walked away, and now even your short-lived gift of fresh air was gone once more. Seated atop you, like a goddess demonstrating her power over a pathetic mortal, Erin had claimed you again as nothing more than a nearly invisible decoration on her yoga mat. You could never escape her on your own.
The next hour was a blur, as you barely focused on what was going on around you. Erin kept squashing and squashing you with her ass, and then eventually her breasts as she moved onto push-ups and the like. Each impact against you further cemented you into the fibers of the yoga mat fabric, each moving or shaking motion smudging your recognizable features into a uniform tan blob, just about the exact same coloring as the rest of her tan mat. Every second sealed your fate more and more.
Finally ending her workout, Erin peeled her sweat caked body off of the ground. Panting, the blonde giantess lifted up her worn yoga mat, grimaced at its slimy feeling, and walked out of the room and to her house’s laundry room. Wasting no time, she tossed the mat into the machine, along with the tank top, leggings, bra, and thong she’d worn while exercising, poured in some detergent, started the wash cycle, and left the room.
By this point in your life, you’d been in more wash cycles than you could count, but it was never a pleasant experience. Around and around you spun, the freezing water chilling you to the bone. You felt the detergent stick to you, the mat, and all the other clothes, and a strong tangy sensation overcame you. Perhaps due to the numbness brought on by the freezing water, or just your sheer and utter exhaustion, but you finally allowed yourself to pass out and slip into unconsciousness.
When the wash cycle ended, Erin ran her clothes and mat through the dryer, then took you out and brought you to her room. She folded her clothes up and put them into their respective drawers, and finally gave her favorite yoga mat a nice, long look.
“Ah, see! No more dirt! Yay!” Erin grinned, satisfied she’d cleaned her trusty yoga mat to perfection. She still wasn’t wearing her glasses, so what she was truly was flawless and uniform tan coloring. However, even if she’d had them on, all she would have MAYBE seen of you was the faint, dulled outline of your face. Through hours of abused, squishing, smearing, and the cleaning properties of the laundry detergent, your body’s visibility had faded. One would have to look exceptionally close to spot your outline amidst the otherwise spotless tan mat.
Folding up her mat again and placing it in her duffel bag, Erin went about the rest of her day with a smile on her face. She curled up with a book in bed, watched a movie with Ellie when she returned from her rain run, cooked some delicious brownies for the heck of it, and finally dozed off after a few episodes of her favorite show. In the one break fate had cut you all day, you actually slept through it all, never once awaking and having to sit bored in the pitch-black duffel bag.
When you finally did awake, you felt your world in a state of movement. From the slight smell and the way you were moving, you knew that you were back in Erin’s duffel bag, which implied she was headed to Jolene’s gym once more. Sure enough, you could just barely make out the sound of people talking and TV stations aimlessly chattering on. Eventually, you heard the sound of Erin unzipping her bag.
Second verse same as the first, Erin laid the mat on the ground and unrolled it with her foot. Light shone down on you, briefly blinding you, and as your vision cleared you saw Erin above you, the same frustratingly beautiful but oblivious woman as always. Dressed in another tank-top and leggings combo, she was just finishing removing her glasses, and with a sinking feeling, you knew what would come next.
As Erin stepped onto the mat, her toes squishing down against your eyes, you silently begged anyone who was listening to save you from this life. You were just a kid! You didn’t deserve to be this stranger’s personal yoga mat for the rest of your life!
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES)
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