A Punishing Gym Routine
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
“…Mackenzie and I’s gym day. You know I’ve got to keep my routine up.” You couldn’t believe that Olivia was going to prioritize her routine over your safety and wellbeing. Even on the best of days she didn’t always think things through as much as she should, but this was on a whole different level. All she needed to do was take a week or so off from any strenuous activities while she worked through the required forms. It wouldn’t be pleasant regardless, but you’d be much better off than being actively used and abused by someone as fitness-oriented as your girlfriend. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do as the brunette made up her mind without your input, and in the end your transformation into an insole happened so quickly you could barely keep track of it at all.
Not having the heart to twist and manipulate you herself, Olivia left the room with tears in her eyes to get changed, allowing her good friend Mackenzie to do the deed for her. The other girl of course was only too happy to comply, offering you only an insincere “no hard feelings” comment before she started to mash and squeeze your body into its new shape. While your time as thong had thoroughly mangled your features, your nemesis remembered well-enough that she had made your face the seat of your thong body, and happily repositioned it to be right where your girlfriend’s toes would rest, leaving you looking up at her with an unseen baleful expression as she continued her work.
You hated to admit it, but Mackenzie apparently had a gift for this, as by the time Olivia came back to the kitchen you had been formed into a near-perfect imitation of an ordinary insole. Having yet to experience the crushing weight of your wearer, you were a little thicker than usual, and there were slight discolorations throughout, but any momentary observation would likely pass right over you. As you watched the love of your life pull a supremely battered insole from her right sneaker and place it beside you, you tried to call out for mercy, but it seemed Olivia was intent to get you out of her sight before she had second thoughts and you found yourself quickly placed inside the waiting cavern.
Just being inside of the brunette’s sneaker was already an assault on your senses, the smell of her foot sweat having long since permeated every inch of the footwear, not to mention the stifling heat that soaked into you from all directions. Yet that was noting but the prelude to what was to come as you watched Olivia’s pretty toes enter your abode, followed quickly by the remainder of her foot as it briefly hovered menacingly above you before slamming down, instantly raising both the smell and the heat by at least a factor of ten. All five toes dragged themselves across your body before finally coming to rest on your face, clenching and unclenching as if greeting their new playmate. You wanted to ask why Olivia wasn’t wearing any socks, but received no answer other than a massive increase in weight as your girlfriend shifted her weight to your location and gave a couple of good stomps to get the fit just right, seemingly forgetting you were there as she casually broke you in.
High above, Mackenzie couldn’t help but laugh as she watched your inevitable suffering play out. “Hey, I was thinking we’d walk to the gym today. It will give little Andrew a chance to get properly acclimatised with your feet before we really get into things.” She knew there was no real merit to the idea, but unfortunately for you, Olivia remained as easily fooled as ever, easily agreeing and leaving you in a world of ceaseless crushing impacts as the two headed out. Step after step came down on you with herculean force, progressively flattening you out until you were just the right size to cushion each blow for your owner without taking up too much space. As hard as you found it to believe, each time your girlfriend’s foot landed upon you was somehow worse than the last, the heat continuing to build with each movement and a light layer of perspiration beginning to soak into you.
Of course, the walk was nothing compared to once they actually arrived at the gym. By that time Olivia had already completely forgotten your presence in her shoe thanks to Mackenzie bringing up an endless stream of other topics to distract her. Worse, it was apparently your tormentor’s turn to decide on the days exercises. For obvious reasons, you’d never tagged along on gym trips like this, and you didn’t know that the two apparently took turns whenever they attended together. Now Mackenzie planned to take full advantage of her position to make your life as difficult as possible. “Okay. We’re going to start with the treadmills. Let’s see who can burn the most in thirty minutes.”
Olivia was only too happy to accept the challenge, knowing that she had the edge in physical fitness. Had she paused for a moment to wonder why her friend had issued a challenge she was sure to lose, she may have recalled your location, but as it was, she mounted the treadmill without complaint and immediately keyed it up to a high setting. For you, the next thirty minutes would be a living hell. At first it wasn’t much worse than the walk over, but as the brunette built up speed her massive weight crashed down on you more and more frequently and with greater and greater force as she really began to work herself hard. Sweat began to pour out relentlessly, greedily soaked up by your body no matter how much you tried to spit it out, and the heat built and built until it felt like you were stuck in the smelliest sauna ever conceived. It didn’t help that Olivia was more and more favouring her right foot to spring herself forward, unconsciously revelling in the excellent support you offered.
By the time the thirty minutes had passed, your girlfriend had managed a distance of over three miles, while Mackenzie had barely reached two and a half. Sweaty but invigorated from her victory, Olivia dismounted the treadmill without paying any attention to her now practically steaming feet, happily following her friend to the next activity, while you cried out in silent agony. Any momentary relief you may have experienced was shattered as she started to jump rope, competing once again as she shot for two victories in a row against the unusually motivated Mackenzie. Each landing pounded you flatter and flatter, squeezing out more and more sweat until you were drowning in it.
For you it felt like your time at the gym was never going to end. After fifteen minutes of jump rope your roommates moved on to wall squats, the pressure on you now unrelenting as Olivia pushed more of her weight towards her toes, feeling as if they were becoming one with your face. Even if she took you off right now, you felt as if you would be tasting the brunette’s toes for several weeks, yet after suffering through some hundred-odd squats the torment only continued. Dozens of more exercises followed, leaving you to be pounded and crushed for a good several hours. Your world became one of sweat, smell and heat alone as you were reduced to mere support for your girlfriend.
By the time Olivia finally took a seat in the changing room she was completely wiped, though happy with herself after such a great workout. She was covered in sweat and panting heavily but she had also managed to win each and every competition of the day. Beside her Mackenzie was sprawled across an empty bench, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, yet there was a smile on her face as well, and the brunette was pleased that they’d both had such a good time. If she had anything to complain about it was that her left insole had been a bit of an underperformer, leaving her left foot significantly more pained than the right, even though she’d favoured the later more.
Aware that she desperately needed a shower, Olivia peeled off her sneakers with some difficulty, her insoles almost adhering to her feet as she pulled them off. Your brief shot at freedom as you were left half outside the shoe was cruelly snuffed out as your girlfriend callously shoved you back in before removing the rest of her clothes and dropping them on the bench, not even noticing as her friend’s eyes followed her every movement. Practically comatose, you were left once more to suffer in silence as Olivia headed for the closest shower stall, the lack of footfalls barely even registering as you remained mired in the residual heat and smell of her feet, still coated in a thick layer of sweat. Even the bliss of true unconsciousness was denied to you as the overwhelming stench kept you just barely awake, every gasping breath you managed to take just drawing in more residual fumes.
The smallest slither of hope for you arrived while Olivia enjoyed her shower, her hands running over her tender body bringing up thoughts of her little lover and the last time the two of you had been intimate. Not for the first time she wished that you would consider coming to the gym with her so that the two of you could spend more time together, telling herself that she would invite you again next time. That thought led her to try to recall seeing you off this time, which eventually led her to recall your licence situation, the letter she had received and, finally, your true present location. The gasp that was emitted after that revelation was quiet, but had anyone been looking, the blush that coated the brunette’s cheeks would be obvious. Had she really put you through all of that today?
Determined to apologise for her forgetfulness, Olivia hurriedly finished her shower and headed back to where she had left her sneakers and tiny boyfriend. But what awaits her when she arrives?
Not having the heart to twist and manipulate you herself, Olivia left the room with tears in her eyes to get changed, allowing her good friend Mackenzie to do the deed for her. The other girl of course was only too happy to comply, offering you only an insincere “no hard feelings” comment before she started to mash and squeeze your body into its new shape. While your time as thong had thoroughly mangled your features, your nemesis remembered well-enough that she had made your face the seat of your thong body, and happily repositioned it to be right where your girlfriend’s toes would rest, leaving you looking up at her with an unseen baleful expression as she continued her work.
You hated to admit it, but Mackenzie apparently had a gift for this, as by the time Olivia came back to the kitchen you had been formed into a near-perfect imitation of an ordinary insole. Having yet to experience the crushing weight of your wearer, you were a little thicker than usual, and there were slight discolorations throughout, but any momentary observation would likely pass right over you. As you watched the love of your life pull a supremely battered insole from her right sneaker and place it beside you, you tried to call out for mercy, but it seemed Olivia was intent to get you out of her sight before she had second thoughts and you found yourself quickly placed inside the waiting cavern.
Just being inside of the brunette’s sneaker was already an assault on your senses, the smell of her foot sweat having long since permeated every inch of the footwear, not to mention the stifling heat that soaked into you from all directions. Yet that was noting but the prelude to what was to come as you watched Olivia’s pretty toes enter your abode, followed quickly by the remainder of her foot as it briefly hovered menacingly above you before slamming down, instantly raising both the smell and the heat by at least a factor of ten. All five toes dragged themselves across your body before finally coming to rest on your face, clenching and unclenching as if greeting their new playmate. You wanted to ask why Olivia wasn’t wearing any socks, but received no answer other than a massive increase in weight as your girlfriend shifted her weight to your location and gave a couple of good stomps to get the fit just right, seemingly forgetting you were there as she casually broke you in.
High above, Mackenzie couldn’t help but laugh as she watched your inevitable suffering play out. “Hey, I was thinking we’d walk to the gym today. It will give little Andrew a chance to get properly acclimatised with your feet before we really get into things.” She knew there was no real merit to the idea, but unfortunately for you, Olivia remained as easily fooled as ever, easily agreeing and leaving you in a world of ceaseless crushing impacts as the two headed out. Step after step came down on you with herculean force, progressively flattening you out until you were just the right size to cushion each blow for your owner without taking up too much space. As hard as you found it to believe, each time your girlfriend’s foot landed upon you was somehow worse than the last, the heat continuing to build with each movement and a light layer of perspiration beginning to soak into you.
Of course, the walk was nothing compared to once they actually arrived at the gym. By that time Olivia had already completely forgotten your presence in her shoe thanks to Mackenzie bringing up an endless stream of other topics to distract her. Worse, it was apparently your tormentor’s turn to decide on the days exercises. For obvious reasons, you’d never tagged along on gym trips like this, and you didn’t know that the two apparently took turns whenever they attended together. Now Mackenzie planned to take full advantage of her position to make your life as difficult as possible. “Okay. We’re going to start with the treadmills. Let’s see who can burn the most in thirty minutes.”
Olivia was only too happy to accept the challenge, knowing that she had the edge in physical fitness. Had she paused for a moment to wonder why her friend had issued a challenge she was sure to lose, she may have recalled your location, but as it was, she mounted the treadmill without complaint and immediately keyed it up to a high setting. For you, the next thirty minutes would be a living hell. At first it wasn’t much worse than the walk over, but as the brunette built up speed her massive weight crashed down on you more and more frequently and with greater and greater force as she really began to work herself hard. Sweat began to pour out relentlessly, greedily soaked up by your body no matter how much you tried to spit it out, and the heat built and built until it felt like you were stuck in the smelliest sauna ever conceived. It didn’t help that Olivia was more and more favouring her right foot to spring herself forward, unconsciously revelling in the excellent support you offered.
By the time the thirty minutes had passed, your girlfriend had managed a distance of over three miles, while Mackenzie had barely reached two and a half. Sweaty but invigorated from her victory, Olivia dismounted the treadmill without paying any attention to her now practically steaming feet, happily following her friend to the next activity, while you cried out in silent agony. Any momentary relief you may have experienced was shattered as she started to jump rope, competing once again as she shot for two victories in a row against the unusually motivated Mackenzie. Each landing pounded you flatter and flatter, squeezing out more and more sweat until you were drowning in it.
For you it felt like your time at the gym was never going to end. After fifteen minutes of jump rope your roommates moved on to wall squats, the pressure on you now unrelenting as Olivia pushed more of her weight towards her toes, feeling as if they were becoming one with your face. Even if she took you off right now, you felt as if you would be tasting the brunette’s toes for several weeks, yet after suffering through some hundred-odd squats the torment only continued. Dozens of more exercises followed, leaving you to be pounded and crushed for a good several hours. Your world became one of sweat, smell and heat alone as you were reduced to mere support for your girlfriend.
By the time Olivia finally took a seat in the changing room she was completely wiped, though happy with herself after such a great workout. She was covered in sweat and panting heavily but she had also managed to win each and every competition of the day. Beside her Mackenzie was sprawled across an empty bench, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, yet there was a smile on her face as well, and the brunette was pleased that they’d both had such a good time. If she had anything to complain about it was that her left insole had been a bit of an underperformer, leaving her left foot significantly more pained than the right, even though she’d favoured the later more.
Aware that she desperately needed a shower, Olivia peeled off her sneakers with some difficulty, her insoles almost adhering to her feet as she pulled them off. Your brief shot at freedom as you were left half outside the shoe was cruelly snuffed out as your girlfriend callously shoved you back in before removing the rest of her clothes and dropping them on the bench, not even noticing as her friend’s eyes followed her every movement. Practically comatose, you were left once more to suffer in silence as Olivia headed for the closest shower stall, the lack of footfalls barely even registering as you remained mired in the residual heat and smell of her feet, still coated in a thick layer of sweat. Even the bliss of true unconsciousness was denied to you as the overwhelming stench kept you just barely awake, every gasping breath you managed to take just drawing in more residual fumes.
The smallest slither of hope for you arrived while Olivia enjoyed her shower, her hands running over her tender body bringing up thoughts of her little lover and the last time the two of you had been intimate. Not for the first time she wished that you would consider coming to the gym with her so that the two of you could spend more time together, telling herself that she would invite you again next time. That thought led her to try to recall seeing you off this time, which eventually led her to recall your licence situation, the letter she had received and, finally, your true present location. The gasp that was emitted after that revelation was quiet, but had anyone been looking, the blush that coated the brunette’s cheeks would be obvious. Had she really put you through all of that today?
Determined to apologise for her forgetfulness, Olivia hurriedly finished her shower and headed back to where she had left her sneakers and tiny boyfriend. But what awaits her when she arrives?
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