The movement all around you remained the same, and it was actually gentler than when you'd been in the other girls' butts and they walked, which made you briefly wonder if Ariadne was somehow more experienced carrying micros around, or she was simply a much more graceful walker due to all her exercise.
In any case, as bizarre as this was all to you, there might be some truth to her claims, it felt like a fair workout, neither too light nor too difficult, pushing apart the immense soft masses that surrounded you made you realize for the first time that indeed you were stronger than before, though sadly, your extremely small size largely negated any practical benefit other than not getting obliterated by the sheer weight of all the enormous butts you've had to endure.
Farther away, Isha observed attentively. She knew Ariadne was really athletic and that walking on the treadmill at the lowest setting wasn't even a proper warmup for her, but she could sense that her guard was up. Apparently, having her little brother with her made her much more protective than what the Indian prank lover anticipated. Her hand almost itched, she wanted to start messing with the treadmill's speed, but she knew she needed to wait a little more, for her Amazon-esque friend to get in the zone.
As with her pedaling, Ariadne was so used to her exercise routines that it only took a couple of minutes for her mind to start wandering off onto other thoughts. As far as she knew, she was safe, and most importantly her little brother was safe, there weren't many reasons for her to keep her guard up while exercising by herself, there weren't so many people around her, though that was more because the gym was pretty large and people were scattered over different areas.
While there were many things on her head, as a college student that would graduate in just a few more years she couldn't help but be more concerned about your fate. You had already turned 18 and the clock was ticking. Recently, a set of rather oppressive laws against micros had been enacted by the government under the pretense of granting them protection.
At the federal level, once a micro turned 18 they had a minimum grace period of 6 months to get his life sorted, as they were legally required to have a caretaker, with often disqualified immediate family members, specially those above a certain age threshold. However some further amendments to those laws allowed for them to be designated by the micro himself if he so desired, still, taking this option still had its caveats, because the moment said caretaker passed away, micros would get usually a month at most to get a new legal guardian, or be taken in by the government themselves.
The state you lived in had a provision that prevented the deadline from starting if the micro in question was still attending highschool, thus, the extra year yours offered was a blessing, granting you an extra 12 months before the clock truly began to tick. Despite joking all the time about it, Ariadne herself had been keeping a close eye on your life to the best of her ability, and was even growing a little exasperated that neither Jen, Lillian nor Jordana had made any decisive moves by now. She shook her head and huffed in annoyance, she didn't want to push you into any girl's arms, she wanted you to make your choice because she knew that most likely you'd have to stay with your wife for life, so you really had to choose well.
Some other girls she knew were far more possessive of their little brothers, with some actually dictating their love life or going by the option to keep them for life, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that most of the times the micro in question was never really given a proper choice. Ariadne loved you too much to do that sort of thing to you, but she was already starting to worry. She wouldn't mind taking care of you for the rest of her life, but she could feel that it'd be best if you found a girl you loved and formed your own family, she felt that was the kind of life you were cut out for.
Isha managed to spot the shift in Ariadne's attitude while walking and opted to take a subtler approach, slightly increasing the treadmill's speed, but just a very little amount so that she increased her speed without snapping her out of her thoughts. She then waited and saw, so far so good, it was only a tiny increase in speed but she didn't notice.
Of course, you did notice it, as even these otherwise minimal changes had a larger impact on you, however, you thought that this was merely Ariadne herself kicking up the difficulty, you knew she also needed to get her exercise out of this and such a light walk wouldn't do it. The immense flesh walls that engulfed you shifted and swayed in the same way as before, but slightly faster, which meant that you had to push them apart more often. Your arms sank them up until roughly half of your forearm, but from previous experiences elsewhere, you knew that if this were one of the other girl's butts, your arms would sink much more and this task would become borderline impossible.
Isha smirked and slightly increased the speed again, and like before, Ariadne failed to notice. She had no idea what it was exactly, but by looking at her she could tell her friend was deep in thought. By playing it safe, she found that if she increased the speed by just the tinies bit every few minutes, Ariadne picked up the pace without giving it any further thought, and this way she got her to eventually start to actually jog.
For you, to say that this brought disastrous results was the understatement of the month at the very least, you could more or less "keep up" with Ariadne's huge booty in motion when she was just gently walking, but now that she was jogging, your self contained world in her ass became a quaking hell alarmingly fast. These humongous meaty globes pummeled you in between, and you pushed them apart for the sake of getting to breathe more so than to do the exercise she intended for you.
Plus, the temperature quickly raised, making the overall atmosphere around you hot and steamy with what you were most certain was evaporating sweat. You had never been to a sauna in your life although remembered Jen had told you she had one in her house, but you could imagine that this was what being in one felt like, minus the getting squashed by fleshy planetoids repeatedly at least.
Weirdly enough, your environment was getting hot, but you weren't sweating so much yourself, though you could still feel as if you were getting steam cooked, and soon you began to notice that your strength was getting sapped away while your breathing became more difficult. The air you breathed felt as if it were boiling somehow, and this got you to widen your eyes. Were you overheating? The only other time you felt something like this was when you had a pretty bad fever, and you knew for a fact you didn't have one right now, so this had to be it...
Then, as if on cue, a truck sized drop of sweat fell from the top of one Ariadne's cheeks, plummeting down her crack and hitting you dead on with a large splash. While your first reaction was annoyance, as well as coughing and sputtering, this large amount of salty "water" did bring some relief to your heating issue. You even stopped pushing her cheeks apart to facepalm hard.
'You've got to be freaking kidding me...' You thought, and even felt as if some deity up there had a beef with you and felt determined to humiliate you throughout this odyssey. 'So, what she said just came true, her sweat is gonna save my life for real... damnit...'
Soon, more large drops of sweat rained down from the top of Ariadne's large booty, though neither their volume nor their perceived saltiness matched Monique's. Much to your regret, some of these fluids had gotten in your mouth and you could tell Ariadne's were more watery, either because she was clean before exercising or because she kept herself well hydrated. In the end, this was a good thing, but the fact that you knew how your sister's sweat tasted was what concerned you. Still, you refused to drink the sweat, you weren't about to stoop that low...
Unknown to you, the real cause behind your current torment was Isha, who may not be a goddess, though her behavior and antics might have made the likes of Eris and other prankster/trolling deities proud. She tried to imagine how wild the ride was for you in there, feeling a twinge of envy from not being able to carry out this "prank" herself, but she was happy enough to watch.
With the treadmill's speed slowly increasing even more, the movement, the heat and the sweat all increased as well, large sweat drops emerged from the inside of Ariadne's crack, and rather than falling like raindrops on steroids, these slid down their way into the depths of her crack, which to you it meant that they were like hellish cascades, and you were pretty much helpless to avoid getting splashed by them. The only silver lining to all of this was that as much as you disliked your big sis' sweat, it was doing a pretty good job at cooling you down, perhaps even better than they were at cooling her own body.
At this point, you weren't even trying to do the exercise anymore, just surviving was enough of a damn workout to do with the increasing shaking all around you and getting tossed, bounced and pressed in between your big sis' cheeks. Thankfully, her cotton leggings were doing a decent enough job at absorbing her excess sweat, preventing the cataclysmic floods that Monique had subjected you to, but you couldn't say you were too happy about being nearly permanently drenched in Ariadne's butt sweat. Oddly enough, you soon noticed that your own body wasn't overheating as much anymore, and despite the heat and having sweated yourself, you didn't feel any thirst...
In any case, as bizarre as this was all to you, there might be some truth to her claims, it felt like a fair workout, neither too light nor too difficult, pushing apart the immense soft masses that surrounded you made you realize for the first time that indeed you were stronger than before, though sadly, your extremely small size largely negated any practical benefit other than not getting obliterated by the sheer weight of all the enormous butts you've had to endure.
Farther away, Isha observed attentively. She knew Ariadne was really athletic and that walking on the treadmill at the lowest setting wasn't even a proper warmup for her, but she could sense that her guard was up. Apparently, having her little brother with her made her much more protective than what the Indian prank lover anticipated. Her hand almost itched, she wanted to start messing with the treadmill's speed, but she knew she needed to wait a little more, for her Amazon-esque friend to get in the zone.
As with her pedaling, Ariadne was so used to her exercise routines that it only took a couple of minutes for her mind to start wandering off onto other thoughts. As far as she knew, she was safe, and most importantly her little brother was safe, there weren't many reasons for her to keep her guard up while exercising by herself, there weren't so many people around her, though that was more because the gym was pretty large and people were scattered over different areas.
[Minor note: The ideas here about how the laws in the "Microverse" operate are taken from another route set in this same world, here: "Not brave enough for this world?" ]
While there were many things on her head, as a college student that would graduate in just a few more years she couldn't help but be more concerned about your fate. You had already turned 18 and the clock was ticking. Recently, a set of rather oppressive laws against micros had been enacted by the government under the pretense of granting them protection.
At the federal level, once a micro turned 18 they had a minimum grace period of 6 months to get his life sorted, as they were legally required to have a caretaker, with often disqualified immediate family members, specially those above a certain age threshold. However some further amendments to those laws allowed for them to be designated by the micro himself if he so desired, still, taking this option still had its caveats, because the moment said caretaker passed away, micros would get usually a month at most to get a new legal guardian, or be taken in by the government themselves.
The state you lived in had a provision that prevented the deadline from starting if the micro in question was still attending highschool, thus, the extra year yours offered was a blessing, granting you an extra 12 months before the clock truly began to tick. Despite joking all the time about it, Ariadne herself had been keeping a close eye on your life to the best of her ability, and was even growing a little exasperated that neither Jen, Lillian nor Jordana had made any decisive moves by now. She shook her head and huffed in annoyance, she didn't want to push you into any girl's arms, she wanted you to make your choice because she knew that most likely you'd have to stay with your wife for life, so you really had to choose well.
Some other girls she knew were far more possessive of their little brothers, with some actually dictating their love life or going by the option to keep them for life, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that most of the times the micro in question was never really given a proper choice. Ariadne loved you too much to do that sort of thing to you, but she was already starting to worry. She wouldn't mind taking care of you for the rest of her life, but she could feel that it'd be best if you found a girl you loved and formed your own family, she felt that was the kind of life you were cut out for.
Isha managed to spot the shift in Ariadne's attitude while walking and opted to take a subtler approach, slightly increasing the treadmill's speed, but just a very little amount so that she increased her speed without snapping her out of her thoughts. She then waited and saw, so far so good, it was only a tiny increase in speed but she didn't notice.
Of course, you did notice it, as even these otherwise minimal changes had a larger impact on you, however, you thought that this was merely Ariadne herself kicking up the difficulty, you knew she also needed to get her exercise out of this and such a light walk wouldn't do it. The immense flesh walls that engulfed you shifted and swayed in the same way as before, but slightly faster, which meant that you had to push them apart more often. Your arms sank them up until roughly half of your forearm, but from previous experiences elsewhere, you knew that if this were one of the other girl's butts, your arms would sink much more and this task would become borderline impossible.
Isha smirked and slightly increased the speed again, and like before, Ariadne failed to notice. She had no idea what it was exactly, but by looking at her she could tell her friend was deep in thought. By playing it safe, she found that if she increased the speed by just the tinies bit every few minutes, Ariadne picked up the pace without giving it any further thought, and this way she got her to eventually start to actually jog.
For you, to say that this brought disastrous results was the understatement of the month at the very least, you could more or less "keep up" with Ariadne's huge booty in motion when she was just gently walking, but now that she was jogging, your self contained world in her ass became a quaking hell alarmingly fast. These humongous meaty globes pummeled you in between, and you pushed them apart for the sake of getting to breathe more so than to do the exercise she intended for you.
Plus, the temperature quickly raised, making the overall atmosphere around you hot and steamy with what you were most certain was evaporating sweat. You had never been to a sauna in your life although remembered Jen had told you she had one in her house, but you could imagine that this was what being in one felt like, minus the getting squashed by fleshy planetoids repeatedly at least.
Weirdly enough, your environment was getting hot, but you weren't sweating so much yourself, though you could still feel as if you were getting steam cooked, and soon you began to notice that your strength was getting sapped away while your breathing became more difficult. The air you breathed felt as if it were boiling somehow, and this got you to widen your eyes. Were you overheating? The only other time you felt something like this was when you had a pretty bad fever, and you knew for a fact you didn't have one right now, so this had to be it...
Then, as if on cue, a truck sized drop of sweat fell from the top of one Ariadne's cheeks, plummeting down her crack and hitting you dead on with a large splash. While your first reaction was annoyance, as well as coughing and sputtering, this large amount of salty "water" did bring some relief to your heating issue. You even stopped pushing her cheeks apart to facepalm hard.
'You've got to be freaking kidding me...' You thought, and even felt as if some deity up there had a beef with you and felt determined to humiliate you throughout this odyssey. 'So, what she said just came true, her sweat is gonna save my life for real... damnit...'
Soon, more large drops of sweat rained down from the top of Ariadne's large booty, though neither their volume nor their perceived saltiness matched Monique's. Much to your regret, some of these fluids had gotten in your mouth and you could tell Ariadne's were more watery, either because she was clean before exercising or because she kept herself well hydrated. In the end, this was a good thing, but the fact that you knew how your sister's sweat tasted was what concerned you. Still, you refused to drink the sweat, you weren't about to stoop that low...
Unknown to you, the real cause behind your current torment was Isha, who may not be a goddess, though her behavior and antics might have made the likes of Eris and other prankster/trolling deities proud. She tried to imagine how wild the ride was for you in there, feeling a twinge of envy from not being able to carry out this "prank" herself, but she was happy enough to watch.
With the treadmill's speed slowly increasing even more, the movement, the heat and the sweat all increased as well, large sweat drops emerged from the inside of Ariadne's crack, and rather than falling like raindrops on steroids, these slid down their way into the depths of her crack, which to you it meant that they were like hellish cascades, and you were pretty much helpless to avoid getting splashed by them. The only silver lining to all of this was that as much as you disliked your big sis' sweat, it was doing a pretty good job at cooling you down, perhaps even better than they were at cooling her own body.
At this point, you weren't even trying to do the exercise anymore, just surviving was enough of a damn workout to do with the increasing shaking all around you and getting tossed, bounced and pressed in between your big sis' cheeks. Thankfully, her cotton leggings were doing a decent enough job at absorbing her excess sweat, preventing the cataclysmic floods that Monique had subjected you to, but you couldn't say you were too happy about being nearly permanently drenched in Ariadne's butt sweat. Oddly enough, you soon noticed that your own body wasn't overheating as much anymore, and despite the heat and having sweated yourself, you didn't feel any thirst...
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May 12, 2023
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