This choice: "Thomas? My goodness! Is that you? What happened?" • Go Back...Chapter #5"Thomas? My goodness! Is that you? What hap... by: Hectic   "Thomas? My goodness! Is that you? What happened?" Mckayla exclaimed, running her fingers over your body. She couldn't feel your body at all, you're lucky she saw you because feeling you while using the mat was out of the question at this point. Obviously, the wash and dry cycle had taken its toll on your body and you could do nothing to communicate back to your wife. She stared at you awaiting your response, you could only look back, dumbfounded that your wife would assume you were capable of talking to her in this state. After a minute it seemed to finally click that you couldn't speak and Mckayla began to think about what must have happened. You could see the ditzy gears turning in her head and after another minute she realized what she had done. "Oh god! I totally forgot we were cleaning the exercise room together earlier! Crap I must have squished you to the mat somehow. I'm sorry sweetie, I really should be more careful" she finally said. The intent was nice of her but you knew there was no way you could change her nature, or your body's nature for that matter. Her obliviousness and your squishiness were almost always a recipe for disaster, but you couldn't blame her. After all, you've pretty much gotten used to it after nearly 20 years of marriage. Your train of thought was interrupted by a ring on the doorbell. *Ding dong*
Mckayla looked down at the mat in her hands and her eyes went wide. "Thomas, please tell me you can get yourself off of there somehow" she pleaded. You knew you were squished much too well for that, but you gave an effort anyway. You struggled and wriggled with as much force as you could possibly exert, and finally... nothing. Your body couldn't budge at all. Without Mckayla's help you don't think you would ever be capable of escaping your fused prison. Your beautiful wife stared down at you, praying to see some level of movement or a corner of you body peeling off, but after a few more seconds she didn't see a single thing. Just then the doorbell rang again *ding dong* and you saw obvious worry in her eyes. Mckayla was being awfully quiet, but as your eyes met she spoke up.
"Tom, I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now, but I invited three friends over for a little yoga sesh, that's why I was washing all the mats... and that's them at the door right now. We all need a mat each or else the carpet might burn our elbows and knees during certain poses!" You couldn't believe your wife was more worried about some minor rug burn than your tiny body being completely crushed by her or one of her giantess friends. Sometimes you wish you explained to your wife better that being squished was not a pleasant experience, but you doubt she would remember anyway. Mckayla then continued, "And I only have 4 mats total so one of us literally has to use you. I wish there was another way babe but I can't think of anything." You desperately wanted to be able to shout out "JUST DON'T USE ME" but sadly you couldn't. Also once your wife's mind was on one train of thought there wasn't much possibility of her considering other options. Your wife, with her hands tied in her mind and only one option to take, said "So I'll have to use you... err this mat I guess, I don't know what to refer to you as right now hehe. Uhhh whatever I'll have to use you two for this workout and then I promise right after I'll work on freeing you. Okay?"
You had to admit you were a bit weirded out by your wife referring to you and a yoga mat as "you two" as if you were equal in her eyes. Her husband of nearly twenty years and a worn out old yoga mat should definitely not be in the same category, but you rationalized that in this state you kind of were. Just then Mckayla flopped the stack of three mats back on top of you, casting you into darkness, and you sighed. This definitely was not going to go well for you.
From Mckayla's perspective she was upset about being forced to use her husband like this, but in her mind there was no other option. So she tried not to beat herself up too much about the situation and set out to try and enjoy her workout. She strolled to the front door, holding the stack of mats for her and her friends, and opened the door. There stood three of her friends, almost as drop dead gorgeous as herself, clad in tight exercise outfits just the same as Mckayla's. A chorus of "heeeyyys" and other greetings rang out as Mckayla greeted her friends. They stood and chatted for a minute, you being crushed further in darkness under the other yoga mats. Eventually the ladies all walked to the recently cleaned exercise room and got ready for their workout. Mckayla handed each one a mat until she was only holding the one you were fused to. She looked directly at you and grimaced, realizing that she had squished you already, and mouthed "sorry" to you as she laid you down on the ground.
"So what routine are we doin today, girl?" One of Mckayla's friends asked her. Your wife wracked her mind trying to come up with a routine that would squish you as little as possible. She responded, "I think lots of planks and standing exercises today ladies, lets work our cores!" You were thankful and proud of your wife for at least picking out a workout that wasn't too hard on you. And before you knew it your wife's enormous body cast an equally large shadow over your diminutive, crushed form. She slammed her forearms down far above you and balanced her weight on her toes on the other side. You were stuck smack dab in the middle of the mat, staring at your wife's exposed stomach between her sports bra and skin tight leggings. Your wife was getting a workout and you weren't getting crushed at all! This was actually the best case scenario for this situation, and you were very thankful for your wife's quick thinking (for once). Above you, your wife was evidently struggling with her workout. You couldn't see much past her sizable bust but if you could you would see her face struggling to keep up with the exercise. While she was in fantastic cardio state, her abs were relatively lagging. You watched your wife's body begin to quiver, as well as commence her trademark profuse sweating. After a few rounds of planks your wife was already soaked through with sweat. Beads of sweat ran down her stomach and dripped off the exposed skin, directly onto your body below. You were thoroughly soaked after only a few minutes and your wife hadn't even touched you yet. At that moment one of her friends shouted out, "Whew this ab workout is great! Lets move onto another ab exercise, like... sit-ups!" Both you and your wife simultaneously gulped. This wasn't the plan.
"Uhh im not so sure we should do that" your wife responded, half because she knew sit-ups meant demolishing your body under her ass, and half for her own sake. She was exhausted and coated in sweat already. You both prayed that her other friends would agree with your wife and not move onto that workout... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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