Amy walked towards you on the bench,giving you hope that she had noticed you. Unfortunately she had her head turned and was talking to a friend about how hard workouts were for them, when she walked over to you, and, without looking, she dumped her (relatively) clean gym clothes out of her bag and on to you. A D-cup bra landed on your face smelling faintly of her deodorant, making you blush in embassment, and as Amy dug through her clothes, grabbing her set of workout clothes to change into, she scooped up her bra, grabbing it by the cup, picking you up.
"How unlucky am I" you thought, as she dumped the rest of the clothes into her gym bag and walked (with you in her bra, in her hand) to a changing stall. She set her pile of clothes down, giving you a view of all of her clothes from her bra's persective and began undressing. As you listened, hoping she would notice you, she walked over and grabbed her panties and bra, and you. As she lifted her bra to put it on, you fell out and hit her foot with a "paff". She bent over and picked you up, unknowingly putting her thumb over you face, hiding the fact that you were not a rag, and examined your square form with a shrug and said
"Guess I didn't forget my sweat rag". Your mind raced with fear as she set you face down on the wooden bench and continued to get dressed.
Once she was done you felt her warm hands pick you up and place you into the back left pocket of her tight fitting shorts, pinning you to her thick left cheek. As she took a step with her left foot, you felt the pocket slightly loosen and drop you a little bit further in. But when she took a step with her right foot you felt it tighten significantly, plastering you to the inside of her pocket. You felt her walk though the locker room and into the fitness room. As the teacher told the students to find a workout machine, Amy dashed over to the rowing machine and smashed her ass onto its seat as she sat down, putting her full body weight on top of you as she pulled the handles back and forth. After about 15 minutes of her pressing onto you, you felt her lift her left cheek up and pull you out from under her. As you were blasted with light, you saw her pull you up to her tired, sweaty face and wiped her brow with you, further smudging your mouth over as you absorbed her sweat. She sighed in relief, and then, when no one was looking she quickly rubbed the top of her (incredibly sweaty) boobs, and jammed you into her cleavage, squeezing you and forcing you to taste and absorb more of her sweat as she grabbed the handles to start working out again. However, this was interrupted by the teacher yelling
"Switch positions"! As Amy got up to move to the treadmill you felt her boobs bounce with every step she took. She set the treadmill to a running pace and began running. You were violently thashed up and down by her boobs as she ran, and it wasn't long until she needed to use the rag again. This time (with no one near her) she reached under shirt and pulled you out of the grasp her cleavage had on you, and wiped her her boobs down with you, sliding you against the sweaty spheres and soaking up her salty sweat. She moved you from her boobs to her armpit and pressed your face into her steamy underarm and holding you there for a moment by squeezing her arm to her side.
"Amy, Please Stop!" You mentally screamed. Your wish seemed to have been granted as the gym equipment stopped and the lights went out leaving only the light from the windows, and the gym teacher soon told the class that there had been a power outage in that wing of the building and that they could go to their dorms until it was fixed. The class filed into the dark locker rooms and began changing without showers. You were carried by Amy into a shower stall without any working water and as she dumped some of the water from her water bottle onto you she said to herself "Yuck, guess this rag is now my shower ". She wiped down her pits and boobs first, quickly sopping them with you, and moved down to her stomach, and then giving her ass and thighs a quick once over with water.
"She's not cleaning very well" you thought to yourself in confusion. She lightly rubbed her legs and feet and rung you out. You sat in confusion in her hand for a second before she squirted her body wash onto you and rubbed it in. You realize too late that she wasn't just going to wipe herself down, and was firmly pressed against her boobs as she lathered up and wiped you in her cleavage and around her boobs. She moved on to her pits and scrubbed them of any sweat and gunk, pushing your face firmly into them. However she skipped washing her torso and arms with you due to her limited amount of water and scrubbed around her pubic hair causing you to be poked with hairs as she scrubbed. After that she pulled you up into her massive cheeks and grabbed you from the top and bottom, and jerked you up and down, flossing her swampy ass with you, your face rubbing directly against her asshole. She pulled you out and moved down to her feet and scrubbed hard, rubbing sweat and grime away with you face.
"I knew I should've showered yesterday" you heard her say as she flossed between her toes with you. She rung you out of soap, water, sweat, and grime, then set you down on a shelf on the shower wall, leaving you in complete darkness as you listened to her pour the remainder of her water bottle over herself. She grabbed you again and wiped herself down to try to dry off. Once she had rubbed you along her body for the third time she set you back down on the shelf and got dressed into her normal clothes. She left, leaving the shower curtain open and allowing you to dimly see the locker room and into the washroom, which held many washing machines and only one dyer. As you sat on the shelf you saw a few girls throw their rags into a bin on wheels, having had the same idea as Amy. As one of them in ratty clothes walks by they glance in your direction and walk over to you. They reach past you and grab Amy's bodywash, which Amy had clumsily left in the shower, and put the body wash in her bag. She then saw you, and, in the darkness, she picked you up, holding you between her thumb and index finger and flung you into the bin for dirty clothes that the gym gives you if you don't have a proper change of clothes. After she threw you in, she threw in the clothes she wore during gym, which put you next to her large shorts, and you start to reform. A few more girls went by over the span of five minutes and the last one threw her borrowed bra on top of you, heavy with sweat, causing your chances to reform to plummet. You sat there for maybe a half hour, stuck to the bra in a (semi) normal form before you heard a staff worker push the cart into the laundry room, and you hear the staff member leave, a generator start, and the staff member coming back. Then you feel your entire world shift as they dump the bin into the washer and are further smushed by the clothes. They start the washer and you are tossed and soaked around for an hour, managing to survive due to your flexibility. After the washer is shut off, a staff member takes the clothes out of the washer and drops them into a bin. You wind up in a pocket of some shorts and are hung on clothesline. After an hour of two the clothes are dry and you are put in another bin which was wheeled off and put in a closet. You attempt to trek across the bin to get to the edge and spend hours crawling over shirts, shorts, bras, rags, and socks. Once you are at the edge you run into a problem, you can't climb the wall of the bin. It being night you decide to wait and go to sleep until the next day. You are woken up by the sounds of girls entering the locker room and changing. You decide to stay hidden as to not seem like a pervert and all goes well until someone grabs the pair of shorts that you were in the pocket of. As they carry you to a stall you panic on what might happen if they find you. As they slide them on it is a tight fit and they exclaim
"Is there something in these shorts?" Your blood runs cold as they reach their hand into their pocket and lift you to their face, revealing that they are...
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