This choice: She pulls and stretches you out into the distinct shape of a sweat towel. • Go Back...Chapter #4Torturous Workout by: bobob1   Smirking sadistically, Charlotte began pulling and stretching your miniscule little body, sending painful waves shooting through your body. With practiced expertise, your cruel cousin pulled your face taut, stretching your head out into a long square. She did the same to the rest of your body, kneading and working her fingers through your body, squishing you flat, stretching you out, and creating small bumps and ruffles in your squishy flesh.
When she was finished, you caught a brief glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror, and nearly fainted upon realizing that Charlotte had stretched and molded you into a near-perfect replica of a sweat towel. You were exactly the right size and shape, with only your frightened, cartoonishly elongated face giving away your true identity. Unfortunately, Charlotte was smart enough to notice the dead-giveaway.
“Just…one last…fix…” Charlotte said out loud, mostly to taunt you, as you were truly powerless to stop her. Mentally crying out to the heavens for salvation, you winced in pain as your cousin scrubbed at your face with her first, smearing and blurring your facial features until she had essentially rubbed them away. Your vision turned black as your own squishy body was folded and stretched over itself, hiding the final remaining clue of your humanity.
Now the perfect little sweat towel, Charlotte happily waited for her mother to return, resting you delicately in the palm of her hand. As soon as Mia walked back in, energetic music blaring from her phone’s speakers, Charlotte held you out with a sincere smile.
“This is my favorite sweat towel mom.” Charlotte explained, a beautiful smile radiating from her face. “I’d like you to have it. It’s very comfortable, and works great!”
Mia grinned, grabbing you from her daughter and clenching you tightly in her fist. “Thanks sweetie! You’re so kind!” She gave her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek and soothingly rubbed her head for a second. She then set her phone down, stepped back onto her mat, and draped you behind her head, resting on the back of her neck.
Giving a nod to her daughter, Mia resumed her workout, a naively satisfied smile on her face as she did squats and lunges, working her body’s muscles. With blissful ignorance, Mia enjoyed every second of quality time with her daughter, the thought of a specific, one-inch tall nephew never returning to her mind. Charlotte’s plot to manipulate her mother into forgetting about you had been a complete success.
After about ten minutes of being hung around your aunt’s neck, Mia began doing jumping jacks, and the frantic motion of her body shook you loose. Your sweat towel shaped body fluttered to the ground, landing on top of Mia’s yoga mat, and dangerously close to her huge, dirty feet that were stomping over and over as she jumped.
You willed your body to reform as fast as possible, but your squishy flesh simply refused to budge from its current shape. Charlotte’s rather violent molding had done a number on you, and it would take a good while to reform at this rate. Still, that didn’t stop you from trying, though it was futile. Charlotte, discreetly, flashed you a faux smile and a wink, unaware your vision was blackened.
Suddenly, your situation became a million times worse, as Mia moved onto sitting exercises. Unaware that her sweat towel had slipped from her neck, Mia plopped down onto her yoga mat. Her ridiculously massive ass crashed down onto your towel-shaped body with an audible “SMACK”, her fleshing quivering even inside her constricting yoga pants. All of Mia’s weight pressed down onto you, squeezing the life out of your very soul.
In only a few quick seconds, the copious amounts of sweat your aunt had worked up washed over your body, coating you in thick, sticky layers of the slime-like substance. A foul odor wafting from her butt penetrated your senses, nearly knocking you unconscious. You mentally groaned and cried, but of course, your mute pleas fell on Mia’s deaf ears, and Charlotte’s uncaring ears.
In fact, Charlotte had noticed the entire thing, and was biting into her lip to stop herself from laughing. A light blush had flushed her cheeks, her inner sadist enjoying ever second of her bug-sized cousin being tormented beneath her mother’s gargantuan posterior. Meanwhile, Mia was dancing to her music, shifting her butt back and forth as she reached for her toes, succeeding only in grinding her meaty butt cheeks side-to-side across her poor, battered nephew.
You could do nothing but wallow in agony beneath Mia for the next thirty minutes, until she finally stood up to finish with a few standing stretches. Of course, your squishy body had nearly bonded with the fabric of her skintight yoga leggings after so much pressure and weight had been exerted onto you, and her sticky sweat held you to her jiggly rear end like glue.
Charlotte struggled to contain her laughter, but oblivious Mia merely interpreted her daughter’s large smile and occasional giggles as a sign that she was having fun. Filled with joy, Mia really put her all into her last few stretches. You were pulled taut across the vast expanse of her ass, your squishy limits tested. Mentally sobbing, you tried some more to break free and reform, mostly out of desperation.
Mia shut down her music and let out a long sigh, putting her hands on her hips. Flashing her daughter a weary smile, Mia laughed. “That was quite the work out Charlotte. I had so much fun!”
“I had fun too mom.” Charlotte smirked, her eyes flicking between her mother’s earnest face and the tan blob on her mother’s ass that she knew was her tiny little cousin.
A thought trickled into Charlotte’s brain. If she didn’t say a word, it was possible that Mia wouldn’t notice where you had disappeared to. Then, if she ran her yoga pants through the wash, your body could be even further absorbed and engrained into the fabric. Charlotte entertain the thought of her pathetic little cousin becoming a permanent addition to her mother’s leggings, and her cheeks grew hotter.
On the other hand, Charlotte had designed you to be a sweat towel, and it felt unfair to rob you of your new purpose in life, especially after her mother had expressed so much interest and happiness over receiving you as a gift. Charlotte knew her mother would come up with a lot of fantastic, unknowingly sadistic ways to torment her new “sweat towel”.
Knowing she only had a few more seconds to decide, Charlotte opened her mouth to speak.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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