Chapter #5Bagged the Job (Part 1) by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Wdffedfx)
Another hour passed before you were able to wake up again. Now you were no longer a nearly folded red towel in a box, but a bundled up towel in Rio’s hands. The Brazilian woman was in the middle of forcing your body through the opening of her gym bag.
If you had the strength to move then you would have shuddered. It wasn’t the force of Rio’s grip that had woken you up, nor was it the dizzying motion of your body being placed in her gym bag. Rather it was the malodorous stench of dried sweat and bodily odors that diffused up to your decimated, yet still functioning nostrils. Unfortunately, the medieval torture device that your mother used to stretch you out had sapped away any form of autonomy that you once possessed. You weren’t even sure that you had the physical strength to twitch your body let alone return to your original form. It was likely that you would need an immense amount of time to recuperate your physical strength and return to your original form, or some outside assistance. Neither of which you would attain if you were to be regularly used as a towel.
The foggy residues of Rio’s gym clothing curled around your form as you felt the muscular woman pump her arms to squeeze you in with the sweaty contents of her gym bag. After an audible grunt from the person that you hoped to call your mother-in-law in the future, you felt her hand retract as the rank atmosphere of the gym bag’s interior condensed as minute of sweat over your form. Imperceptible to Rio as she zipped up her bag, but you were able to smell the stringency, feel the cloying sensation, and taste the bitter quality of the dried sweat that seeped into your body. You could only hope that your time within Rio’s gym bag would end soon, but she had a full day ahead working at her gym. Thus, your hopes had fallen as swiftly as they fell when Rio opened her bag once more. As you felt her powerful palms push you to the side, dragging your sensitive skin against the flecks of dirt and stale sweat residue that the other items in the bag were covered with, so that she could grab her workout clothes. You didn’t even have the physical faculties to shift your gaze as she undressed her top. The light that spilled out from the ceiling and into the bag illuminated the outline of Rio’s body like a radiant halo. It disgusted you that you were forced to view the mother of your girlfriend in her nubile glory. But you couldn’t deny the beauty of the bronze marbles skin of a woman whose expression you could scarcely read. But you were sure that she held a dear amount of affection for you as her daughter’s boyfriend. The voluminous hefts of her chests heaved upward in synchrony with the expansion of her triceps. The bulging feminine curves and firm muscle were quickly veiled by the sports top that Rio donned. One that hugged tightly against the bronzed woman’s curves. She then ducked out of sight and left you to soak in the moisture of her stale bodily fluid and dirt before returning. Rio had swapped out her lower wear for a tight pair of leggings. Her ensemble complete, she shoved her day clothes in with you, zipped up the bag, and left you to fester in the sodden and muggy environment.
Hours passed as you tried to distract yourself with memories of the past. Times when you weren’t subjected to the pressure or heat of the bodies of women that you knew and didn’t know. The thought that being a top for your girlfriend Mari, or even a skirt for your sister Jenna even became palatable to you. In the former case you would at least be close to the heart of the woman that you most cherished in the world. Even if she was unaware of it and you would much rather be in her aware company. In the latter case, your sister would undoubtedly find out some way and tease you to no end. However, despite the pranks that she would put you through, they never resulted in a permanent situation. And it seemed that despite her mean-spirited teasing, Jenna had never taken it too far with you. Both scenarios, you had thought, would have eventually led to a possibility to you being freed. You would have also thought that you would have eventually been freed from being Rio’s towel as well. However, you couldn’t help but feel nervous that the eagle-eyed woman gave no indication of thinking that you were anything but a red towel. These negative thoughts only continued to fester as you soaked and absorbed the thick miasma of Rio’s after workout sweat from the surrounding contents in the gym bag. The nebulous space only offered the zest of the mature woman’s musk to permeate your senses and fill your thoughts. Still weak, you couldn’t help but fall back into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness once more.
Meanwhile, Rio could feel a wealth of sweat pour out of her pores and douse her uniform. The mature woman could feel her feet squelch on the surface of the mat that she was standing on as the students in her class filtered out of the room. Rubbing the back of her hand against her forehead confirmed to Rio the moist state her body was left in after a particularly intensive day of working out. Her thoughts, for the first time today, drifted to the red towel that she had ordered from her dear friend Lauren.
“It’s a relief that the order was completed just when we needed it.” The personal trainer recalled how a recent accident had ruined the personal towels allotted for the fitness center’s employees. It may have just been one towel, but it was a much needed addition to the few remaining fuzzy rectangles that the gym had left.
“I should probably put it in the reinforcement solvent that our gym procured from…the CTC.” Rio said bitterly as she sauntered through the hallway and to her personal locker. As an establishment, the CTC may have been one of the worst infrastructures to have come into existence these past couple of decades. An organization that seemed to exist only to further the pains and unnecessary tribulations that tinies had to face. It is because of such programs that served the indulgent desires of cruel women that Rio hadn’t let up on her strict hands-off guidance of Matt. Regardless, the reinforcing solvent, that was one of base active ingredients of Full-length spray, had been also been shown to refortify normal fabrics and tinex. Thus the gym has soaked each of the remaining towels in the cheap liquid due to unnecessary financial risks their establishment might run into if they didn’t.
Rio opened her locker and the gym bag and pulled out the red towel. She trailed her fingers along the fuzzy edges, the fit woman once more appreciating Lauren’s craftsmanship. Then she carried the six-foot by two-and-a-half foot rectangle before placing it in bin filled with clear liquid. “It should be ready by the time that I’m out of the shower.” Rio announced causally to herself as she stepped out of the employee’s locker space and into the fitness center’s employee shower room. She stretched her burning limbs, relishing in the residual hues of pleasurable pain that usually followed her fitness instruction sessions. The hot water from the shower head doused her body with a steamy liquid that seemed to wash away the fatigue in her muscles and revitalized the women.
Meanwhile, just moments ago you saw Rio with a significantly much sweatier countenance. Her short and close-cropped black hair was matted against her head from the briny perspiration that covered her body. A piquant liquid that you felt squeeze out of her pores and into your form as she carried you out. The intense musk of your girlfriend’s mother filled your compressed lungs as she hugged your to her searing flesh. If you could gag then you would happily do so, as it might have alerted the observant Rio to your situation. Instead, you were just callously dropped into a clear and bubbling liquid. One that tingled at first contact with your skin. Then you felt your body begin to heat up, before the liquid felt more skin to a fiery liquid. The sensations that you felt were a result of the bubbling liquid changing your body at the level of your cellular tissues. The base component of “Full-length spray” roughly having the same effect on your body as the safe-for-use tiny product. Fortunately, the pain was only a flash in your sensorium before it was replaced by a dull numbness. The changes to your body made to your current form seemed to strengthen the effects of the dyes and chemicals that your mother had used on you earlier. You drifted lazily in the clear pool just in time for the marbled and naked physique of your girlfriend’s mother to step out. Her full body in your tired gaze was a reminder of how youthful the mature woman looked. That she looked more like a more athletic older sister of your girlfriend than her mother. Rio’s large breasts and her sizable backside were held aloft by the firmness of her curves. Rugged musculature that worked in tandem to complete such a subtle movement as picking you up.
For Rio, wrapping the fuzzy red towel around her body, to soak up the sweat and dirt-tinged moisture was like the cherry-on-top for the spartan woman’s daily regimen. She would have cooed from the gentle sensation of the fibers rubbing against her supple flesh, if she wasn’t already used to such sensations from working at Focused Fitness for as long as she had.
Meanwhile, you were forced to suck up bodily byproducts that poured out of bronzed marble of Rio’s musculature. Her prominent flesh overwhelmed your consciousness as it seemed to consume your awareness. Her perky bosom jutted out against your top fuzzy half, while slivers of your svelte lining was caught in the shelf of her ass. A little sliver of the fabric that you were stretched out into were even caught within the crevice between the inner surfaces of Rio’s posterior. The hefty muscle and slick flesh rubbed against your invisible features and proceeded to rub them down. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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