Chapter #6Bagged the Job (Part 2) by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Wdffedfx)
As a result of the definition of Rio’s toned body your imperceptible sensory organs were slightly eroded. Bringing you closer to a state of dependence on this marbled goddess for sensory information. All the while, you couldn’t help but wish that this torture would end, and that you would be back safely in the hands of an individual aware of your existence. Your mind was torn asunder as fresh streams of suds and diluted sweat poured and were absorbed into the fine bristles of your form.
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With a content sigh, Rio walked back to her locker and pulled out her casual clothes. With a deftness possessed by a personal trainer she unwound you from her frame and dropped you down onto the bench. Although, to say you were in the clear would be too soon. For you dimming vision saw the gratuitous display of the tons of flesh and muscle of Rio’s backside plummet down towards you.
Rio sat down as she pulled her casual wear back over her body. The tanned woman started with her top that she pulled down over her dried torso. Such an action resulted in a casual shuffle and grinding of her rear against the fuzzy surface of the towel. The piles of firm gelatinous flesh bounced over you several times in short succession. A proverbial beatdown from a woman that regularly dwarfed your size from what might have been the strongest muscle in her body. Rio’s Gluteus Maximus tensed over your body and tugged a portion of you inward and into the recesses of her murky depths. The cavernous crack still had dredges of moisture that you didn’t fully absorb earlier. Musky fumes suffused your weak body and piled your mind with an overwhelming shame and self-derision. As you were treated as nothing more than an object, by someone who would usually be able to pick you as a slight discoloration on someone’s skin. Such a fact left you feeling that your situation was as it stands bleak. Finally, you thanked whoever was listening when the prodigious mountains of toned padding finally lifted off you. Rio’s cheeks tensed and masticated a portion of your sides before you dropped off as soiled red towel.
At least that is how you felt. Rio couldn’t help but marvel as she hid the stalwart padding of her ass within her casual leggings. There wasn’t even a stain or sign of visible dampness on you.
“Huh…if I didn’t know that this was Tinex then I might have thought that it was Matt.” Rio remarked as she looked at the rectangular fuzzy fabric. The towel had left a unique sensation on Rio’s skin. She recalled how it hugged her skin tightly and felt like a bundle of warm and fuzzy bristles. Almost like a tongue that soaked up all the unwanted dirt and moisture from her body. Although, another side of Rio’s equally rational mind reminded her of how other Tinex towels felt. This one hadn’t felt that much different from other towels she used at the gym. Although, what both sides of Rio’s internal debate did not consider was that the personal trainer was usually in the residual throes of an intense workout at the gym. The fine pleasures that come from wrapping her shapely marbled form in soft Tinex towels would would have been hard to discern from Matt in the first place. For Rio was someone that usually loses sense of her surroundings around aspects of intense exercise.
Meanwhile , blearily you couldn’t help but cheer after hearing Rio being suspicious of your identity. Alas, the her train of thought was derailed as a coworker decided now was a good moment to pop up into the locker room. Her name was Ellie, the tiny-certified instructor at Focus Fitness. Even relative to your un-stretched size, Ellie’s chest was monumental compared to Rio’s own perky melons. Her bundles of adipose tissue strained against the fibers of a much too-small sports bra. A tiny piece of clothing that was nearly bursting at the seams as it struggled to contain the weight of Ellie’s mammary glands and her sweat. They looked like figurative mountains that threatened to collapse at any moment in an avalanche of flesh. The sweat that pooled in Ellie’s cleavage was from day of a self-training. As the tinies at the fitness center training alone. It was for the best as, like many of the kind women in your life, Ellie was someone that was not that observant of the tinies in her immediate surroundings.
“Hi Rio! I see that you finished up, and is that the new towel.” Ellie pointed her digit at you as her eyes lit up in relief. Rio nodded in response before biting her lip in rumination and coming to a decisive conclusion. That her initial concern was merely a result of learned caution from being in your squashed presence more times than she could count these past 10 years. Furthermore, it was a conclusion that the older woman arrived at after juggling the matter that she had promised her colleagues at least another towel before the week’s end. Regardless, Rio resolved to herself that she would keep a close ear and eye at Lauren to see if she made any mention about your whereabouts.
“Yea. I know that you have had a hard time with the shortage of towels. Here!” The edges of Rio’s lips turned upwards ever so slightly as she gave a sincere smile to her coworker. The bronzed woman recognized that the similarly fit woman was one of the few that would much appreciate the addition of Lauren’s order to their fitness center’s supplies.
“Thanks a bunch. There just aren’t enough towels lately. And I don’t really have that much time to just air my body out, and I totes don’t want to go home feeling sweaty.” Ellie grimaced at the thought of feeling the briny slime of perspiration dry on her body on the way home. She then proceeded to drape the towel over her slick breast flesh.
“See you tomorrow!” Ellie said as Rio picked up her gym bag and walked in the opposite direction of the shower room. The mother on her way home to spend some time with her daughter who would be rocking a newly acquired bikini top courtesy of your mother Lauren. Meanwhile, you were resting on Ellie’s sopping mounds of flesh. Forced to join the bouncy ride of her breasts and to soak up the splashes of stringent sweat that ricocheted off the springy mattresses. You were left in a state of confusion as to why Rio would leave you alone with this woman. To be used as an object. You were completely unaware of the bronzed woman’s internal wrestling of your identity. Regardless, you were completely incapable of communicating your situation to Rio even if she kept an eye specifically at you. As the reinforcing solvent had weathered away your strength to a point that you were nothing more than a flaccid sheet of fluffy material. One that was hung up as the large breasted fitness trainer slid out of her sportswear with visible consternation. The soaked clothing dragged off her frame with a wet smack. A foreboding premonition of what you would have to try to contain immediately following the steamy shower that Ellie was currently taking.
With the little time that you had, you tried to struggle and wiggle your frame to hopefully give Rio’s coworker some clue as to your sentience. However, it was a futile endeavor and a reminder of how little you actually were in this world. Even when stretched out to be as long as six feet. The water’s intensity reached a plateauing intensity before petering out. And then the steamy fog of warm water wafted away as the large-chested woman stepped outside and made a beeline for your hanging form.
The only movement that your body made was from Ellie lifting your body up and rubbing your skin against her own. If you could groan then Ellie might not have been able to hear them over her appreciative moans. She much desired the feel of absorptive Tinex towel sucking up the dirt-speckled moisture that trickled off her body. She moved the towel up over her heaving breasts and against her hardened nubs for nipples. The erogenous zones brought an unintended euphoric tinge to the experience that Ellie swiftly shifted from. As the purpose of this towel was to soak up her body’s liquid refuse and nothing more. You were much appreciative of her stance as you were released from the wealth of breast flesh that bulldozed over your thin body. From there she roughly glided your body over her belly, her hips, and her ass. The soft flesh overwhelmed you with their pungent scent and weight before your were dragged along to the end of her feet and squished between her toes.
If you knew what was to come, you would have breathed a sigh of relief. In mere moments you found yourself soaked and wrapped tightly against the chest and trim torso of the physical trainer that unknowingly tested your limits. You could barely hear Ellie say that she should bring you to the washing machine as she walked back to her locker. The weight of her breasts was a constant and dynamic force in your mind. Like a pair of bulldozers they smashed down on your stretched out body. By the time that she had removed you and put on her day clothes, you were unsure if you could last another day after experiencing being a towel for two women.
Feeling sufficiently dried and now clothed, Ellie wrapped your body around her arm and walked over to unfamiliar territory. Into a room in the back with a washing machine and dryer. Adjacent to these electronics were a two laundry baskets filled with a couple red towels. Your screams were inaudible and unheard by Ellie as she dropped you into a bin to be cleaned in the following morning.
1)Ellie correctly places you in the bin of red towels for the fitness center’s employees. You become familiar with Rio, Ellie, and the other fitness center employee’s bodies as you used as a towel by the gym employees for a week without anyone noticing your sentience.
2)Ellie misplaces in the bin of red towels for the fitness center’s members. You are now a towel for the communal use of the gym’s customers. Are you used by someone that you know?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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