(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Thankfully, Ellie recalled at the last second which bin was which, and the brunette smiled as she dumped you into the already half-full bin, before sauntering off to head home after a long and productive day.
You remained ignorant of how close you'd just come to a horribly different future, instead being preoccupied with how arduous this current one was. As your towel-shaped body settled into the bin alongside a few other rank and sweat-stained towels and rags, you could only mentally bemoan the disgustingness of your situation. As frozen as you were by the Full Length spray, there truly was no way you could save yourself from this mess, and could only beg and pray that Lauren would retrieve you soon...assuming she could track you down in the first place!
It didn't even phase you as a dark-skinned Focused Fitness instructor you didn't recognize strolled by and dropped two musty-smelling towels right onto your face, obscuring your view and forcing the stench right into your squished nostrils. By this point, it was apparent that you'd be enduring a good deal of suffering in your immediate future, and that your only recourse at this point was just to tough it all out and hope some benign being was watching, and that your mother would come strolling through the door to rescue you at any moment.
As the lights of Focused Fitness got flicked off, and the doors were locked, you fought through the nausea in your stomach from the stench and sweat all around you, and slipped away into a fitful slumber. You needed your strength up after all, as you had a pretty good feeling the women of Focused Fitness were not about to take it easy on the fresh new towel joining their ranks.
*****
You awoke in a spinning and thrashing nightmare, and your mind launched into panic before briefly catching up to speed and remembering your towel-shaped nightmare you were trapped in. Context clues made it clear you were in a dryer, having apparently slept straight through the wash cycle. It was nice to feel clean again, but as the tumbling of the dryer stopped and the lid was opened, a sense of foreboding washed away any peace of mind you might've felt. You knew what was coming next, after all.
After a minute of waiting, light flooded upon you, and a dark-skinned hand reached into the dryer and retrieved you, bringing you back out into the openness of the laundry room. As the woman holding you was positioning you in such a way to face towards her body, you were able to get a good look at her, realizing from your inability to recall her how thoroughly clueless you were on the staff of Focused Fitness.
She was the same black woman from the previous day, but seeing her for longer and in the full light made it clear how gorgeous and intimidating she was. She had brown eyes and short, curly brown hair. Her noticeably pronounced curves were on full display, as was most of her tight body due to her attire of a simple Focused Fitness logo emblazoned sports bra and compression shorts. Even more so than Rio, the woman's flesh was all muscle, her physique even more chiseled than your girlfriend's mother. Her toned body would've frightened you under normal circumstances, but the woman's easy-going smile made it clear she wasn't as hard-as-nails as her body suggested.
"Oh, sweet. This is the new towel, right?" The black woman muttered to herself while smiling, her tight grip on you increasing. "And it's Tinex! Awesome, this should really hold up under pressure."
Another voice called out from behind the woman. "Admiring Rio's new purchase, Jonelle?"
The woman holding you, Jonelle apparently, looked over her shoulder. "Ah, shoulda known she went out and got one. She's real proactive about that stuff, isn't she?"
The mystery woman walked into view, playfully bumping shoulders with Jonelle before gazing down at you. "Wow, that does look really soft! You've gotta give me a turn later today, especially before my Zumba class!"
While Jonelle appeared to be about thirty years old or so, the new girl was somewhere around twenty-five or twenty-six. Her more youthful face lit up with enthusiasm upon looking at you, but there was also some sort of desirous glint in her eye that suggested she'd really put you through the wringer if she got her hands on you. You couldn't see much of her from how Jonelle was now holding you, but you could see that the girl was of Chinese descent, and she had silky dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her smooth tanned skin was on full-display in her outfit as showy as Jonelle's, and the girl's chest was large but smaller than most women in your life.
Jonelle rolled her eyes. "Sure, sure. Give the girl who destroyed our other towels the brand new one. Great idea."
The slightly shorter girl pouted. "Hey, this is Tinex, isn't it? I'm pretty sure it can handle me!"
The taller woman chuckled. "Alright, Lihua. I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I'll give you a turn after my Boxing class this morning. Just leave some fabric strands left for the rest of us when you're done."
The shorter spitfire, Lihua, stuck out her tongue and sauntered off as Jonelle chuckled again. Your new owner then tossed you over her shoulder (yet again thankfully positioned in such a way so you could stare out at the world, albeit upside-down), and began leaving the laundry room to head to the back of Focused Fitness, where she held her weekly Boxing class. As she walked, she couldn't help but absentmindedly rub a thumb up and down on her new towel, excited to put it to use after enduring a string of less-than capable towels in the past few months.
As Jonelle walked, you gazed out at the gym, which was just beginning to fill up with patrons since the doors had just been unlocked. You desperately flicked your gaze back and forth, begging someone or anyone to spot you and free you from this mess. You knew it was futile, of course, as you were towel-shaped and completely dyed red, with only the tiniest bit of your eyes still visible to someone explicitly peering at you intently, but your hope remained. Alas, said hope dyed as the world moved on around you, women laughing and chatting and smiling, all oblivious of the poor tiny boy suffering in their midst as Jonelle walked by.
Your heart especially shattered as you watched Mari standing beside her mother, the two apparently about to head off to Rio's own class. Your girlfriend was all smiles, and you silently screamed at her to notice, only for her to smirk at some joke told by Ellie, who was also nearby, and then Mari and Rio wandered off. Seeing your girlfriend walk away was yet another reminder that Lauren, and only Lauren, knew of the mess you were in at the moment, and even then she believed you were with Rio, and not some abused communal exercise towel left at the mercy of the Focused Fitness staff!
Right before Jonelle slipped into her Boxing class room to begin her instructing, you caught a glimpse of the whipping ponytail of Lihua, and were better able to catch a glimpse of her full-body. Your jaw figuratively dropped open upon doing so, as you finally took notice of the girl's truly tremendously-sized ass. The shorter girl possessed what could've been the largest booty you'd seen in your life except for your Aunt Cass, and it wobbled and shook even within the confines of her skintight leggings. No wonder Jonelle had joked about Lihua destroying towels. There was no doubt the Chinese girl's derriere had destroyed many lesser towels with sheer girth and sweat...and you felt a pang of worry about enduring that booty yourself.
Still, thanks to that damned Full Length spray, there wasn't a thing you could do to free yourself or save yourself. You were an unwitting passenger in your own life at this point.
Jonelle strode into her class and grinned at the other women. "Alright, ladies. Who's ready to sweat their butts off?"
*****
Your entire body ached with a numbness you could barely process, and yet it had only been a week. Day after day you hoped for sudden salvation, and day after day you were cruelly denied rescue. Your suffering as a towel for the instructors of Focused Fitness continued uninterrupted for seven days, and you were yet again spinning around the dryer. Your battered body was sore and exhausted, but there was still no end in sight.
You'd been manhandled and abused by every single woman who worked at the gym for the past week, mercilessly and without end. Jonelle dragged your body along her rock-hard abs and soaked armpits after Boxing class, Rio scrubbed you between her toes and along her thigs after her personal training workouts, Ellie washed off her gargantuan breasts with your soaked body after her Spin classes, and Lihua (as she'd warned) utterly dominated you with her ass after her Zumba classes, flossing you between her cheeks and into her crack to soak up every last bit of sweat and stench. It wasn't long before all the women fell in love with the wonderful new Tinex towel, much to your dismay.
As the dryer cycle ended, and the lid popped open, you mentally groaned and steeled yourself for another miserable day. Was there truly no end in sight?
1) It's Lihua, eager to bring her favorite towel into her next Zumba class. Another day, and another week, of constant use begins!
2) It's Rio, with a confused look on her face. Lauren's been saying weird jokes about Matt and towels lately, and the Brazilian beauty is beginning to wonder if maybe she knows where her daughter's boyfriend has vanished to this past week.
3) It's Lauren! She's been hearing about an amazing new towel at Focused Fitness, and so she got permission to take it home and use it as a model to make more. But...wait...does that mean she's already forgotten that YOU are the amazing new towel?
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