(Chapter originally created by PhoenixStriker)
After consideration, it made the most sense to you to try and flag down one of the actual Focused Fitness employees, of which there were quite a few wandering the premises. With the backup of an unaffected woman on your side, there was surely no way anything could go wrong.
Fortuitously enough, there was actually an employee extremely nearby. Behind the tiny section was a lengthy row of state-of-the-art exercise bikes. Right in the middle of the section, one of the bikes was currently being repaired. A uniformed Focused Fitness employee was leaning against the machine, staring intently at the electronic display as she peeled back the battery cover and started messing with some sort of wiring issue. There was even a second employee shuffling around too, seemingly replacing dirty and sweat-caked seat covers with fresh new ones.
Giving the other remaining tinies nearby a look of solidarity, you began marching off, intent on seeing this mission through to the end.
The trek towards the working employee took a few minutes, and passed without major incident. There weren't too many women riding the exercise bikes, and even those that were weren't an issue with their feet up on the pedals and not stomping around you. Ironically, it was only the second employee replacing the seat covers who nearly squashed you under her sole, and she served as further evidence that Focused Fitness' staff was really not trained for tiny safety. With the exception of that Ellie woman, no employee you'd seen so far seemed like a safe bet to be around without clearly maintaining attention.
It was for that reason that, upon reaching the broken exercise bike, you decided to scale the bike to get closer to the employee's level instead of shouting at her from the ground. You didn't want to risk killing your voice just for your cries to go unheard, or for the woman to subconsciously overcompensate upon hearing your voice, step back as she turned around, and crush you without noticing. Besides, you reasoned, with the machine broken there wasn't any risk of someone coming and sitting on you. You should, in theory, have an interrupted easy conversation with the employee.
By the time you flopped up onto the bike seat, you were well and truly out of breath and quite sweaty. The climb had really taxed your muscle strength and endurance, but you'd made it. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you winced at the feeling of your hands and feet against the squishy but damp and dusty foam padding of the seat. Apparently, this seat still hadn't been fitted with a fresh seat cover, so you were standing atop just the foam padding underneath (which very obviously was never cleaned judging by the bits of grime and the faint stench).
You glanced at the woman, seeing that she still hadn't noticed your arrival atop the bike seat, as her full attention was on fixing the wiring. In fact, it was almost cute how focused she looked, her tongue sticking out a bit in concentration. Shaking your thoughts from admiring her appearance and remembering your mission, you cleared your throat and opened your mouth to speak.
"Excuse me!" You began. "Can you please--"
*SLAM*
Faster than you could even blink, the woman's left hand (which you hadn't even realized was resting on her hip while she used her right hand to fix the wiring) rose up and slammed down atop your body. With a barely audible squelch, your plea was cut off mid-sentence as your body flattened out into a thin blob. The padded foam of the bare bike seat absorbed the impact of your flattening body, preventing the woman from feeling anything out of the ordinary as her smooth hand crushed you into a tiny sticker. From the angle she crushed you, your face was crushed headfirst into the padding, leaving only your backside visible.
The employee let out a long sigh. "God damn that took forever. Think I finally got it." She muttered under her breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and reattached the back cover on the display, grinning as the exercise bike flashed back to life.
More than ready to finally go on break, the woman started to turn when she noted the bare bike seat. Grimacing, the woman locked eyes with the various pieces of dust and grime that had collected in the foam, as well as some weirdly shaped tan sticker. Frowning, she waved to her nearby co-worker.
"Hey! I need a replacement cover for this seat." The employee called, taking a big swig from the water bottle at her feet.
In seconds, the other woman rushed over. She was the employee who had been replacing the old seat covers, and she smiled congenially. "Sure thing! Just wanted to wait until you were done." She glanced down at the extremely well-used foam padding and smirked. "Gotta cover up this bad boy, huh?"
The first employee, smirked. "Definitely. These seats are comfy as hell, but they sure aren't lookers." She laughed, the second employee joining her, and then she wandered off to take her break.
Meanwhile, you'd been doing nothing but silently screaming for help and willing yourself to reform. Sadly, all of your willpower felt drained, and you realized with horror that your rush to run over to the bikes and scale the seat had totally drained you of stamina. As the oblivious and careless employees above you conversed and laughed, you remained squashed flat as a sticker to the foam padding, totally unable to reform despite your most desperate desire to.
It was not to be, sadly, and you felt a terrible chill run down your spine as the second employee leaned over the seat to adjust it with a brand new fresh seat cover. Without sparing so much as a single glance at the weird tan sticker stuck to the foam, the employee stretched the taut cover across the width and length of the seat. She tucked the edges of the cover under the seat, where they hooked into sharp points to make sure the cover stayed in place without slipping free accidentally. Once secure, she let the cover snap tight across the seat, smiled approvingly at her work, and wandered off.
As soon as the cover snapped tight, you knew that you were screwed. Some hopeful part of you had begged fate to let the cover be super loose, or maybe easy to wriggle out of. Alas, the cover was one of the most constricting things you'd ever felt trapped by in your entire life, and it knocked what little air you had left in your lungs straight out of you as it constricted around you like a python claiming its prey. There wasn't a single nanometer to squirm, let alone even dream of reforming. You were one-hundred percent trapped.
To say nothing of the horrific realization that you were, indeed, tucked underneath the seat cover. You'd been squished to a bike seat before (many, many times) but never underneath a cover like this. To the outside world, you were one-hundred percent invisible and hidden under the dark black cover. No one would be able to see you, and you were too squashed to think about crying out or escaping without help. And yet, at the same time, who would even know where to find you? Mari and Rio would be oblivious to what had happened to you, and no one else you knew would be any help. Were you trapped until an employee next changed the seat cover...or even longer? When were the covers even changed? What had you done to deserve this?
Your miserable mindset was only further compounded as you could just faintly hear footsteps approaching, followed by two female voices laughing.
"I'm telling you, there's no way you're doing thirty miles today." The first voice said in a taunting manner.
"Watch me, Mandy." The second voice, and the one closer to you, replied. "It'll only take me two hours or so. I'm a super fast biker!"
"Okay, Bella, sure." The first girl, Mandy, laughed again. "Just text me when you're done for the day. I'll be working out somewhere else in the gym." You faintly heard a distinct 'smack' sound. "Burn that bubble booty fat, girl!"
The second voice, Bella, gasped. "Mandy! Come on, it's called 'toning'. My butt might be big, but it's all muscle!"
There was an agonizingly long moment of silence, and then you could hear the exercise bike creak for a single second before your life was absolutely decimated and dominated by all-encompassing crushing sensation, curtesy of your new oblivious tormentor's gigantic glutes.
As Bella's truly tremendous booty settled onto the seat, her hefty cheeks threatened to spill right off the sides. Thankfully, Bella smiled, the Focused Fitness seats were the comfiest in the world, making riding for hours a relaxing breeze. Taking a swig of her water, Bella popped in her earbuds and started to pedal, her thick ass cheeks methodically shifting and grinding back and forth against the seat.
What happens next?
1) Bella puts the bike seat through such an intense beating that it already needs a replacement cover by the time she's done. Are you already saved?
2) You suffer under Bella, then under more and more girls for the rest of the day. Mari, having forgotten she even came to the gym with you, heads home when Rio gets off work. You are now truly alone. For how long will this torment last?
3) Mari remembers you when Rio's class is over, but can't find you after searching. She reluctantly heads home, but vows to visit the gym each day to keep searching for you.
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