(Chapter originally created by worstfailure)
As Rio contemplated the red spot on her leggings, she remembered the hole Lauren had patched for her yesterday, remembered her friend had repaired her leggings just after Rio had fallen during Twister, and remembered the last time she saw...
"Matt?"
You couldn't believe your luck! You'd spent the past day and night horrified that these leggings were going to be your permanent prison. Escape was impossible on your own, your body literally woven into the fabric of Rio's flesh-colored leggings with thread that was difficult to break even if you weren't an inch tall and now roughly the size and shape of a penny. You knew your only hope for salvation laid in someone noticing you, and knew that with your lousy luck it'd probably take weeks or even months before that happened. But your girlfriend's mother was such a sharp, eagle-eyed woman she'd been able to identify you as soon as she noticed your reddened face. You'd never been so grateful to have sunburn in your life!
Rio brought her face closer, the eye of your girlfriend's mother filling the sky. Her pupil contracted and you were reminded how insignificant you truly were before these titanic women that her pupil was bigger than your head. As she examined you, she took a long deep breath through her nose, then exhaled slowly. She moved back enough that you could see her fingers massaging her brow as if she felt a migraine coming on.
"So that's where you went. Ugh. Matt, what am I ever going to do with you?" she asked, sounding like the last vestiges of her patience had been exhausted. Her disapproving tone worried you. Rio was constantly telling you that you needed to watch out for yourself and be more careful and solve your own problems, but surely even she could see this problem was too big for you to handle on your own. You tried to say you were sorry but not even muffled words would come out of your flattened mouth. Instead you tried to apologize through your pleading eyes.
"NO!" Rio said harshly. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. I'm done being your nursemaid, Matt. How many times in the past month alone have I pointed you out to your mother, your sister, my daughter and warned them you were in trouble under their feet? Or wedged in their cleavage? Or flailing in their dinners? Or splattered under their asses? You don't know, do you? You weren't counting. I was. Twenty-six times. I needed to save you twenty-six times this month!"
Rio was using the word "save" rather charitably. And she was wrong. You had counted. And she'd only directly intervened to help you four times. Every other time she'd settled for giving oblique hints to whoever was unknowingly--or in Jenna's case knowingly--tormenting you and hoped they would figure it out and free you. Those hints tended to go right over Lauren and Mari's heads, leaving you stuck in the same position Rio had found you in, or, in the cases where you were being tormented by Jenna who understood Rio's hints loud and clear, would end with you in a worse spot than before since Jenna now knew she needed to stick you somewhere more discreet.
"And after each time," Rio continued sternly, "didn't I warn you to be more careful? To take stock of your surroundings? To be tougher?"
Rio really did vastly overestimate how much control a tiny like you had over your surroundings or the actions of others. The toughest tiny in the world could still be flattened by a short, twig of a girl without even trying. It didn't matter if the building that fell on you was two-stories tall or five-stories, it was still a building!
Your girlfriend's mother frowned and gave you another look. Your eyes remained pleading but she was unmoved.
"Look, Matt, I like you. Even if you weren't my best friend's son, you make my daughter happy. But I hate that every day with you my daughter runs the risk of being heartbroken, just waiting for the day where you get careless and end up lost forever. I won't always be around to save you. You have to learn to save yourself. Making you stronger is the only way I know how to protect her. I'm sorry, I know it sounds harsh, but I'm putting my foot down. I'm not going to save you from these leggings. And I'm not going to stop using my new favorite pair just because you got careless."
Your eyes went wide as dinner plates. No sooner had you registered the soul crushing weight of her words then Rio stood up and took off her pants, revealing her large, toned glutes. She couldn't be planning to wear you right now, could she?! But of course she was. She'd just told you she was to your sunburnt face. As she stepped through the leg holes and began to pull you up, you struggled as hard as you could, but it was as pointless now as it had been all through the night. All your efforts managed to do was make the center of your face vibrate slightly. The rest of your coin-shaped form remained tightly bound by the unbreakable thread running through your squashed body.
Just as you began to crest over Rio's cheeks, she looked over her shoulder and gave you an almost pitying look.
"I'm sorry it's come to this, Matt, but it's the only way you'll learn. When you're walking around as a free man due to your own initiative, you'll thank me. And if you can't..."
Rio hesitated, as if even she didn't know what would happen if you couldn't. She left the sentence hanging as she pulled you up the rest of the way, your sunburnt face pressed up against her firm right butt cheek as the leggings adhered so tightly to her sculpted ass and toned legs they may as well have been painted on. As she walked into the house, your face was ground against her ass, stretching back and forth painfully. You kept trying to struggle but your body was so tightly interwoven with Rio's leggings you and it may as well have been one being. You knew in your heart of hearts that escape was impossible on your own, but you didn't stop struggling. Couldn't stop. Rio's final words kept echoing in your ears.
"And if you can't..."
"What happens if I can't?!" you thought in a blind panic. "WHAT HAPPENS IF I CAN'T?!"
Putting you out of her mind, Rio finished getting ready and grabbed her car keys. She plopped down into the driver's seat and her tight ass landing on top of you with the force of a meteor crashing into the earth. You heard muffled music coming from the radio. You recognized it was one of her playlists to pump her up for the gym. Rio was going to Focused Fitness.
The question was, how intense is the workout Rio has planned?
1) Very: Rio's been planning to do one of the most rigorous workouts in her life. She'll be in Exercise Mode all day, and you won't get a moment's peace. But maybe a tough workout will begin loosening the "unbreakable" threads?
2) Not Very but Still Painful: Rio's regiment for today is more relaxed, with her planning mostly yoga. There's less chance of wear and tear for her leggings, and an increased chance of pain for you with her poses.
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