(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Rio was psyched for her first session of a brand-new exercise program, and couldn't wait to begin. It was the first session in Focused Fitness' new 'Intensity X' program.
As Rio crossed by the full-sized wall mirror in her private class room, however, she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the miniscule red splotch on her otherwise pristine leggings. She frowned, and almost hesitated for a moment, but persevered.
Rio hoped that her daughter's boyfriend wasn't taking her treatment personally, like it was some sort of attack against him (or tinies themselves, for that matter). Rio practically considered herself a champion of tiny rights, as she was willing to truly treat them like human beings. But if she wouldn't go easy on unaffected woman in one of her classes, she wouldn't go easy on an affected little tiny. Rio had been raised to be tough, firm, and fair, and was taught by her mother that life was almost never fair. Don't expect handouts. Just tough out the bad times and stand on your own two feet.
Yes, it was true that there wasn't a single tiny in the world whose life seemed as cursed as little Matt's. It was, frankly, difficult to believe how often the poor boy found himself in one terrible situation after the other. And yes, Rio wasn't oblivious to how the deck was stacked against him. His mother and that Ashley girl were practically walking disasters, and her own daughter's colossally faulty short-term memory was a rough handicap. His sister too always struck Rio as a little too suspicious with her pranks and jokes, like she had some sort of deeper endgame going on.
At the same time, those reasons were perhaps even more motivation for Rio to continue with her tough-love treatment. If Matt's life was out to get him, what better way to stick it to fate than by growing stronger and being bale to stand up for himself. On top of that, Rio knew deep in her heart that Matt was the one for Mari...but if he ever got himself stuck in some horrible situation in the future and left her darling daughter alone and heartbroken, there would be a fearsome reckoning for Matt the likes of which he couldn't dream of in his worst nightmares. It was best to train him now, even if Rio had to play the 'bad guy' to do it.
Rio glanced back at her firm buttocks and rubbed a quick hand over Matt's splotchy form. You can get out of this, Matt. She thought to herself. I know tinies like you have the strength for it.
With that, Rio nodded to one of her students, one of only two girls eager and brave enough to dive into 'Intensity X' training. The girl grinned as she jacked the thermostat up to a sweltering amount, and the class began.
What followed was one of the most disorienting, nauseating, and exhausting workout routines that you'd ever had the misfortune of being involved in.
During Rio's entire walk from the car to the classroom, you'd been mentally begging her to reconsider her slightly skewed priorities. Couldn't she see the threads that bond you to the fabric of the leggings? How could you ever hope to free yourself without her help? How could she even remotely think you'd gotten yourself into this mess? For one blissful second, you almost thought your girlfriend's mom WAS reconsidering as she ran her hand over you, but then you heard a door close, the room suddenly felt hotter, and all hell broke loose.
Without even any warning, Rio launched into deep squats, bending so low to the ground that her prodigious rear nearly kissed the mat. The leggings stretched to their seams to contain the Brazilian's big booty, your poor body elongated and splayed taut against her bronzed skin. Then, Rio would rise again, and her butt would clap against you as she hopped into a standing position. Afterwards, she descended again, pulling you out along her rear all over again. Rio did nearly fifty squats without hesitation, and you mentally whimpered as it only took her a few minutes of what would surely be a miserably long class.
The squats finished, Rio and her students transitioned to leg lunges, bending forward and leaning as far as their legs could stretch. Rio's firm butt cheek clenched against you as the woman lunged, then ground you against her flesh as she shifted legs to stretch out the other one. Even when Rio moved from that maneuver onto jumping jacks, the torment continued, as her toned butt cheeks jostled together with each resounding jump, smearing themselves against your body as she enthusiastically fell into an easy rhythm.
Taking a short break, Rio downed most of her water bottle, and shared an exhausted smile with her students. Of course, while your obstinately misguided tormentor relaxed for a moment, you weren't given a break at all. Due to how skintight the leggings were, even a stationary Rio was still clenching you against her ass suffocatingly tight...not to mention the sweat. Due to the intensity of the exercise and the room's infernal temperature, Rio was quickly dumping buckets of sweat from every pore. And, like a good little tiny person, your flattened and abused form just absorbed all of the sickly, salty liquid.
Resuming the workout, Rio and the other girls dropped to their mats, Rio's buttocks impacting the floor with a resounding 'CLAP'. The dark-haired woman then began moving through everything from sit-ups, to toe-touches, to ab crunches, to leg lifts. The entire time she remained seated, her full weight bearing down on you without mercy. The additional pressure felt like it was crushing the life from you, and gravity now assisted the near-poisonous beads of sweat rolling in waves down Rio's smooth skin. All of the woman's sweat collected right on your body, soaking you to your core in hot, sticky sweat...to say nothing of the quickly growing stale, earthy stench.
The worst was when Rio moved onto her sit-ups, because she kept grinding her ass against the mat everything she sat up and leaned back down. With the unyielding mat against your back, and her hot fleshy cheeks on your face, you were smeared violently between the two. Like relentless steamrollers, Rio's butt rolled up and down the mat as she pushed through her invigorating workout, entirely heedless of the destruction and despair your tiny form was undergoing. You mentally cried for her to stop, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.
It was useless to hope anyway, because Rio was fully in her Exercise Mode, and oblivious to practically everything else in the world. Any and all thoughts of you were gone, replaced only by an almost childlike glee at how thoroughly her body was ahcing from the exertion.
Rio eventually hoped up from the floor, and your entire body felt numb from the pain you'd endured so far. By this point, your sunburn had faded, so you blended right back into the tan leggings. In fact, you might've been even more screwed, as Rio's nonstop crushing and grinding against you had smeared you even more, making you less recognizable. Not that you had any way of knowing this had happened, what with your face trapped in darkness and squeezed tightly against the sweaty, moist, hot flesh of Rio's butt cheeks. Sadistically, despite your torment, your body refused to give in to unconsciousness, and you remained horrifically aware during the entire class.
A lengthy stretch of time gave you mild reprieve as Rio and her class jogged a few laps around the room and did some standing stretches (though, of course, her pounded, bouncing cheeks still kept you in constant motion and drenched in sweat). The horror returned as the girl's moved onto the exercise bikes, and you spent the next thirty minutes being ground to a paste beneath Rio's cheeks. The firm, fleshy mounds chewed your malleable little body between each other as Rio pedaled at blistering speed, your portion of the leggings pinching a bit in Rio's crack. It was hell, and all of your sense were overwhelmed with musty stench and stinging sweat in your eyes.
Finally, the 'Intensity X' program came to a close, and Rio was delighted to find herself hardly able to stand. Gleefully congratulating her students, the Brazilian woman stumbled into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and hopped into the shower. Her leggings, soaked completely with sweat, were hard to peel off her glistening body, but Rio managed, and she tossed them into her gym bag without a thought. You were thus left to rot inside the smelly gym bag, soaked in sweat and aching so bad you couldn't feel your body at all.
Although...you felt something strange. It was faint, extremely so, but you detected that one of your mother's invisible threads had...frayed? Had it gotten just a touch weaker? Was Rio's 'Intensity X' training just too much for your mom's wonder-thread?
As your weary brain thought that through, Rio finished her shower and headed home. Once at her house, she approached the laundry room and pulled out her well-worn leggings, cringing at the damp feeling of sweat. She also locked eyes with your body, though as you'd returned to a tan shade, you blended right in and she only spotted your faint outline because she knew what she was looking for.
Recognizing you, Rio sighed. Better luck next time, Matt. I still know you can do this.
Rio tossed the leggings into a dirty hamper, dropped her panties and sports bra on top, then wandered off to fix some dinner.
What happens next?
1) Thus begins the long process of enduring Rio's grueling workouts, praying for the threads to eventually break. How long does this take, and can you hold onto your sanity through it all?
2) To your surprise, the thread loosened considerably, and you come free from the leggings in a few days when Mari runs the wash cycle.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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