As tempting as it was to sneak into Rio’s class to be with Mari, you knew that if anything went wrong, and Rio discovered you, you’d be on your own. Or worse, what if one of the students wound up leaving with you stuck to them unawares? Shaking the nightmarish visions from your head, and ruling out the tiny-only exercise zone as a disaster waiting to happen, you realized that you were really only left with one choice. Sighing and shaking your head, you made your way down the hall towards the door that Ellie had gone through.
‘Maybe this won’t be so bad,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Sure, Ellie seems a little… intense. But if she’s really a Tiny-Certified fitness instructor, maybe this won’t be so bad!’ Reaching the door, you passed a set of Tiny-sized lockers, some in use, some of which looked like they had not been opened for some time. Past the lockers was a Tiny-only entrance, with the words ‘Tiny Fitness’ stenciled on the door. Under that were the names of the instructors: Ellie, and under her name, Samuel. Pushing open the small door, you stepped into the room.
It was a large room, with hardwood floors, and lined with mirrors along the far wall, with Ellie crouched down next to a wireless speaker, fiddling with it. Carefully, you walked up behind her, close enough to be heard clearly, and yelled up to her. “Excuse me, Miss Ellie?”
Ellie jolted in surprise at the sound of your voice, flailing her arms as she tipped backwards. You watched, almost in slow motion, as you were eclipsed by her massive ass, hurtling towards you like a meteor. You tried to turn and run, but you were too slow, and the size of the rear was too great. Before you could take more than a half-dozen steps, Ellie’s massive shorts-clad ass slammed into you, driving you face-first into the floor before landing on top of you, instantly flattening you into the hardwood with a meaty SLAP!
You had been crushed before, and been sat on by plenty of women. Hell, you’d spent enough time under your Aunt Cass’s generous posterior that it was practically your second home. But this was different. Ellie’s behind was unlike any other you had found yourself under. It seemed to be both muscular and fatty, simultaneously crushing and cushioning you, forming a seal between you and her flesh. Just as you feared that she might not have noticed you, she started to rise. But to your surprise, after having been stuck only a few seconds, you were not left on the floor, but instead rose with her, stuck to her butt. You were somewhat confused by this. You had never gotten stuck to someone's rear that fast before. Not even Cass'! Before you really had time to ponder it, Ellie started snickering.
“Sorry, hun! But you really should know better than to sneak up on a big girl like me, especially if-” Trying her best not to laugh at you (and failing), as Ellie talked, she turned around to talk to you, expecting to see your little form smeared on the floor. But of course, you weren’t there. However, you were now facing the mirror, and treated to a front-row seat of your predicament; Your flattened form, spread-eagle, seeming almost comically small against the broad canvas of her backside. Ellie, meanwhile, was scanning the floor, looking for you. “Little guy? Where’d ya go? I could swear that I- Oh, right!” Turning her head, she spotted you in the mirror. Laughing, she reached back, pinched your head between her finger and thumb, and gently peeled you off. “Almost forgot about you, sugar! It's lucky these mirrors are here, or I might've just forgotten you were there! Can you imagine?" As she laughed at the notion, you felt a chill run down your spine. 'And she's the Tiny Instructor? What have I gotten myself into?!' As she set you down on the floor, you began struggling to reform as quickly as you could. You needed to get out here. You already had enough clueless women in your life as it was!
“You go on ahead and get yourself all limbered up! We’ve got a few minutes left before class starts, plenty of time for any stragglers to come on in.” As you began to regain your dimensionality, she went back to fiddling with the speaker. “Attendance has been down a bit recently, but summer’s a slow time for everyone around here. Besides, with all those wonderful little reviews that my students have been leaving, I’m sure business’ll pick up in no time, Or my name isn’t Crushing-Machine Ellie!”
As you worked feverishly to reform, you watched the clock on the wall tick closer to the start of class. 12:57, 12:58, 12:59… finally, you fully reformed, and with Ellie still distracted with the speaker, you ran for the door, and reached it just as the clock hit 1:00. As you turned the handle, the door locked. You tried it a few more times, but to no avail. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a sign on the wall. 'In order to prevent any disruption, studio doors automatically lock at start of class. Only Focused Fitness staff can override a locked door. Thank you for your understanding! Management.'
You slumped against the door, defeated. There was no other choice, now. As you made your way back towards the center of the room, Ellie let out a loud whoop as she finally figured out the speaker. Loud energetic music filled the room, as she faced the room. Her jubilant expression faded a bit, as she saw that you were the only one here, but she regained her composure, fixing you with a dazzling smile. "Well, Matt, since it seems you're the only little guy around brave enough to get sweaty with li'l ol' me, whaddya say? Are ya ready for the one-on-one workout of your life?" You cringe slightly at her phrasing. "Actually, Ellie, I think that-"
Ellie's smile grows even wider. "Great! You won't regret this, cutie!" You pale in horror. The music is so loud, that she can't actually hear you. Ellie, still grinning, hopped in front of you, and assumed a stance. You gulped. Just what kind of workout were you in for?
Choice 1: A Good One? To your surprise, Ellie turns out to be a competent, if slightly careless, Tiny Fitness instructor. You manage to get through the hour in one piece, and largely unflattened. Were the reviews an exaggeration, or does she work better with just one student?
Choice 2: A Bad One? As you expected, Ellie has no idea how to teach Tinies. The hour is more or less just her working out, with you crushed on the floor, or her body. When the class is over, will she even remember you were there? And where will you be?
Choice 3: Both? Ellie is capable, but boneheaded. The class alternates between an actual workout for you, and an exercise in futility.
Choice 4: Neither? Before the class can begin, Ellie is called away to deal with something, and you seize the chance to escape. Now on your own in Focused Fitness, what fate will befall you?
Choice 5:Writer's Choice.
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