You flinched as Zara's hand descended upon you, grateful that the scientist had at least put on some gloves so that you wouldn't immediately find yourself permanently binding with the skin of her fingers. Still, the very fact that you now had to consider this as a possibility was equal parts sobering and horrifying. The mere idea that instead of just being slightly smushed the next time a giantess crushed you, you could end up near-instantaneously bonding with them? It was the stuff of nightmares, and it almost broke your brain.
Zara put you in her pocket as she walked out of her office and to her car, which again thankfully kept you from coming into contact with her bare skin. Though you theoretically could've plotted an escape while she strolled out of her lab, your mind was instead preoccupied with re-examining your relationships with everyone you knew in your life, and how different those relationships would now have to be thanks to this potentially permanent chemical inside of your body. If any accident could be your last, you really needed to start setting some boundaries and re-thinking about who you spent time with. It was depressing.
You passed the drive in silence, gently sobbing as you wrestled with your new condition and the unfair circumstances that had led you to this moment. Eventually, though, your sadness gave way to a stubborn determination. It could not be understated just how vulnerable you now were, and how much more difficult your life was about to become. But, your were Matthew Goddamn Jacobs, the world's most cursed and unlucky tiny who had still carved out a life and legacy despite everything stacked against you. You refused to let Zara Reed, and by extension Penelope Graham and the CTC, defeat you. Even if it was the hardest thing you'd ever do...you'd get your life back on track after this. You swore it.
Eventually, Zara pulled you out of her pocket but still kept you tightly constrained in her grip. Your head was free, though, and that allowed you to notice that the black-haired scientist had carried you right to Focused Fitness! Didn't she know that this was your business, and that a whole plethora of people who knew and cared about you worked inside? Why would she take you somewhere where you would surely be able to flag someone's attention in short order and get yourself saved from the threat of permanent flesh-fusion? Oh well, you weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Of course, the Perma 0-B-D-N-C coursing through your veins might be an issue, as you knew it would prevent you from speaking out about exactly how your new flesh-fusion curse worked, and who was responsible for doing this to you. You'd been infected by 0-B-D-N-C once before by your old tiny-sitter, a twisted sadist named Rika, and had spent a week dutifully following her commands and serving her, however disgusting her orders. It had been hell, because inside your mind you were still conscious and screaming, but outwardly you just couldn't get yourself to stop following her commands. As such, you knew that you were in a bit of a pickle.
But someone would help you. Surely.
Upon reaching a quiet corner of the gym, Zara unfurled her fingers and grinned down at you, her blissful smile yet again sharply contrasting with just how horrific her actions were. "Recognize this place, little guy? I heard you pretend to have a normal person job here, so I'm hoping that alongside gathering me good data, today's experiences will show you how much more fulfilling your life will be in use of service!" She giggled. "Enjoy, sweetie!"
Before you could shout back a curse at the woman, she reared her hand back and launched you through the air...
1) ...straight into Lihua's in-progress dance class, right as a high-intensity song comes on. Dance-loving Lihua doesn't notice you before starting the song and getting into the groove, and her students are equally as distracted.
2) ...straight into Fariha's yoga class, where the mischievous Indian girl's eyes quickly alight on you.
3) ...straight into Saira's intensive strength training class, where the oft-annoyed Indian girl's eyes quickly spot you.
4) ...straight towards the exercise machines and equipment corner of the gym, which is currently packed with ladies enjoying the facilities.
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