This choice: Working at Small Stature, Big Heart • Go Back... Eventually, you recalled what was on the schedule for the day, and you mentally teased yourself for having even forgotten in the first place.
It was work. Just another work day. How had it slipped your mind? You loved your job as a physical therapist, spending your days helping fellow affected heal, train, and grow stronger at a clinic that specialized exclusively in tiny clients, Small Stature, Big Heart. You and your wife had worked there for five years, and each day was more invigorating than the last. It wasn't a perfect place to work, of course, nowhere truly was for a tiny like yourself, but it was one of your happiest places on earth to be. Selflessly helping others, and bringing joy to a world so often devoid of it.
I hope today will be another great day at work. You thought to yourself cheerfully, but then your smile froze. Or...wait. Today is that day that...oh. Uh oh.
With a sinking realization, you recalled that today was the first day that Small Stature, Big Heart was going to officially start accepting unaffected clients. After servicing exclusively tinies since its inception, the clinic had finally plateaued on new memberships, and was beginning to lag behind in sales. Your boss had decided to pivot then to unaffected clients in a bid to save the clinic, and it had seemingly worked out, as your membership list was now bursting with new clients eager to break down the doors and experience the full-course of physical therapy service you and the other trained employees were prepared to provide.
In a certain way, you were happy you weren't in danger of losing your job due to the clinic declaring bankruptcy, or some such. You were also happy that you could continue doing what you loved. But the idea of gargantuan unaffected now trampling all around the place? You'd be lying if you said it didn't concern you a little bit. At the very least, the potential for accidents felt like it was going to catastrophically skyrocket...and you already had a few too many mishaps at work for your liking, from time to time.
Still, you'd handle this professionally, like you always did. A patient mind and a patient smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
After scrounging up some scraps to fill your tummy, you freshened up and made it to the living room right as your wife came downstairs. Expertly avoiding being crushed under her foot as you flagged her attention, you summarily found yourself planted against her plump lips for a kiss, then carried outside with her to the car, to drive off to Small Stature, Big Heart. The drive passed by relatively uneventfully, you and your wife goofily singing along with the radio all the while. Finally, you made it to the clinic, and re-boarded your wife's shoulder as she hopped out of her car and strolled up to the front doors.
However, right as she set a foot inside, she froze, her eyes wide. "Oh, shoot, babe! My phone! I left it in the cupholder!" She smiled sheepishly at you.
"I'll wait here for you." You replied, sliding down her arm and dropping onto the floor far below in an expert rolling maneuver. You touched down on the big fuzzy floor mat, which read 'BE MINDFUL, BE ATTENTIVE'. You shouted up to your towering titaness of a wife. "Hurry back!"
"I'll be, like, back in a spiffy!" Brinley grinned (utterly butchering the saying she'd meant to reference), then turned and sprinted back outside to the car, allowing the front door of the clinic to close behind her. Alone, you turned and observed all you could see from your vantage on the floor mat.
Small Stature, Big Heart, was, all things considered, relatively sizable given the demographic. With so many unaffected staff, it had had to have been built large, so that trainers and their tiny clients could always work out together. Now, that bit of planning was seeming like foresight, as your boss had had to make very little changes to now accommodate the influx of new unaffected clients. Although it did, to be honest, dishearten you a small bit to see tiny-sized equipment be pushed aside these past few days of prepping for the shifting status quo, in favor of unaffected-sized purchases to take their place.
The front doors led into the main lobby of the clinic, which was a pretty homey design meant to be warm and welcoming, funneling you right up to the main check-in desk (which was currently vacant). Down the left hallway were the meditation and massage therapy rooms, along with the large empty room reserved for special classes. Down the right hallway were the exercise equipment rooms, with some treadmills, bikes, ellipticals, and plenty more. And down the back hallway was the staircase that led to the lower floor, which had a small pool and hot tub for some post-therapy relaxation and stress-relief, along with the employee breakroom. Bathrooms were in each hallway too.
Getting around could've been a pain for the affected staff, so your boss had (though it had taken a bit of prodding from you) purchased a set of tiny-sized bikes. The bikes were stationed at multiple points around the clinic, allowing you and your peers to pick up a bike from any spot, pedal to your location, then leave the bike hooked up there for someone else who might need it next. Tiny clients could use them too, which was sometimes fun (and sometimes disastrous, like the time Brinley had a bad headache that gave her blurry vision, and she mistook the tiny biking group you were leading around for ants, and crushed all of you under repeated stomps).
Actually...where is everyone? You mused. I didn't think Brinley and I were that early. Has no one else--
Your inner monologue was suddenly interrupted by the front door violently swinging open, and the doorframe slammed into your back, pitching you forward onto the mat. You groaned and whirled around, just in time to barely scramble backwards before a chunky sneaker slammed down onto you, the shoe now only marginally missing you.
You trailed the sneaker upwards to long, lean, Black-skinned legs that grew into muscular and toned thighs, then flare a bit into a rounded, perky booty clad in skintight blue short-shorts. Above that was a lean tummy laid bare by the girl's only other clothing item being a blue sports bra that hugged her moderately busty chest. And at the peak was a pretty face framed by curly maroon-colored hair, full lips pulled back into a smirk, and deep-blue eyes locked firmly on the phone she was holding in her hand, her attention completely on that and not on the stain she'd almost just rendered you as.
"Another day at work, my little Tramplings!" The girl laughed, speaking in a loud, showy tone of voice. "Your girl is loving working here, this place kicks ass. And, if you remember what I said earlier, chat, today is the day that normal people start being allowed in! That's awesome, isn't it? I'm gonna get all my girlfriends at the OGP to sign up for our services!"
You let out a sigh, and tried not to roll your eyes.
The girl towering above you was Theresa Thompkins, the most recent hire at Small Stature, Big Heart. She'd joined about three months ago, and she only worked part-time due to still being a college student at Weston University. On paper, she was great at her job. She was fit, she was a go-getter, she was a quick study, and she had a modicum of star appeal to boost the clinic's ratings, thanks to being a moderately famous local influencer. But under her shiny veneer, she was as twisted as anyone else who came from 'OGP' (or Omega Gamma Phi), that sorority she'd mentioned. She was a tiny-hating sadist who delighted in crushing tinies, and even her streaming moniker was 'TinyTrampler' which really wasn't subtle. And yet, your boss had refused to fire her, so you just did your best to avoid her whenever possible.
"Anyway, chat, we'll resume the stream later. Right now...uh, oh? Wait, wait. Hold, chat." Theresa angled her phone down the floor, then made eye contact with you. Her sadistic smirk grew even wider, to the point where you couldn't hold back a shiver down your spine. "Chat, is that our favorite little insect, Allegra? It is, isn't it! And, chat, I might be going crazy, but she definitely looks like a tiny who isn't being trampled, doesn't she? And that just isn't right, is it?"
You threw up your hands. "Theresa, please! I haven't done anything to you, can we not do this today? I just have to--"
Like she hadn't even heard you, Theresa laughed loudly. "Glad you agree, chat! Ready, Allegra?" Hiking up her knee, Theresa's boot soon came to hover above your body, casting a shadow over you.
"Theresa!" You screamed, even as you knew it was no use.
With a mighty stomp, Theresa crashed her sneaker down onto you, and your poor malleable body caved instantly. With a muted groan, you flattened out into a squelching splotch, the girl putting her full cruel weight into the stomp. Even when the sadist removed her foot after less than ten seconds, the damage was done, and you were left as a twitching human-shaped blob on the floor mat. All you could do was try to reform as Theresa cackled, her phone right in your face, and her equally-twisted fans drinking up your humiliation with glee.
"There. Tiny...Trampled." Theresa struck a cutesy pose, as if she hadn't just tormented another sentient human being. "God, I'm sending that to JewelyJuli. Hope she likes it." Theresa declared, a pink blush in her cheeks. She then casually strolled off, heading deeper into the building.
A second after she left, and the front door swung open to reveal your wife, finally returned from the car.
"Babe, I'm such a dummy! It was just in my pocket the whole time, duh!" Brinley giggled, though her laughter dried up as she failed to spot you. She checked all around the floor mat area for you, yet came up with nothing. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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