Linda clicked her tongue. "Essentially, Allegra, you'll be sticking with a tiny client today. But, we'll be trying out something new by having you and your tiny client partnered with one of our normal-sized...or, uh, unaffected staff and their own unaffected client. I think there could be some really enriching benefits by having a mixed-size session like this."
Your one untrampled eye stared up at your boss, surprised and a little apprehensive of her plan. Did she really think it'd be safe to do that? Small Stature, Big Heart already had a bit of a tricky time managing just tiny clients alone! Surely combining into a mixed-size physical therapy session would just be a recipe for disaster.
"Worst case scenario, you can both just work with your clients in separate corners of the room." Linda reasoned. "It's not like you'd take up much space with a tiny client, so you could just cram into the corner, or something." Your towering boss shrugged casually. "Always plenty of benefits to being so little, aren't there?"
Beneath her, you groaned out an unintelligible reply.
"I can't really hear you, but I'm sure you're agreeing." Linda spoke for you. "And I appreciate that sort of initiative and hustle, Allegra. You've always been good at rolling with the punches, even when you get yourself into little messes like this." Linda chuckled. "At any rate, you've got ten minutes to get to your class. You'll be in room 4B."
Finished speaking with you, Linda proceeded to absolutely shatter your mind (and your pain receptors) by dragging and grinding her heavy boots all across your body, tearing and smearing your poor form under her considerable, crushing weight. Your mouth, still putty under her shoe, cried out in mute agony, and you blinked frantically up at your boss, begging her to stop, but her attention was fully on her phone, and you were left at her mercy for a full minute of her grinding atop you. Finally, she sauntered away, humming a little tune to herself.
If Linda had been anyone else, you might've blamed her for openly assaulting you. Theresa would've done something like that, or Carmine. But, sadly, you knew Linda well, and realized your apathetic boss had simply genuinely forgotten you were under her, and that the mat she was standing on wasn't just a mat. Or, rather, it was more like she'd stopped caring to remember. Done talking with you, she'd basically dumped you from her mind, and treated you like the mat you felt like. Not maliciously, but definitely humiliatingly and painfully. A common consequence of your boss' apathy and utter inability to see life through the lens of an affected like yourself.
It proceeded to take you seven whole minutes just to reform from the mat, and then you made a mad dash to room 4B with seconds to spare. Breathing heavily, you took in the sight of the room (one of the clinic's pretty standard physical therapy rooms, with a few chairs, a table, and drawers full of supplies), and you ran your hands through your hair and skin to try and knock loose dirt stains from the plethora of stomping feet you'd endured.
As soon as you finished, you heard an awkward cough from behind you, and you turned to see a shy-looking tiny girl standing in the doorway (all the clinic doors had affected-sized doors built into the bottom of the doorframe).
The tiny girl looked like she was in her early twenties, and she had short blonde hair streaked with pink. She was tan, and her hazel eyes were darting around nervously. She had a fairly slim build, but she was still quite pretty, especially in her stylish tee, studded jacket, and skirt.
"Hello, good morning." You smiled warmly, beckoning the girl inside. "My name is Allegra. What's yours?"
"I-Irma." The girl stammered, her voice as soft as a whisper.
"That's a wonderful name, Irma. I'll be your physical therapist today, that sound good?"
"Y-Yeah." Irma nodded, though she kept nervously looking over her shoulder.
"What brings you in today?" You asked, wanting to break the ice and get to the root of the clearly-frazzled girl's anxiety.
"T-Training." Irma answered. "I-I've been pretty sh-sheltered...all my l-life. A-And so I d-don't really have m-much e-experience with the outside w-world. A-And with...g-giantesses."
You smiled patiently. "Ah, yeah, it can be scary out there for us affected. But you and I will work through this, Irma. In fact, this is rather timely, because the two of us are going to be joined by one of my unaffected coworkers in a moment, and her own unaffected client. You should be able to get some really solid hands-on experience."
"O-Oh...uh..." Irma's eyes widened in panic.
You placed a soothing hand on the younger girl's arm. "Ssh, Irma. I promise, you'll be fine if you stick with me."
Just as long as we actually get a good coworker to partner with. You thought to yourself.
A moment later, and your prayers were answered, as the door swung open and in strolled your beautiful wife, towering above like a gorgeous golden-blonde goddess. Of course, alongside being your wife, she was also still Brinley Pierce, so you did have to hastily grab Irma's arm and drag her to safety up on the table, barely avoiding Brinley's stomping feet as she barged into the room with a cheerful grin.
"Aah! Allegra! Hey, babe!" Brinley beamed down at you, giving you a coy wink. "Super amazing that you're my partner today, huh?"
"It is, Brinley." You smiled up at her, and even Irma beside you offered a shaky nod.
Your wife then looked over her shoulder. "Alright, ma'am! You can follow me in here, and we'll get started!"
A second passed, and then the towering form of your wife's client strolled into the room.
1) It's a woman with deeply suntanned skin that almost glows gold, sparkling blue eyes, and bright red hair in a messy ponytail. More immediately noticeable, however, are her obscenely massive curves, the woman well past the point of full-figured and firmly into 'thicc' territory, possessing a pretty plumpness that is hard to ignore. She introduces herself as Cherry Coppersmith, and seems immediately obsessed with you and Irma. Perhaps a bit too obsessed, though Brinley is adorably excited everyone seems to be 'getting along'.
2) It's a woman with almost sickly pale skin, oppressively dark eyes, and long wavy hair dyed a midnight purple hue. She's tall, with a subdued and slim frame...save for her utterly gargantuan breasts that at least tie with your own wife's colossal pair, and almost look a bit comedic on the woman's otherwise lean body. Any humor you might've felt, however, dries up the moment you get a feel for the woman's imposing, terrifying aura. She introduces herself only as Nina, and you instantly get an extremely bad feeling over the way she's looking at you and Irma.
3) It's a woman with dark brown skin, lovely amber eyes, and curly black hair that frames her beautiful face. She's quite tall, and has an unfathomably massive and curvaceous physique, perhaps the most hefty and pronounced you've ever seen. She seems to know she's gorgeous, as she carries herself with an air of superiority. She introduces herself as Lakshmi Bhate, a local tech company CEO, and she eyes you and Irma with obvious disinterest. Her attitude seems to lean as apathetic (or even more apathetic) than Linda, which could mean trouble.
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