"Colleen is coming for another visit today." Linda announced. "And since she shadowed Theresa, Shizuka, and Brinley on past visits, this time she requested to shadow you. Obviously, that won't be a problem, right?" Your shortstack boss stared down at you, again seeming to expect you to answer even with her extreme weight crushing down on you.
You blinked your one free eye up at her, trying to signal her to step off of you so you could reform and properly respond to her question.
Of course, Linda being Linda, she merely saw your blink as approval. "Ah, good. Always such a trooper, Allegra. That's why it's so easy for me to forgive your little accidents like this, since I know you bounce back quick." Linda chuckled. "You could still stand to be a little more responsible, but, eh. Whatever gets results, and puts money in my pocket, right?" Still chuckling, your boss finally stepped off of you, and sauntered away, leaving you smushed to the mat in her wake.
Normally, Linda's casual callousness would dishearten you a bit, but today you were too distracted to really hone in on your boss' apathetic treatment of you. Instead, you were caught on the truth of what she'd revealed about what you'd have to do today. Colleen Connors was going to be stopping by the clinic, and was apparently going to be shadowing you all day. In every conceivable sense, that spelled nothing but disaster for you.
For all your life, you'd been a patient, kind, considerate, and thoughtful person. You liked giving people the benefit of the doubt, you were quick to forgive, and you tried your best to never get angry or hold grudges. So it was a momentous occasion for you to realize that, in as much as you could, Colleen Connors came the closest to being someone you actually hated. There wasn't a single thing you liked about the woman, and every minute spent in her presence was miserable, and took an hour off of your life through stress and anger alone.
The day Colleen had entered your life was one of the days you considered most to be one of the worst moments in your life.
It had been a pretty normal day at Small Stature, Big Heart, and you'd been working the front desk. You'd been just about to finish enrolling a pretty, anxious tiny girl as a new member of the clinic, when Colleen had strolled on in and come right up to the front desk. She'd leered over you, and leaned over the desk so haphazardly she'd crushed your tiny client with her massive breasts, crumpling the poor girl into paste. You'd instantly tried to come to your client's rescue, only for Colleen to smirk down at you with an aura of superiority, and refuse to budge an inch.
The commotion had then drawn Linda, who as she was wont to do, instantly took Colleen's side. Linda always chose to support paying customers over staff, especially affected staff, and you could only stew in anger as Colleen smugly ingratiated herself with Linda, and then vanished into the back office for several hours. You'd then gotten into an accident with Brinley, rendering you too squished to circle back to Colleen before she left, leaving you to have to glumly surmise that your poor, probably terrified, client had been kidnapped.
It was only later that you found out from Linda that Colleen was a CTC middle-manager with extreme ambition and a desire to rise through the ranks of the foul, tiny-hating organization. She was a complete sycophant to the CTC's backwards beliefs and cruel philosophies towards affected, and so obviously looked at you and all other tinies like you were pitiable, insignificant little things wandering around down by her feet. She was so unashamedly awful that it made your blood-boil, and unlike someone like Theresa (who was young, and could be argued had been brainwashed by the culture at Weston), Colleen was a fully-grown adult who should've known better, and yet still chose to be a sadist.
And now she's making a play for the clinic. You glumly thought to yourself. I swear, I'll do whatever I can to stop that from happening!
A thudding earthquake shook you from your thoughts, and you realized with horror that you'd gotten so sidetracked thinking about your anger towards Colleen that you'd forgotten to focus on reforming! You were still firmly glued to the floor mat, and could only stare up at the ceiling in horror as the clinic's front door swung over your head, and then a towering, girthy form of a plus-sized woman stomped into view.
It was Colleen.
Of course, you only got a half-second look at her before the woman's sneakers crashed down onto your body, burying you under her unfathomably massive weight. You groaned in agony as Collen crushed down upon you, her dirty sneakers trampling over your battered body and squashing your face. The woman even added a few extra pounding steps, likely trying to wipe off her feet, though to you that only heightened your misery as she mercilessly ground you beneath her.
Thankfully, you'd reformed just enough to emit a faint 'squelch' sound as Colleen trampled you, and the titanic woman paused in her stomping just long enough to spot you beneath her. She shifted her sneakers (dragging them through your flesh painfully), until your face was visible, staring up at her.
And she smirked.
"Ah, little Allegra. Get into another accident, dear?" Colleen said, in that haughty, taunting voice of hers. "Or, perhaps you chose to be the clinic's mat today? Is that it?" Her full lips curled into a blood-curdling smile, her eyes twinkling with delight at the power she lorded over you.
In terms of physical appearance, Colleen Connors was a woman who genuinely appeared to be pretty normal. Or, well, as normal as an extremely beautiful and massively proportioned woman like her could be. Her auburn-hair was silky-smooth, her golden-brown Mixed-Race skintone was alluring, and her smile was quite pretty (so long as you didn't look her in the eyes and see the truth of her cruelty). Her proportions were near legendary-tier too. She was definitely overweight, but her plus-sized gains had gone to all the right places, granting her an irresistible full-figured physique of gargantuan breasts, a protruding but appealing tummy, wide hips, thick thighs, and a monstrous booty. And today she was showing off her goods in a white sports bra that barely held her boobs, and leggings that looked painted-on, and did nothing to stop her astronomical ass from wobbling about. Her bare belly jiggled just as much.
Had you seen a picture of her in a magazine, you'd have said she was quite attractive. But mere seconds in her presence let you know she was nothing more than a monster.
Collen chuckled darkly. "Well, I'll just assume you wanted to be here, to put your squishiness to use. I do so love seeing a tiny actually embrace their purpose in life. Really lets me know I'm doing all tinies a favor, working for the CTC for their betterment." Colleen grinned darkly, then re-positioned her feet...and your eyes widened in panic.
Right before you could scream out to her, Colleen proceeded to make good on her threat and treated you like you were truly nothing more than just a floor mat. Utterly disregarding your existence (or, more likely, luxuriating in getting to torment you), Colleen went ahead and scraped and stomped her dirty sneakers all over your body. You mentally screamed in pain as Colleen ruthlessly crushed, smeared, and ground your body into paste under her hefty weight, staining you with dirt from her soles, and plastering you into pudding beneath her.
When she finally stepped off you, you were left as a twitching, aching mess, but you still put your full effort into reforming. If you didn't, you knew you'd be in for a much worse hell as the clinic opened its doors in a few more minutes, and a stampede of giantesses trampled and tortured you all day under their feet. And though it was agonizing, you finally managed to re-shape your body and pop free from the actual floor mat, scampering away to safety, though you were covered in sweat and dirt from the feet you'd endured thus far.
After cleaning yourself off, you spotted Linda and Colleen standing a little ways away, and you walked over to approach them...only to freeze in surprise.
Linda was laughing...no, giggling at Colleen's words, a mirthful amusement you'd never witnessed from your apathetic boss before. What's more, Colleen had her hand on Linda's shoulder, and your boss seemed to be smiling and blushing from contact with the CTC woman. What was going on?
As you approached, Linda spotted you. "Ah, good, Allegra. You finished playing around. You'll start shadowing Leeny now, alright?" Linda smiled again at Colleen, then wandered off.
Leeny? Your mind cried out. When the hell did she give a pet name to Colleen? Are those two...falling for each other?
Colleen, sensing your perturbed shock, smirked down at you, then roughly pinched you and picked you up. "Stop dawdling, Allegra. I'm ready to enjoy our day together. Aren't you?"
Pulling yourself together, you managed a professional smile for your worst enemy. "Y-Yes, Colleen. Let's begin."
1) Colleen wants you to show her your meditation and relaxation techniques in one of the therapy rooms.
2) Colleen wants you to help her through some workout exercises in one of the equipment rooms.
3) Colleen wants to soak for a while with you in the downstairs pool and hot tub area.
4) Colleen wants to see how you handle the front desk work, and promises to provide you with 'helpful tips and support' while you deal with (hopefully) easy-going clients.
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