This was, of course, because she was standing on you, and had been from the moment she'd taken that first step inside. And, bless her ditzy heart, in her efforts to look for you, she didn't consider actually moving her feet to check under them.
Frowning, and then shrugging, Brinley was instantly back in her typical high spirits. "Ah, that little cutie! So excited she ran off without me! And she, like, says that I'm the silly one!" Laughing, your wife ran off in search of you elsewhere, leaving you to gasp for fresh air after enduring being pounded under her shoes so soon after escaping Theresa's.
After a minute, you were close to reforming, but still flat, and your eyes widened with panic as the front door swung open again to reveal yet another of your co-workers arriving.
This second girl was even taller than the first, and she entered in a hurry, panting and out-of-breath. Her extremely long and pretty black hair was windblown and messy, and her tanned skin was looking a shade paler from exhaustion. She was dressed in sweatpants and a big baggy hoodie, the added layers only increasing the girl's sweat output. Of course, you knew she wore those clothes to try and hide her massive curves, which so often embarrassed her, and as always, no human clothing could completely tame her. Even in the stretchiest and baggiest clothes imaginable, the girl's rear end was monstrous, and wobbled like crazy, and her breasts jutted out to an extreme degree, such that you could barely even make out her face from your vantage.
She was Shizuka Yamada, meekness personified, and one of the longer-employed therapists at the clinic.
Shizuka moved to take another step into the clinic, her shoe hovering over you, and you frantically let out a hissing scream through still-flat lips. To your delight, Shizuka seemed to actually hear you, pausing in taking that final step. To your subsequent horror, though, before glancing down and spotting you, she let out a gasp instead.
"Ah, wait! My shoes! I gotta clean my shoes! I'll get yelled at again if I don't!" Shizuka exclaimed, and then without further ado, slammed her foot down onto you.
Your entire being groaned in discomfort as Shizuka bore her full weight down upon you. Theresa's stomp had been mighty, and a concentrated attack, but Shizuka didn't even have to put in half as much effort to be twice as miserable simply because of how much heavier she was. But then she began shuffling her feet to clean the dirt of her shoes, grinding your squishy body, and your muted cries of pain rose in pitch as the oblivious black-haired girl tore into your body.
She stopped after a minute, but when she went to step away, she let out a scream instead. Her eyes locked right onto yours...but in her panic, all Shizuka saw was a weird gross tan stain on the mat!
"Oh no, what did I do?" The panicky giantess whined. "How did I have so much mud on my shoes?"
Face red with embarrassment, Shizuka began grinding and smearing her feet all over you, in double-time. You thrashed and flailed in misery, but your microscopic actions were nothing compared to the giantess' weight and power over you, as her shoes completely dominated you. Your face got contorted one way, your limbs another, until quickly your entire body was being crushed and spread across the entire mat like a thin covering.
Shizuka screamed. "Aah, why is it worse? What is wrong with me?!?" The giantess moaned, tears in her eyes as she just kept beating you to figurative death with her stomping and grinding heels. Your mind swam with delirious pain as Shizuka destroyed you, long past the point of trying to cry for help, and little more than her gooey plaything. A gooey plaything she wanted nothing to do with, ironically, and if she'd just take a second to breathe and let you reform, she'd save herself so much hassle.
That dynamic really explained Shizuka as a person, though. When in the zone, she was easily your clinic's best therapist. But toss one little mishap in her path, and Shizuka would somehow (despite all cosmic odds) turn that single mistake into a world-destroying snowball effect of chaos and destruction. No one in existence could turn a great thing bad so dramatically as Shizuka. And, nine times out of ten, if she just took a second to breathe and calm down, everything would be fine. But, alas, Shizuka was flighty, panicky, and prone to acting rashly when flustered.
Finally, your misery came to an end (or, rather, a pause) as a stern voice called out from the now once more open front door. "Shizuka, really? Having a dance party on the mat? Don't you have a class?"
Near-sobbing, Shizuka wailed. "I'm sorrrrrrrry boss!" The walking disaster ran off, and you truly did feel bad for her even if she had just beaten your body so viscously you knew you'd be feeling it for weeks. Though older than Theresa, Shizuka still wasn't even thirty, and you felt a modicum of protectiveness towards her, like a big-sister instinct.
Your thoughts then went to this new arrival, and you winced in pain as the plus-sized, short-stack woman stepped inside, planting her feet on the mat, which at this point was more you than mat. One of her feet covered your left eye, and the other your mouth, subjecting your eyeball to crushing pain, and your lips to flecks of grime from the bottom of the woman's boot. Agonized, you looked up at her with your final remaining eye, blinking rapidly to try and catch the attention of Linda Stanton, your boss, and the manager of Small Stature, Big Heart.
Not that you could fully even see her face or eyes with which to catch the attention of. Linda put the 'stack' in 'shortstack', and was monumentally curvy despite her small 5'0" frame. Her poor office-standard attire (a miniskirt and a button-up shirt) couldn't do a thing, really. Her skirt was riding all the way up the prodigious swell of her posterior, and both Linda's pronounced gut and her bountifully busty chest were equally straining at the poor buttons of her shirt. Said gut and breasts were blocking the brunette's face too...though, luckily, she actually happened to glance down a moment later, and made eye contact with you.
"Ew." Linda grimaced. "Shizuka really did a number on...wait...that pattern. That eye color. Oh, Allegra, it's just you, isn't it? Fantastic, I'd wanted to talk to you this morning." Linda frowned. "Although it's not encouraging to see you squished so early. I like seeing everyone's best foot forward around here, not getting all smushed like that."
You tried to murmur something along the lines of 'please get off of me, Linda', but your boss' foot was still completely smashing your mouth, and despite having recognized you, Linda clearly wasn't motivated at all to actually get off of you. Apparently, it wasn't a 'Linda Problem', a classification that your boss was obsessed with throwing around. Or, rather, not throwing around, as it was rare for Linda to ever call something a 'Linda Problem', and thus actually be motivated to deal with it. Her apathy was rather legendary around the clinic.
Honestly, despite running a physical therapy clinic for tinies, Linda had barely any ounce of compassion within her to spare for your fellow affected. She'd only started the business because it was an untapped niche. She genuinely seemed to find tinies unbothersome and easily ignorable at best, and exasperating at worst. Leagues better than women like Theresa and the OGP sadists, but apathetic giantesses like Linda could be just as bad (if not worse) for society as a whole. The normalization of tinies being mistreated was a real societal issue, and one you felt passionately about, and dearly sought to correct.
"So, Allegra, today's our first day working with normal-sized...or, uh, unaffected clients. Super exciting, this should really invigorate our business. But I want everyone going at 100%, okay? No more of these squishing mishaps, okay? Unless, of course, that's what our client wants. The client is always right, obviously. You're prepared to give your all, right, Allegra?" She gazed down at you, as if somehow expecting you to answer back with her shoe covering your mouth.
After a minute, Linda shrugged. "Eh, who am I kidding? You've always been a dutiful, if mishap-prone employee. I'm sure you'll do great. And that's why, I actually have a specific assignment for you today. A good way to really hit the ground running!"
Your free eye widened in surprise, and you could only hope whatever she said next wouldn't be too chaotic.
1) Linda wants you to handle an unaffected client, solo. Oh boy, straight into the fire.
2) Linda wants you to still partner with a tiny client, but the two of you will be sharing a room with one of your unaffected coworkers and their unaffected client!
3) Linda wants you to offer yourself up as a 'multi-purpose' supporter to one of your unaffected coworkers while they work with an unaffected client, and her wording deeply concerns you.
4) Linda needs you to give a tour to her CTC-employed buddy, Colleen Connors, who is doing another of her weekly tours of the clinic again. In so much as your kind heart can, Colleen comes the closest to being someone you personally hate.
5) Linda scraps whatever her original plan was, reasoning that your own 'plan' is so much better. She thinks you got yourself squished to the floor mat on purpose, and she's totally going to leave you glued there as she opens the doors of the clinic to the public!
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