"Really, Allegra?" The sharp voice of your older cousin snapped you out of your thoughtful trance.
Blinking several times, you turned to stare at Inez, who had snuck up on you without you realizing. She'd also apparently changed, as she was now dressed in a sports bra and leggings. The red sports bra was form-fitting around her massive breasts, and most of her muscular torso was on full display, her bronzed skin and abs glistening. Her black leggings were similarly skintight, clinging to her supple curves, wide hips, and gigantic booty in a way that you'd imagine almost anyone would have a hard time not staring.
"Wh-What do you mean?" You stammered, already getting a bad feeling seeing your older cousin dressed for a workout. Nine-times-out-of-ten, that only meant one thing.
Inez crossed her arms, her toned biceps pushing against the pronounced swell of her breasts. "What do you think I mean, Allegra? Why are you still standing her, slacking off? How many times do I have to tell you that inaction leads to danger?"
"What danger, Inez? Who's going to hurt me in Sloane's apartment? And besides, I was just trying to weigh my options for what I wanted to do next?"
Inez sighed heavily. "And that's another issue entirely, little cousin. Your crippling indecisiveness. This decision paralysis that always seems to affect you. You get so caught up in your own head that you lose track of the world around you, and the more you delay in making decisions, the more likely someone else will make those decisions for you."
"Please, Inez. It's only been...what, a minute? Since Sloane dropped me off here?"
"Try close to ten." Inez huffed, clearly unimpressed with your excuses.
You winced. You truly hadn't realized you'd been reforming and then standing here on this table for that much time. It made sense, given Inez had apparently had time to change, but it did still strike you as a little embarrassing that you'd zoned out weighing your options for so long without realizing it. In a certain way, Inez was right, about how your tendency to fall victim to decision paralysis could mess with you, and lead to issues.
"W-Well, thanks for checking on me. I'm fine now, so I think I'll just--"
"Uh, no." Inez cut you off. "Whatever you were about to say is irrelevant, little cousin. I meant what I said, about other people making decisions for you. When you're too slow, you miss your chance. I've already decided what you're doing next, and I won't take 'no' for an answer." Rather unceremoniously, your older cousin bent down and scooped you up into her palm.
"Wait, wait, Inez! What are you doing?" You cried, panicked.
"We're having another boot camp session, Allegra. It's been a while since our last one, and you're clearly out of shape and in desperate need of my help."
Your eyes widened with fear. "N-No, Inez! I'm fine, seriously! I'm good!"
"You don't have to protest so much, little cousin." Inez rolled her eyes. "You and I both know how much you're secretly appreciative of our training sessions. They've really made an impact on your life, even if you've still got an embarrassingly long way to go."
"Inez, seriously! I don't--" You tried to protest, only for your words to be cut off by Inez squashing your head with her thumb, in an almost lazy manner. Instantly, with zero effort, your cousin had squashed you, and had you entirely trapped in her grip, your further efforts to wriggle away rendered useless.
Inez eyed you with disinterest. "You can't even handle my thumb, Allegra. You need this training, badly. It's for your own good, obviously. And, really, it's hardly an inconvenience for me, if that's what you're worried about. I get a good exercise in too, so if you're just trying to be misguidedly considerate, rest assured I'll gladly spend the rest of my life whipping you into shape if need be." Inez declared, with a proud smile on her face.
Internally, a part of your soul died.
Trying to convince Inez that her 'services' weren't wanted had proven to be impossible, though you'd never stopped trying for all the decades she'd deemed herself your drill instructor. For some inane reason, she truly and completely could not get it through her stubborn skull that her efforts to train and toughen your body were not appreciated, especially when Inez's idea of training almost always resulted in you being crushed, smashed, and smeared in humiliating and degrading ways.
Sure, technically, in some small ways, you had perhaps improved a bit as a result of Inez's relentless desire to train you with her tough love. You could react a little quicker, reform slightly faster, and perform mildly more impressive physical feats than your average affected. But had those small boons been worth the thousands of hours of your life lost to Inez's actions? No, it absolutely was not an equivalent exchange!
And Inez's boot camps, as she referred to them, were the worst of the worst. It was one thing for Inez to either notice you squished, or squish you herself, and then leave you to fend for yourself as a sort of 'impromptu strength exercise'. It was another thing entirely for Inez to fully put her attention on you for a prolonged exercise session, as she made it her mission to crush and break you in infinitely imaginative and painful ways, all in the name of 'helping you'. 90% of the time, you ended a session as a crumpled twitching lump of flesh, soaked in Inez's sweat. The other 10% of the time, you were smeared onto your older cousin's body, Inez fully content with leaving you stuck there until you managed to 'save yourself'.
But Inez was certainly right about one thing, which was that you couldn't even defeat her thumb. And so you remained trapped in her fist as your cousin strolled down the hallway towards the exercise room she and Sloane had set up together. As she walked, you were carried right past Sloane and Shaye's rooms, and you heard the muffled voices of the two friendly giantesses who you desperately wished you could be spending the day with instead of your merciless cousin.
Inside the exercise room, Inez closed the door and instantly cranked up the heat, always preferring to sweat up a storm during her workouts, much to your horror. She then placed you on the floor, and got out some different supplies from a cabinet. You took a moment to look around the room (and briefly contemplated running for your life, though you knew that'd merely end with Inez unceremoniously splattering you under her heel).
The room wasn't too big, but large enough for Inez, Sloane, and Shaye to all exercise at once if they so chose. In fact, three yoga mats were laid out on the floor, with Sloane's the cleanest (smelling like perfume), followed by Inez's being the most sweat soaked and smelly, and Shaye's being the most dirt coated (Shaye had a real habit of picking up dirt, perhaps from always loving to be outside). There were three large-sized yoga balls, some resistance bands, and a set of weights in the corner, and finally the dreaded exercise bike, which had endured many thousands of miles being ridden upon it (a few dozen with you yourself stuck to the padded seat, much to your dismay).
Inez then walked back over to you, and stared down at you with such fierce fiery passion in her eyes that you couldn't help but cower. You recognized that look. For the next hour or two, Inez was no longer your cousin, and any remote shred of mercy she held towards you didn't exist. She was in full drill instructor mode, and you knew that whatever plan she held for you, it was going to suck...and according to Inez, it was all going to be 'for your own good'.
1) Inez is planning to start with some yoga and stretches, so she pushes you onto her sticky, damp yoga mat...then sits upon it herself to begin.
2) Inez is planning to get in a good bike ride to start, and picks you up and drops you right onto the bike seat, before then dropping her colossal rump upon you.
3) Inez wants to specifically train your reformation abilities, and so has planned a gauntlet of crushing-related exercises she wants to subject you to, and test your capability at handling the various parts of her body smushing you.
4) Before Inez can begin, Sloane pops in wearing her own exercise attire, wanting to join her girlfriend in working out. Inez allows her, and also points out that you're joining in too, much to Sloane's delight.
5) Before Inez can begin, Sloane pops in wearing her own exercise attire, wanting to join her girlfriend in working out. Inez allows her, but does not point you out, leading you to be squished under Sloane's foot, your cousin's girlfriend apparently filling the role of 'impromptu strength exercise' today.
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