This choice: Aerobics (dancing, jumping jacks, etc.) • Go Back...Chapter #5Aerobics (dancing, jumping jacks, etc.) by: Kentwolf   You silently screamed for help from your girlfriends mothers ass as she began her aerobics routine, moving to the beat of the music as she jumped and stretched. Unaware she had a captive audiance getting a first hand view of her excersize routine, Tina kept her movements going to the fast music, making her ass bounce around as she worked up a heavy sweat. You were thrown back and forth, up and down, the world a total blur as you felt like you would throw up from the motion but currently had no mouth nor stomach to do so.
As she worked up her sweat, it began to soak into her yoga pants, as well as into you. The fabric had already sucked up your liquid body like a sponge but now with the sweat added in you felt like it was slowly diluting you, making you thinner and easier for the fabric to suck you up even more. Sadly, tina's body heat from her work out had kept you as a liquid and you hadn't set. This hadn't happened before, you had never been sucked up into fabric as a liquid and stayed long enough to become totally fused to the fabric fibers, but it was certainly happening now. You even began to darken from the sweat the same as the rest of her tan coloured yoga pants, totally unnoticable as you liturally became one with the fabric.
The motion and sweat stench combined was too much for you and you slowly slipped out of conciousness. As you awoke, you had no idea how much time had passed but you felt fresh, you could smell freshly laundered clothes and realised you were still a part of the yoga pants and had gone through the wash without waking up. You tried to move but the fibers had totally sucked you in, you could move no more than they could, only stretch when worn. Suddenly Tina came into view wearing a casual dress and reached down grabbing you, without a second glance she folded you up and placed you on a growing pile of clothes, quickly placing the next item ontop of you.
You were totally paniced, how would you get out of this, no one knew you were trapped in the Yoga pants and it was obvious you wern't visible, hell even a wash cycle had done nothing to dislodge you from the pants. You felt Tina pick you up, humming a tune to herself as she carried the pile of her clothes to her room and slid your pile away inside her closet. With a faint creaking sound she closed the door and your remaining light was gone, leaving you in silence to contemplate your future as a pair of yoga pants.
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