“Shit. Shit, shit!” Michelle’s face paled, and she slapped her forehead. “How did this happen? Why did this happen today, of all days!?” By now, the phone had rang three times, and was close to going over to voice mail. Swallowing with concern, Michelle turned her phone on speaker and set it down on the counter.
“What’s up girl!?!?” A bombastic voice cried from the speaker. If your flattened body would’ve been capable of it, you would’ve physically winced at the overwhelming enthusiasm coming from the voice on the end of line. “Hope you didn’t forget about how little promise!”
“P-promise?” Michelle replied, trying to act innocent. “I don’t remember any…”
“Girl, you can’t fool me! We talked about it just the other day! I’m coming over to run you through my most rigorous exercise routine!”
“T-today? Uh…um…” Michelle looked between her phone (as if her friend could see her) and the poor squishy guy trapped against the back of her thigh. She tentatively scratched at your tiny body, absentmindedly wishing you would just peel off with ease before things spiraled out of control. “C-can’t we…”
“You’re the one who begged me to show you the ropes, ya goofball!” The voice laughed happily. “You talked about being worried about your big ol’ butt and thick thighs!”
Michelle blushed bright red, and her hand instinctively clenched up, her fingers digging roughly into your head. “I…I…I did n-not talk about…I did NOT use those words!”
“Right, I adlibbed that a bit. You’re curvy in all the right places girl. Guys go nuts for you anytime we walk around the street.” The voice assured her, something telling you they took a bit of enjoyment from envisioning how embarrassed Michelle was getting. “So…I thought about it, and figured exercises working on your thighs and ass are the best thing to do today. Really stretch out and tone up your flesh in those areas.”
Michelle grimaced. “ZAYA! Zaya, can’t we pl-please just…”
“Girl…” The voice, Zaya’s voice, giggled. “…I’m at your front door already.” The line went dead, and the melodic chime of the front door rang out. Michelle screamed out of pure surprise, frantically running to her room to find some clothes to wear. She was a smart girl, and knew her tight leggings would be hell on your helplessly plastered tiny body. In fact, they might even squish and press into your with enough force and over a long enough time to truly make your current position permanent.
Michelle’s heart skipped a beat as she realized all of her shorts were in the in her dirty clothes hamper, waiting to be washed. Sparing her adorable little tutor a look of sympathy and regret, Michelle walked back to the bathroom and hoisted her leggings back up her legs and around her butt. She could just barely feel you against her skin, and frowned with guilt at what she had to do to you, simply by necessity.
Trekking to the front door, she unlocked the latch and let the girl behind the phone voice into her house. Her best friend Zaya strolled in, stretching out her arms and giving Michelle a big hug. The redhead rather shyly returned the hug, her thoughts continually drifting to the tiny passenger she carried along on her thigh, concerned about how horrible your position must be.
Zaya was twenty-four years old, and had been Michelle’s best friend since they were in elementary school. Short but stylishly swept purple hair fell lazily across an exceptionally cute tanned face, mostly covering one brown eye. A beautiful smile filled Zaya’s face, though she hardly ever wasn’t smiling. She stood slightly taller than Michelle, and had a confident, carefree air about her.
You obviously couldn’t see a thing while trapped in darkness, your whole body squeezed against Michelle’s supple thigh, but Zaya was certainly a looker. Less outrageously curvaceous than some women you knew in your life, her modest breasts, lean abs, and sculpted ass were still a sight to see. Further enhancing her image of a gorgeous athlete were her tight purple sports bra and matching purple booty shorts that hugged her butt so tight it was a wonder they didn’t make her uncomfortable.
“Hey hey! Dressed for the occasion!” Zaya grinned, circling around Michelle, who wrapped her arms around herself in a subconsciously defensive pose. “Damn…you are super blessed with your body, girl!”
“God, Zaya!” Michelle whirled around, keeping her butt faced around from her playful friend. “A-are we…doing th-this or not?”
Zaya winked playfully. “Sure thing. I brought two yoga mats and a wireless speaker for my phone. Always helps to pump some high-energy music at max volume when ya sweat!”
“O-of course…” Michelle nodded slowly, meekly following her friend into the next room. With each step, she could feel your miniscule body shake along with her thigh, her guilt deepening. She prayed Zaya would take it easier on her, but you knew better than her. When fate had it out for you…it REALLY had it out for you.
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