You breathed a deep sigh of relief as you looked up to see that it was just Claire. She must have remembered you, and returned to retrieve you. She smiled and picked you up. She ran back out of the locker room, and caught up with Kim once more. As she returned to Kim, you finally managed to get a good look at what everyone was wearing.
Kim was obviously not trying to draw attention to herself. She wore lose, plain basketball shorts and a loose t shirt. Claire was wearing an outfit that was a little more riskay. She had on sweatpants (a little tighter than normal) and a tight t shirt. Glancing from your perch in Claire's hand, you saw Sarah on the other side of the gym, and your jaw dropped open. You could tell Sarah wanted to get some guy's attention. She had on tight black yoga pants that hugged her butt tightly, and a revealing black sports bra. Claire's voice snapped you back to reality.
"Ben!" She spoke down to you. She had stopped walking.
"Yes?" You asked. She pointed behind you, and you saw the cycling machine sitting there. You sighed deeply.
"You know the drill Ben." Claire giggled upon seeing your reaction. You did know the drill. She sat down on the seat of the bike, and put you down on the display monitor. "The drill" involved something Claire and you had been doing for years. While riding the bike, Claire would close her eyes and pretend to be riding in the country side. Meanwhile, you would sit on the display and give Claire constant reminders of how much time she had left and calories burned. Stuff like that. As soon as she put you on the display, you realized it was very slippery. It must have just been cleaned. You tried your hardest to hold on.
"I'll be over here Claire!" Kim called out. She had moved several machines down. Claire nodded. She gave you a wink, and turned the machine on. Setting the timer to thirty minutes, she closed her eyes and began biking.
Things went well for the first five minutes. You told Claire how many calories she had burned, but you couldn't read the time from your position on the display. Leaning forward to see better, you told her the time, but suddenly your hand slipped. You screamed, but not loud enough for Claire to hear. You had no handholds on the polished glass, and slid right off the monitor. You tumbled through the air, landed with a thud on Claire's thigh. She didn't feel you, and continued to bike. Her legs bounced up and down, throwing you all over the place. You were jostled from thigh to thigh, but it wasn't that bad. Things got worse.
Only a minute or two after your fall, Claire realized she had a wedgie. Her sweatpants had ridden up her butt a little, and it was getting uncomfortable. Not opening her eyes, she raised herself off the seat slightly, pulled out her wedgie, and sat back down. Yeah...that felt better.
You saw the look on Claire's face, and felt her legs start to rise. Uh oh. You tried to run, but she was too high up. You fell down through the crack between her thighs, and fell for what seemed like only a second before hitting something hard. You thought the floor was further away than that. It was. Looking up in horror, you hardly even got a chance to see anything before Claire's massive, sweat soaked ass crushed down on you.
The intense pressure instantly flattened you to the hard seat of the bike. Claire had felt nothing, and continued biking on, blissfully unaware. For you, it was practically hell. The constant grinding of Claire's butt cheeks as she cycled nearly tore you in two. It did a good job of stretching and crushing you though. You wanted to yell to her, but obviously you could not. You could do nothing but endure the torture of your own sister working out.
This continued for another twenty five minutes. Every five minutes, Claire would stand to pull out her wedgie. You would be spared for a second, than crushed once more by the tremendous weight. Everytime you felt yourself getting more and more smashed. Finally, you heard the buzzer sound, and Claire stopped. You heard some muffled speech. It sounded like she was looking for you. After a minute or two, she stood up. But where did you go?
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