This choice: You’re saved and commence training. With an unaffected woman named Ellie. • Go Back...Chapter #7Personal Trainer Ellie by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Azazel-8)
Fortunately for you, Rio knew full well how absentminded your mother could be, and didn’t trust her to get the message in one go. Rather, she took the time to patiently explain how she had discovered you and how she had concluded that it was a living tiny, almost certainly yourself. “After all, isn’t it better to take him off and find out, rather than leave him there on the off-chance he’s just fabric?” Lauren couldn’t disagree with that logic, and much to your relief, after bidding her friend goodbye, she want straight back to her studio, spreading your leggings prison out across one of her desks and squinting down at you slightly to identify your exact position before grabbing her stitch removal kit.
Of course, even if she believed it was you, it didn’t mean your motive, or lack thereof, was entirely clear to her. “How did you end up like this Matt? Oh!” She seemed to have a sudden thought as she moved you around a little under her studio light to find the almost invisible stiches holding you in place. “Were you just trying to help out Rio?” She smiled brightly. “That’s so nice of you Matt. You’re such a good boy to support your girlfriend’s mother like that.” If you were physically capable of it, you would have facepalmed at your mother’s usual obliviousness, but as it is you’re just happy that she doesn’t decide to leave you where you are so that you can keep helping to fix the leggings.
To her credit, even if she was unsure of your motive, Lauren did wince a little as she started to slowly unpick the threads holding you in place, belatedly feeling some regret for having punched holes into the body of her tiny child. She knew as well as you did that they would heal while you reformed, but it wasn’t as if she enjoyed the idea of inflicting pain on you. It took nearly two hours for her to pick out all of the thread, compared to the only five minutes it had taken to seal you in, and by the time she was done you were as sore as you’d ever been from all the poking and prodding. Once free, you were hung from a nearby clothesline by a single peg, pinching what you thought might have once been an arm, with your mother turning away to attend to the fixing of Rio’s leggings again. This time she used a piece of Tinex, and you shuddered at the thought of how easily that could have been you.
A treacherous part of your mind feared that your mother would forget you again, and that instead of letting you reform she’d store you away as just another piece of product. If that occurred, there was a chance you’d end up sewn into clothing for some random woman and lost to your family forever. Thankfully, while it did seem like you may not have been front and centre of her mind, your mother merely left you behind when she finished her task, leaving you overnight to reform before finally returning to find your reconstituted body hanging from a clothespin clamped around your left hand. “Good morning sweetie! It was so nice of you to help out Rio like that when I was short on material, but next time make sure to let me know ahead of time so I can make sure to cover you up properly.”
You sigh as the vice grip on your hand is removed and you drop into your mother’s waiting palms. “Sure. Thanks mum.” As much as you’d like to correct her, you get the feeling it would just lead to further misunderstandings. The important thing was that you were home and safe, and not sewn into the leggings of your girlfriend’s mother. In any case, Lauren wasn’t done yet, her smile bright as she gazed down at you lovingly. “I spoke to Rio last night, and the two of us agreed how valuable it would be for you to have a tiny personal trainer. Don’t worry, though, we’ve already worked out the costs between us and your trainer is available to start straightaway this afternoon. Isn’t that great!?”
“Oh. Uh… sure. That sounds… great.” You were more than a little miffed that such an important decision had been made without your direct input, but you had to admit that Rio had been fairly persuasive the day before. When you’d first decided to be more independent from your mother you had tried to find a gym or personal trainer of your size, but everything you could find was just classes for tinies taught by regular-sized women, with multiple reviews from attending tinies warning of the dangers. Just recently you’d been checking reviews for the tiny-only section of Focused Fitness, and noted that they’d started doing tiny-only classes as well, only to be dissuaded by multiple comments stating that the instructor had recklessly crushed her students, seemingly oblivious to the damage she was causing. One man had even complained that he’d almost been accidentally taken home.
You hadn’t heard that the gym had gotten a new tiny staff member to take over the training, but you could understand why after how the previous instructor had gone. He was probably new. There wasn’t much point checking for reviews now anyway since the deal had apparently already been made. Still, you shouldn’t complain too much, especially with the two older women willing to foot the bill. It would be good at least to have someone train you whom you could interact with on the same level. Those thoughts and others were still going through your head when Lauren happily set you down on the kitchen table to fix breakfast. And they were still going through your mind when Jenna appeared to flick the spacing-out you to the chair below. You could at least say that by the time your mother’s butt crashed down on you, you had begun to focus on more pressing concerns.
The remainder of the morning passed fairly quickly, and you managed to only get squished another three times. After being left behind on the chair you’d managed to escape Jenna’s next attempt to grab you, ducking beneath the table and making a break for the hallway. While being trampled by your mother as she headed back to her room wasn’t the best possible outcome, it did effectively get you away from your sister, and once you were peeled off in said bedroom, you were able to slip back under the door with no-one the wiser. Of course, your younger sibling did eventually catch up to you, and had you provide some extra cushioning for Lauren for her favourite soap opera, but you’d count those couple hours of freedom as a win in your book. And yeah, after that you’d still somehow ended up under your mother’s breasts as she took a nap, but really that was just par for the course.
By the time the doorbell finally rang, you’d been left alone for long enough to change into some tiny exercise gear, and relocated yourself to the very centre of the coffee table, confident that your black clothing would stand out against the off-white surface. Hearing your mother open the door, you had the distant thought of who might be dropping your trainer off, belatedly realising they’d have likely needed a lift. There was the distant voice of a woman you didn’t know, so that ruled out Rio or Mari sadly. Maybe it was another instructor from the gym with some spare time on their hands. It was only when one of the largest chests you’d ever seen entered the room, following shortly by the full curvy body of a young woman chatting happily to your mother that you realised the crushing truth.
She was clad only in a sports bra that did little to contain the tremendous size of her chest and tight spandex shorts that did an equally bad job at concealing her massive rear. Her brunette hair lay across her shoulders, a single lock being twirled around one finger as she spoke. Stretched across her chest was the logo of Focused Fitness, the letters so stretched out they could barely be read. Her hazel eyes were sparking with happiness as they slowly left your mother and starting to inch their gaze towards your location. The hands of this woman, who could almost give your Aunt Cass a run for her money in sheer sex appeal, were empty. You had misunderstood. When Rio had spoken of a tiny trainer, she hadn’t meant a tiny who was a trainer. No. She’d meant someone who trains tinies. She’d meant this woman. The instructor you’d read horror stories about. Crushing-Machine Ellie.
You were immediately struck by the desire to flee, but there was nothing you could do as those roaming eyes locked onto you, your previous desire to be noticed now acting against you as a loud squeal sounded out and your new trainer leapt forward. The best you could manage was a half-turn before a massive hand scooped you up, fingers curling around you far too tightly as you raced up at dizzying speeds. The immense bulk of her chest raced by in front of you until the two of you were face-to-face, her wide smile and happy gaze visible for only an instant before you were sent rushing towards her lips. Without any chance to protest, you were pressed firmly against the pillowy masses, your head nearly going all the way into the humid cavern beyond as hot breath washed over you and this woman you’d never met before happily made you hers, kissing you for several long moments.
When she did finally pull back you were gasping for breath, only to be moved back to her front and then crushed to her chest in what you could only presume was meant to be a hug. “Oh, it’s so great to meet you Matt! I’m Ellie, and I’m going to be your personal trainer from now on. Just think of me as your teacher, friend and guardian angel all rolled into one.” Even if you could think of a response to that, there was no way you could speak from your current position, your lungs compacted along with the rest of you as you were plastered to the trainer’s chest. “Rio has told me all about you and her darling little daughter Mari. That’s so cute! I hope you guys are happy together forever and ever! And I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you can handle whatever she throws at you!”
But just what kind of training does Ellie have in store, and is there anyway for you to get out of it?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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