"To get to the point, Allegra," Linda continued. "I'm going to need you to offer your services to one of our other therapists, as they work with their own normal-sized client. Or, um, unaffected client. However they prefer to be addressed, of course. We're more than willing to accommodate whatever our precious new clients want or demand. Right, Allegra?"
You muffled a reply, but it wasn't as if your smushed lips brushing against the dirty undersole of your boss' boot was actually going to get her attention.
"I'm going to assume you're on board with this." Linda said, not actually seeming to realize she was preventing you from speaking. "Just head to room 2A once you finish...uh...whatever it is that you're doing right now. You'll find one of your coworker's there, and they'll be more than happy to put you to use during their session with a client. And I just know the client will enjoy your willingness to serve too. It always feels good to be useful, doesn't it?"
You chaffed a little at Linda's utilization of the word 'useful', as it could be pretty triggering for an affected like yourself. The word really brought to mind those accursed Usage Licenses that the CTC had installed into societal acceptance decades ago, and would seemingly forevermore be around. Horrible and inhumane documents that legally stripped your affected brethren of their rights and identity, rendering them nothing more than enslaved property. It was yet another cruel tactic the CTC used to normalize the mistreatment of tinies.
"With that said, enjoy your day, Allegra." Linda concluded, before turning her attention to her phone and walking a few steps away.
As soon as she was out of sight, you started working on reforming, only for your plus-sized shortstack boss to stomp back into view mere moments later, her eyes locked on her phone. Just barely, you heard her say the words 'should probably wipe my feet' under her breath, and your eyes widened in panic at what was about to transpire, and you had no ability to prevent with your mouth still smushed.
Helpless, you cried out in pain as your boss trampled right back onto your crushed, battered body, and proceeded to pound and scrape her dirty boots all over your mashed body. She'd already mentally stopped thinking about you, and you were nothing more than the floor mat to her now, and so Linda had her way with you for over thirty seconds straight of smearing, grinding, and pounding. You trembled with agony, even after she finished and walked away, leaving you as a flattened, stained, aching mess of a person.
It took you eight full minutes to reform from Linda's powerful slamming and grinding boots, just before the impending stampede of incoming clients would be arriving. Dirty and tired, you scampered off in the direction of room 2A, trying your best to brush yourself clean as you ran. Right as you made it to room 2A, you heard the front door of the clinic swing open, and a cacophony of excited voices chattering and feet stomping, practically tearing the poor mat you'd been stuck to to shreds. You shivered at the thought of still being there.
Once inside room 2A, you took in the sights (not much to see, just some chairs, a table, and drawers full of supplies). Standing in the center of the room, though, was the coworker with whom you'd be working for the day, and lending your services to. You were still a little antsy about the idea of 'lending support', as you certainly did not want to actually have your squishiness be used in any sort of demeaning way. Hopefully, your partner would respect that.
"I'm, uh, here to lend my support. Whatever you need me for, I'll do my best." You announced to your giantess partner, who smiled down at you.
1) Your partner is Brinley, who is eager and energetic to work alongside you. Knowing your wife, though, she might get so excited that she starts getting carried away with you, and might start assuming you're okay with her using you for certain things with her client.
2) Your partner is Theresa, whose chilling smile tells you everything you need to know about how your day is going to go. She's absolutely going to use your body's malleability to her own twisted enjoyment, and whether or not she ropes the client in on the 'fun' depends entirely on who she gets as her first patient.
3) Your partner is Shizuka, which fills you with an exceeding amount of calm, knowing how kind and pro-affected the girl is. With her, though, there's always the concern of what you dub the 'Shizuka Snowball' effect, wherein the girl makes a single innocent mistake that snowballs into an avalanche of crushing chaos as her panic kicks in to the extreme. Hopefully she's got an easy-going client.
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