"So, simply put, you'll be taking on an unaffected client today." Linda announced. "As you know, our pre-registration list is massive, so we'll all be pretty busy for a while. This'll be a new situation for you, I'm assuming, but I'm confident you can get the job done."
You blinked up at your short-stack boss in what you hoped was a gesture of understanding. Sadly, Linda's brow only furrowed deeper.
"I...guess I'll have to take your silence as acqueisence then, Allegra. Unless you...oh, wait." Linda paused, shifted her weight, and finally moved her shoe off of your smushed lips. "Oh, was I on your mouth? I suppose that explains why you were being pretty quiet. Huh."
With a raspy voice, you called up to her. "L-Linda, I'll do my b-bes--"
Your boss was no longer paying attention, though, and demonstrated that point quite succinctly by planting her foot right back onto your mouth once more, crushing your lips, and dislodging another few flecks of grime right into being force-fed through your mouth. She began tapping away on her phone, and in so doing, also tapped her feet, further smushing and crushing bits of your malleable, stretched-out body under her colossal weight.
"Anyway, Allegra, you've got ten minutes until doors open. I'll be manning the front desk today, and I'll send someone to you who gives me the best 'Allegra' vibes. I'm sure you'll enjoy whoever I pick out to be your first client. See you around."
Finally, after far too long, your boss moved off of you and strolled leisurely away, leaving you to quiver in exhaustion. However, spurred on by the fear of still being glued to this damned mat in ten minutes when the doors opened to the public, you kicked your body into high-gear and started reforming. However, after only a minute, you felt a sudden tickling sensation around your midsection, and then the mat itself seemed to surge up from beneath you, pushing you upwards and aiding in your reformation.
With a 'snap' your elongated body popped free from the mat, and pulled itself back together a minute later. As soon as you did so, you turned towards the center of the mat, and watched in shock at the sight of a tiny girl pulling herself together from a blobby shape. Said blobby shape quickly materialized into a human body with an energetic jump and front-flip, until the girl in question came to stand right before your stunned self.
"Whoa, hey, Allegra! Was that you on top of me? Kinda crazy we both got all squished to that mat, huh?" The energetic, mile-a-minute affected girl buzzed with enthusiasm.
"F-Frankie? You were there the whole time?" You balked.
Francine 'Frankie' Murphy nodded violently. The recent college grad had interned at Small Stature, Big Heart for a few years, and officially joined the team last year. Her very existence threatened to break your brain's perception of your own kind. She was easily the most physically talented tiny you'd met. You'd never seen anyone else run as fast as her, jump as high as her, or scream as loud as her, and certainly no one could reform as lightning-fast as Frankie could. The petite, slim-figured Black girl was an enviable tiny for those traits alone.
And what did Frankie do with her incredible skills? Willing get herself into trouble, over and over again. Frankie was a loud-and-proud masochist and a lesbian, and her lust for the fairer sex was uncontrollable. Countless times you'd witnessed her throw herself willingly under a stomping shoe, or a sitting booty, and many times yourself you'd ended up horribly squished trying to save Frankie from her worst enemy: herself. Frankie was a horrific judge of both character and situation, and you'd taken on the exhausting task of trying to be the tiny girl's role model and steer her in the right direction...to little success.
"Yeah, I've been there since yesterday morning." Frankie grinned. "God, and the feet that stepped on me in that time? Soooo amazing! I mean, Linda could stand to clean her boots, but Shizuka? She's like a goddess! Oh, and don't even get me started on Theresa! I have to make sure I thank her for putting me there."
"'Putting you there'?"
"Yeah, she's the one who dropped me onto the mat and stomped me at first. Then I was just kinda stuck, until I used you as a sort of connecting-squishiness to latch onto and help me out. Which I really only did since I don't wanna make big boss Linda mad on our big day today. Although...god...do you think she'd punish me if I made her mad?"
You shook your head. "You're impossible, Frankie. Most tinies would kill to have your skills, and yet you actually enjoy being squished."
"Don't you, when it's your wife? Your uber-mega-hottie wife?"
"When it's safe, and consensual, and loving...yes. I do." You admitted. "Being a floor mat is none of those things."
"Eh, to each their own." Frankie shrugged, her casualness grating you a bit. "Anyway, I just hope my client today is super hot too. That'd be amazing! Maybe one of those friends I always hear Theresa talking about, from that sorority."
"That'd be the last thing you'd want, Frankie. I promise. Those girls are pure evil."
Frankie shot you a cheeky grin. "But Allegra...if evil, why hot?"
While you blustered, Frankie let out a lilting laugh and raced off at her preternaturally quick speed for a tiny, crossing the room almost as fast as a giantess' walking speed.
Frankie's lust for life and the monumental curves of the fairer sex was something you wished deeply you could support. But in the society you lived it, it just wasn't feasible, and it pained you that Frankie couldn't see that yet. Despite her bravado and courage, you feared she'd one day blunder into a situation she truly couldn't get out of, like being hit with a usage license from the CTC. She had a huge blind spot to the consequences for her actions, and though she was often exhausting to deal with, you'd keep trying to help her if it would maybe spare her from the sort of sickening fate.
You then dashed off to your own assigned therapy room, which was down the hallway with the meditation rooms (though you could utilize one of the exercise rooms later on, after getting to know your client a bit and feeling out their needs). You slipped under the door right as you heard Linda unlock the front door back in the lobby, signaling that a veritable storm of giantesses were about to descend upon the clinic, right alongside your pre-established tiny members who would be experiencing just as much shock as you were. You sent a little thought of hope for their safety.
You then surveyed your room, which was the pretty standard sparse layout of the rooms in this wing of the clinic. Two unaffected-sized armchairs, and then a small table between them which is where you always liked to stand. Then some closets and drawers around the perimeter of the room with various supplies and equipment and tools and such. Anything you'd need to help your clients, outside of the full-on exercise machines in the rooms in the other wing.
By the time you finished analyzing the room, the door behind you slowly swung open, and the towering form of your first-ever unaffected client strolled into the room. You fought down a gulp, turned on your best smile, and prepared yourself.
1) It's a woman in her early forties, with dark Black skin, frizzy brown hair, and a full smile. She's exceptionally voluptuous, with quite a bit of heft to her breasts, gut, and thighs, but most of it is absolutely packed away in her ginormous caboose. The woman introduces herself as Jessie Malachi, and explains that, despite its size and considerable fleshy padding, her ass has been pretty sore lately due to how much lazy sitting she's done. You decide to tailor your care techniques around her astronomical ass.
2) It's a woman in her early forties, with extremely pale skin, long black hair with a violet streak, and a subdued analytical expression. She's as full-figured and plus-sized as your boss, and somehow even more curvaceous, with proportions that truly strain credulity. Most impressive is her bust, which nearly rivals your wife's unfathomable chestiness. The woman introduces herself as Sydney Campbell-Stein, and explains that her posture's been suffering lately, and it's really hurting her chest. You decide to tailor your care techniques around her bodacious breasts.
3) It's a woman in her early thirties, with golden-tanned skin, wavy auburn hair, and an imperious sort of expression, like she thinks herself better than anyone around her. She's tall and lithe, but still fairly curvy around her bust and butt. It's her feet, though, that seem to shine with a tantalizing allure. The woman introduces herself as Lenora Saint James, and she's an extremely popular and talented dancer. She explains that her feet are killing her, and she'll do anything she has to to help them feel better. You decide to tailor your care techniques around her fantastic feet.
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