(Chapter originally written by Kentwolf)
As Bella cycled away above you, her ass rocking back and forth with the motions of her pedalling, the cushion cover did little to protect your body from the weight of the focused woman. As her buttocks rose and fell with the motions, it was as if you were dough being kneaded by two mobile mountains. Sure enough her claim to her friend about her ass was true, it was all muscle. As such, it meant you had more pressure slamming into you than you would if she had a softer ass. With each cycle of the pedals you were smashed into the foam, flattened out more and more.
Through the constant pain of the crushing, you felt your body beginning to spread out, each impact smearing you more and more, further and further. You had no way of tracking time, no way of crying for help, no way of stopping what was happening to your hidden body under the cushion cover. Bella was focused fully on her cycling, listening to the music and the pounding of her blood pressure as she worked up a sweat very quickly. You were thankfully spared the sweat soaking into you, as the cover did its job at least, absorbing the woman's sweat as it soaked through her clothing.
While you prayed for rescue soon, your heart would have dropped if you had known that an hour into Bella's routine, Mari had walked past, chatting happily with her mother, totally forgetting you were even at the gym with her. The two women left, blissfully unaware that you were trapped in the gym, hidden from sight and under the ass of an exersize nut.
By the time she reached her goal and slowed down, panting heavily, your body felt like it stretched the entire length of the cushion, unable to spread further due to the cushion cover clipped tight, you now formed the shape of the cushion itself. Even if the cover was taken off, you currently were so stretched out and smeared, you had no visible features, you would simply look like a tan cushion to anyone glancing. Not that that was likely as the new cover had only just been put on and they were designed to be long lasting between replacements.
You felt a lot of pressure leave you as Bella climbed off the machine, taking a swig of her water before going to meet back up with her friend. Even with the tight pressure of the cover, it felt like bliss to have that woman get off of you in comparison. Unfortunatly, due to the tightness, you still had no space to reform and so likely would be keeping your new shape until the cover was removed.
Your moment of respite was short lived however, as another woman climbed on a few minutes after Bella left. She didn't speak, she was alone, but you felt the bike shake as she climbed on an instant before a planet slammed down on you once again. Traped and so flat you couldn't even cry, you had no choice but to put up with the new womans cycling, repeating the torture that Bella had put you through once again.
Over and over you were used as the day went along, you lost track of how many women sat on you and for how long each did so. Eventually the gym closed for the day and you would have heard the gym go silent, if you hadn't already been crushed and smeared so much that your ability to hear was all but muted. When one of the employees came along and sprayed the cushion cover with disinfectant spray, you mentally jumped from the cold that went through the cover, but of course, such actual movements were beyond you. Then the woman began scrubbing a cloth along the cover to make sure it was clean after a day of sweaty asses soaking it. You felt the tingle of chemicals as the pressure of her rubbing soaked the disinfectant through, before she moved on to the next machine.
The rest of the night you lay there, in silence, immobile, crushed beyond reason and silently weeping about your situation. If anyone had glanced across the dark gym, they wouldn't have noticed anything amiss, all unaware that there was a captive hidden amongst the equipment.
Your first warning that the new day had arrived was the bike shaking as someone climbed on, before they slammed their weight down on top of you, starting the daily routine once again. Unable to hear, with no visability, all you could do was suffer under the womens asses as they worked out and moved on, the day of crushing and brief respites becoming so monotonous that you found your focus fading as all you had was pressure and less pressure, no other interactions. You had no way of identifying these women, no way to communicate, so you simply found yourself almost switching off out of mental fatigue.
The nights were quiet, scrubbed clean at closing then left alone until morning, before having a busy day full of womens asses pounding your body into weaker and weaker paste. You felt you must be practically fused with the foam cushion by now, your body pinched by a million little pores of the foam, pushed deep and anchored like a strip of velcro. You wondered how many days it had been since you got trapped, before deciding it didn't matter, you had no way of escaping, so what did it matter how long it had been.
You hadn't even known that Mari herself had sat on top of you over a dozen times, unaware her missing boyfriend was so close, yet so well hidden as she cycled away with your sister on the next bike over. While Mari had forgotten you had gone to the gym, Jenna had managed to work out where the two of you had gone on the day you went missing. A tingle of worry at losing you forever mixed with her desire to find where you had gotten stuck for a good laugh, so she had started going to the gym reguarly with Mari, always keeping an eye out for any sign of you. She was always good at spotting you, no matter what shape or state you might be in. Though even she didn't think to look under a seat cover.
As the months dragged on, even Jenna began to worry you had gotten stuck to some stranger and was lost forever, but for some reason she felt you were still at the gym, somewhere. So she kept coming, keeping in shape and even dragging Ashley along. The three girls enjoying their exersize sessions together, occasionally getting lessons from Rio as well, though Jenna tried to avoid those intense work outs if she could.
One day she had just stepped out of a lesson with Rio to grab her water out of her bag, which she left by one of the rowing machines. As Jenna took a deep draft of her water, enjoying the cold refreshment flow through her, she glanced around and noticed that some staff were taking off seat cushions and replacing them with new ones. She hadn't realised the covers were removable and it caught her curiosity. She slowly wandered over, glancing at the women working as they moved from machine to machine, chatting to each other.
As luck would have it, she had moved over just as they got to the bike machines and peeled the cover from you. You felt a sudden lessening of pressure above you, confused but unable to tell what was happening, the foam holding you tightly in place. Jenna glanced at the tan seat cushion with interest as she saw the state of the cover and the women getting out a new one to put in its place. She hadn't seen the other cushions so didn't know if they were all tan, but that did look a bit like her brothers skintone, even if it was uniform across the cushion....
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