(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
Felicity gestured grandly in the direction of one of Belle Rivière's seemingly endless hallways. As she did so, her already tight uniform blouse pulled a little tauter on her modest but still impressive bust, instantly drawing Jenna's eyes. Your sister stared just a second too long, enough time for Felicity to flick her gaze to Jenna, who turned beet red and glanced away (missing the soft smile on the blonde vacation assistant's face).
"If you both follow me, Aline and I will get you ready for our first activity, which is going to be a scenic bike ride around Paris. As a seasoned guide, I will show you all of the best routes and sights, and promise an amazing time." Felicity's supermodel smile could light up a room, but from your position on Jenna's palm, the way that Felicity actively avoided looking at you instilled a sense of dread instead. The French woman had made it abundantly clear you were nothing more than a commodity to her, which was almost as demeaning as it was anxiety-inducing.
Surely, as a foreign guest, you still deserved to be treated with some amount of care, right?
Jenna and Mari followed along with Felicity, while Aline took the two women's bags and carried them to their deluxe resort suite. Mari glanced over her shoulder and spared you a small smile, but it wasn't hard for you to see how uneasy she was. Still, it didn't feel like any of you had a choice in the matter, so you merely gave Mari a thumbs-up that you hoped was reassuring, even while you were still mentally begging the cruel gods in charge of your fate that this vacation could still go off without a hitch, and that you could still propose on the final day.
It was, after all, the exact day and date ten years out from the moment Mari had first accepted your offer of dating. It had been near the beginning of seventh grade, and you'd barely survived the day to get to Mari and ask her thanks to Penelope continually shoving herself in your path. Thankfully, you'd reached Mari before the bus ride home in the afternoon, and she'd accepted your offer. Now, on this monumental anniversary, you truly felt ready to propose marriage to Mari, knowing in your heart that there was no one else in your life you would rather spend your future with. Hopefully proposing this time wouldn't be as much of an almost-mess as asking Mari out in the first place had been.
And, hopefully, nothing happened to the engagement ring you'd already bought, and was sitting in a special box tucked inside your suitcase, which was, in turn, nestled amongst Mari's own suitcase.
Felicity finally stopped her fast pace at a small room with a swinging door to the great outdoors on one end, and miscellaneous exercise equipment and machines scattered about. Presumably, it was the exercise room of Belle Rivière, and it was certainly state of the art. What drew your eye, however, were the three high-end sleek bicycles resting against one wall, each painted and accessorized in the same style. They were probably the bikes you would be using for the Paris tour...but what was Felicity's plan for you? Just to ride with Mari? Hopefully.
Felicity spun on her heel and flashed her guests another wide smile. "Ladies, along this wall you'll find Belle Rivière's specially tailored sportswear that we allow our guests to borrow. If you would please, change into these outfits and tuck your current clothes into the provided lockers. We will return here after our ride to freshen up and change back. I'll leave you two to it, while I myself will change." Felicity then, for the first time in several minutes, locked eyes with you. "Of course, I will take your little one with me too. He has his own role in this activity."
With clear reluctance, Mari dropped you into Felicity's hand.
Outside the room, Felicity almost immediately bumped into Aline, causing her to gasp. "Oh, Aline! Just who I was looking for." Felicity said, slipping back into French.
Aline raised a coy eyebrow. "I finished in their room already. I'm guessing next up is her little licensed one's turn?"
"It is indeed. You know where to put him, right?"
"In his proper place?" Aline joked, to which Felicity laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes yes, I know. He'll be the perfect comfortable support for his very pretty owner on her bike ride." A spark of mischief danced in Aline's eyes. "Speaking of 'very pretty', I saw you eyeing that other guest. The one with the glasses?"
Felicity's cheeks burned pink. "S-She might be my t-type, but she is a guest, first and foremost. My job always takes priority." Felicity huffed and walked off to her own changing room to slip into workout gear, even as Aline continued laughing, the shorter brunette now holding you in her grip.
From the way Aline smirked down at you with anticipation, you knew whatever was coming next would not be fun.
*****
You mentally groaned, and even though you knew it would be futile, you tried to wriggle or squirm. Nope. Nothing. Your body was way too flat and stretched out to budge, and Aline had, after all, glued you in place.
In the span of only about five minutes, the playful brunette had walked you back to the gym, approached one of the bikes, and had flattened and stretched your body out between her smooth palms. She'd then pulled you taut and pressed you down right over the seat of the bike, applying you to it like a seat cover. Ensuring your face was looking up and out and that it covered the full size of the seat, Aline had then folded your excess flesh over the side and glued you in place with a few adhesive strips.
Jenna and Mari approached minutes later.
The two had changed into their provided sportswear, in the closest sizes to their own that they could find. Jenna's new outfit fit her pretty well, as it was comprised of a modest, slick, tight top and then matching compression shorts. It left a sizable amount of your sister's lean stomach on display. The outfit was dark blues and violets, and emblazoned with the logo for Belle Rivière. Mari's was theoretically the same, but it was obvious your girlfriend had had difficulty finding a spare pair to fit her much curvier physique. The tight top looked painted onto her breasts, and the shorts were riding up her ass, exposing a bit of her bronzed cheeks as she walked.
Mari soon glanced down at you. "Oh, that's a quirky design. Almost looks like a little dude for some rea--" She stopped. "...oh. Matt, you're...oh." She began biting her lip.
Jenna glanced down at you too, barely concealed glee in her eyes. "Oh, hey, big bro! Nice of you to volunteer to pad out the seat for Mari." She turned to your girlfriend. "That's considerate of him, isn't it? See, I told you that he always goes out of his way to be selfless for you! These long bike rides can be killer without some padding."
From behind Jenna, Aline giggled. The girl clearly didn't know any how to speak English, but she apparently comprehended enough to get Jenna's joke at your expense. Jenna turned to smile in camaraderie with the girl, only to gape in surprise as Felicity strolled back into the room, having changed herself into her sportswear.
Truthfully, Felicity was in the same outfit as Jenna and Mari were, and she didn't even fill it out to the wild extent that Mari did, but as Jenna had no intrinsic attraction to Mari, Felicity looked like a goddess to her. The taller blonde smiled warmly at Jenna, who truly could not force herself to look away from how firmly the top held the French woman's perky chest, or how her cute butt swayed side-to-side in that damn mesmerizing way.
Felicity put a hand on Jenna's shoulder. "I see you're admiring the little one's work as a seat cushion. It is one of my favorite ways to enjoy tinies."
Jenna chuckled, sliding into French. "Oh, and my brother loves it too, trust me. He might complain about this stuff, but there's no reason to listen to him. He loves being treated like this." A tiny part of Jenna's consciousness told her she was laying it on too thick, but the rest of her mind violently kicked that potential guilt aside.
Aline's eyes widened. "That so? Guess we can really push the little one to give all he can to us." She glanced at Jenna. "Anyway, what tiny would you like for your seat cover? We've got a whole stash!" She pointed to a box on the wall labeled as 'Performance Enhancing Tinies (PETs)'.
Jenna gulped. "Uh...no, I'm okay, actually." Aline and Felicity looked at her questioningly, and Jenna paled. "I...uh...have a soft butt?"
Aline looked unconvinced, but Felicity held up a hand. "The guest is always right. Shall we begin?"
Saving your sister from having to confront her wildly conflicted feelings about her treatment of you compared to other tinies, Felicity claimed her seat on the first bike, while Jenna hoped onto the third. In the middle, Mari hesitated, glancing down at you again, while you could only stare up at her and blink, too smushed flat to do anything else.
With a final wince, Mari plopped her heavy booty onto the seat, and thus, onto your body, almost instantly pulverizing you beneath her glutes. Tight compression shorts already riding up her ass, Mari steadied herself and started pedaling, immediately applying copious amounts of pressure on her poor little boyfriend. You, of course, could only whimper.
1) Due to the combined efforts of Felicity and Jenna, it isn't long before Mari starts easing up on the bike ride and you slip from her mind. You suffer under Mari for the entire ride.
2) Mari's stays conscious of you the whole ride, much to Felicity's annoyance. Felicity decides she'll have to be even more direct in her treatment of her new guest's little one in the future, as she's now determined to show Mari that life is better when you use tinies.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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