"Wait, what am I doing?" Shizuka wailed. "I need to sit down! God, Allegra! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" Shizuka stomped once more through pure nervous energy (foot-crushing you a final time), before she proceeded to sit down to get a better angle to peel you free...
...and she choose to sit directly where she stood, right atop you.
Through one not-fully-mangled eye you looked up at the sight of Shizuka's unfathomably huge ass descending like a meteor, and you had just enough time to let out a hissing whimper through smushed lungs before the Japanese giantess' thicc booty clapped down onto the carpet with a resounding 'whump', her ass cheeks jostling like crazy from the landing impact. Your pathetically diminutive self didn't stand a chance.
Shizuka's own clapping ass cheeks hid the sound of your malleable self squelching beneath her rump, leading to Shizuka being oblivious was to what had just happened as she took a second to shimmy a bit to get comfortable (further grinding you under her planetary posterior and cellulite-dappled ass cheeks). She then grabbed her foot and peered intently at it, expecting to see her coworker's smushed self, who she then planned to free, profusely apologize for hurting, and then maybe she'd go to the bathroom to cry. Or throw up. Or both.
Instead, Shizuka saw nothing, and her own panic multiplied exponentially.
"Wait, where are you?" Shizuka moaned, her breathing beginning to escalate as her heart pounded furiously. "Allegra? Where did you go? You were right here!"
Through the tons of fat and ass flesh you were being crushed under, you just barely heard your panicky coworkers wails. With what was probably the last ounce of strength you had within you for the moment, you managed a faint twitching buzz. Thankfully, it registered to Shizuka as a barely-perceptible itch on her ass cheek...which she proceeded to subconsciously snuff out a second later with a forceful grind of her booty against the carpet, the girl not wanting an itch to distract her from looking...for...
"Oh god." Shizuka wailed, before hopping up to her feet as fast as she possibly could. And you rose with her, the beating you'd taken from the incomprehensible weight of her derriere enough to stick you to it. You and her gelatinous ass cheek wobbled around like crazy as the plus-sized girl rose to her feet and dashed over to the full-length mirror against the wall. It was a nauseating feeling to be tossed up and down along with Shizuka's booty cheek, but at least you could rest assured knowing it'd only be a minute before you were...
Your entire body then became crushed painfully, as Shizuka backed right into the mirror itself, compressing you into paste between her ass and the mirror.
"Aah, too far! Too far!" Shizuka nearly screamed, berating herself. She pulled away a second later and began doing what she'd originally intended from the start, which was to use the mirror as a guide to locate you and free you. However, Shizuka was less a human being at this point and more of the living personification of flustered panic, and so even though she had ever advantage in her corner, the 'Shizuka Snowball' effect ensured everything still became a mess anyway.
Her hands trembling, her breathing way too quick, and her eyes blurring with tears, Shizuka's efforts to free you were clumsy, useless, and genuinely did more damage than good. Even though all she had to do was hook a fingernail into your squishy body and peel your malleable self free, she couldn't even manage that in her full-on-panic-mode. Her misguided pokes and probs only ended up smearing and smashing your body even more into her quivering fleshy ass cheek, grinding you into the fabric of her sweatpants with agonizing crushing force. And it went on for over five minutes, Shizuka looking for all the world like she was trying to fuse you with her sweatpants and dominate you with her booty, her rescue efforts were that miserably bad.
Finally, it all came to an end, as an unknown voice spoke up from the entrance door to room 2A.
"Uh...did I come at a bad time?" The voice said, with a bit of wry sense of humor. After all, it did look like (to someone without proper context) that Shizuka was just feeling up her ass in the corner of the room.
Shizuka let out an adorable yelp and stopped what she was doing immediately to properly face the woman who had arrived.
The woman looked like she was about 26, and she had close-cropped red hair, tanned skin, and bright eyes and smile. She was quite toned, with particular emphasis on her beautiful, sculped legs and thighs. A runner of some kind, most likely. She was wearing a flame-patterned sports bra and matching micro compression shorts.
"S-Sorry, sorry!" Shizuka bowed her head in apology.
"It's fine, I shoulda knocked." The girl laughed. "The name's Amity. I think you're my physical therapist for the day, unless this isn't room 2A."
"N-No, it is!" Shizuka assured her, motioning to the two chairs. "P-Please, take a seat, Amity. M-My name is Shizuka."
"That's a cute name." Amity said, winking while taking a seat. Shizuka blushed, and then claimed her own seat...which of course led to you being pounded under her posterior as her heavy booty crushed down into the chair.
Shizuka's eyes instantly widened, and she let out a pathetic sound as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You...okay?" Amity asked, leaning forward.
Shizuka shook her head, miserable. "M-My coworker is s-stuck to m-my b-butt." She explained. "I'm s-such an i-idiot..."
Amity raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "Oh? Guess that little spot did look like a tiny. Want me to get him off? Or her?"
"W-Would you? A-And h-her name is Allegra."
Amity grinned. "You're asking me to touch that killer booty of yours, Shizuka, and helping a tiny out to boot. Not really asking a lot of me."
Shizuka expressed her profound thanks as she stood up and practically shoved her ass in Amity's face (prompting the redhead to blush). Then, in less than five seconds, Amity peeled you free and placed you down on the small table between the two affected-sized chairs, allowing you to finally breath fresh air and start reforming from the crazy whirlwind this morning had been.
While you reformed and Shizuka calmed down, Amity explained how she'd pulled a hamstring the other day, which was really causing pain in her left thigh. But she was also sore all over from practice runs before a big upcoming marathon, so she was down for whatever Shizuka thought would be best to ease her soreness and help get her back in tip-top shape. And Amity expressed interest in working alongside a tiny too, so overall she seemed like a pretty decent client for being your first-ever unaffected client at Small Stature, Big Heart.
Finally, Shizuka was back in her professional state of mind, and you were reformed, so Amity's PT session could begin in earnest. How does it go?
1) A few accidents occur, but all told it goes really well!
2) It goes perfectly. So perfectly in fact that Amity gives Linda a glowing review of both you and Shizuka after the session. Impressed, Linda calls you into her office to tell you she's giving you a promotion. However, Colleen is also there, and apparently had a hand in this too. Suddenly, you're a bit worried what this 'promotion' might be.
3) It goes pretty horribly. Amity is a good sport, but Shizuka can't stop roping you into increasingly chaotic messes that leave you suffering through basically the entire session.
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