"Ten inches? Lucky you" the dark haired woman chuckles, the clattering of keyboard strokes barely reaching me as the machine continues to hum and whir around me.
"How did you..." I begin to croak, my throat soon refusing to make any sort of utterance as it too grows overly relaxed and numbed.
"Oh it's all here" the dark haired employee giggles, a key more keystrokes quickly following. "Don't worry, we know someone who will enjoy it far more. Thank you for filling that order for us, we needed another Show Room Body and that bulge will be peeeeeerfect. But as for you...We've been needing to have a bit of a clean out for a while now."
I struggle to let out much more than a wheeze and groan, my lungs emptying themselves of breath with each attempt to call out for help while struggling to refill themselves. The pin pricks grow worse and worse by the second, my skin burning for a few moments before I soon find a blast of frigid air soothe the aching site.
My shoulders slump, my arms hanging low by my side as I find myself leaning against the machine. My chin catches the edge, a low whimper escaping my lips as I feel my flesh and bone deform slowly as my whole body weight is seemly applied to singular point.
"Oh don't be so grumpy" the dark haired woman mutters from beyond my sight. "I mean you just weren't cut out for a membership here, these things happen all the time... well not all the time, but it won't be that bad... I mean... " she muses, each word being less and less confident as time goes by.
My eye twitches as I feel something twist inside me, a churning in my gut that send chills up my spine and leave my eyes watering. I feel like I'm going to vomit, a sense of nausea and vertigo wracking me as the machine begins to make a new set of wiring and grinding noises.
"But like... once it's done it's done" she mutters flippantly, the sound of the machine reaching a fever pitch. "There... we... go..." the young personal trainer chirps, each bright and bubbly word soon being accompanied with another grinding snap and yank from somewhere inside of me. Each twang was like a muscle tearing, sinew breaking only to be unable to mentally identify where it had come from.
My eyes are suddenly forced shut as a bright red light flashes over my face from within the contraption that had been made my prison. With each pulsing and stinging flash I feel my head throb, the temples aching more and more with each strobe of the harsh light. Thankfully, before anything close to a migraine can form I find the light suddenly ease off, the sound of the machine growing quieter and quieter by the second as the sound of foot falls begin to race closer.
A loud pop and hiss erupts from the machine, my limp and numbed from tumbling out of it and to the cold hard ground with a palpable thud. I struggle to even breathe, my breaths coming in short shallow shudders as I struggle with the lack of feeling through my body.
"Oh wow..." the young woman murmurs, her foot falls slowly approaching the wire fence separating us. "You look... so...tiny" she giggles, struggling to hold back fits of laughter.
Panting and wheezing I try to look up, my eyes going wide as I watch the hair fall from my eyes. The short light brown strands seem to hang from a moment after I move, lagging behind me as they paint the air behind them in a blurred after image. For a second, between the time it takes for them to reach their end point I spot what almost looks like a series wild and messy strands of brunette hair dangling in front of my face. My whole body shakes and aches as I try to move, the cold floor leaving me shivering as the icy surface seems to chill me to the bone.
"What did you..." I gag, pausing as I hear my voice warbling and crackle between my deep and masculine tone and something squeakier and with a subtle nasal rasp to it.
"We got rid of some of the trash clogging up our paying members" she states in a matter of fact tone, folding her arms across her chest. Looking up at her my vision shudders and shifts, alternating rapidly between a clear view, a terrible blur, and a distorted image from behind some kind of glass. "We threw you some bones though, no need to thank me."
Wheezing and whining I manage to get an arm underneath me, my whole body shaking as I struggle to move while still fight back the numbness. I feel it slowly shift to pins and needles, the lack of sensation making the act of getting my feet under me an almost insurmountable struggle. I quickly feel myself grow short of breath, the feeling of sweat building on my skin though not appearing anywhere in sight.
"Thank you for your traits though" the young woman cackles, waltzing back towards the desk before leaning down towards the computer. "Six foot four, ten inch cock... must be as thick as your fore arm now that... twenty twenty vision..." she uses, cataloguing a list as her eyes shift over the glowing screen.
With my legs shaking I finally force them beneath me, slowly easing myself up to a standing position. Despite my best efforts I can't seem to stand up correctly, the room feeling too large and too small at the same time. My knees remain bent in a fairly deep squat, each attempt to stand at my full height suddenly giving me a momentary glimpse of some thick and heavy oversized brown sweater resting atop a slender shaking thigh.
"Might even try out some of these myself before we..."
Without waiting for her to finish I
lurch forward, throwing my body against the wire frame door in the metal
fence. As I impact the loosely closed door I find my vision warp and
shift, a faint taste of vomit filling my mouth as the world twists
around me and snaps my body with it.
Holding a hand to my mouth I stagger forward, my eyes darting around as I find myself back out in the gym proper and the upbeat pop music blasts around me. My heart hammers in my chest, my body shaking and sweating beneath me and the after image I was leaving, my nauseated and sickened state growing worse by the send as I find the blurred after image of my hair giving me a sense of motion sickness.
Behind me I hear a set of footsteps, the springy footfalls of the trainer rapidly approaching. Looking over my shoulder I spot the back office, my lurching form having somehow moved from the back to the front of the gym while skipping over the actual office entirely.
The machine I had been trapped inside sits wide open, the small pedestal that had low when I entered seeming having been raised far higher at some point in the past few minutes.
"Sorry we couldn't help you" she coos in a sickly sweet and condescending tone. "Unfortunately, we can't have someone who gets this... tired after simple exercises. Maybe you could try Twenty-Four Hour Fitness across town" she chirps, smirking at me with a glint of cruelty in her eyes. "Or maybe a walk to the library is more your speed. They even have seats there, so you can catch your breath"
Before I can respond the trainer reaches out, grabbing my shoulder and shoving me lightly towards the entrance. Try as I might I find the young woman easily overpowering me, the dark haired girl not even breaking a sweat as she slowly forces me further and further through the gym.
My after image quickly overtakes her in my vision, the messy haze of shapes and color making feel ill to look at. Whipping my head to the side I spot myself in the long mirror running along the wall of the gym, various men and women standing beside it and watching their form as they lift weights and do exercises.
My heart skips and my blood runs cold as I catch glimpses of someone beneath the shifting haze that comprised my body. A flash of wild and wiry brown hair, a hint of thick framed tortoise-shell glasses, a fluttering of a long ankle-length skirt with a stick like leg stumbling beneath.
A sudden gust of fresh air hits me as I'm shoved out of the gym, the faint drizzle quickly soaking some sort of thick fabric left unseen while my arms appear completely dry. My shifting vision grows a new sight, a veil of fog slowly creeping across the pane of warping glass as I pant from my previous exertion.
The dark haired woman's lips twist and pucker as she smirks, be body hunching a little as she struggles not to laugh and make a scene.
"Thank you for considering Full Form Fitness" she coos, her voice quivering as she holds back her amusement. "But I do have ask that you don't... come...back..." she states, her eyes narrowing as she stares daggers at me. "Byeeeeee..." she suddenly chirps, waving playfully as she pulls the door shut.
I'm left blinking rapidly at the glass door through my headache inducing shifting vision, the dark haired woman nodding to other trainers who each look at me with a knowing glance.
Staggering back I feel the rain prick at my face, the pins and needles of the left over numbness making each droplet feel like ice against my skin. Yet I feel warm, overly so, and sweaty as I find myself still catching my breath from the one pushup and the short sprint.
"What's wrong with..." I blurt out, pausing to place a hand over my mouth as I feel like I'm moments away from vomiting. I listen and retch and my stomach gargles ominously, the taste in my mouth reminding me of when I'd had to do laps at gym all those years ago.
"I need... I need to sit..." I heave, swallowing hard as I begin to stagger through the rain in a fugue state.
I barely even notice the twists and turns I take down the winding streets, my vision left struggling behind foggy glasses and my mind constantly fighting to keep my stomach under control. However, after who knows how long I find myself snapping out of my daze.
Blinking and shaking my head I struggle to see through the unreal glasses flicking before my eyes, my gaze quickly falling on...
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