The Landmark Resort, Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The following morning, Thomas gradually found himself awakening from a pitch-black, dreamless sleep. He had never slept so soundly through a night, nor felt so defeated and exhausted in the morning afterward, as he did now. His eyes were still closed, and before opening them, his brain registered that he was having some difficulty breathing…not only that, but something else was wrong too. It felt like his arms and legs were spread out wide, yet strangely confined, like something hard was holding them down, keeping them from moving. For about half a minute, Thomas’s mind languidly registered these sensations, not quite able to make sense of them as he came out of his stone-dead slumber.

All in a rush, he realized that he was actually awake, and opened his eyes. But he got a nasty shock when his vision failed to yield anything but a dull, glowing red. Thinking that maybe he wasn’t fully awake yet, Thomas closed his eyes again and opened them, but was desperate to find that, once again, all he could see was that same red, splotched completely across his vision, so that he couldn’t even make out any distinct shapes. A terrifying thought fired through his mind:

‘Am I…am I dead!?’

After what Mia had put him through the previous night, Thomas wouldn’t have been at all surprised to learn that she had literally suffocated him to death with her colossal ass, but then again, as he thought more about it, he figured that Mia wouldn’t have killed him like that, at least on purpose. She loved humiliating him and playing with him far too much for that, surely…

‘But then…maybe she suffocated me by mistake,’ thought Thomas frantically. He quickly corrected himself, though, understanding that such a possibility was simply out of the question.

‘No…she…that wouldn’t happen,’ he thought, less out of a desire to assuage his fears than a belief in Mia’s power and authority. ‘Dommy Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.’

But where on earth was he right now!? Even though he had at least reassured himself that he was, in fact, alive, Thomas still felt panicked about what was going on, and, in a fit of agitation, tried and failed to move his body. But he just couldn’t budge…not an inch…anywhere. And the more he tried to wriggle around in place, the more he realized that he wasn’t just floating through space, weighed down by some invisible force on all sides. No – he could tell now that his body was pressed firmly against something huge, expansive, cushy, and soft…and yet, something that still had substantial strength to it. His first thought was that maybe Mia had blindfolded him and tied him face-down to some kind of waterbed, filled to the bursting point with warm water…warm…whatever it was, it sure was warm…no…HOT. Was it just his imagination, or was everything getting hotter, all of a sudden?! He tried again to move, and realized, from the sensations on his back, that he wasn’t just being pressed from below – he was being pressed from above too…in BOTH directions! His arms and legs were still outspread, in a kind of ridiculous, permanent pose, and he couldn’t budge. Wherever he was, he was trapped!

“H-Helppp!” he managed to croak out after a few unsuccessful attempts. His voice sounded so odd in his ears, bizarrely high-pitched, but at this point Thomas was too panicked to care how silly he sounded.

“Mia!! I…I mean…Dommy Goddess!!” Thomas called, “I…p-please! Help me!!”

The “floor,” or “wall,” or whatever it was that Thomas was tied to, seemed so huge and expansive that Thomas was afraid it had simply absorbed his pleas for help. But then, just when he was about to yell out again, his entire world moved. The hot, pillowy firmness that was pressing against his entire front shifted in a massive, earthshaking rumble, and, even though he couldn’t see much except that same red color, Thomas felt like he was on a roller coaster, with his stomach and other organs rising rapidly up, then down, in his body. Whatever had just happened, he had been abruptly moved.

“Mmmmmmm….sounds like somebody’s awaaaaake!”

Thomas’s mind ground to a screeching halt. Mia’s voice. So big, so huge, so deep…it felt like it was coming up from the very bowels of the earth, through the huge wall he was pressed against…through the huge, fleshy wall that…wait…flesh…fleshy….

Thomas couldn’t move, but even if he had been able to, he would have stopped dead. He suddenly knew where he was. And, the next moment, bright sunlight came streaming in from above, and Thomas found himself blinking up into the effulgent sight of Mia’s huge face beaming down at him. She had peeled back something, something black…and Thomas understood that it was spandex. The gigantic, expansive flesh all around him became oriented in his brain, and Thomas knew, with a jolting shock, that he had been trapped INSIDE Mia’s spandex, and that his entire body was now no bigger than one of the ass cheeks he was now splayed helplessly around.

“Oh boy, you were out like a LIGHT last night,” Mia chuckled down at him, shaking her head slowly as her delighted reveling brought back memories for Thomas of her huge ass suffocating him down into unconsciousness. “You just couldn’t handle me, could you?”

Thomas tried to answer, but he was currently too overwhelmed to even make a sound. Mia stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth, biting it sexily as she flexed her ass cheek, sending Thomas’s entire body into a jiggly bounce that persisted for many long seconds after she had flexed. She hiked her two fingers down a bit more, lowering the spandex so that his head was now almost poking out.

“Don’t worry, Thomas,” Mia purred, “I’d expect nothing more from my own personal ass cloth! As you can see, you’ve…ahem…grown into me overnight, haven’t you?”

After a few more seconds of gaping, Thomas finally found his voice again and blurted out, in the same ridiculous high-pitched voice:

“B-But…I’m smaller! I…what d-did you do to me!?”

“Aww, does my little ass-puppy really not know the answer to that question?” Mia hummed, arching an eyebrow down at him. “Come on sweetie, use your five senses…here, I know your little brain is overwhelmed right now, so I’ll give you a hint – what do you smell?”

Thomas blinked up at her and then, as he inhaled, he immediately understood. He hadn’t even noticed it before, but now that Mia had called his attention to it, the smell was impossible to miss: the telltale fragrance of the chamomile-jasmine massage oil. Mia had obviously applied it to her ass – and to him – after he had passed out the night before, and so he had spent the rest of the night slowly shrinking down until he was no bigger than her ass cheek.

“Aha, now I see you understand,” nodded Mia down at him with slow exaggeration, like she truly was speaking to a pet, a slave, a lesser being. “Mmmm, I love your precious little face, Thomas, especially when it’s just sinking in how tiny you are compared to me, how weak and submissive…how completely MINE you truly are. So what about it, tiny pet? Are you happy down there? Are you enjoying being an ass cloth for your Dommy Goddess?”

Thomas nodded his head emphatically, even as he was still recovering from the shock of how small he had shrunk. There was no getting around it – he belonged to Mia, utterly and completely, and it was lunacy to pretend otherwise, or to act like it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Still, though, he knew that Mia was sure to have plenty of surprises in store for him today, plenty of sexual teasings and titillations and torments that he could only begin to imagine. It was no wonder, then, that even though Thomas didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than pasted onto Mia’s asscheek, he was still very nervous about what she had planned.

“Oh look!” Mia smiled, peeling back even more of her spandex so that Thomas’s head now actually cleared her waistband, “I see a tiny head peeking outttttt! Can you see yourself, Thomas?”

After blinking rapidly for a few seconds, Thomas’s eyes got accustomed to the bright light outside of Mia’s spandex, and a picture of the room gradually took shape. He had been expecting to be in the Burgundy Suite, but was surprised to find that they were actually in a gym, brightly lit by the late-morning sunshine, and facing a full-wall mirror that brilliantly reflected the natural light. It suddenly hit him that Mia had snapped her spandex on top of his unconscious body and gone out of the Burgundy Suite, out into the world, with him under there, still unconscious, the outline of his little splayed body visible for everyone to see. HAD they seen him!? What had they thought!? How many people had noticed?? All of these questions were swirling around in his head, but as his eyes began to focus on the mirror, he realized what was happening – Mia was standing up…and posing…with her backside facing the mirror, as she admired her gigantic ass from over her shoulder. Her proportions were absolutely out of this world, with her thick hips and thighs curving up in exquisite tandem to support the biggest, meatiest, juiciest ass he had ever seen. Thomas gawked for several seconds at the reflection of her ass, and only after she brought her finger down and pointed did he notice his own head poking out of the spandex…and the outline of his tiny body against her huge, weighty cheek.

“Heheh oh my god…he didn’t even notice himself plastered to your ass!”

Thomas started in surprise, looking around for the source of the voice. It was Luna – who else sounded like that – but he couldn’t see her at all. His eyes quickly scanned the mirror, but he couldn’t see anything except Mia’s thick, delicious body in an apparently empty gym. But then he saw Luna emerge from around Mia, holding her phone, obviously filming. Luna was certainly voluptuous and sexy in her own right, but, standing behind Mia, Thomas hadn’t even been able to see her. And it had all been by Luna’s design, since she was taking such evident delight in Thomas’s look of surprise.

“Thought I was just a voice in your head, huh?” Luna teased, using one hand to brush her silver-dyed hair out of her face while she used the other to bring her phone close and zoom in on his little face peeking up above Mia’s spandex. “Haha, nope! Just hiding behind Mia’s fat ass!”

Thomas couldn’t move anything below his neck – he was so tightly splayed against Mia’s ass that he felt like a tiny animal…or even an insect…as he strained and wiggled his head and neck to try and free himself from his spandex prison. Luna was soaking it all up, laughing as she recorded his struggles from a variety of close-up angles.

“Poor little thing…he was sooooo tuckered out last night,” Mia chuckled down to Luna, before switching to address Thomas directly. “I had arranged to meet Luna here this morning, little pet…as you can see, they finally completed renovations on our gym, and Luna was going to film a quick vignette of me working out here, to showcase it to all the patrons.”

“Speaking of which,” Luna added, “The renovations look totally bomb, Mia. Like, I really dig that wall mirror especially. It’s absolutely perfect for showing off, you know, the best ass on the island...who am I kidding, the best ass in the entire WORLD.”

“Mmmm you know I always love it when you flatter me, Luna,” laughed Mia, lifting herself up slightly on her toes and then coming back down, so that Thomas’s world jiggled and shook as her ass bounced crazily up and down. “And I have to say, the biggest, fattest, juiciest asses should all come equipped with their very own cheek towel!”

“That’s you, Thomas,” Luna grinned, zooming in on his bewildered face. “She’s talking about you…haha, wave to the camera, cause this is one hundred percent going in the showcase for the patrons!”

“W-Wait…what!?” Thomas stammered, managing to shake his head back and forth, since he couldn’t really do anything else. “No…h-hold on, Luna, I –”

“Oh wait, I totally forgot that you can’t even move your arms and legs,” Luna interrupted, now scanning her camera purposefully over the impression of Thomas’s body splayed out under the spandex that was stretched tightly over Mia’s ass cheek. “Never mind then, heh…”

“Little ass cloths don’t need arms and legs,” purred Mia. “They just need to be extra absorbent!”

Thomas had started trying to squirm around some more, in response to the news that Luna was actually filming this whole humiliating debacle, but as usual his attempts got him absolutely nowhere. All that appeared on Luna’s recording was this tiny head, peeking over Mia’s pulled-back spandex, straining and wiggling itself around fruitlessly, trying and failing to escape.

“He isn’t just any ordinary ass cloth, you know,” came Mia’s deep, amused voice, clearly directed to both Luna and the general viewer of her recording. “He does tricks too!”

“Oh! Oh! Show us!” Luna exclaimed excitedly. “What can he do?”

“Well he just does wonderful impressions,” Mia replied, her rich voice dripping with sarcasm. “Here look, this is one of my favorites – the bobblehead dog!”

Thomas had no idea what Mia was talking about, but the next moment she had swiftly started shimmying her huge, thick hip up and down, up and down, sending his tiny head into a rapid, bobbing cadence. She only bounced her hip a few times, but then, even after she stopped, her immense flesh continued to quiver and bounce, drawing out Thomas’s helpless “bobblehead” impression. For nearly 30 seconds, his head kept vibrating all over the place, eliciting delighted guffaws from Luna, who was making sure to capture it all on video.

“Oh my god, Mia!” she burst out, “That’s amazingggg – did you have to teach him that one!?”

“You know it,” Mia smirked knowing, winking at the camera, “But then again, my little pet is always down to be trained, to learn new tricks. Isn’t that right, little ass cloth?”

Thomas was out of breath at this point, but managed a weak nod up at her, followed by a pittering little “Y-Yes Dommy Goddess.” In response, Mia reached her thumb down and pet him on the head, tousling his hair.

“Mmmmm, that’s good to hear,” Mia continued, turning back around so that Thomas was facing the mirror again, staring at his tiny body spread out helplessly under her spandex, “Because I’ve got a new job for you this morning. Are you ready to do it, little cloth? Are you ready to do a good job and make your Dommy Goddess proud?”

“Of…of course I am!” Thomas squeaked out. At this point, he didn’t even care that Luna was snickering behind her phone, filming the whole interaction. He had recovered from the disorientation of waking up trapped in spandex, shrunken down and plastered to Mia’s ass…and now that he had started to get his submissive juices flowing again, he was eager to please and serve Mia in any way that he could. His cock, of course, was still imprisoned in the dreaded purple box, which was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps Mia had left it back in the Burgundy Suite? Or maybe she had it on her somewhere; Thomas really didn’t know. But the mere reality of his current situation was enough to send the arousal surging through his little body. He was only as big as ONE of her ass cheeks…and even then, as he looked a bit more closely in the mirror, he wasn’t even sure that he had it completely covered. There seemed to be some extra space that his outstretched arms and legs couldn’t even reach.

‘So I’m even smaller than a single one of her ass cheeks,’ Thomas thought to himself, feeling his face get redder and redder in a mixture of embarrassment and intense erotic excitement. But right as he was beginning to warm to whatever task Mia was going to ask of him, he found his world suddenly going darker. Alarmed, he glanced up and saw that Mia had begun to pull her spandex back into place, closing him back inside his tight, humid prison.

“W-Wait…no! I…I don’t…!!” Thomas began, sputtering out his words nonsensically, but Mia had only raised her eyebrows up at him in delight as her eyes went wide, waving to him with her free hand as she drew the tight, snappy curtain of her spandex back over him.

“Say bye bye, my little ass cloth!” she cooed down at him in a sexy, high-pitched, tormenting voice. “It’s time for me to put you to work! I want you to be as absorbent as you possibly can, okay? Mmmmm good…here, get a last little shot in, Luna…of me closing him up…yeeeeah, haha, perfect. Okaaaay bye little ass cloth…bye byyyyeeeee!”

Thomas was going to try to get one last word in, to beg her to let him stay out in the fresh air, but it was too late. With a decisive SNAP Mia had closed her spandex back over his shrunken body, and, once again, he was completely immobile, unable to even raise his head. His face was smushed directly into the firm pillowy flesh of Mia’s ass cheek, and thanks to the renewed pressure of the full-force spandex, he could feel his entire body pressing into her, to the point where her ass flesh was actually rising up above the indentation that his body was leaving. Trapped, paralyzed, and completely at her mercy, Thomas wondered what on earth Mia had planned for him…and he wasn’t going to have to wait long to find out.

“Okay!” came Mia’s bright cheerful voice, rumbling deeply through Thomas’s body with every word she spoke, “Now that I’ve got my personal little ass cloth in place, I can show you all some of the new equipment that I’ve had installed in the Landmark Resort’s newly-renovated gym. We had all this work done because you, the patrons, said in survey after survey how much you wanted a larger, expanded spot to exercise, to clear your minds, to start good habits anew – and no matter the reason, I heard you. And I thought, we get the best people coming here! So purposeful and driven…they deserve to have this. So, here we are! Here Luna, give them a little panorama shot of the whole place…mmmmm, perfect…”

“Look at all those weight machines!” Luna exclaimed from behind her phone. “Everything you could possibly want! And a full line of dumbbells right here, from 5 to 100 pounds…”

“I prefer the 100’s myself,” chuckled Mia, winking at the camera. She turned around and jiggled her ass with her hand, sending Thomas’s body bouncing all over the place. “Gotta have something moderately heavy for my Romanian deadlift warm ups, before my squats.”

“Oh yes, and speaking of squats!” Luna continued, panning her phone over to the other side of the gym, “Look at that – twenty power racks ready and waiting for an influx of our most ambitious patrons, ready to get their sweat on.”

“Getting their sweat on…exactly,” hummed Mia, and she reached down and gave her ass a smack, just above Thomas’s head, once again sending him into a crazy tempest of jiggling ass flesh. She pointed at the camera, continuing her spiel to the patrons. “Before you use any of the weight machines or power racks, it’s important that you warm up! Now, of course you could go for a nice little run on any of our many different trails that go all over the resort, past the fountains, along the beach, by the tiki bar, and so on…orrrr, you could make use of these brand-new treadmills that I’ve had specially shipped from Japan, that make use of the newest cutting-edge fitness technology.”

Thomas was hearing all of this loud and clear from his captive vantage point, and, the next moment, he felt an immense, titanic shift beneath him, above him, below him…all around him…as Mia stepped up onto the treadmill.

“The weight limit on these is generally 300 pounds,” Mia continued, switching it onto the “1” setting and beginning to slowly walk in place. “But, I mean…look at me! Hah, I’d break one of those just by stepping on them. So, of course, I had these specially fitted with extra-robust backing and a sturdier mat that supports anyone up to 500 pounds. So, to all you lovely patrons who, like me, are on the heavier side, not to worry – we’ve got you covered!”

Thomas’s body was steadily gyrating up and down, and side to side, as Mia continued to walk in place while she talked. He could tell by the rhythm of her steps that she wasn’t even walking that fast, but it was absolutely insane how much a few simple steps sent her colossal ass cheeks bouncing. From Thomas’s perspective, it felt like he was glued to a huge, overarching wall…a wall that was perpetually in motion. He was almost grateful that he couldn’t see anything except the dull red of her ass flesh in the nearly-pitch-black light, because anything more and he might have started getting motion sickness. And even though Mia had only just started walking, Thomas could already tell that the temperature had risen a bit inside her spandex…and that it was beginning to get a little stuffy.

“Now the maximum speed on these treadmills is 12 miles per hour,” Mia was saying, taking obvious enjoyment in filming this segment for the patrons while showing off Thomas, “So if you want to do full sprints, you’ll have to do that outside on one of our trails…or on the beach! But see, let’s go a bit faster here…here’s the “2” level, or 2 miles per hour. Still leisurely, you see? Now how about “3?” See, now we’re going a good bit faster, which is perfect for warm-ups. You almost want to be sweating by the time you’re done, and if, like me, you sweat a lot anyway, you can reeeeally work up a nice one here, even if you’re just warming up.”

Thomas could now feel it getting hotter and hotter, stuffier and stuffier, inside Mia’s spandex, and as a result it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. But that wasn’t even what he was thinking about right now, because, right as Mia had switched to the “3” speed, his mind had suddenly been shot through with vivid images of Mia’s huge, fat ass jiggling and bouncing around, with him plastered to it, exactly as he was now. At first he panicked, thinking that he was hallucinating in the midst of passing out, but his labored breathing of the humid, spicy air told him that he wasn’t losing consciousness.

No – as he felt the soft chuckles ripple through Mia’s flesh as she increased her pace, Thomas understood. She was telepathically projecting these images of herself into his mind, using her inexplicable powers to further tease and torment him in his captive state. Image after image flashed through his mind of Mia’s huge, meaty ass bouncing and gyrating with each step she took, and Luna’s camera zooming in on the shape of his little body helplessly attached to her ass cheek, forced to move exactly as her gigantic cheek moved. Thomas shut his eyes, straining against the tight spandex on one side of his body, and Mia’s hot ass flesh on the other…he didn’t really even know what he was doing. He just felt completely overwhelmed by what was happening, and his fight-or-flight instincts were kicking in. But just then he heard Mia’s cooing voice in his head.

“What’s wrong, little ass cloth? Why are you straining, hrmmm? Where do you think you’re trying to go? You belong riiiight there, right where you are. You should be overwhelmed with gratitude that I’ve granted you the privilege of serving me in this way.”

“I…I am, Dommy Goddess!” sputtered Thomas, having trouble getting his words out as his face and lips were pressed hard into Mia’s ass. “I’m…I’m s-sorry! Sorry to e-even be thinking of trying…t-to escape!”

“Mmmm that’s what I like to hear, little cloth,” purred Mia in his head. As Thomas heard her speaking directly to him, he vaguely heard her voice echoing outside in the gym, but her words were different. She was saying something about the many different special features that came equipped with the treadmill. But her telepathic voice in his head was louder, and obviously only directed at him. Thomas shivered in arousal, even as his body heated up more and more with the rising temperature inside her spandex. She was flexing yet another aspect of her power for him, showing that she could film a cheery, informative little video for the Landmark Resort patrons while simultaneously swamping him with a titillating barrage of dominating dirty-talk.

“Uh-oh…” came Mia’s voice in his head again, “I think I’m starting to sweat…and I’m sure you smelled all that massage oil I put on a while ago…things are about to get pretty messy in there, my little ass cloth. Thank goodness I have you there to clean it all up!”

Just then, she switched the treadmill to the “5” setting, which meant that she was walking quite fast now, almost at “power walking” pace. Thomas thought he had been bouncing around before, but it was nothing at all compared to this. His trapped little body was getting tossed and jiggled like a tiny, helpless doll, and as his shrunken frame was wracked by wave after wave of quivering ass flesh, Thomas felt the first trickle of hot sweat begin to drip down his head, going quickly down his spine and all the way down to the tips of his toes. This first trickle was rapidly followed up by another, and then another…and another. Mia’s rapid walking pace was beginning to work up quite the sweat in her spandex, and Thomas was right there to get soaked in it. By the smell of the sweat, he could tell that it was getting mixed with all the chamomile-lavender massage oil that had already been applied, so the sweat trickles were extra-slick and slippery with the added oil. Thomas knew that he had already been shrunk by the oil when he had been unconscious, but now he was, in essence, about to get completely covered in it all over again.

“And as you see, each treadmill comes equipped with its own specially-tailored AutoBreeze fan that adjusts to your speed,” Mia was saying genially, “Plus ActivePulse technology which accurately measures your heart rate as your exercise. And, of course, don’t forget your 16-inch touchscreen, which comes with a whole host of options – we have special iFit interactive fitness that syncs with Strava, Apple Health, Google Fit, and Garmin Connect. And you’ll be glad to hear that our screens also have Amazon Prime, Spotify, and Netflix integration. All the entertainment options you need!”

While Mia was cheerfully monologuing about the new treadmills, Thomas was having a tougher and tougher time maintaining his composure as his body was continuously wracked by the vibrating, fleshy gyrations of her steps. Because of her quickened pace, Thomas could literally feel the wave of movement coursing from the bottom of her mighty glutes upward. From his diminished perspective, it was astounding how much energy and force Mia generated simply by walking. Each step felt like an earthquake unto itself, and Thomas could only imagine what it would feel like if she started jogging. But due to the inertia of her jiggling ass cheeks and the lubricating effects of the oiled sweat, he didn’t have lots of time to ponder, because he had started to slide up and down the ass cheek he had been plastered to all morning. It started slow, with a bit of movement here or there, but pretty soon it was obvious how much more he was being tossed around by each step Mia took.

‘Wait a minute…is…is everything looser?!’ Thomas thought to himself. To test it out, he tried moving his arms and legs a little, and was surprised to find that, even though his movement was still quite restricted, he was actually able to move his hands and feet. He was relieved about this, until it suddenly hit him what his newfound movement implied.

‘Oh god…’ he thought helplessly, ‘Her spandex feels looser because…because I’m shrinking!’

It was true. As Thomas squirmed in his panty prison, groping at the immense, bouncing flesh all around him, it became obvious that Mia’s ass cheek was seeming bigger and bigger compared to his little body. A few minutes before, Thomas’s splayed arms and legs had nearly covered her entire cheek, but now it barely covered half. And increasingly, Thomas was having more and more difficulty keeping hold of the cheek itself, because it was becoming more sweaty and slippery with each passing second. None of this meant, of course, that Thomas was any less aroused than he had been before. On the contrary, the knowledge that he was getting even smaller drove him to still greater heights of lust, and suddenly, in a strange fit of arousal, he opened his mouth and bit down, treating himself to a mouthful of Mia’s ample ass flesh. Of course, at his current size, he wasn’t going to do any serious damage with his teeth, but in the midst of this impulsive act, Thomas paused, his mouth chocked full of her ass, uncertain if Mia was going to chastise him for his presumption.

He was surprised then, when he suddenly felt his jaw expanding. The muscles deep within Mia’s ass were tensing and burgeoning all around him, and inside his mouth, forcing his jaw down and upward all at once. For a moment, Thomas didn’t understand what was happening, but as he felt the hot, slippery ass flesh widen and swell on all sides, he realized that not only was he shrinking, but Mia’s ass was growing. Her ass was literally stealing his size as it got hotter and hotter, steamier and steamier, sweatier and sweatier inside its tightly-sealed spandex container. The longer Mia continued quick-walking on the treadmill, the hotter it got inside for Thomas, and the more difficult it became for him to breathe. He was being mercilessly tossed to and fro with each mighty, jiggling step she took, with her titanic ass throwing around his body like a ragdoll in the middle of an ocean. Thomas could actually feel the warm beads of sweat emerging from her skin as the feel of her flesh against his face, and against the rest of his body, grew increasingly heated.

“Goddess…!” Thomas gasped out, beginning to panic as his breathing grew more and more labored in the hot, humid spandex prison. “D-Dommy Goddess…I…I can’t breathe!”

The only response he got, however, was the charming sound of Mia’s voice as she continued to talk up the new treadmills to the Landmark patrons:

“...goes without saying that the entire resort boasts complimentary 5G connection, so you can link up your own health databases to the touchscreen. You can even send your personal trainer, your coach, or your primary care provider direct data from your workouts! Want to impress them with your stamina? Well then, turn up the setting…here, let’s give “7” a go…”

“N-No, wait…pleeeease!” began Thomas, begging to be spared the inevitable chaos, but there was nothing he could do. The next moment, Mia had switched the treadmill into an even higher gear, and Thomas was thrust into a new hot, humid, and slippery world of jiggling, rippling ass flesh. He had been like a ragdoll in the ocean before, but now it was like he was a ragdoll in the ocean in the middle of a turbulent storm.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Mia was actually jogging now, and the earthshaking thuds of her big feet far down below were sending shockwave after shockwave through the thick, strong pillars of her legs, rippling through the ass flesh to which Thomas now desperately clung. The gyrating spring and bounce of her ass cheeks was absolutely crazy, but that wasn’t even what was sending Thomas into full panic mode…rather, it was the temperature. It felt like he was trapped in an oven, an oppressive, sweltering oven that was slowly cooking him, while his entire body was slavered in the sweet, fragrant massage oil-and-sweat combination that was making him slip and slide all over the burgeoning, expanding butt flesh. He was still shrinking, but, at the same time, Mia’s hot, sweaty ass cheek was growing at an even faster pace, so that it was pressing him even harder into her spandex. He was sent sliding down, down her shaking cheeks, only to then be catapulted back upward from the sheer force of the heavy, bouncing flesh…and all the time, he was being pressed hard into the spandex that was tightening more and more all around him. In the steamy, sticky, stifling darkness, Thomas could feel himself practically choking on the hot, heavy air. He managed to open his mouth and cry out, a shameless, desperate, wordless cry to his Goddess above him…surrounding him on all sides:

“Ggguuaaahhhh!”

But no sooner had his incoherent anguish escaped his lips than he heard Mia’s huge, chastising voice booming through his head:

“What’s the matter, my little ass cloth? What could you possibly have to complain about right now?”

“I…I c-can’t breathe!” gasped Thomas, repeating his earlier protest, though this time with more hope, since Mia was now actually acknowledging him.

“You can’t breathe…” her voice repeated, dwarfing his with its low timbre, turgid with sarcasm. “How perfectly absurd! You’ve been in there all morning, breathing just fine!”

“B-But…but Dommy Goddess!” whooped Thomas, “That was before…before you started…working out! It’s h-hotter in here now!”

“Mmmmmm yes it is, my little butt towel,” Mia hummed in his head, her telepathic voice buzzing with mirth. “Sooooo much hotter, and slicker, and more slipperrrrry, hrm? The ideal environment for a docile, doting little towel like you to soak up all my sweat.”

“B-But I can barely even –” began Thomas, but Mia swiftly cut him off, even as he heard her happily informing the patrons about more of the treadmill’s features. The fact that she was carrying on two conversations at the same time – and absolutely dominating him as she spoke to him – made Thomas even more aroused.

“You say you can’t breathe?” Mia interrupted, her voice taking an imperious edge, “Nonsense! What you mean is you’re not USED to breathing in this kind of air. Your poor little lungs are only used to breathing in normal, commonplace air like everyone else. But that’s no ordinary air you’re breathing, little sweat sponge. That’s your Goddess’s sacred ass air! AND her pussy air! Millions of people would sacrifice everything just to get a whiff of what you’re gulping down, breath after breath! And you have the audacity, the gall, to complain about it!?”

Thomas had not seen this response coming, even though perhaps he should have…and he was left dumbfounded, his lungs crying out for release, as his shrunken body continued to slip and slide over the slick, fat butt cheek, whose overwhelming size was dominating him more and more intensely with each passing moment. Thomas wasn’t sure, but it seemed like it was getting lighter inside the spandex; why this was so, he had no idea. He hardly had time to think as he concentrated all his energy on the rapid little breaths he was taking. And now Mia had responded like that!? As things stood, he wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious for much longer.

“Deeeeeep breaths, little butt rag,” came Mia’s immense, calming voice in his head, less severe this time, though no less authoritative. “You panicked and started hyperventilating. That’s a great way for a poor, inadequate piece of cloth to lose its function. You’re no use to me passed out, Thomas. No, come on, deeeeeep breaths. You can do it. I know you can. Theeeeere we go…theeeeere we go. Let all that hot, humid ass air into you. Let it deeeeep into your little lungs. Let it infuse your tiny, shrunken body. Let it give you energy, strength, and purpose. You are MINE, Thomas – every part of you, inside and out, belongs to ME. And you’re not going to forget that.”

The effect of Mia’s telepathic voice on Thomas was extraordinary. Within seconds he had started taking huge, deep breaths, and he found, after about a minute of this, that this method yielded him plenty of oxygen, or, at least, enough not to put him in danger of passing out. He realized that his body had, at first, resisted this kind of breathing, since he had instinctively recoiled at gulping down lungfuls of “ass air,” but Mia had yet again used his reluctance as a lesson in obedience, deference, and worship. Just a few minutes later, once Mia buoyantly hopped off the treadmill with an insane quadruple bounce and jiggle of her tits and ass cheeks, Thomas was gladly ingurgitating breath after breath of Mia’s muggy, sultry air, not holding anything back, totally submissive and subservient. His entire body was now dripping with a slick combination of Mia’s sweat and her ass oil; her ass cheek was now easily two times the span of his entire body, and probably weighed forty or fifty times more.

Thomas was feeling remorseful for complaining about his condition to his Goddess, even if it hadn’t been rational, and had instead been motivated by a kind of primal fear. But now that Mia had hopped off the escalator, which sent Thomas’s body into a whole new series of insane, chaotic bounces from her jiggling ass, he suddenly felt like he had been pierced through the heart by a white-hot lance of desire. Her ass was so big and fat, so huge, so monolithically glorious, and it tossed his tiny about with such casual disregard, that Thomas felt an abrupt, powerful desire to express his gratitude, to worship her cheek, all with the implicit second intention of atoning for his past ingratitude. And so, transported by helpless, submissive lust, but unable to jack himself off on her glorious cheek, Thomas tried to do all he could to express his reverence by spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish, as wide as they all could go, against her ass cheek. And then, mustering up all his strength, he squeezed, pressing forward as hard as he could with his arms and legs simultaneously. He was trying to squeeze her massive ass, to squish it, to somehow imprint his strength upon it in some way, just to let Mia know what she meant to him.

Unfortunately for Thomas, try as he might, his total strength was barely even able to make a dent in Mia’s ass flesh. Creasing his brow, relenting as he took another gulp of her hot, humid air, Thomas redoubled his efforts, trying once again to embrace Mia’s gargantuan butt cheek with all his might. But once again, he made little headway, and only managed to press very, very slightly into her solid flesh. It was absolutely crazy to Thomas how her ass could feel so soft and pillowy on one hand, and yet, on the other, be so firm and unyielding. Was he really that weak compared to her!?

“And now, if you’ll follow me, Luna,” Mia was saying out loud, her butt cheeks beginning to quake once more as she set off on a leisurely walking pace, “I’ll give our lovely patrons a sample tour of one of our power racks.”

She suddenly stopped, her ass shimmying and twitching wackily with her arrested momentum.

“But first,” she added, pretending to sound puzzled, “I don’t know if it’s just me, Luna, but…I thought I felt a little something against one of my ass cheeks back there.”

“Hrmm…you mean this one?” asked Luna, panning her camera over to the cheek Thomas wasn’t splayed against.

“No, no, this one,” Mia replied, taking a long finger down and stabbing it straight down into her ass flesh, directly next to Thomas. He felt the prodigious strength of her single digit penetrating her own flesh, pressing deeply into it, going two or three inches down. Thomas was stunned; he knew what Mia was doing right now. She was telling him, without having to say a word, that there was more power and strength in her index finger than there was in his entire body.

“Ooooh okay, that one,” Luna chuckled, obviously in on everything that was happening as she zoomed in her camera. Anyone watching the video would have been able to make out the outline of a tiny man, his arms and legs spread out like a starfish against the much-larger ass cheek.

“It sort of feels like a tiny, weak hand is trying to give my butt a little pinch!” remarked Mia, once more adjusting her confused tone for comedic effect. “Do you see anything there, Luna?”

“Huh…not really,” Luna replied, scanning her camera all over Mia’s huge cheek, “Maybe, like…an imprint of something here or there…probably just the morning shadows. Nothing big enough to matter.”

“Ha! As if just pinching my ass would be enough, anyway!” laughed Mia, pivoting around to strike a “fat ass” pose for the camera. “With an ass like this!? Oh no, a little pinching simply won’t suffice!”

“No ma'am!” agreed Luna animatedly.

“This is how you grab a big, juicy ass!” Mia exclaimed, and, the next moment, Thomas suddenly felt all the air evacuate his lungs as his entire body was forcibly smushed deep into Mia’s butt flesh, deeper even than her finger had gone before. She had brought her big hand smacking down into her ass, and Thomas’s tiny, prone body was directly in the middle of it. All around him, the oceans of quivering ass flesh vibrated and shook to the tune of Mia’s laughter. She was just using one hand…that’s it…and she was making her butt do all kinds of crazy things. But Thomas, with the full force of his entire body, had barely even been able to make an impression at all.

“Mmmm yeah,” Mia was laughing, showing her ass off for the camera as she shook her hand in a blur with Thomas underneath, grabbing, squeezing and shaking his entire world. “You’ve gotta get IN there, you know? Gotta really put some muscle into it. Some people really don’t have what it takes…they don’t have the strength to handle an ass like this.”

“Mhm, I can think of one person in particular,” smirked Luna.

“But you know what?” Mia continued, shaking her ass a few more times before giving it a series of mighty smacks (which, fortunately for Thomas, were just to the side of him), “If you don’t have the muscle to do what you want to do…well, then GET the muscle!”

“Here here!” Luna chuckled, going around beside Mia’s ass, holding up the camera, and flexing with her free arm, directly next to the shape of Thomas’s body in the spandex. “There, check the bicep, everyone! I’ve got my priorities straight – do you all need a better reason to work out?”

Even though Thomas couldn’t see much beyond the spandex, he could surmise, from the closeness of Luna’s voice, what was going on. He knew that, compared to the size of his body now, she may as well have been another curvy muscle goddess. She wasn’t nearly as big, tall, or strong as Mia, of course, but compared to Thomas she was absolutely huge.

“Now with all that in mind,” Mia smiled, segueing seamlessly into her next segment as she spoke to the camera, “I know that some of you might be a bit intimidated by the sight of a power rack. Maybe you only use machines when you lift weights, or maybe you don’t even lift weights at all! Not to worry, that’s completely normal! But everyone, young and old, can benefit from free-weight lifts, and one of the most important and fundamental of those is…you guessed it…the back squat!”

Thomas gave a little whimper without meaning to, but a quick, resounding ass-smack from Mia quieted any more of his protests. He wasn’t even really “protesting” in the first place, although his reaction certainly made it seem that way. His whimper was more of exhaustion than anything else. But even still, in the midst of his weariness and fatigue, the overriding emotion in Thomas’s mind was joy…joy that he was going to be able to experience the rock-solid hardness of Mia’s ass muscles as she performed squats. The heavy thuds of black iron weights being slid onto the bar echoed out into the gym.

“It’s important,” Mia was saying, “To warm up before doing any kind of squats, even with light weight. That’s what our little romp on the treadmill was for. We’ll do some warm-up squat sets in addition. Now, you all probably might want to warm up with something a bit lighter, like the bar, or 95, or 135. But me, I mean…”

“Well…just look at her!” exclaimed Luna. “Look at her ass! And those thighs…my god!”

“Yeah…I warm up with 225,” Mia chuckled. “Now, Luna, zoom in on me here…no, no, not my ass, I know how much you love it, haha…you and a few others I could mention…but I want our patrons to see what good squat form looks like. All right, so – feet shoulder-width apart, with the barbell across the upper “meat” of your traps, mhm…engage your core…keep your chest lifted, don’t lean over too much, and then, slowwwwwwly lower your hips while bending your knees, like so…and make sure your knees track in line with your toes…until your thighs are parallel to the ground, then drive back UP through your heels to return to the starting position, maintaining a neutral spine throughout the whole movement. See that? It’s really quite a simple, natural movement. No need to be intimidated!”

As Mia spoke, she continued to bust out slow, methodical warm-up reps with 225 pounds, like it was nothing. Through it all, Thomas was facing outward, with his back to the gigantic, meaty slabs of ass muscle that was flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing, becoming concrete-hard at the bottom of the squat, and then, right as Mia pushed back up into an upright stance, bouncy and jiggly once more. It was an incredible shift – hard and soft – for Thomas to experience, over and over, and he marveled at the staggering power and might of the ass and thigh muscles that were lifting such heavy weight for rep after rep…and this was just her warm-up!

But Thomas was now noticing something else, something that was blowing his mind still further. As Mia had gone down in her first squat, Thomas could tell that everything in his dark, humid prison had gotten a good deal lighter – he found that he could actually see his own hands in front of his face, and, if he looked back, the darkly glistening wall of Mia’s colossal ass cheeks. He had initially been puzzled by this sudden and inexplicable infusion of light, but then, almost as soon as it had happened, everything was fading back into darkness as Mia came up out of her squat to stand up straight again. Then down, down, she went again, and once more the light came soaking in again, this time a bit more intensely.

And now, Thomas understood. During her squats, Mia’s ass cheeks were getting so pumped-up that they were stretching her spandex to ludicrous levels. Her cheeks were so huge and inflated that the spandex was becoming transparent to light. Looking outward, Thomas was shocked to discover that he could actually see the outline of Luna filming a few feet away. And each time Mia went down in another squat, the spandex stretched even more. After her fifth rep, Thomas could see Luna’s face clearly, and after the tenth, he could see the rest of the gym almost as if there wasn’t anything in front of him at all. With a jolt, he realized that anyone watching what Luna was filming would see his tiny, naked body splayed out on Mia’s ass cheek, clear as daylight.

‘They could see me before, though,’ Thomas reminded himself, settling into his submission as his little body was pressed and stretched by Mia’s huge, working ass. ‘And anyway, it doesn’t matter that they can see me. I’m proud to be here!’

But even though his mind had long since surrendered to Mia’s power, Thomas’s body continued to be tested in ways that defied complacency. Every minute, he felt like she had a new challenge for him, a new test of his endurance and flexibility, with the test inevitably hammering home the enormous size difference between the two of them. As Mia’s huge ass flexed through her squats, Thomas’s body was splayed more and more outward against her butt cheek, like a starfish, straining and straining more and more with each rep she performed. Each mighty flex and pump of her ass was stretching his limbs out, making him feel like they might come apart from his body.

Deep down, though, Thomas knew that Mia’s magic, or whatever it was, would never let that happen to him. If anything, she had already shown him, time and time again, that she could push him to inhuman lengths of endurance, and he always emerged alive on the other side. Beaten, defeated, and dominated…but alive. And now, in this moment, Thomas felt so overcome, so overwhelmed with the awesome power of Mia’s flexing ass against his little body, that he simply cried out, staring straight at Luna as he felt his muscles and tendons stretch, and his joints pop.

“All right Luna, how many reps was that?” came Mia’s warm, amused voice. It sounded to Thomas like she knew exactly what was going on inside his head.

“I think…like 20? 25?” Luna ventured, shrugging. “I lost count at 15.”

“Well I think you can go ahead and cut the film, sweetie,” Mia smiled, racking the bar as her megalithic ass jiggled, freshly-pumped. “That should’ve given our lovely patrons something to think about, and hopefully even inspired a few of them to come on down here and give our new gym a try. I’m looking at you, ladies! Pump up those cheeks!”

“Oh thank god,” Luna exclaimed, stopping the film and putting down her phone, “Don’t get me wrong, Mia, I love filming your workouts, but I’ve been waiting soooo long. So…can I? Can I please?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, Luna?” inquired Mia innocently.

“Oh so you really want me to beg?” giggled Luna. “Okay fine, I’m not really the submissive type, you know, but I’ve got no problem begging to you. So…Pleeeeease Mia?! Pleeeease can I play with your ass? It’s not fair that Thomas gets to do a full-body starfish spread over your cheek like that, aaaaaall morning, while I have to stand here doing work! Come on Mia, pleeeease? You need someone to shake that glorious ass, and I know one thing – Thomas sure as hell isn’t big enough. He couldn’t even make a dent!”

From the chuckle that was rumbling through her body, Thomas could tell that Mia obviously appreciated Luna’s playacting, especially since there was a degree of earnestness to what she was saying.

“Mmmm you know I love begging,” Mia laughed, taking a finger and flicking the ass cheek Thomas was on, making his whole world bob and weave. “But Luna…you’re a special case. You NEVER have to ask my permission. Go to town, girl.”

Before Thomas could collect himself from what he had just been through, he saw Luna fast approaching (the spandex was more or less permanently stretched now) with outstretched hands, and the next moment, she had smacked them straight onto Mia’s ass cheeks and started jiggling and shaking them crazily. Her right hand was pressing (quite purposefully, no doubt) directly down into Thomas’s body, so that his world went completely dark once more as he was pitched and heaved about in a staggering whirlwind of slick, slippery ass flesh bouncing in burgeons all around him. It was once again clear to him just how weak and puny he was compared not just to Mia, but to Luna as well. There was no way he could shake Mia’s ass like Luna was doing right now.

“Holy shit, it’s sooooo much bigger!” Luna cried delightedly, bending down to press her cheek onto Mia’s ass as she continued to jiggle it playfully. “I mean, I could already tell it was, but, like…just actually TOUCHING it and SHAKING it like this…”

“Haha, you like it?” Mia asked wryly, putting her hands on her hips.

“LIKE doesn’t even come close,” Luna replied, briefly stopping her shaking to emphasize what she said next. “Mia…I’m…I’m obsessed with your ass.”

Thomas heard Mia laugh and say something in reply, but he was being so violently shaken around that he couldn’t really make any words out. And in this moment of crazy gyration, he experienced a flash of epiphany – he wasn’t meant to hear what Mia and Luna were saying to each other. His Dommy Goddess, of course, was on a higher plane, far above him, but Luna could just casually chat to Mia like an equal…or, at least, something approaching that. Wherever she stood, it was FAR above him, that was for sure.

For the next minute or so, Thomas’s world was a confused, garbled, sweaty symphony of jiggling ass and stretching spandex as Luna continued to play around with Mia’s butt, shaking it and pressing her face to it and juggling its bulk in her hands and otherwise just indulging herself with it in every way. And the whole time, Thomas knew that Luna was also implicitly teasing and taunting him, reminding him how small, how weak, and how insignificant he was, not just compared to Mia, but to herself as well. When all the commotion finally stopped, Thomas barely had a chance to catch his breath before he felt the telltale, rhythmic gyration of Mia’s huge cheeks. She was on the move, and, of course, he was going wherever she was going. By this point he was so used to the steamy, sweltering environment in her spandex that he was actually breathing easy, enjoying the mighty shakes of her ass through her huge thighs, and thankful that Luna seemed to have fallen back, probably on some special assignment from Mia, as always.

But Thomas didn’t have much time to relax at all, because he suddenly felt a warm, bulbous, fleshy something pressing into his head. Puzzled as to what on earth it could be, he glanced up, and because Mia’s spandex had now become permanently stretched due to her squats, he could actually see rather clearly what was going on…and what he saw shocked him. He was staring straight up into the erect mushroom head of his OWN COCK, which Mia had silently removed from her purple box and was now poking and prodding him with. She had stuck it down into her spandex!

“Look familiar?” Mia’s warm, teasing voice came down to him. “I know you haven’t seen him all morning, so I just wanted to remind you who’s got you…by the balls!”

Right as Mia said “by the balls,” Thomas felt a sudden, sensual, torturous pain right where his balls would have been, and his hands shot down instinctually, grasping in fruitless desperation at his phantom testicles. Mia had stuck his disembodied cock straight into her spandex, so that his balls hung over the waistband. She had just given them a teasing little flick, which had sent Thomas into a torturous ecstasy of pain and pleasure. As Mia continued to walk down the hall back towards the Burgundy Suite, she kept flicking Thomas’s balls with her index finger, over and over, not letting him get a moment’s rest as she passed dozens and dozens of patrons. She was completely shameless in exposing him to the whole resort this way – Thomas knew that she was publicly advertising to everyone: ‘Yep, this is my little pet’s balls, and this is what I do to them!’

“We’re going back to the Burgundy Suite, little ass cloth,” Mia purred down at him, “So we can get ready to go down to the beach for some more fun I have planned with Luna, Ava…and a few others. You’ll see what I mean. How are you doing down there, hrmm?”

“I’m…I’m good!” Thomas choked out, right as Mia flicked his balls again. And just then, he felt something warm and syrupy start to creep onto his head and down his back. He didn’t even need to look now; he knew what it was – his cock was oozing precum.