By the time Blake’s toes finally lifted away with one more good twist, the heat and pressure of their embrace, together with the sweat and grime that had accumulated across Weiss’s tiny body had ironed the tiny heiress onto the mat, reducing her to nothing more than an insignificant smear of white and tan left behind in the gradually disappearing crater of the Faunus’ footstep.
As her teammates moved away Weiss struggled to move, only to realise with a sense of rising dread that she could no longer even twitch her body. The near constant state of gradually reforming she had felt ever since that first footfall from Pyrrha seemed to have finally surrendered to the sheer magnitude of the crushing she had just received, or maybe her body had just decided that this was her true fated form. Whatever the case, she wasn’t just crushed anymore, she was broken, immobile, and unable to even try to defend herself as yet another shadow loomed above.
Stepping up onto the mat, Velvet Scarlatina didn’t see or feel a thing as her nylon-clad foot feel upon her unfortunate junior. Below her Weiss could do nothing but watch in terror and despair as the dark mass fell, pushing her deep into the mat once again as a fresh wave of heat and sweat was squeezed out over her twisted body. The nylons scratched at her skin as they forced her down, but unlike previous occasions the fencer didn’t feel like she was at risk of becoming adhered to them, her limbs not even shifting as the mat below continued to maintain its hold.
In the past, footfalls had come and passed relatively quickly, but this time the foot above her slammed down and then remained where it was, the pressure slowly rising as the foot sunk deeper into the mat, and the heat and sweat around Weiss rose to sauna-like levels. If a sauna smelt like tonnes of unwashed laundry and equally unwashed bodies. High above, Velvet had stopped to wait for the rest of her team to catch up, and as the seconds ticked by she began to absentmindedly tap her right foot, remaining blissfully unaware as her large sole pounded down on the tiny heiress over and over again, and smeared the unfortunate girl ever deeper into the spongy fabric.
After an eternity for Weiss, but just a few seconds for the giant Faunus, the older student finally stepped off as her friends approached, giving her little victim a momentary hope for freedom before that hope was crushed by the barefoot of Coco as CFVY’s leader stepped up beside her teammate. The fashionista didn’t stay for as long as Velvet, and she didn’t tap her foot but her bare sole still added its share to Weiss’s pain and humiliation as it dumped sweat and grime upon her and pressed down with crushing force as the comparatively massive girl stalked off with the rest of her team. For a single moment, the heiress watched CFVY leave, only to have that moment shattered by another crushing weight slamming down upon her as yet another group of students stepped up onto the mat.
What followed was hours of trampling as the tiny girl was trodden on again and again, intermixed with crushing from other body parts as countless busts and derrieres fell upon her in an endless cycle of darkness and pain. Struggling to maintain consciousness as her world was dominated by the smell and heat of her fellow students, interspersed with the occasional teacher or older guest, Weiss felt like she’d been crushed by every girl in Beacon at least once, if not more as some girls seemed to constantly come back for more. Oddly enough, as difficult as it was to keep track she felt like every male in the academy had somehow managed to step around her without incident, even as every last female seemed to zero in on her like it was their personal duty to make her life hell.
The visiting Team NDGO had stopped above her to do their stretches and light yoga routine, Nebula and Octavia dropping their amble buttocks onto her one moment, and Drew and Gwen crushing her beneath their generous chests the next, even as all four girls had continued to trample her beneath their feet. Neon Katt had chosen her exact spot to do jumping jacks for ten minutes straight, her feet landing on Weiss over and over again with an accuracy that almost seemed deliberate. The girls from Team ABRN, two of her earliest crushers, had returned to hold a mock battle with an unintended participant, bodies crashing down upon her over and over again as she was crushed beneath every body part imaginable, sometimes with both girl’s weight at once as they wrestled for dominance.
That girl Ruby was friends with, Emerald, had sat on Weiss for 600 sit-ups straight, absolutely drenching her with the ass sweat pouring through her tan booty shorts. Her teammates Cinder, and another goth-looking girl the fencer didn’t know had arrived soon after, clearly having already completed the majority of their workout as their sweaty bodies joined the tanned girl. The shorter one’s feet stepped directly into the crater left behind by Emerald’s butt, both of them coming to rest on the shrunken dust-wielder as she scrubbed them back and forth to remove some of the excess sweat, an action copied moments later as she stepped off and her larger team leader took her place. The red-clad villain was saying something about a plan and timing or something, but it was all lost on Weiss as she was drowning in their collective sweat, overwhelmed by the smell.
Girls she was more familiar with had gotten their turn as well. Pyrrha had returned to crush the tiny heiress with her ass as she sat down to pull on her shoes and Nora had come by twice to trample her with unmatched enthusiasm. Glynda’s putrid nylons had soaked their sweat and heat deeply into Weiss’s body as she stood on her for several minutes to examine Beacon’s students at work, the massive instructor absentmindedly shuffling her soles before finally stalking off. Even her teammates had come back to crush her again, both Blake and Yang returning a truly amazing number of times to trample and crush her beneath their increasingly sweaty forms, eventually joined by Ruby as the younger girl finally finished her studies and got her own chance to torture her partner.
By the time the day reached its end, Weiss had been rendered completely unrecognisable, even to close inspection, her features smeared into a stain indistinguishable from the hundreds of stains that covered the extensive mat. The population of the gym had gradually decreased and as closing time neared the heiress was given one more good trampling by the last few female students as they filed out of the building, the very last being her own teammates as they crushed her one at a time. Ruby’s utterly soaked stockings her last visitors as they left her behind in their sweaty imprint.
When the lights finally flicked off and everything fell silent, Weiss was left only with the thought that she needed to escape, that she needed to be anywhere else but here when the next day came.
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