As Pyrrha’s foot lifted away Weiss was left behind in the slowly disappearing footprint, her body a blur of agony smeared across the mat as she stared vacantly at the ceiling and struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. The logical part of her mind told her that a human body squishing like that was impossible, even as she could feel the intensely odd sensation of her body slowing popping back into shape. But then again, humans weren’t meant to shrink like this either.
Not being dead was a blessing, yet Weiss couldn’t help but tremble slightly as she forced herself back up to her feet, still staring vacantly ahead. If she could be crushed so easily, reduced to nothing more than a smear in an instant, how could she ever hope to get help from these uncaring giants?
Of course, at the heiress’s greatly reduced size, standing still while staring vacantly ahead was not without its consequences. From Weiss’s perspective she had just barely noticed the darkening of her surroundings when a colossal force collided with her back, tipping her forward and face down on the mat as the unknown foot came crashing down upon her. In an instant the tiny girl was returned to the same hell she had just experienced under Pyrrha, forced deep into the surface of the mat by the sweaty foot of her new tormentor, then twisted and smeared as the foot lifted off again, leaving her face down and squashed in a temporary footprint and a small puddle of sweat.
High above, Arslan took her next step without a care, completely oblivious to Weiss’s crushed form as her teammate Reese followed in her footsteps, the skater girl raising her own foot over the tiny heiress and casually bringing it down to crush her even further into the mat, leaving behind a new footprint and another pool of sweat. Like most of the visiting students the girls of team ABRN were looking to keep themselves in top shape for the upcoming Vytal Tournament, and had little time to concern themselves with some insignificant bug beneath their feet.
Groaning as her body slowly started to pop back, Weiss tried her best to ignore the foot sweat soaking into her skin and the smell now deeply ingrained in her nostrils. Limbs partially reformed, she started to crawl towards the edge of the mat and a hopeful reprieve from yet more footsteps. If nothing else, the successive footfalls of Team ABRN had broken her from her stupor and reminded her that there may well be worse things awaiting her than she had yet experienced.
Motivation alone though, was not enough to secure her safety. The shrunken student hadn’t even managed to move a foot before the next foot fell upon her, catching her beneath the crushing heel and giving her a good twist as the unseen owner stepped off. Trembling in pain, she tried to crawl forward once again, desperately seeking salvation only to be crushed beneath the big toe of yet another oblivious girl, a tiny squishable bug in a thoroughly uncaring world.
What followed was a successive wave of crushing steps as student after student stomped down on the defenceless heiress, allowing her barely any opportunities to escape as dozens of girls trampled her into oblivion. Though most were barefoot on the mats, some donned socks or tights and others were still wearing their shoes as they squished the little heiress. On several occasions Weiss was almost taken along for the ride with one girl or another, nearly caught in the fibres of a sock or the treads of a boot, or just partially adhered to a particularly sweaty sole. A couple of times she actually did get taken along for a step or two, only to get left behind in a further footprint, undoing any progress she had made towards the edge of the mat.
Now utterly soaked in sweat and a twisted broken wreck, Weiss sobbed openly as she dragged her malleable body forward with a single partially reformed arm. Weakly lifting her head as she finally started to near the questionable safety of the mat’s edge, two distant but rapidly closing figures appeared before her unfocused vision, gradually resolving into the approaching forms of her teammates, having now changed into their gym clothes and ready to begin their exercise routine.
Never the least bit shy about her body or afraid to flaunt it, Yang had opted for a bright yellow sports bra and dark grey bike shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The more conservative Blake had donned an all black outfit of skin-tight yoga pants and loose exercise singlet, the straps of her own sports bra visible under the singlet’s straps. Ready to hit the mats, both girls were barefoot, and still blissfully unaware of the torment they had accidentally left their teammate to suffer.
For her part, Weiss did her best to signal for help, peeling her upper body from the mat and waving with both arms while yelling with a voice course from tears. Yet from the get-go she knew it would be hopeless, and as Yang’s right heel filled the sky above her all she could give was a soft sigh of resignation as she braced for the inevitable impact.
Ever playful, the massive blonde didn’t disappoint, the slight skip to her step bringing her heel down with the greatest force Weiss had yet experienced and instantly flattening the heiress into a gummy lump of what was now thoroughly grimy and sweat-soaked flesh adorned only in the tattered rags of her formerly immaculate clothes. As the brawler stepped off, the tiny girl’s body was momentarily stretched between the mat and the rising heel, the sweat and grime of Yang’s foot attempting to claim her as its own but losing the battle at the last moment as Weiss snapped back to the mat.
There would be no chance to catch her breath for Weiss however, as Blake’s left foot instantly replaced Yang’s, the heel landing behind the heiress as the rest of the foot descended rapidly. For a moment she had a slim hope that the foot would fall short but instead the Faunus’s toes fell upon her, her tiny body squeezed into the gap between the second and third toe and thoroughly smeared with hours of accumulated toejam. As the heel lifted away the toes pressed down with greater force, the larger girl’s catlike grace leading her to push her toes deeply into the mat as she propelled herself forward after her rambunctious partner.
Finally lifting her foot completely, Blake continued on towards the center of the mat, looking for a good spot to do some stretches and basic workouts with Yang before moving on to the rest of the gym, all the while unaware of the cruel fate she had inflicted upon Weiss, who had been…
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