Just as you finished an incredible workout, your heart sank into your stomach as a clear sign of trouble for any tiny reared it's head. A dense, black shadow loomed above, casting your entire shoe-box sized gym into darkness. You preemptively gulped as you looked above, hoping for the best, only to be met with what could only be considered close to the worst as you caught a brief glimpse of your mother Deborah's face. That was only before it was replaced entirely by her backside as her rear hung ominously above you, perching upon the poor bike seat that was comparably puny beneath the well-endowed woman's thick booty.
You could only curse your bad luck and wonder just why the hell she was here, "Doesn't she have her own workout room at home, why's she feel the need to come all the way over just for a workout?!" Blowing out an exasperated and early sigh of defeat, you took solace in the fact at the very least the colossal ditz hadn't spotted you. It was easy to imagine she would have already shrieked in delight and brought a titanic hand into the tiny gym, eager as hell to grasp her tiny boy and smother him in affection. Not to mention the torment that would no doubt ensue, what with Deborah just having arrived for her workout and all. You'd bet you wouldn't get a single word in before she'd developed some ludicrous ideas on how you'd met her there in the gym in earnest to give her a hand with her workout. You groaned aloud as your limbs already ached at the very thought.
Shaking yourself from that waking nightmare, you knew you had this opportunity to prevent that future from arising. You fumbled about in the darkness for the door, feeling about for the handle before getting a safe grasp. Peering upwards at the very thing blocking your light, you could see Deborah had already begun pedaling by the intense rhythmic pounding of her powerful glutes; The gigantic, full cheeks unleashing a full-on smearing and grinding assault on the helpless bike seat, all while you could see Deborah's sleek black hair bobbing along behind her perched up in a cute little ponytail.
Seizing the opportunity while she was hopefully distracted, something you could never count on with the scatterbrained woman's minute attention span, you took one step out of the gym only to be blasted by an otherworldly strong gust of wind. You thought the door had been hard to open, but now it all made sense. Deborah's sneakered feet were pedaling in a smooth, calm rhythm. But for you, that blissful light pedaling was whipping up an absolute cacophony of whirlwinds, threatening to pick your tiny form up from the ground and send you flying. Slumping to the floor, you realized you were just about trapped.
Meanwhile, Katherine popped a headphone free and tapped her mother on the shoulder. "Thanks for coming with me today, Mom! I can't really get in here without the key you have to the building, but I'm glad you can at least get a little workout in too!"
Deborah simply smiled back, her warm-up pace plenty easy enough to hold a conversation while continuing to pedal, "No problem! You just enjoy your little gym stream and let me know when you're finished!" Her smile soon turned into a pout as she bit her lip, her head cocking to the side as she drearily added, "It's too bad Anthony wasn't home though, it would've been such a blast to get us all together for one of your little streams!" She sighed, resolving herself back into her typical hopelessly joyful mood, "Honestly if he doesn't take a break from work every now and then to see his family we're just gonna have to keep showing up and make him!"
The two women shared a good giggle at that before Katherine headed off to the matted area, content with starting her stream with some simple stretching for her viewers. She truly was peeved you hadn't answered your door, she had worked so hard to time this perfectly with when you should be off work! Not to mention she'd gotten Deborah to come, this would've been a golden opportunity! She shook herself from these thoughts though, needing to appear her happy self on stream, and got to work.
You'd been oblivious that your sister was even here, too busy despairing in the dark shadow of booty. The constant whirring of the machine, along with the pounding winds against your minuscule gym were plenty to block out their voices as over an hour passed, not that it would've given you any hope anyways. Was it really wise to just wait this out? What if Deborah found you after she finished cycling? And what if someone takes the machine right after her? Were you really going to wait here for hours?!
These questions echoed endlessly through your mind, each alternate reality promising less hope than the last. Breaking you out of this negative loop, a dull boom rang through your ears from above, startling you and causing your head to jerk upwards. Had someone found you and pounded on the glass? Your heart was racing as you peered upwards, only to see nothing but a faint bit of moisture that had collected on your roof.
"Huh...rain?" You thought almost reflexively, only before another hazy droplet crashed onto the roof, echoing that same ominous boom through your chamber. You looked upwards at the bouncing Deborah above, her view now obscured through murky pools of fluid, only for the dots to finally connect. She was sweating.
Another drop hit the glass, and then right after it another. Deborah was sweating. And that sweat was falling. Right onto the tiny little gym conveniently placed behind the apartment gym's little exercise bike. You nearly balled up from the raw humiliation of what was transpiring, as each filthy droplet crashed onto your safe room, beginning to come together in a murky, salty pool of Deborah's very own ass sweat.
You could already see the future. With Deborah looking down at the tiny box gym, relishing proudly at the pool she'd whipped up from such an intense workout. You'd seen it before at your very own home, but you'd never been helplessly trapped underneath that pool before. If you made it through her workout, you were almost positive she'd spot you through the grimy glass, looking down at her son through the lens of her own fresh, warm sweat.
With that, you made up your mind. You couldn't stay here. You'd have to risk being thrown about. It was better than ending up in a guaranteed misunderstanding under Deborah's gaze. Rushing through the gym door...
1) The ferocious blast of wind from Deborah's pedaling feet launches you through the air, but thankfully a cushy mat breaks your fall! You can't believe your luck, you got away from Deborah without her seeing a thing! You thanked god for this fortunate turn of events...until you look up to see the horrifying, smiling face of your blonde sister, Katherine.
2) Right as Deborah had finished up. An hour had been plenty on just the bike after all. Peering down at the somewhat explosive entrance you made running out of the gym(expecting a near tornado), Deborah's eyes light up as she spots you! Perfect, you can guest on Katherine's stream after all! She eagerly hoists you up, carrying you over to put you in the spotlight for the now family gym stream.
3) Only to be cast in a rapidly darkening shadow. Looking up, you saw the descending shape of Deborah’s tan sweat rag, which had clearly slipped from somewhere on her person. Unable to get out of the way, you were quickly smothered in its damp, musty embrace. Unable to tell which direction would allow your escape the quickest, you can’t get out before the rag is retrieved by Deborah, who has finished up on the bike, and you are coming with her to the next part of her exercise routine.
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