Due to a hand clasping around you, you couldn't immediately spot whatever woman had seemingly arrived to finally claim you as her new thong. But you did notice the dark brown skintone of the hand holding you. And as more of the woman came into view, including her long black hair and piercing brown eyes, you recognized who it was. Or, rather, it took you an extra second to spot the subdued, analytical expression on the girl's face, and the lack of a mole under her right eye. Then, you grasped who it was that was holding you.
It was Saira Bhavsar, slightly-older twin sister to Fariha Bhavsar, and one of your employees at Focused Fitness.
Saira, much like Tabitha had earlier, felt you up as she intensely examined you. Her proving fingers brushed against your squished facial features, her thumb prodded your mashed and mangled crotch, and her nails dug into your eyes. Through the pain and humiliation, you desperately and mentally screamed at your employee to recognize you, but you could see the truth reflected in Saira's logical eyes. She was seeing you as nothing more than a prospective new purchase, and your identity as a trapped tiny was the absolute furthest thing from her mind. Your rescue would not be coming soon, like you'd hoped.
"Hmm...this is pretty nice." Saira said aloud, and a second later a nearly identical face shoved its way into your field of vision. Fariha.
"Ooh, and it's also really stylish!" The younger Bhavsar twin giggled. "I didn't think you liked stuff like this, sis!"
Saira groaned. "Well, I mean, it's a thong. It's not really meant to be seen, so it's design doesn't matter to me."
Fariha gave her sister a coy smirk. "Well, maybe it'd matter a bit more if you finally let Hiraya see you in it sometime."
Saira's face burst into red flame. "F-Fariha! Hiraya and me are j-just friends."
"Uh huh. Sure." The eternally teasing prankster smiled even wider. "It sure looked like you two were just friends when you couldn't take her eyes off of her when she was in that dress the other day. The only girl in the world who can melt my cold-as-ice sis. Just friends. Sure."
Saira growled, and pulled you back fully into her vision exclusively. She then dumped you into a cart filled with several other athleisure and sportswear items. "Th-That's enough, Fariha. Hiraya and I are...just keeping things simple, okay?"
"Does 'simple' include her showing up to every single one of your classes at Focused Fitness, and always asking for one-on-one assistance?"
Saira (lovingly but forcefully) shoved her sister, who erupted into laughter, and then Saira stalked away to gather more clothes at the store. As she walked off, you bounced along in her cart of items, quickly ending up darkness after you became buried under a sports bra and a few pairs of compression shorts.
Through your hazy fog of despondency at having been reduced to little more than a thong, your mind was shocked by the scene you'd just seen play out. For all the years you'd been the boss of Saira, you'd never seen the girl as anything but calm and collected. Well, maybe occasionally annoyed or frustrated, especially at finding tinies squished to her body (which, really, was her own fault given her apathetic outlook towards affected), but you'd certainly never seen her flustered or embarrassed. Whoever this 'Hiraya' girl was, she clearly meant a lot to Saira, and Saira was just being defensive in trying to push away her younger twin's teasing.
A flash of memory hit you a moment later, and you recalled exactly who Hiraya Alonto was.
You'd never directly met her before, but you did end up chewed up into paste by the girl's monolithic ass cheeks on one particularly harrowing occasion. She was a twenty-six year old chubby-but-thicc Filipino girl who did, indeed, attend practically every single one of Saira's classes. She was very kind, a little bit flirty, and a fair bit geeky if her video game emblazoned attire wasn't a clear-enough clue. Despite her proportions she was quite active and fit, and aced most of Saira's even most intense classes. The particular time you'd ended up deep inside her was because of, who else, Fariha pranking you as she so often did. You only escaped a worse fate because Hiraya's swampy booty flushed you out with the tide of sweat as she was changing. Of course, that left you in the women's changing room, where you soon ended up spending two days being trampled underfoot, but you did eventually return to normal when Lihua was doing the rounds cleaning and spotted you.
Your memories of Hiraya and her rather monstrous booty were broken by another thong dropping upon you as Saira continued her shopping spree, and you were shocked back into the horror of your present circumstances. Who cared about the potential young love blossoming between your employee and her crush, when said employee was now minutes away from legally possessing a receipt stating ownership of you, your entire existence reduced to just being the Indian giantess' lingerie.
But, really, what could you do? Thanks to the damnable Full Length, all potential movements were rendered moot. You couldn't quiver, twitch, or shake. Your lips were frozen as well as smeared away, so you couldn't shout for help or even whisper pleas of rescue. And all of your human features were disguised by the black body dye and the white and red rose paintings adorning your decorated body. Only your singular eye remained, but it was really little more than a pinprick. If you were being honest, it'd take a miracle to save you now...but you didn't like to think about that. You didn't like to consider how the only thing separating your hard-fought life of forty-four years from decades of enslavement to Saira was an unpredictable miracle.
Suffice to say, the miracle didn't occur during the shopping trip. Saira and Fariha finished up finding new clothes, paid for them all, and Saira tucked the receipt where it was written 'Floral-Printed Black Thong' into her purse as she and her twin headed back home. There, once at home, you and the rest of the twin's belongings were unceremoniously dumped into the washing machine at their apartment, where you were quickly doused in detergent, submerged in water, and spun around nauseatingly in the wash cycle. The even rougher drying cycle came next.
Finally emerging dried and ready to be worn, you found yourself grasped by a seemingly familiar hand, only for an energetic smiling face with a mole under the right eye to fill your vision. It was Fariha.
"Geez, you do look super cute and comfy, huh?" The playful girl said aloud, staring at you almost dreamily. Already, you could picture her trying you on for herself, and the thought of dealing with her bouncing bubble butt for any extended period of time sent shivers down your spine. Not that Saira would be much better, the two curvy girls basically mirrors of each other, but you had to hope that Saira's more subdued and laidback attitude would be easier to handle than Fariha's energetic antics.
God, the fact that I have to weigh which butt is easier to deal with...what the hell is my life? You mentally bemoaned.
Before Fariha could act further, a sharp throat-clearing sound snapped her attention away.
"That's my thong, sis. Hand it here." Saira's commanding voice rang out.
Fariha sheepishly tossed you to her sister, but then grinned teasingly. "Say, is the reason you wanted it so bad because Hiraya happens to be a huge fan of roses? Or is that just coincidence?"
From your perspective in Saira's grip, you watched the Indian giantess blush again, signaling that Fariha was right on the mark. Saira chose not to respond, however, and merely seperated the rest of the clothes that were hers, then carried everything up to her bedroom. Once there, she tucked everything away in its appointed drawers and cabinets, and you found yourself nestled amongst her other thongs and panties. You were then sealed up in darkness, and the sound of Saira's footsteps shuffling away was the last noise you heard until late that night, when you heard the sound of Saira's bed creaking as she climbed in for the night.
And thus, barely twenty-four hours after you'd happily been at home with your family, you passed the night forcibly molded into a thong and nestled in your unaware employee's underwear drawer. If your eyes weren't smeared and sealed in Full Length, you would've cried.
*****
The next morning, you were awoken by the sight of a completely-nude Saira in the middle of removing you from her underwear drawer, clearly planning to wear you to Focused Fitness. You internally screamed, and frantically prayed for that stupid miracle to finally show its face, as time slowed to a crawl while Saira pulled you closer.
1) Saira actually notices your eye, and recognizes you as a tiny. She's annoyed, but brings herself to put in at least enough effort to tell Fariha about you.
2) Saira actually notices your eye, and recognizes you as a tiny. She's annoyed, but brings herself to put in at least enough effort to drop you off in Mari's office at Focused Fitness.
3) Saira actually notices your eye, then somehow recognizes that it's you, her boss. Now she's really pissed, because she has very little patience for just how often you end up squished in her path. She's totally planning on still wearing you, leaving it up to you to somehow figure things out and free yourself.
4) Saira actually notices your eye, then somehow recognizes that it's you, her boss. Now she's really pissed, because she has very little patience for just how often you end up squished in her path. Not wanting you to be her problem, she heads over to Fariha's room and says that she's 'had a change of heart' and gifts you to an oblivious Fariha!
5) Saira fails to spot your eye, and remains utterly oblivious of your true identity and she puts you on and goes to the gym.
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