Clay Human

The Gym I : Bathroom Rug

The idea was straightforward, yet you had the feeling you would be getting more than you bargained for. It wouldn't be the first time after all.
Lucy and her friends had made plans to visit the gym together. A girls day out for working out. Out of habit you had already mentally prepared to spend the day on your own. Lucy and you agreed that spending time apart every now and again was healthy, and trusted each other to stay safe and don't get carried away. Though in your case your girlfriend didn't have to worry much, as you spent most of your time in and around the apartment anyways. You were surprised, then, when Lucy approached you the day of, with an idea you couldn't possibly refuse. "Wanna come with?" she asked you while sitting on the couch with you, her socked foot in your face, her toes around your nose, while she took off the sock from her other foot. At first you were confused. This was clearly a day for the girls to be amongst themselves - without any of their partners tagging along. "I don't mean as my boyfriend." she elaborated and a sly smile snuck onto her lips. "I was thinking," she began and the bare toes of her other foot moved to your lips and gently entered your mouth when you opened it, "you enjoyed being our doormat , right?" You nodded with her toes in your mouth, then grabbed her foot and pulled it out to speak. You pointed out that she hadn't been so happy about that. "You did it without telling me first. That's the only reason, really." she said earnestly and flexed her toes as you stopped her from pushing them back into your mouth. You asked her exactly what her plan was, then allowed her toes back into your mouth. "You shrink and I bring you with me. No insole-time though, I've got something else in mind." This time she pulled her toes out herself in order to let you respond to her idea. You were hesitant to agree to something so vague, even if it excited you and even if you trusted her. She nodded and looked a little ashamed for a moment. "Yeah, I did go a bit too far recently." She remembered the two times she had forgotten about your shrunken self, the one time inside her high heel and a few days ago, when she had you stuck to her sock . While it was an accident both times, in the latter case she had kept you under her sock without asking you, then fell asleep on the couch, forcing you to spend the night smelling and sucking her sock. You had talked about it the morning after, and she had immediately acknowledged her mistake - specifically her doing something to you without asking - and apologized profusely for it. Because of this, you found it quite easy to forgive you. After all, even though you'd rather have spent the night in a different manner, it was arousing when your girlfriend treated you like that. But you both agreed that this sort of treatment should not extend beyond your sexual activities. "I wanted to surprise you with my idea, but," she took a short breath and smiled you, "I know, in that regard I have to earn your trust again first. So here's my idea."
While you weren't being used as an insole, you were still inside her running shoe, which in turn was inside her bag with her workout clothes and towels. You had shrunk down small enough that you could move around inside her shoe. So, while Lucy walked to the gym, you passed the time taking in the residual smell of her feet, pressing your face into the insole of her shoe, sucking her sweat from her toe prints. You did it in moderation, however. Knowing Lucy's plans for you, a few things were certain - you had a long day ahead of yourself, and you would need all of your stamina. When you arrived Lucy set down her bag inside the ladies changing room, where her friends were already changing into their workout clothes. When she opened the bag to take out her clothes, you peaked out of her shoe. She narrowed her eyes at you and mouthed "get back in there". You grinned and obeyed. You weren't all that interested in seeing the other girls change anyways. "What are we starting with?" you heard a familiar voice ask. After short consideration, you were fairly sure it was Chloe. You shuddered, both with dread and with arousal, recalling your time with her sweaty bare foot . "I was thinking yoga. Then we're warmed up and stretched all the way through." replied another girl. Her voice was rather distinct. She sounded younger than both Lucy and Chloe. In that case you assumed her to be Mia. Lucy had talked about Mia appearing a few years younger than she actually was, both in her physical appearance and with the way her voice sounded. Lucy's hand suddenly entered the shoe you were in, offering you a ride. You climbed on and her hand gently closed around you. "Coming, Lulu?" Chloe called. "I'll be right there!" Lucy returned, then opened her hand and looked at you. "Ready?" she asked with a smile and held one finger out to you. You gave her finger a fist bump and nodded at her. Her hand closed around you again, and you felt yourself being tossed around as she walked out of the changing room. You became somewhat disoriented and couldn't quite tell what was happening around you, other than the girls seemed to be putting down yoga mats. Lucy's hand suddenly opened, and while you expected to fall, you instead rolled onto the smooth rubber floor. While you tried to orientate yourself, you first spotted Lucy's slender toes, painted in your favourite dark purple. You had mistaken it for dark grey or black in the past, but Lucy corrected you, pointing out the faint purple shimmer after you had sucked her toes. Caught in the memory, you nearly found yourself underneath the toes you loved so much, but Lucy reacted in time and managed to barely miss you while she rolled out her yoga mat. "Hurry up." she whispered to you after she crouched down. She was holding up the yoga mat towards the middle, waiting for you. You made your way underneath and dropped onto your stomach. Before she dropped the mat on top of you, you quickly grew to about three times your current size, as was part of the plan. The mat dropped on top of you, creating a passingly noticeable bulge where you lay beneath, a bulge that quickly vanished as Lucy stepped onto it with her bare feet. From beneath the mat you heard that distinct sound of Lucy's bare feet above you, sticking and unsticking from the yoga mat as she casually stepped all over it, squishing you beneath it and flattening you out rather evenly. That was the primary reason you were under her yoga mat, after all. And just to be sure, you remained there throughout the entire yoga routine, bearing Lucy's weight on your flattened form as she sat, lay, stood and balanced on the mat, favouring the part you were under. Though instead of feet, shoe soles or socks your face was pushed into the rubber floor, you still thoroughly enjoyed being trampled by your girlfriend, used as part of her yoga mat. You imagined her bare feet pressing down on you, marching on you, and each time the rubber was being pushed down on you, and your face was in turn pressed into the gym floor, you waited for the pressure to alleviate which was always accompanied by the sound of Lucy's bare feet unsticking from the mat. You came to know and appreciate various yoga poses, such as the "Lord of the Dance" pose, the "Standing Split" and the many other poses which resulted in Lucy's entire weight resting on one foot, on top of you, with her constant adjustments for the sake of balance translating into different parts of your body being squished more than the rest. Eventually, though Lucy just lay on the mat, as the yoga routine closed out with a five minute rest. Afterwards the girls began to return their mats before heading back into the changing room. During this, while Lucy didn't stand on the mat herself, several of the other girls walked over it - and in turn, you, without even noticing it. Lucy looked at the foot prints of bare feet which were briefly left behind on the mat, right where she knew you lay beneath. She bit her lip, staring at the foot prints, before she shook her head, returning to reality. Lucy snorted quietly as she lifted the mat from you, seeing the pattern of the mat printed onto your back. "Here we go." she whispered to you. The fun was only just starting.
So far everything had worked as planned. Your body was evenly spread out. Though you couldn't exactly look at yourself, you felt more like a doormat than a human, so you should hopefully pass as one. Rolled up, Lucy held you close to her body and hid you from the other girls in the changing room as she headed into the bathroom and gently closed the door most of the way. After checking that no one was there, and none of the girls were watching, she crouched down in front of the sink and unrolled you on the tiled floor. Facing up this time, you saw her biting her lip and smiling. "Have fun." she whispered and quickly left the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Now you lay there, on the cold bathroom floor, staring up at the ceiling, seeing the sink in your field of vision. You couldn't do much else but listen to the girls chatting, laughing, psyching themselves up as they prepared for the real workout to start. "I'll do abs today." you heard the younger voice of Mia, and you were fairly sure that it was getting louder. The automatic light confirmed your suspicion, and soon the black haired girl entered your field of vision, wearing a black sports top and pink leggings. Wondering what she wore on her feet, you got your answer when, without even glancing down at you, she stepped on you with her black socks, left foot across your face, sinking into your clay skin as her right foot came down dangerously close to your crotch. You felt the damp cotton across your face and assumed that she had worn these socks to the gym, sweating in them on the way. The foot on your face lifted at the heel as she shifted her weight onto the other one. Staring up at her heel you saw Mia standing on you, doing something to her face while she looked in the mirror. All you saw from your perspective was her ponytail, her butt, legs and of course the heel of her foot looming above you. "If you're doing abs, I can spot you." You heard Chloe's voice coming from the entrance of the bathroom. You noticed that her steps hadn't been accompanied by the sticky sounds of bare feet. Was she wearing socks? Chloe? Mia, still standing on you, glanced at Chloe and nodded. Suddenly Chloe gasped and said: "No way, they have one those here?" You saw Mia's heel drop, yet it felt like it had come back down on your face instantly. It lifted right after, along with the rest of her foot, moving towards your right side. Turning towards Chloe, but also looking down at you with a somewhat confused face, Mia stepped onto the right side of your face with her toes and the ball of her foot, while her heel dug into your shoulder. "Huh ... didn't even notice that." she noted, but quickly shifted her attention back to what she was doing. Feeling her other foot lift, her weight sunk into your body as you watched her other foot pass over you. Stepping onto the tiled floor she walked off you and passed Chloe, who you saw from the edge of your vision. Wearing a loose white shirt and sports shorts, she seemed to be leaning down, doing something to one of her legs which she had crossed over the other while balancing on it. When she stood up straight, you saw her smile and noticed two pink socks in her hand. Then, as she approached, you heard what was missing earlier - the sticky sound of bare feet. Biting her lip, the already wet sole of her left bare foot briefly filled your vision before coming down between your eyes, with your forehead hugging her arch, while the ball of her foot flattened your nose, mouth, chin and throat, and her toes dug into your sternum. Halfway through taking that step on you, Chloe twisted her mouth while most of her weight rested on the front of her foot. "Too thin." she muttered and you watched her other, equally sweaty foot pass over you, coming down on the left side of your waist and her toes digging into your left arm. Notably, you only felt the ball and toes of that foot, and as her left foot detached from your face with a wet sticky sound, you felt the ball and toes of that foot just above her right foot, sinking into the left side of your chest, with her toes digging into your left shoulder. Standing tip-toed on top of you, you looked up her legs, which, compared to both Mia's and Lucy's, were noticeably thicker. Glimpsing into her shorts you saw a hint of her generous butt cheek, and grew more conscious of the weight crushing the left side of your body. While you couldn't tell what she was doing exactly, it seemed not to demand her full attention, as she purposefully bounced on her toes, forcing as much of your clay skin between her digits as she could. It was quite clear that she had expected a repeat of her experience with you as her insole , even if she didn't know that you were in fact the very same "thing" she had tortured in her running shoe. She also tried twisting her feet, grinding you beneath her, but when that too didn't satisfy her, she dropped her heels down, the left on your chest and the right - to your dismay - on your crotch. And then she stood on you, crushing your chest and your balls under her steady weight, as you ceased to be something that interested her, and instead simply became her bathroom rug. Indeed, focused on what she was doing, she covered you in more of her foot prints, which began to overlap beneath her small steps, several of which made her right heel flatten your balls beneath her heel. This resulted in your private area moulding to her heel, ensuring she crushed your manhood more consistently. When she was finally finished up and stopped leaning towards the sink, you realized that - until that point - you had not yet felt her entire weight on your balls. Unaware of your agony beneath her feet, in fact without even sparing you another glance, you felt her heel release your balls as her right foot lifted from your body, only for that notorious heel to come down on the right side of your face, the sweat on its sole squeezing through your shut eye as Chloe stepped off of you.