This story contains topics of transformation, you have been warned.

 “This way dear” Sophie called over her shoulder as she lead the way up the stairs. You had met the woman just this night at a nearby bar. Tight blue yoga pants and a thin pale grey shirt did little to hide her slim but firm build as she had entered the bar, and the view you were getting now being behind the woman confirmed that it was basically love at first sight for you. There must have been a few men with similar idea’s but you bought her a drink at the first chance and after some talking, and a little bit of ogling, she had offered to take you to her studio for a “private lesson”. What sort of person would you be to turn that down, so after only one round of drinks you found yourself here, outside the door to Sophie’s Yoga Escape, with said Sophie unlocking the large wooden front door.

“This place really all yours?” you asked aloud, surprised that a woman so young would be so well set.

“Of course” she responded as she flicked the lights on within the studio and removed her shoes at the landing. “By the way, please remove your shoes, I try to keep the studio spotless.” You entered the space and true to word there wasn’t a single speck of dirt nor dust in the space. The room was wall to wall with dark oak hardwood floors, with a full length mirror at one end. A rack sat at the far end of the studio, lined with mats, weights, and other handheld training tools but otherwise the room was bare from anything else of identification. There were a pair of doors at the other end of the room, but their purpose was unclear.

“It’s definitely... roomy” you stated in response as you removed her shoes and placed them as neatly as you could next to hers, “Do you not need an office or something”

“In this century, it isn’t really necessary” she waved her phone in response. “Got to keep up with the times and everything!” The statement felt to you like an insult in disguise, but as to what there would be no way to tell. It mattered not however, you were here for a “special lesson” and unless there was something stopping that there would be little you wouldn’t do. Sophie was making her way towards the other end of the room, the end with the weights, before she stopped suddenly and turned to face you with a smile.

“I guess you want to get started on that ‘Special Lesson’ then” Sophie said simply, the smile still hanging there for an oddly long time.

“It’s like you read my mind” You commented in response as you came to join her. “So is there anything I need to change into, or maybe out of, if you get my statement” she rolled her eyes at the later and you couldn’t help but grin at your own stupid joke.

“That won’t really be necessary” she responded as she wandered over to the rack of weights. Her hand drifted across the different colors and thicknesses, before settling on a rather large blue one that looked to weigh nearly half as much as the woman herself. Regardless of how she looked however she had no issue lifting it with one handle as she came right back to you. “Here, hold this above your head”

“Uh.. sure” you stated in slight confusion as you took the plate from her. Immediately you regretted it as the massive thing took most of your concentration and effort just to hold, let manipulate it in any capacity. But there was no way you were going to look weak in front of this woman. With a heave of effort you managed to bring the heavy thing above you head before locking you elbows to keep it in place. “What next?”

“Next?” she asked with an attempt at coyness that was completely ruined by the tone of eagerness that you could pick “What would you want to be ‘next’”

“Well I didn’t think this would actually be a ‘private lesson’” you admitted meekly as you felt your arms begin to quiver above you.

“Really?” she came right up to you now, so close that you could feel the dampness of her breath on your throat. “Were you expecting something more like this?” You tensed, expecting Sophie’s strong hands to become introduced to your member, but instead all you heard was your belt hitting the floor around your feet as your pants followed as well. It was close enough, and although that weight was becoming heavier by the second you could only tense as you expected what was about to come next.

Click

That was definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. Confused you opened your eyes, only to spot Sophie a few feet in front of you with her phone pointing right at you.

“Sorry, I like to take pictures of my ‘private sessions’. Ignore me, I’m a little old fashioned like that. Now where was I” she stated as she approached once more, one foot in front of the other.  Your arms were shaking now, fire burning through your limbs as a rush of endorphins tried to quell the flame just long enough for you to find your joy. It would have to be enough as Sophie approached, her hands out, fingers spinning as they alluded to what they were going to do to you. Suddenly your sides quivered and spasmed as her hands came into contact not with your member but with your sides instead. The sudden attack of flailing fingers causing you to involuntarily try to defend yourself as your hands shot to your sides. Sophie looked up, expectation in her eyes, and you suddenly remembered what your hands were supposed to be doing, and what they were supposed to be holding.

Slam

The weight came crashing down upon you, the solid steel plate turning you into nothing more that a thin disk. Pain flared through your body in waves as you muscles protested to the sudden abuse as stars danced in front of your vision threatening that threatened to carry you off into the darkness. Your eyes, once filled with Sophie’s beautiful curves, could only take in darkness now. The weight, which is what you assumed had crushed you, was still there, it’s massive bulk threatening to flatten you further with every moment that passed. The floor seemed to pulse with a rhythm beneath you, light thumps that were growing with every second that passed. Thump, thump, thump. So slight they were almost imperceivably, but they signaled something was about to happen. Stronger they grew, as if they were approaching you.

“I didn’t realize they made them this stupid” Sophie commented as she lifted the weight casually off of you. The room was bright, almost too bright, in comparison to the darkness that had encompassed you before just a moment before. But something was off, everything looked too big. The ceiling seemed a mile away, Sophie was like a giant, and for some reason it was impossible to make yourself out in those full length mirrors that hung on the wall. To make matters worse it was impossible for you to move, even with the massive burden being removed. Stuck as you were you could watch as Sophie walked back to the rack and replaced the plate before she returned to you, smiling.

She didn’t just return however, it was much worse than that. She didn’t slow nor stop as she approached and as she came up to you it suddenly dawned on you that she was taking an extra step, one that had her foot dangling above you for a moment before it descended. A strong putrid smell greeted your nose as Sophie casually drove her foot into your face, her heel digging aggressively into you flattened form before she pressed the brunt of her weight onto your crushed form. An action which allowed her to repeat the same action with her other to largely the same effect. Now both her feet rested precariously near your nose as they released their putrid odor. Her toes pawed and gripped at your cheeks as she stared down at you from above.

“It’s rare that I find someone so dumb” she taunted from above, “usually it takes a few dates before they come back to my place.” The words stung as she said them, along with the stench, but you couldn’t argue nor state your case in your new form. “Your probably wondering how this happened to you, let me explain” you hadn’t been thinking that at all in reality, which made her previous statement sting all the more. In reality it was only at that moment that you realized just how bizarre it was. From all that you had observed it was obvious now that you had been crushed flat by the weight of the weight, but it should have been impossible to do. At least without making more of a mess.

“Oh you didn’t? How terribly dull. Well since you will have all the time in the world to think about it I am a witch. And a rather old one at that. Now most of my coven is broken up I need some extra money on the side, so I thought I would open a practice to help pay these rather mundane bills. To help save on the cost I decided that I could use some of my power to make what I needed. And that is where you come in” she monologue with a smile on her face as her toes played with your nose. She must have known what you were going through as that smell assaulted your nostrils, making it hard to focus. “Now normally I would apologize to for putting someone through something like this, but I don’t make it a habit of talking to ‘things’. So be a dear and let me make you into something that I can actually give my lessons. I do have a business to run and I cannot be wasting it on the likes of people like you”

‘People like me’ you thought with an odd sense of rage before suddenly Sophie began grinding the ball of her left foot into your face. Grinding, them smudging, again and again as she started from the center of your face and slowly worked her way out. It hurt every time that foot came down as she crushed you flatter and flatter while the constant grinding was causing your flattened form to burn from the friction. First she started with her left foot, then her right. Every step was torture, but the woman didn’t even bother to look in your direction, to at least acknowledge what she was doing. In the brief moments between her steps your mind could focus, free for precious seconds from the pain. But try as you might you could not tell what she was trying to do. It was doing something however, as the world around you slowly began to warp and grow.

Slam

It was so sudden, as if another weight had slammed into you from above, but unlike the cool metal that had crushed you flat this weights was different in nature. Softer, more curved, and textile in nature. You had barely begun to realize what it was when the weight started to shift and thrash. Your body was needed like dough under Sophie’s rear as parts of you were folded over and over and it became difficult to understand where your arms and legs once were.

But just as fast as this second phase started it was over, and once again Sophie was standing above you with sweat glistening from her forehead. It look like she wanted to say something as her mouth opened and closed. But instead she closed it as her lips curled into that smile that you were slowing growing to despise. Instead she peeled you from the floor with a loud slurp sound. Your body flopped helplessly from her hands and she lifted you into the air like a fish on the line. It was hard to see in the moment as the world was a shifting blur from the constant motion. If you hadn't been so flat you would of probably been ill, a fact that didn’t help in the slightest.

The world slowly began to still as it came back into focus. Colors and shapes started to stabilize and a consistent form started to take shape in front of you. A warm and wet thing then locked around your lips, much to your confusion, before something that you couldn’t understand happened. Not that you understood anything that was happening, but his was different. Hot, damp air started to flow into your mouth and down your throat, pooling slowly in the pit of your belly. The image was coming more into focus now but it was also starting to shrink as a pulling sensations began to act on your body. The pulling was getting stronger by the second, acting in response to what you realized was a growing pressure in your belly.

Your body was trying, but failing, to hold down the pressure, expanding slowing in response to the losing battle. Finally your sight returned to you as you suddenly found yourself locked lips with Sophie. Her lips were still upturned in that dastard smile as your body swelled and tightened at the same time. Every second that passed had you growing larger and larger, until Sophie no longer looked large to you. At that moment she stopped, her mouth finally retreating. But before the air could come free of your new form she shoved a plastic stopper into your mouth. With that she tucked your now larger form under one of her arms and made her way towards the back of the studio.

Frustratingly you couldn’t see the mirror, see what the crazy woman had done to you. All you could see  was the room vibrate with every step that she took, and as the entrance to the studio became smaller and smaller. You wanted to run for it, but that was no longer possible. You wished that you had never met the woman, nor been so stupid to think things were finally going your way. A door clicked, and Sophie pulled you out from under your arm. Suddenly you were facing the open doorway and you could finally, with horror, see what you had become. Stacked into the closet like space were a dozen or so ball of tan like colors, all a few feet in diameter. But the pattern on each was easy to recognize, with eyes and mouth's obvious on all of them. All twisted in pain or shock, probably mirroring what you looked like as well. Then with not even a goodbye you were joining them as Sophie tossed you casually into the closet before the door was closed behind you, sealing you into the darkness.

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“... 5, 8 ,9 10!” Sophie shouted as she led her class. Pain lanced through you as the heavy set woman that used you bounced up and down. It took all of your will to pull yourself together, but every time the massive woman’s butt crashed down you could fill your strength failing. Those overstretched black yoga pants ground into your face, leaving smears of sweat across your smooth, round form. In the moments before those mounds of flabby flesh crashed into you a sliver of the room could be seen. Other balls, people like yourself, were being used by the dozen or so other members of Sophie’s private gym. Much to your dismay however, none of their users were as big or heavy as yours was.

Not that you were able to think about it much, as the pace of the class picked up from there and the moments of clarity between the crashing pain were growing thinner by the moment. But there was a problem. Every drop was getting worse, the pain growing by the second. You were dripping with sweat and you user was growing clumsier by the second. You could barely think, only focus between the pain filled drops. You can feel your sides stretching, searing as the tortured flesh tried to hold on. To hold up the woman, that was all you could do. You could feel a wobble, you weak flesh shaking as your owners knees began to shake. You tried to pray through the pain, hoping that you and the woman would make it through the ‘lesson’.

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Slam

“You okay back there?” Sophie asked her student who had come crashing to the floor. The woman was lying there in a daze, shards of rubber scattered around her as she attempted to breath in coughing fits.

“Yes.... sorry Ms. Sophie” she gasped out in response. “I think I broke another”

“No worries” Sophie continued casually. “There are some more in the back”