As you heard the clicking of the belt buckle click open, you barely had time to prepare for the sudden feeling of weightlessness that succumbed to you as Liz stood up from the car seat.
You felt yourself mentally sigh for a moment, before you felt yourself rose for a moment, before flopping down; and then wobbling. Liz had just hopped out of the car, and that single action showed you how insignificant you were.
As wobbly feeling continued, you pondered what the outside looked like. Since you were trapped inside the velvety skin-tight yoga pants that Liz always wore to Yoga, you felt constricted in every movement and was unable to see anything beyond the fabric tightened around you.
You were snapped out of your thought as Liz began to move, carrying her bag filled with her yoga mat and towel, as she started chatting with her equally endowed Mother. You could hear her giggling and laughing with her Mother up above as she and her walked across the large parking lot. You could just make out a few sentences.
“I’m telling you, her reaction was hilarious!” Liz laughed, putting one hand on her squishy hip.
“Haha, I bet. I was wondering when you’d put that brat in her place, but I’m not proud of how you did it. I didn’t raise a slit, you know.” Liz’s mother, Ellie, replied sternly.
“Aww, come on mom, you know she wasn’t Lesbian. Besides, it was fun trolling her, seeing her want to puke as I twerked right in her face was priceless!” Liz laughed even harder, remembering the incident.
As you listened, you began to realize how much of your life was now under her control. You never knew Liz to twerk, or prank people with her ass, but you now started to see the evidence. She strangely always focused on workouts that extenuated her ass. And you noticed how she always seemed to check if someone was watching, if she ever did decide to work out.
Your train of thought was lost, as you suddenly felt your lips twitch, as a sputter of nausea inducing gas escaped your lips. ‘Oh no’ was all you could think as her bowels grumbled, signifying her gassy stomach. Liz, on the other hand, didn’t notice. She continued to laugh and chat with her mom, as she stepped onto the sidewalk of the Gym, opening it’s doors as she swayed her way inside, with you; her gassy behind, wobbling behind her.