Some People Need to Help Somebody

‘Aaargh!’ Tania screamed dramatically as she felt her vest and leggings being tugged down and backwards. This was intolerable! Obviously she wanted everybody to look at her, but – no, she hated when everybody looked at her, which is why she would dress so provocatively in order to catch them doing it – but she certainly didn’t want anybody looking at her if she was about to be stripped naked by this stupid, faulty treadmill.

‘Oh my god,’ she continued, ‘it hurts, it hurts!’ It didn’t really hurt, but at least she was drawing sympathy and attention from the crowd around her.

Tania watched a tall, buxom woman come running in from the direction of the swimming pool. She was barefoot, wearing a very skimpy red swimsuit and carrying a green case. Looking just like a character from Baywatch, with her wavy blonde hair billowing behind her and her big tits swaying as she ran, she was exactly the sort of woman who caused the behaviour which Tania had been trying to expose. She obviously loved having all the boys watch her as she strutted on the poolside looking stunning.

‘Brad,’ the girl dropped to her knees in front of Tania, ‘I brought a first aid kit from the pool. What’s the trouble?’

The man paused from trying to free Tania’s leggings from the machine. ‘Thanks CJ,’ he said. ‘It's her clothes, they are trapped in the treadmill. Listen, I left a guy on the lat puller. He’ll be fine, but can you go check on him while I whip this out?’

As far as Tania was concerned, CJ could just fuck right off. She didn’t need this slut on her live stream. ‘Sure, I’ll go check on him,’ said the lifeguard. ‘But do you need any help first?’

Brad had already returned to the task of tugging on the waistband of the girl’s leggings. Quite a lot of fabric had been dragged into the treadmill runners, and he really wasn’t sure how to get it out.

‘Can you turn off the power?’ CJ asked helpfully.

‘It’s hard-wired,’ Brad replied.

‘What about putting it in reverse?’

Brad looked up, eyes wide. ‘CJ, you are a genius! That might spit her clothes out! You press the button, I’ll pull her leggings.’

Tania started to warn them that the buttons didn’t work, but they were absorbed in their plan. CJ stood with her feet either side of the treadmill and counted down to her button press.

‘Three, two, one, go.’

Tania shouted at her to wait, but was too late. The blonde lifeguard pressed the button on the console and the machine whirred, then made a loud grating noise. Then it went silent. CJ shrugged. ‘Sorry Brad, I thought that might work.’

Suddenly the machine shuddered, the belt moving fast and throwing Brad backwards. Tania screamed as more fabric was pulled inside, her vest and leggings drawing painfully tight. She looked down at herself – her leggings were like a second skin, slipping down over her hips and perfectly following the contours of her pussy. Very little was left to the imagination. Her breasts strained against the vest, flattened under the cloth and spilling over the neckline. Tighter and tighter her clothes became, until Tania thought that them being torn off her would have been a relief. It actually did hurt this time.

The machine continued to whir noisily, but there was no other noise, no warning, as Tania’s vest suddenly split open and was stripped backwards off her shoulders into the belt of the treadmill.