"Hey there! I'm Lester! Thank you so much for choosing our gym!" The serval beamed. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
He was a bit taken aback by the sheer amount of energy the serval was exuding, it was too be expected from someone working at a gym but even so it was a bit more than his introverted butt could handle. "Uh-sure!" Quinn said without thinking. Truth be told he kind of just wanted to quietly work going to the gym into his routine and would have been fine just exploring the place on his own... ...but considering this was a mix sized gym maybe getting the tour was the better choice.
"Great!" Lester's tail swished behind him. "Just follow me and dont be afraid to ask any questions."
The spitz nodded and followed along the colorful cats quick pace. He couldn't help but notice the servals figure. Usually they were slim figured but this Lester guy was pretty broad, he assumed this was how you'd get when you worked in the fitness field. It was actually pretty close to what his goals were for working out, not huge but at least visibly fit looking.
They passed through a set of doors into a massive open space. Huge building like gym equipment filled the view, with towering macro gym goers lifting far more weight than an army of micros could hope to move by hand. There was a path painted on the floor that had a sort of tube covering it, denoted for micros to walk through to keep them safe from any careless steps, leading to a section in the middle of the gym area.
Quinn tensed up, noticing a discrepancy. "Uh-"
The serval stopped. "Something wrong?"
"S-shouldn't the micro area be on a raised platform?" Quinn asked. He'd been shopping around the are for a cheap gym and usually they had the micro areas elevated to a safe location where they weren't at the mercy of the footsteps and dropping weights of the larger lifters.
"Ah. Yes." Lester chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his tone. "That's intentional. If we had a massive staircase leading to it, our costumers would be wasting energy" The serval explained.
"B-but wouldn't that be solved with some elevato-"
"Here we are!" Lester interjected as they stepped out of the tube into the micro gym area proper. Quinn could see gym equipment small enough for micros to use, through there was a distinct lack of micros about actually using them, at least far fewer than the macros at the gym. The serval walked forward. "Now, what are you looking to achieve here?"
The question caught him off guard, stumbling a bit as he felt the vibration caused by a towering otter walking past the micro area. It didn't inspire much confidence in their safety that the are didn't have any walls or anything, the only thing between them and the macros was a thin yellow line painted on the ground. He shook the thought from his head, it was probably fine. "Uh-to just get in shape, i guess?"
"If you want, i could set you up with a basic program to get you started." Lester offered. "One of the main reasons people fall out of their regular gym visits is because they dont see any real change after a week or two, usually this is due to not knowing how to properly structure their worko-"
The ground shook as a massive sneaker slammed down just outside the micro gym area, quickly followed by another one. Both micros looked up to the giant currently blotting out the ceiling lights, seeing a towering, cream colored border collie smirking down at them with a smile on her face, brown eyes locked directly onto the serval.
"Hey Lester!" The colossal canine beamed, placing her hands on her on her knees and leaning over them, filling the view above them.
Quinn found his body freezing up, a feeling shared by 99.9% of micros around the world when finding themselves around the far larger people they shared the world with.
"H-hey Shannon!" The serval called up, clearly struggling to keep his voice from shaking.
"I was looking for you." The collie gushed. "I need you to show me how to do those push ups again."
Lester looked towards Quinn and then back up to the macro collie. "Well uh- i'm actually with another client right no-"
Suddenly a pair of fingers rushed down and snatched the serval up with a sharp yelp. Quinn jumped away instinctively and stared up as the collie rose to her full height with the fidgeting gym instructor between her fingers. Before he could even close his jaws the collie fingers released Lester. Quinn felt a chill run up his spine as the serval vanished into the collies cleavage.
Shannon adjusted her top briefly before walking off, leaving Quinn alone on the micro lifting area, shaking with adrenaline and disbelief. That couldn't be allowed here, could it?
This was a bit too much for him, the Spitz decided it might be best for him to get some home equipment to start out before committing to a gym. He turned on his heel and headed towards the tube tunnel leading back to the locker room.
As he was about to reach it, a house sized sneaker crashed down in front of it, sending him reeling back in shock. As he stood completely frozen, another sneaker landed behind him, far softer.
"Well hello there!"
Quinn slowly looked up to the towering figure, his eyes trailing up a slim pair of white furred calves with brown spots larger than his entire body, up a pair of plush, toned thighs that looked as if they could fit a house on them with ease. Past the green shorts he could see the smirking face of a mouse, green eyes obscured slightly by a pair of glasses. "Uh-"
"You're new here, right?" The mouse asked, squatting down over him. The sight of the massive rodent lowering down causing Quinn to freeze in place like a deer in headlights. "I'm Gawain. Pleased to meet you."
"Q-Quinn!" The canine squeaked. "I-i was just heading out, actuall-"
"Oh, but you just got here!" The mouse interjected. "Look, i know what you're feeling. Going to the gym for the first time can be scary. It's a very new experience. Tell you what, i'll be your partner for the day!"
He swallowed. "P-partner?"
The mouse smiled wider. "You get so much more out of your workout with a partner."
"T-that's a kind offer bu-"
"Great!" Gawain beamed. "Let's start with bench presses!"
"Wait! I-" Before Quinn could protest the giant reached for him. In the blink of an eye the large mouse's finger pressed onto his chest, pinning him to the ground on his back and pressing the air out of him. He frantically tried to push the finger off, not even managing to budge it an inch.
A chuckle sounded above him. "Now, you're a bit small for me to properly spot for you, so this is a fine compromise, dont you think?" Gawain mused. "Remember to arch your back, helps focus the weight on your chest."
Barely able to think through the fear of being crushed, the Spitz somehow managed to follow the instruction, though mostly it was in an attempt to include his legs in the lifting. He let out a strained growl as he pushed and as if by some miracle, the finger began to lift. Once his arms were straight the massive digit moved away, leaving Quinn sweaty and panting on the floor, shaking from exhaustion.
"You did great buddy!" Gawain beamed. "Not bad for a first timer."
"P-please-" Quinn gasped. "No more!"
The mouse cocked his head. "Aww, been there buddy, overdoing it on your first day. No worries, happens to the best of us. Take a break for the rest of the day. You should hit the sauna before you leave."
He slowly sat up and nodded, feeling his muscles ace and his nerves screaming for him to leave before the giant tried to assist him further. "Y-yeah. Uh- wait, this place has a sauna?" Quinn didn't remember seeing that anywhere.
Gawain smirked wider. "Sure does. Let me show you."
Before Quinn could even get to his feet, the mouse plucked him off the ground. Two fingers the size of his torso held him between them as he was lifted into the air, dangled in front of the mouse's smirking face, his own panicked expression reflected in his glasses.
Shuffling sounded from below and suddenly the mouse bent forward again. Quinn found himself dangled lower to the ground, below him was a large dark opening, a warm and damp smell rising up from it. It was the mouth of the mouse's sneaker. "Wait! NONONONO-"
The fingers parted and he fell, landing on something soft, warm and slightly damp. Before he could pick himself up, the sneaker tilted, sending him rolling backwards deeper into the footwear. The Spitz landed with his back against the cloth wall, dazed and confused.
As his vision cleared, he could see the dark insides of the sneaker, small slivers of light escaping through the tiny holes that made it breathable. He wasn't even given a chance to fully realize the strength of the smell within his new confines before a shape started to slink inside the mouth of the shoe. A gigantic, cotton covered set of toes.
"No! Wait! NO!" The tiny canine whimpered, trying to crawl back further into the shoe as the sock covered foot inched closer and closer, the sound of fabric on fabric filling his ears as the larger source of fresh air was plugged by the mouse's sole. A shrill shriek escaped his lips as the toes slammed into his torso, clenching and dragging him under them as they settled on top of him. A toe planted itself on to of his face, forcing the soft cotton covered pad into his cheek. He tried to squirm but his was already too exhausted from his single bench press to even try. The massive toes flexed and clenched, moving him about under them until he could feel his face pop into some opening.
Quinn managed a desperate breath, immediately reeling from the strong scent of the rodents foot. As his vision began to clear, he found himself staring right between two white furred toes, his face having been forced through a small hole in the mouse's sock. Before he could try to call for help, the toes clenched together, pinching his snout between them as Gawain too a step.
With his partner firmly in place, Gawain let out a satisfied sigh. The new ones were always the most fun and this one looked really cute to boot!
He took a swig from his water bottle and began his search for an empty treadmill, eager to start his own workout routine.