Ironed Man (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
To your utter amazement, Kimberly’s gaze shifted to you, and she paused in reaching for the iron. Her mouth quirked to the side, then deepened into a frown. You didn’t stop blinking as she traced a smooth finger across your body, her eyes slowly widening at your cartoonish appearance, looking for all the world like a sticker on the bright red panties in the shape of a flattened man…which was exactly what you were.
Finally, recognition shone in Kimberly’s eyes, and her jaw dropped open for one short second, before she quickly clamped it shut. A sense of foreboding hung in the air for a few agonizing seconds, before Kimberly’s alluring lips curled into a soft but devious smile. Mischief danced in her eyes, along with something else. Satisfaction? You couldn’t tell from your position, and could only wonder when she’d actually start prying you free.
Your horror and surprise as immeasurable as Kimberly merely picked up the iron and spoke aloud. “Hm…it sure does get tiring having to constantly iron these panties for Maddie.” Kimberly sighed theatrically. “Something about them being special order and made for elasticity and comfort while exercising? Who knows?”
She then leaned down over you, her massive body casting a shadow over your whole being. “Still, I never noticed this cute little design before. Like a little cartoon guy!” Kimberly laughed lightly, but a hint of darker intentions shone through. “Better iron these panties nice and good this time, wouldn’t want that design fading, or tearing off the fabric. That’d be heartbreaking. These are Maddie’s favorite panties after all, and she wears them twice a week or more!”
Chuckling, Kimberly pulled the iron over your body, and the last thing you saw before it filled your whole vision was a smirk on the gargantuan woman’s face. Hadn’t she seen you? She’d seen you, right? This wasn’t a cruel, intentional act, right? Still blinking and looking around like a deranged person, you tried to rip and tear at the bonds that held you flat, but it was no use. The iron descended, unimpeded, until at last it touched down on you.
It became apparent that you had never experienced true pain before this moment. No words on earth could describe the feeling of the boiling iron slamming down onto your body. Your shrill but depressingly silent cries rang out, even as tears formed in your eyes and instantly evaporated. The iron hissed and burned, steam springing out from the sides and singing every inch of your exposed body. It was a blessing that you passed out from the torment of it all, face still locked in a terrified expression and eyes wide open.
Kimberly dutifully steamed every last fiber of the panties, front and back, with the iron. She made sure to press hard and thoroughly apply pressure all across the panties, particularly that little “design” she’d noted. She could hardly keep her smile off her face, even as her mind wondered if perhaps, she was taking things too far. No…no. These were all just tests, challenges for a clearly ill-fit squishy man. If he dealt with them, great. If not…she wouldn’t be particularly bothered.
Pulling the iron away after ten minutes, Kimberly rubbed some sweat off her brow and beheld her handiwork. The panties hardly looked different, but rubbing her fingers on them revealed the heavenly soft fabric and delicate but supportive stretchiness that Maddie had lauded when she first bought them. Kimberly was almost a little envious at just how divine they felt to the touch, but knew she’d need to order her own if she wanted a pair that would fit her hefty rear.
That little “design” was perfect too, and her plan had worked flawlessly. Pressing her palm down on the flattened man was just as smooth and soft as the rest of the panties. He felt no different from the fabric around him, like he belonged there. She was unable to smear or smudge his face or body, nor pick him off with her fingernails. She’d essentially burned the design in place, fusing it to the fabric. If she was lucky, she thought with a smile, it’d be permanent.
Putting away the iron and ironing board, Kimberly folded up the panties, consciously leaving the design facing out, and placed them in the basket destined for Maddie’s room. She then left the room, and alerted her daughter’s that they each had clothes to pick up from the washroom. With that finished, she settled into her favorite chair and turned on a good movie, letting out a deep sigh. She felt really, really good.
Meanwhile, Maddie was the first to enter the washroom, and she walked right over to her clothes basket. Her eyes instantly fell on you, and she frowned slightly. Leaning down, she peered closely at your engrained body, rubbing her finger across your face and chest.
Around this exact time was when you finally woke up from your bout of unconsciousness. The bright lights stunned you, and you realized you couldn’t blink away the blurriness. Your eyes were frozen in a wide-open state, and your mouth was similarly frozen in a gasp of shock. In fact, you couldn’t move any part of your body. You could barely even feel your body, and as you tried to reform, it was as if a heavy load was weighing down on you. Some invisible bonds keeping you from twitching, speaking, or reforming in the slightest. All the memories of Kimberly ironing you into the panties flooded back into your mind.
Above you, Maddie delicately touched your eyes and stomach. “Huh. I’ve been wearing these for a month, and never noticed this funky design?” The brown-haired giantess smirked and laughed. “Geez, I really do get zoned out.” She ran her fingers along the edges of your body. “Yeah, it’s totally not a sticker either. Weird. But it’s cute, I guess. Kinda funny!” She laughed, and stood back up.
Hosting her basket up, Maddie strolled from the washroom and towards her bedroom. You mentally begged and pleaded with the girl to look closer, to notice that it was you and not a design, but it was obviously no use. You couldn’t even fully blame her either. You’d only just met her this day, and had hardly interacted with her. On top of that, because of Kimberly’s actions, you really were fused to the fabric of the panties, and felt just as smooth and soft. It’d be nearly impossible to know you weren’t just a design from her perspective.
Reaching her bedroom, Maddie sorted all of her clothes into their proper places, ending with the panties you’d been ironed into. With another short laugh at the silly design on the back of her panties, Maddie tucked you into a drawer filled with the rest of her lingerie, then slid the door closed, locking you away in darkness. You could barely hear her leave the room, too preoccupied with trying to reform, not yet realizing how useless it was. Without outside help, your chances of escape were practically incalculable.
Hours passed by, and the evening turned to night, which turned to morning. You slept fitfully, your panty prison infuriatingly comfortable, but your mind too panicked to fully relax. Only the sound of footsteps dragged your attention out of a deep depression, and you soon felt the underwear drawer being pulled back, and light shining in.
Finally, recognition shone in Kimberly’s eyes, and her jaw dropped open for one short second, before she quickly clamped it shut. A sense of foreboding hung in the air for a few agonizing seconds, before Kimberly’s alluring lips curled into a soft but devious smile. Mischief danced in her eyes, along with something else. Satisfaction? You couldn’t tell from your position, and could only wonder when she’d actually start prying you free.
Your horror and surprise as immeasurable as Kimberly merely picked up the iron and spoke aloud. “Hm…it sure does get tiring having to constantly iron these panties for Maddie.” Kimberly sighed theatrically. “Something about them being special order and made for elasticity and comfort while exercising? Who knows?”
She then leaned down over you, her massive body casting a shadow over your whole being. “Still, I never noticed this cute little design before. Like a little cartoon guy!” Kimberly laughed lightly, but a hint of darker intentions shone through. “Better iron these panties nice and good this time, wouldn’t want that design fading, or tearing off the fabric. That’d be heartbreaking. These are Maddie’s favorite panties after all, and she wears them twice a week or more!”
Chuckling, Kimberly pulled the iron over your body, and the last thing you saw before it filled your whole vision was a smirk on the gargantuan woman’s face. Hadn’t she seen you? She’d seen you, right? This wasn’t a cruel, intentional act, right? Still blinking and looking around like a deranged person, you tried to rip and tear at the bonds that held you flat, but it was no use. The iron descended, unimpeded, until at last it touched down on you.
It became apparent that you had never experienced true pain before this moment. No words on earth could describe the feeling of the boiling iron slamming down onto your body. Your shrill but depressingly silent cries rang out, even as tears formed in your eyes and instantly evaporated. The iron hissed and burned, steam springing out from the sides and singing every inch of your exposed body. It was a blessing that you passed out from the torment of it all, face still locked in a terrified expression and eyes wide open.
Kimberly dutifully steamed every last fiber of the panties, front and back, with the iron. She made sure to press hard and thoroughly apply pressure all across the panties, particularly that little “design” she’d noted. She could hardly keep her smile off her face, even as her mind wondered if perhaps, she was taking things too far. No…no. These were all just tests, challenges for a clearly ill-fit squishy man. If he dealt with them, great. If not…she wouldn’t be particularly bothered.
Pulling the iron away after ten minutes, Kimberly rubbed some sweat off her brow and beheld her handiwork. The panties hardly looked different, but rubbing her fingers on them revealed the heavenly soft fabric and delicate but supportive stretchiness that Maddie had lauded when she first bought them. Kimberly was almost a little envious at just how divine they felt to the touch, but knew she’d need to order her own if she wanted a pair that would fit her hefty rear.
That little “design” was perfect too, and her plan had worked flawlessly. Pressing her palm down on the flattened man was just as smooth and soft as the rest of the panties. He felt no different from the fabric around him, like he belonged there. She was unable to smear or smudge his face or body, nor pick him off with her fingernails. She’d essentially burned the design in place, fusing it to the fabric. If she was lucky, she thought with a smile, it’d be permanent.
Putting away the iron and ironing board, Kimberly folded up the panties, consciously leaving the design facing out, and placed them in the basket destined for Maddie’s room. She then left the room, and alerted her daughter’s that they each had clothes to pick up from the washroom. With that finished, she settled into her favorite chair and turned on a good movie, letting out a deep sigh. She felt really, really good.
Meanwhile, Maddie was the first to enter the washroom, and she walked right over to her clothes basket. Her eyes instantly fell on you, and she frowned slightly. Leaning down, she peered closely at your engrained body, rubbing her finger across your face and chest.
Around this exact time was when you finally woke up from your bout of unconsciousness. The bright lights stunned you, and you realized you couldn’t blink away the blurriness. Your eyes were frozen in a wide-open state, and your mouth was similarly frozen in a gasp of shock. In fact, you couldn’t move any part of your body. You could barely even feel your body, and as you tried to reform, it was as if a heavy load was weighing down on you. Some invisible bonds keeping you from twitching, speaking, or reforming in the slightest. All the memories of Kimberly ironing you into the panties flooded back into your mind.
Above you, Maddie delicately touched your eyes and stomach. “Huh. I’ve been wearing these for a month, and never noticed this funky design?” The brown-haired giantess smirked and laughed. “Geez, I really do get zoned out.” She ran her fingers along the edges of your body. “Yeah, it’s totally not a sticker either. Weird. But it’s cute, I guess. Kinda funny!” She laughed, and stood back up.
Hosting her basket up, Maddie strolled from the washroom and towards her bedroom. You mentally begged and pleaded with the girl to look closer, to notice that it was you and not a design, but it was obviously no use. You couldn’t even fully blame her either. You’d only just met her this day, and had hardly interacted with her. On top of that, because of Kimberly’s actions, you really were fused to the fabric of the panties, and felt just as smooth and soft. It’d be nearly impossible to know you weren’t just a design from her perspective.
Reaching her bedroom, Maddie sorted all of her clothes into their proper places, ending with the panties you’d been ironed into. With another short laugh at the silly design on the back of her panties, Maddie tucked you into a drawer filled with the rest of her lingerie, then slid the door closed, locking you away in darkness. You could barely hear her leave the room, too preoccupied with trying to reform, not yet realizing how useless it was. Without outside help, your chances of escape were practically incalculable.
Hours passed by, and the evening turned to night, which turned to morning. You slept fitfully, your panty prison infuriatingly comfortable, but your mind too panicked to fully relax. Only the sound of footsteps dragged your attention out of a deep depression, and you soon felt the underwear drawer being pulled back, and light shining in.
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March 28, 2025
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