Experience and Encounter at Eagleton (Pt Three)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
While this was going on, your mother and Rosie finally re-entered the locker room, laughing and smiling brightly at their win. Upon noticing Vanessa, your mother sobered up a bit, and gave her a smile. “Good job out there, Vanessa. You did amazing.”
Vanessa turned over her shoulder to give them a knowing smirk. “Fourth place doesn’t get a prize, though. Still, thanks. You two were hella fast! I take it you won.” She asked.
Your mom blushed at the compliment. “Y-yes, actually. Frankly, I don’t know how. I mean, I used to be fast when I was younger, but I haven’t swum seriously in years.”
Rosie bumped your mom with her butt. “Ya tore it up out there, darlin’. No need to be shy. Ah consider mahself fast, but you still beat me through n’ through.”
Turning back around, Vanessa finished adjusting your body around her tits, and tied your arms and legs into tight knots behind her back. She bounced once to ensure you held, and your body cried out at the agony of her breasts heaving down onto you. Unlike your mother, Vanessa had tied you on lower, so you cupped more of her underboob than straight in front. As such, double the sweaty weight squeezed down on you battered, beaten body.
As Vanessa then moved to put on her top, your mother strolled over to the locker she’d thrown you in earlier, finding it empty. But then she noted the bra lying on the ground, smiled, and bent down to pick it up. Brushing it off, she stripped out of her borrowed swimsuit, dried off a bit, and began to put Vanessa’s actual bra on. Right as she started, her eyes locked onto the cups of the bra, and she frowned. The plain tan coloring was…wrong…for some reason, but she couldn’t immediately think of why.
Simultaneously, Vanessa wiggled her top over her head and shoulders. It was a low-cut, midriff bearing crop-top that was incredibly revealing. It settled over her breasts loosely, which thankfully allowed you breathing space, relatively speaking, and partially exposed your body. Not that you thought about it too long, as you were too preoccupied with internally screaming and crying, miniscule tears dripping from your eyes and onto Vanessa’s breasts, but being quickly consumed by her much larger sweat droplets. You were seconds away from being whisked off by this oblivious girl, and a future of constant use as a bra seemed horribly possible, if not inevitable.
Your mom’s frown deepened as she stared at the plain tan bra in her hands, and her gaze shifted over to Vanessa, who had just finished slipping into her crop top. The tan bra Vanessa wore, with its occasional discoloration spot and seemingly stretchy nature, almost called to her. The synapses in her brain clicked and sparked, but right before they fully connected, Rosie placed her arm around your mom.
“Come on, sweetie!” Rosie smiled warmly. “Let’s get movin’! There’s so much more fun at this fair!”
Your mom sighed. “You’re right.” She shook her head, looked away from Vanessa, and smiled at Rosie. She then began putting on the tan bra in her hands, only to find that it was slightly smaller than expected. In fact, she couldn’t quite fit her gargantuan breasts into the cups, no matter how hard she tried. It was just too tight and painful, which was strange, as the bra she’d worn all day had been heavenly in terms of comfort and support.
At the same time, Vanessa glanced down at her phone as she strolled towards the exit door. Her boobs shook rhythmically as she walked, nauseatingly shaking you around, but wonderfully supporting Vanessa. From her perspective, you were damned near amazing, and she wondered why she hadn’t felt it this morning. Actually, as she thought about it more, she debated keeping you instead of returning you. As pervy as she found the design, this bra was excellent.
Hand on the door, Vanessa was just starting to push it open as Rosie loudly spoke up, looking at your mother. “Say, sweetheart, you said you had a son, right? What age is that little fella?”
Instantaneously, your mom’s eyes snapped open, the bra in her hands fell down to the floor, and she cried out shrilly. The synapses had connected, and she whipped her head to Vanessa, eyes wild with panic. The college girl merely looked at her in vague confusion, while absentmindedly adjusting one of your arm-straps a bit more snugly, smooshing your face deeper into her nipple.
“Uh…something up?” Vanessa inquired.
*****
It took some explaining, and about ten minutes, but you soon found yourself back against your mother’s chest, squeezed tightly into her warm, soothing bosom. She and Vanessa had traded bras after your mom explained the mix-up, while still refraining from mentioning you. Vanessa was loathe to abandon you, but it was obviously stealing if she refused, so she gave you back. Your mom hastily put you on right away, stealthily rubbing a finger along your back in what you guessed was a caring display of affection…as well as apology for letting things go so far.
Once Vanessa headed back out, Rosie glanced at your mom, who was finishing pulling up her leggings. “What a quaint lil’ mix-up! Ya’ll almost switched up yer underwear!”
Your mom winced. “Y-yep…uh…anyway! What were you asking about my son?”
“Oh! I was just wonderin’ what age the fella was.” Rosie explained.
“He’s just turned sixteen. His name is Jake, and he’ll be ready to finish high school soon.”
“And then college?”
Your mom hesitated, reaching for her purple blouse. “Well, I don’t know…maybe. He’s got a unique condition, and I’m scared to let him out of the house for so long.”
Rosie rubbed your mother’s shoulders affectionately. “Ah get it, darlin’, I do. My baby girls left me feelin’ empty inside when they left, but it’s a part of ‘em growin’ up. They came back much better people. Heck, mah oldest came back married!”
Your mother thought about this for a bit, and then grinned. “You know what? You’re right. Thanks, Rosie. I think when I get home, I’ll have a nice long talk with my son about college. He could even attend right here at Eagleton!” She started pulling down her blouse over her head.
Rosie looked thoughtful. “Ya know, another friend of mine has a daughter about the age of yer son. I think the pretty thang’s name is…Cassie? Somethin’ like that. She’s an angel, that one.”
Your mom had finished adjusting her blouse by this point, hiding you from the world once more. She smiled at Rosie’s words. “Who knows? Maybe the two of them will meet and be friends?”
Rosie laughed, her hearty and uplifting Southern lilt on full display. “Heh, that’d be somethin’ sugar. That’d be somethin’!”
Buried under your mother’s blouse and firmly adhered to her breasts, you hadn’t heard much of that conversation. Muffled words and phrases about college, something or other about a girl named Cassie. However, you distinctly heard your mother declare her desire to grant you the independence and freedom to adventure off to college by yourself.
Maybe it was because you’d spent all day suffering because of your mother’s actions, being used like an object by her. Maybe it was the adventurous and harrowing experiences you’d endured today, suffering torment and unlikely rescues in equal measure. Maybe it was something else entirely, but this moment in time changed you. You began to feel bolder, more empowered. Your overbearing mom was finally, truly coming to terms with you growing up and gaining independence, and you swore right then to take this chance and never look back.
Eagleton University, or someone on the other side of the world, it didn’t matter. After high school, you’d leave home behind and find your future out at college.
(FLASHBACK END)
“So, that’s how it all went down.” You explained, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit to clear your throat. “A crazy, and ridiculous day came to an end. The rest of the day was more of the same, my mom and Rosie playing games and eating food. When my mom got home, she took me off, coaxed my squishy body into reforming, then bought me the newest game console. Well…after crying and cooing over me for her forgetfulness almost turning tragic. I forgave her, and spoke up right then and there about my college plans.
“As for Rosie, she had to head back home after the fair. But, a few weeks later, she came back to visit my mom, and the two continued to hang out frequently. Rosie got her first introduction to me…and that was an experience, I’ll tell you. Also, my mom and I went to her farm to visit her family once, which was also crazy, but that isn’t here or there.
“To end my story, I just want to tell Cassie…I love you.” You looked at your fiancée, and fat tears were welling up in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her luscious lips quivered. “I don’t know if that Cassie girl Rosie was talking about was you…but I still like to think it was. That we were always going to find each other.”
Concluding, Cassie broke into sobs, and leaned down over you, showering you with kisses. Sophie cooed excitedly, and even Maddie and Kimberly were moved and intrigued by your story. Overwhelmed, Cassie excused herself after one more kiss and headed upstairs to cool down. After a minute, you found each of the Smalls women still looking at you intently. You had no idea that your stories could ever have this much effect on someone.
Vanessa turned over her shoulder to give them a knowing smirk. “Fourth place doesn’t get a prize, though. Still, thanks. You two were hella fast! I take it you won.” She asked.
Your mom blushed at the compliment. “Y-yes, actually. Frankly, I don’t know how. I mean, I used to be fast when I was younger, but I haven’t swum seriously in years.”
Rosie bumped your mom with her butt. “Ya tore it up out there, darlin’. No need to be shy. Ah consider mahself fast, but you still beat me through n’ through.”
Turning back around, Vanessa finished adjusting your body around her tits, and tied your arms and legs into tight knots behind her back. She bounced once to ensure you held, and your body cried out at the agony of her breasts heaving down onto you. Unlike your mother, Vanessa had tied you on lower, so you cupped more of her underboob than straight in front. As such, double the sweaty weight squeezed down on you battered, beaten body.
As Vanessa then moved to put on her top, your mother strolled over to the locker she’d thrown you in earlier, finding it empty. But then she noted the bra lying on the ground, smiled, and bent down to pick it up. Brushing it off, she stripped out of her borrowed swimsuit, dried off a bit, and began to put Vanessa’s actual bra on. Right as she started, her eyes locked onto the cups of the bra, and she frowned. The plain tan coloring was…wrong…for some reason, but she couldn’t immediately think of why.
Simultaneously, Vanessa wiggled her top over her head and shoulders. It was a low-cut, midriff bearing crop-top that was incredibly revealing. It settled over her breasts loosely, which thankfully allowed you breathing space, relatively speaking, and partially exposed your body. Not that you thought about it too long, as you were too preoccupied with internally screaming and crying, miniscule tears dripping from your eyes and onto Vanessa’s breasts, but being quickly consumed by her much larger sweat droplets. You were seconds away from being whisked off by this oblivious girl, and a future of constant use as a bra seemed horribly possible, if not inevitable.
Your mom’s frown deepened as she stared at the plain tan bra in her hands, and her gaze shifted over to Vanessa, who had just finished slipping into her crop top. The tan bra Vanessa wore, with its occasional discoloration spot and seemingly stretchy nature, almost called to her. The synapses in her brain clicked and sparked, but right before they fully connected, Rosie placed her arm around your mom.
“Come on, sweetie!” Rosie smiled warmly. “Let’s get movin’! There’s so much more fun at this fair!”
Your mom sighed. “You’re right.” She shook her head, looked away from Vanessa, and smiled at Rosie. She then began putting on the tan bra in her hands, only to find that it was slightly smaller than expected. In fact, she couldn’t quite fit her gargantuan breasts into the cups, no matter how hard she tried. It was just too tight and painful, which was strange, as the bra she’d worn all day had been heavenly in terms of comfort and support.
At the same time, Vanessa glanced down at her phone as she strolled towards the exit door. Her boobs shook rhythmically as she walked, nauseatingly shaking you around, but wonderfully supporting Vanessa. From her perspective, you were damned near amazing, and she wondered why she hadn’t felt it this morning. Actually, as she thought about it more, she debated keeping you instead of returning you. As pervy as she found the design, this bra was excellent.
Hand on the door, Vanessa was just starting to push it open as Rosie loudly spoke up, looking at your mother. “Say, sweetheart, you said you had a son, right? What age is that little fella?”
Instantaneously, your mom’s eyes snapped open, the bra in her hands fell down to the floor, and she cried out shrilly. The synapses had connected, and she whipped her head to Vanessa, eyes wild with panic. The college girl merely looked at her in vague confusion, while absentmindedly adjusting one of your arm-straps a bit more snugly, smooshing your face deeper into her nipple.
“Uh…something up?” Vanessa inquired.
*****
It took some explaining, and about ten minutes, but you soon found yourself back against your mother’s chest, squeezed tightly into her warm, soothing bosom. She and Vanessa had traded bras after your mom explained the mix-up, while still refraining from mentioning you. Vanessa was loathe to abandon you, but it was obviously stealing if she refused, so she gave you back. Your mom hastily put you on right away, stealthily rubbing a finger along your back in what you guessed was a caring display of affection…as well as apology for letting things go so far.
Once Vanessa headed back out, Rosie glanced at your mom, who was finishing pulling up her leggings. “What a quaint lil’ mix-up! Ya’ll almost switched up yer underwear!”
Your mom winced. “Y-yep…uh…anyway! What were you asking about my son?”
“Oh! I was just wonderin’ what age the fella was.” Rosie explained.
“He’s just turned sixteen. His name is Jake, and he’ll be ready to finish high school soon.”
“And then college?”
Your mom hesitated, reaching for her purple blouse. “Well, I don’t know…maybe. He’s got a unique condition, and I’m scared to let him out of the house for so long.”
Rosie rubbed your mother’s shoulders affectionately. “Ah get it, darlin’, I do. My baby girls left me feelin’ empty inside when they left, but it’s a part of ‘em growin’ up. They came back much better people. Heck, mah oldest came back married!”
Your mother thought about this for a bit, and then grinned. “You know what? You’re right. Thanks, Rosie. I think when I get home, I’ll have a nice long talk with my son about college. He could even attend right here at Eagleton!” She started pulling down her blouse over her head.
Rosie looked thoughtful. “Ya know, another friend of mine has a daughter about the age of yer son. I think the pretty thang’s name is…Cassie? Somethin’ like that. She’s an angel, that one.”
Your mom had finished adjusting her blouse by this point, hiding you from the world once more. She smiled at Rosie’s words. “Who knows? Maybe the two of them will meet and be friends?”
Rosie laughed, her hearty and uplifting Southern lilt on full display. “Heh, that’d be somethin’ sugar. That’d be somethin’!”
Buried under your mother’s blouse and firmly adhered to her breasts, you hadn’t heard much of that conversation. Muffled words and phrases about college, something or other about a girl named Cassie. However, you distinctly heard your mother declare her desire to grant you the independence and freedom to adventure off to college by yourself.
Maybe it was because you’d spent all day suffering because of your mother’s actions, being used like an object by her. Maybe it was the adventurous and harrowing experiences you’d endured today, suffering torment and unlikely rescues in equal measure. Maybe it was something else entirely, but this moment in time changed you. You began to feel bolder, more empowered. Your overbearing mom was finally, truly coming to terms with you growing up and gaining independence, and you swore right then to take this chance and never look back.
Eagleton University, or someone on the other side of the world, it didn’t matter. After high school, you’d leave home behind and find your future out at college.
(FLASHBACK END)
“So, that’s how it all went down.” You explained, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit to clear your throat. “A crazy, and ridiculous day came to an end. The rest of the day was more of the same, my mom and Rosie playing games and eating food. When my mom got home, she took me off, coaxed my squishy body into reforming, then bought me the newest game console. Well…after crying and cooing over me for her forgetfulness almost turning tragic. I forgave her, and spoke up right then and there about my college plans.
“As for Rosie, she had to head back home after the fair. But, a few weeks later, she came back to visit my mom, and the two continued to hang out frequently. Rosie got her first introduction to me…and that was an experience, I’ll tell you. Also, my mom and I went to her farm to visit her family once, which was also crazy, but that isn’t here or there.
“To end my story, I just want to tell Cassie…I love you.” You looked at your fiancée, and fat tears were welling up in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her luscious lips quivered. “I don’t know if that Cassie girl Rosie was talking about was you…but I still like to think it was. That we were always going to find each other.”
Concluding, Cassie broke into sobs, and leaned down over you, showering you with kisses. Sophie cooed excitedly, and even Maddie and Kimberly were moved and intrigued by your story. Overwhelmed, Cassie excused herself after one more kiss and headed upstairs to cool down. After a minute, you found each of the Smalls women still looking at you intently. You had no idea that your stories could ever have this much effect on someone.
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