Well Deserved Rest
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
lilmonie
All eyes were locked squarely on you as the Smalls women sat around eagerly waiting to hear the next round of wild adventures you’d had with your unique body. Sophie in particular had the widest, goofiest grin of all the girls as she clearly perceived these stories as entirely comical and not like the monumental torture you had to endure. “Ooooh! More, more! No offense, Jake but your mom seems like a bit of an airhead...”. Sophie’s family members all rolled their eyes in harmony at the proclamation of this dumb, admittedly dyed, blonde. The irony of the statement washed over you leading you to simply blow out a sigh and respond, “Yea...I love her and all but over time she really did become more and more carefree with me. Not to mention she’d quickly jump to her own conclusions to justify using me in whatever way pleased her more and more as I grew up”. Kimberly perked an eyebrow inquisitively before retorting, “Care to elaborate on that more? Your mother sounds like a woman I’d really get along with!”.
Glossing over Kimberly’s suspicious comment with internal cheer that your mother and potential mother-in-law would be good friends, you decided to dive right into another memory that this time showcased your mom jumping right into action without even asking you! “Of course, Ms. Smalls! In fact this happened just a mere couple weeks after that unfortunate hair tie incident...”
(Flashback Start!)
It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon in your childhood home. At the mature age of 16 your mother was finally comfortable leaving you unattended at home, her overprotective nature peeling away week after week, or as it felt lately with her nonchalant usage of you, day after day. Your mother had left to attend some serene meditation/yoga class at your family friend Jolene’s gym studio, which despite her sweetest pleads, you firmly declined. You wouldn’t be going back there if you could help it; not after you were forced to share a mat with your mom during a particularly crowded class. With the serene music playing and your mom’s eyes consistently shut in deep focus, it didn’t take long before you were nothing more than a smear on your mother’s body...but that was an awful story for another time!
Today you were simply enjoying some nice cartoons while the warm afternoon sun shined in through the window. Without any worry of some curvy broad dropping her ass on you, you were finally free to relax a bit and take advantage of your size. The TV was like a movie theater size and you were able to comfortably fit on a couch throw-pillow like it was a massive bean bag chair! Your pillow was a bit flat if only due to your moms heavy weight consistently squashing it, but to you it was just right. You had finished a half of a Twinkie, which at your size might as well have been five of them, and were saving the rest for later since they were hard to come by with your mom having a particularly ravenous sweet tooth.
The sugar high had long passed you and now the food coma was setting in fast. You suddenly felt the warm sun and comfy pillow you were using start to affect you as your eyelids got heavier and heavier. Usually you’d snap yourself out of it, due to the obvious danger of falling asleep on the couch in the same house as your mom and often Tara, but today you felt you truly had nothing to worry about. Casting your worries aside, you let your eyes shut for what you perceived as nothing more than an innocent afternoon nap.
A mere hour later and your mom was already finished with her class. Clad in a loose(at least everywhere but her chest) purple tank top and her signature uniform-black yoga pants, your mom swung open the front door and blew out a content sigh, satisfied with her relaxing but mildly strenuous class. Her face was still a bit red and her hair was slightly damp with sweat despite being tied back in a, thank the lord, *non-human* hair tie. Lazily dropping her yoga mat besides the door, she kicked off her shoes in equal fashion before her ears picked up the sound of the TV droning on in the distance. Usually you’d be grateful your mom removed her shoes at the front door, something she quite often neglected doing, as it meant if she dropped a heavy foot onto you she’d at least be able to feel it(most of the time). Today it worked against you however as her feet stepped towards the living room with unbeknownst stealth, allowing you to stay in your blissful dream land.
Nine times out of ten this story would progress as anyone, the Smalls included, would expect. The clumsy mother absentmindedly crushing her tiny son underneath her powerful rear. But that’s not exactly the story you were telling. Today was special, if only in intention alone. Your mom made her way into the living room and instead of being enraptured by the bright television, she actually noticed you lying on the couch pillow fast asleep! She couldn’t help but clutch her heart in cuteness overload as she saw her only son looking all curled up and peaceful!
She quickly withdrew her phone from her moist cleavage and snapped a quick couple pictures of you before managing a selfie as she planted her giant and glossy lips right onto your entire face. Somehow, despite being coated in a thin layer of your own mother’s fresh salvia, you merely let out a deep breath and rolled onto your back, staying fast asleep! “Ooooooo, he is just so damn cute!” your mom whispered before deciding it would be best to let you get some well deserved rest; she was in need of a shower anyways.
That was, until she saw the clock....
Glossing over Kimberly’s suspicious comment with internal cheer that your mother and potential mother-in-law would be good friends, you decided to dive right into another memory that this time showcased your mom jumping right into action without even asking you! “Of course, Ms. Smalls! In fact this happened just a mere couple weeks after that unfortunate hair tie incident...”
(Flashback Start!)
It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon in your childhood home. At the mature age of 16 your mother was finally comfortable leaving you unattended at home, her overprotective nature peeling away week after week, or as it felt lately with her nonchalant usage of you, day after day. Your mother had left to attend some serene meditation/yoga class at your family friend Jolene’s gym studio, which despite her sweetest pleads, you firmly declined. You wouldn’t be going back there if you could help it; not after you were forced to share a mat with your mom during a particularly crowded class. With the serene music playing and your mom’s eyes consistently shut in deep focus, it didn’t take long before you were nothing more than a smear on your mother’s body...but that was an awful story for another time!
Today you were simply enjoying some nice cartoons while the warm afternoon sun shined in through the window. Without any worry of some curvy broad dropping her ass on you, you were finally free to relax a bit and take advantage of your size. The TV was like a movie theater size and you were able to comfortably fit on a couch throw-pillow like it was a massive bean bag chair! Your pillow was a bit flat if only due to your moms heavy weight consistently squashing it, but to you it was just right. You had finished a half of a Twinkie, which at your size might as well have been five of them, and were saving the rest for later since they were hard to come by with your mom having a particularly ravenous sweet tooth.
The sugar high had long passed you and now the food coma was setting in fast. You suddenly felt the warm sun and comfy pillow you were using start to affect you as your eyelids got heavier and heavier. Usually you’d snap yourself out of it, due to the obvious danger of falling asleep on the couch in the same house as your mom and often Tara, but today you felt you truly had nothing to worry about. Casting your worries aside, you let your eyes shut for what you perceived as nothing more than an innocent afternoon nap.
A mere hour later and your mom was already finished with her class. Clad in a loose(at least everywhere but her chest) purple tank top and her signature uniform-black yoga pants, your mom swung open the front door and blew out a content sigh, satisfied with her relaxing but mildly strenuous class. Her face was still a bit red and her hair was slightly damp with sweat despite being tied back in a, thank the lord, *non-human* hair tie. Lazily dropping her yoga mat besides the door, she kicked off her shoes in equal fashion before her ears picked up the sound of the TV droning on in the distance. Usually you’d be grateful your mom removed her shoes at the front door, something she quite often neglected doing, as it meant if she dropped a heavy foot onto you she’d at least be able to feel it(most of the time). Today it worked against you however as her feet stepped towards the living room with unbeknownst stealth, allowing you to stay in your blissful dream land.
Nine times out of ten this story would progress as anyone, the Smalls included, would expect. The clumsy mother absentmindedly crushing her tiny son underneath her powerful rear. But that’s not exactly the story you were telling. Today was special, if only in intention alone. Your mom made her way into the living room and instead of being enraptured by the bright television, she actually noticed you lying on the couch pillow fast asleep! She couldn’t help but clutch her heart in cuteness overload as she saw her only son looking all curled up and peaceful!
She quickly withdrew her phone from her moist cleavage and snapped a quick couple pictures of you before managing a selfie as she planted her giant and glossy lips right onto your entire face. Somehow, despite being coated in a thin layer of your own mother’s fresh salvia, you merely let out a deep breath and rolled onto your back, staying fast asleep! “Ooooooo, he is just so damn cute!” your mom whispered before deciding it would be best to let you get some well deserved rest; she was in need of a shower anyways.
That was, until she saw the clock....
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