Childhood Crush (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Looking back to the TV, June maneuvered the menu to a practice race, and chose her character. She flexed her hands as the race began, and was frankly pretty terrible for the first few minutes. Still, she persisted, and it wasn’t long before she was tearing around the track, leaving the computer opponents trailing in her dust. She was also beginning to lean into the turns in real life, shifting side-to-side in her seat.
She had yet to grasp which button let her fire missiles though, and she ended up losing the race because an opponent blasted her with a missile from behind and sailed ahead of her. You noted her frown, highlighted in the pulsing glow of the TV screen, and something stirred in you. You didn’t want to see this angelic girl upset in any way.
“Hey, you press the square button.” You said. “To fire missiles.” June didn’t respond, and merely retried the practice race. You looked over at June. “Miss June? The square button. Hello?” You said, this time a little louder. Still, she was firmly looking at the screen. It was only then that you realized just how loud the TV music was blaring, and how soft your voice was in comparison. She couldn’t hear you at all.
Standing up, you crossed the couch until you were right beside her right leg. Her thigh seemed so smooth and soft that it took every ounce of self-control not to rub your hand along it. Instead, you hoisted yourself up onto her leg using the fabric of her short shorts as handholds, until you were standing on her lap. June glanced down at you briefly, her smile tinged with a hint of confusion, but her attention was back on the screen after a second as the race started.
She was resting her controller on her knees as she played, so you had decided to just push the button for her as an example. Walking up a bit on her soft thigh, your feet slightly sank into her flesh, nearly tripping you up. Reaching the controller, you leaned over her thumb and jabbed the square button with all your might, pushing it in.
Immediately, the missiles fired from her car, and blasted into the same computer opponent who had screwed her over last race. The opponent sailed off the track, and June slid easily into first place. You were surprised, as you hadn’t planned to shoot the missiles at anything in particular, and had merely gotten lucky. Sadly, before you could bask in your own unintentional achievement, everything went wrong.
June, with lightning fast speed, leapt to her feet, rising in joyous satisfaction after taking revenge on her opponent. Right as she stood, her legs parted a bit, and you stumbled right in between her thighs, landing on the couch as June rose. You rolled into the indentation her butt had made in the leather, hit by a wave of cherry scented perfume so strong it almost knocked you out.
“YES! Hee hee hee! Nice!” June exclaimed, beaming. A second later, her smile turned sheepish, realizing she’d fallen right into her own claims about getting too into gaming. Blushing a bit, June sank back down towards the couch, utterly headless of what lie beneath her.
It was hard to see with June blocking most of the light from the TV, but you knew she was sitting again. Crying out in a startled plea, you scrambled forward towards the edge of the couch, too afraid to venture in any other direction. Had you gone any other way, you might’ve escaped what came next, but hindsight was twenty/twenty.
June’s ass slammed into the couch cushion, just barely missing you, but her bare thighs hit the mark. Slamming down right on top of you, you found yourself squashed and buried under June’s left thigh, your body folding into a flat pancake almost instantly beneath the teenager’s smooth skin. As June settled into her seat, more weight pressed down on you, squeezing you between her supple thigh and the leather of the couch, squishing you even flatter.
Technically, June had felt you, but the unaware giantess immediately passed the feeling off as just the leather of the couch squeezing a bit under her leg. Eyes firmly fixed on the screen, she resumed the practice race, and easily achieved a victory a minute later. Not taking her gaze from the TV, she grinned and spoke.
“Thanks for that, Jake. I hadn’t tried the square button yet.” She giggled. “Silly of me, but thanks for being such a smart kid!” She rolled her neck. “How about I give it one more race, and then we’ll do that co-op I mentioned.” Not waiting for a reply, June jumped right back into another race. She didn’t have a clue in the world you weren’t still sitting beside her. She hadn’t even considered how standing with you on her lap would affect you.
Buried under her hot flesh, you tried to wiggle or squirm, but couldn’t find enough room. Her thigh sank into the soft leather of the couch, surrounding you on all sides and pressing down on you. Tears sprang to your eyes, as they usually did in these situations. You were young, and being painfully sat and stepped on was a horrible experience you dreaded constantly.
Minutes passed, until finally June’s leg peeled off of the couch with a slick ‘pop’, a sheen of sweat beginning to appear. Unfortunately, your body stuck to the back of her thigh, so you were lifted up too, not left on the couch to reform. This wouldn’t have been so terrible theoretically, had June not immediately moved to cross her legs, letting her left leg rest atop her right. You couldn’t even brace for the impact.
As her thighs collided, you were assaulted by a slamming force of slick, hot flesh from all sides. June’s supple skin squeezed tightly around you as she let her left leg lie across her right, her thighs nearly gluing themselves together due to her growing sweat. The more she focused on the game, the sweatier she became, working herself tired with her constant leaning back and forth while steering.
Her muffled cries and exclamations of success and surprise became muffled and indecipherable, everything around you muted and dark. Your own body was quickly slick with sweat, and in danger of escalating into a fever with how hot June’s flesh was growing. You didn’t stop trying to twitch and squirm, even though it grew more futile by the second. Your body was being squished flat by June’s thighs, and soon you’d be so stuck to her skin moving would be impossible, let alone reforming without her noticing you first and rescuing you.
Minutes passed by, and June’s promise of ‘one more race’ turned into five. Finally, after twenty minutes of being stuck in the sauna of heat amidst the flesh and sweat of June’s thighs, your beautiful babysitter finally set the controller down. The golden-haired girl smiled and leaned back, letting out a big sigh. She uncrossed her legs, letting them sit properly on the couch. She winced slightly at the feeling of her sweat sticking to the leather.
“Oh, I’m really sorry Jake.” June glanced at where you were supposed to be sitting. “I promised one race, yet I–” She paused, and squinted in the dark. Your absence dawned on her. “Jake? Hey, Jake? Where did you run off to?” She leaned behind the couch and flicked the light switch on. She flinched briefly at the bright lights, and when her vision adjusted, she noted that you truly were not beside her on the couch anymore.
(FLASHBACK END)
“After that, it all resolved in minutes.” You explained to the Smalls. “She thought maybe I’d gotten bored and wanted to play hide and seek, so she stood up to try and find me. Miraculously, I peeled off her thigh and remained on the couch. While she crawled around the room looking for me, I reformed back to normal, and when she came back to the couch and spotted me, it looked to her as if nothing bad had happened.”
“How did she take the news?” Maddie pondered.
You sighed. “Actually, I didn’t tell her. Remember, I had a crazy crush on her, and was also still in my introverted and easily embarrassed years. When she lightly chided me for disappearing on her, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d sat on me, and had crushed me to her thigh for the past half hour. I didn’t want to ruin the night, or hurt her happy mood. As long as she was smiling, I reasoned that it hadn’t really been that bad.”
Sophie cooed. “Aw, that’s such an adorable little story! Like, OMG! Was that all you did that night?”
“Oh no.” You shook your head. “There was much more that went on that night, and most of it…uh…not the most pleasant on my end. June was incredibly nice and caring, and had the truest of intentions, but fate just kept throwing me into her path that night.” You stroked your chin. “And every night she babysat me, for that matter.”
Cassie smirked. “Seems she isn’t as great a guardian as I am, huh? I’ll always be watching out for you, Jake.”
Your fiancée’s words elicited more happy squeals from Sophie, but you were a tad surprised. She almost sounded jealous that she wasn’t your first crush, but it was more likely that she’d just been caught off guard that you’d had this story and never told her. Also, you didn’t one hundred percent agree with her, but you wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Cassie was your angel, and had saved you from hundreds of horrible accidents. Still, you couldn’t count the amount of times since you’d been sharing a room with her where you woke up crushed to her, and it took her hours to find you. She certainly wasn’t above June in that regard.
She had yet to grasp which button let her fire missiles though, and she ended up losing the race because an opponent blasted her with a missile from behind and sailed ahead of her. You noted her frown, highlighted in the pulsing glow of the TV screen, and something stirred in you. You didn’t want to see this angelic girl upset in any way.
“Hey, you press the square button.” You said. “To fire missiles.” June didn’t respond, and merely retried the practice race. You looked over at June. “Miss June? The square button. Hello?” You said, this time a little louder. Still, she was firmly looking at the screen. It was only then that you realized just how loud the TV music was blaring, and how soft your voice was in comparison. She couldn’t hear you at all.
Standing up, you crossed the couch until you were right beside her right leg. Her thigh seemed so smooth and soft that it took every ounce of self-control not to rub your hand along it. Instead, you hoisted yourself up onto her leg using the fabric of her short shorts as handholds, until you were standing on her lap. June glanced down at you briefly, her smile tinged with a hint of confusion, but her attention was back on the screen after a second as the race started.
She was resting her controller on her knees as she played, so you had decided to just push the button for her as an example. Walking up a bit on her soft thigh, your feet slightly sank into her flesh, nearly tripping you up. Reaching the controller, you leaned over her thumb and jabbed the square button with all your might, pushing it in.
Immediately, the missiles fired from her car, and blasted into the same computer opponent who had screwed her over last race. The opponent sailed off the track, and June slid easily into first place. You were surprised, as you hadn’t planned to shoot the missiles at anything in particular, and had merely gotten lucky. Sadly, before you could bask in your own unintentional achievement, everything went wrong.
June, with lightning fast speed, leapt to her feet, rising in joyous satisfaction after taking revenge on her opponent. Right as she stood, her legs parted a bit, and you stumbled right in between her thighs, landing on the couch as June rose. You rolled into the indentation her butt had made in the leather, hit by a wave of cherry scented perfume so strong it almost knocked you out.
“YES! Hee hee hee! Nice!” June exclaimed, beaming. A second later, her smile turned sheepish, realizing she’d fallen right into her own claims about getting too into gaming. Blushing a bit, June sank back down towards the couch, utterly headless of what lie beneath her.
It was hard to see with June blocking most of the light from the TV, but you knew she was sitting again. Crying out in a startled plea, you scrambled forward towards the edge of the couch, too afraid to venture in any other direction. Had you gone any other way, you might’ve escaped what came next, but hindsight was twenty/twenty.
June’s ass slammed into the couch cushion, just barely missing you, but her bare thighs hit the mark. Slamming down right on top of you, you found yourself squashed and buried under June’s left thigh, your body folding into a flat pancake almost instantly beneath the teenager’s smooth skin. As June settled into her seat, more weight pressed down on you, squeezing you between her supple thigh and the leather of the couch, squishing you even flatter.
Technically, June had felt you, but the unaware giantess immediately passed the feeling off as just the leather of the couch squeezing a bit under her leg. Eyes firmly fixed on the screen, she resumed the practice race, and easily achieved a victory a minute later. Not taking her gaze from the TV, she grinned and spoke.
“Thanks for that, Jake. I hadn’t tried the square button yet.” She giggled. “Silly of me, but thanks for being such a smart kid!” She rolled her neck. “How about I give it one more race, and then we’ll do that co-op I mentioned.” Not waiting for a reply, June jumped right back into another race. She didn’t have a clue in the world you weren’t still sitting beside her. She hadn’t even considered how standing with you on her lap would affect you.
Buried under her hot flesh, you tried to wiggle or squirm, but couldn’t find enough room. Her thigh sank into the soft leather of the couch, surrounding you on all sides and pressing down on you. Tears sprang to your eyes, as they usually did in these situations. You were young, and being painfully sat and stepped on was a horrible experience you dreaded constantly.
Minutes passed, until finally June’s leg peeled off of the couch with a slick ‘pop’, a sheen of sweat beginning to appear. Unfortunately, your body stuck to the back of her thigh, so you were lifted up too, not left on the couch to reform. This wouldn’t have been so terrible theoretically, had June not immediately moved to cross her legs, letting her left leg rest atop her right. You couldn’t even brace for the impact.
As her thighs collided, you were assaulted by a slamming force of slick, hot flesh from all sides. June’s supple skin squeezed tightly around you as she let her left leg lie across her right, her thighs nearly gluing themselves together due to her growing sweat. The more she focused on the game, the sweatier she became, working herself tired with her constant leaning back and forth while steering.
Her muffled cries and exclamations of success and surprise became muffled and indecipherable, everything around you muted and dark. Your own body was quickly slick with sweat, and in danger of escalating into a fever with how hot June’s flesh was growing. You didn’t stop trying to twitch and squirm, even though it grew more futile by the second. Your body was being squished flat by June’s thighs, and soon you’d be so stuck to her skin moving would be impossible, let alone reforming without her noticing you first and rescuing you.
Minutes passed by, and June’s promise of ‘one more race’ turned into five. Finally, after twenty minutes of being stuck in the sauna of heat amidst the flesh and sweat of June’s thighs, your beautiful babysitter finally set the controller down. The golden-haired girl smiled and leaned back, letting out a big sigh. She uncrossed her legs, letting them sit properly on the couch. She winced slightly at the feeling of her sweat sticking to the leather.
“Oh, I’m really sorry Jake.” June glanced at where you were supposed to be sitting. “I promised one race, yet I–” She paused, and squinted in the dark. Your absence dawned on her. “Jake? Hey, Jake? Where did you run off to?” She leaned behind the couch and flicked the light switch on. She flinched briefly at the bright lights, and when her vision adjusted, she noted that you truly were not beside her on the couch anymore.
(FLASHBACK END)
“After that, it all resolved in minutes.” You explained to the Smalls. “She thought maybe I’d gotten bored and wanted to play hide and seek, so she stood up to try and find me. Miraculously, I peeled off her thigh and remained on the couch. While she crawled around the room looking for me, I reformed back to normal, and when she came back to the couch and spotted me, it looked to her as if nothing bad had happened.”
“How did she take the news?” Maddie pondered.
You sighed. “Actually, I didn’t tell her. Remember, I had a crazy crush on her, and was also still in my introverted and easily embarrassed years. When she lightly chided me for disappearing on her, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d sat on me, and had crushed me to her thigh for the past half hour. I didn’t want to ruin the night, or hurt her happy mood. As long as she was smiling, I reasoned that it hadn’t really been that bad.”
Sophie cooed. “Aw, that’s such an adorable little story! Like, OMG! Was that all you did that night?”
“Oh no.” You shook your head. “There was much more that went on that night, and most of it…uh…not the most pleasant on my end. June was incredibly nice and caring, and had the truest of intentions, but fate just kept throwing me into her path that night.” You stroked your chin. “And every night she babysat me, for that matter.”
Cassie smirked. “Seems she isn’t as great a guardian as I am, huh? I’ll always be watching out for you, Jake.”
Your fiancée’s words elicited more happy squeals from Sophie, but you were a tad surprised. She almost sounded jealous that she wasn’t your first crush, but it was more likely that she’d just been caught off guard that you’d had this story and never told her. Also, you didn’t one hundred percent agree with her, but you wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Cassie was your angel, and had saved you from hundreds of horrible accidents. Still, you couldn’t count the amount of times since you’d been sharing a room with her where you woke up crushed to her, and it took her hours to find you. She certainly wasn’t above June in that regard.
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