"Sweat"ening the Deal (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Instantly, Maddie pressed your body against her face, rubbing you around her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her soft, smooth skin provided minimal pain, but still coated you in a thick layer of sweat, and you immediately began absorbing her body’s natural stench that had built up after an hour of intense exercise. You tried to wiggle or squirm so she would notice you, but your movements were so imperceptible that they made no difference at all.
Maddie then slapped your face into her taut stomach, and scrubbed you up and down her lean tummy. She ground your body into her glistening abs, her alluringly tanned skin depositing load after load of sweat onto you. In your squashed state, you were acting just like a real sweat rag, absorbing the gross liquidy substance right off of the exhausted girl and onto your own increasingly dirtied body.
Your oblivious tormenter then scrubbed you along her toned thighs and long legs, combing you up and down until you’d picked up every last trace of sweat and grime from her skin. Satisfied, she took a brief moment to roughly and painfully wring your body between her clenched fists, letting some sweat drip from you and onto the floor. Treating you like any other rag, Maddie was merely thinking to dry you a bit before continuing her cleaning, unaware of how horrible it felt to be wrung out and twisted by her hands.
Barely hanging on to consciousness amidst the sweat, stench, and pain, you could vaguely feel Maddie lifting you up her body. You caught sight of her pretty face, and mentally screamed for her to look down and notice your one remaining eye, but to no avail. You were merely balled up a bit in Maddie’s grip as she began using you to clean her breasts.
Her choice in sports bra left a good deal of her firm chest revealed, so Maddie was quite thorough in scrubbing you across her perfectly rounded breasts. She rubbed your face across her skin until you had involuntarily soaked up most of the sweat, then plunged you down into her cleavage, letting your squishy body pick up and dirt and fluid from between her tits. The heat in her cleavage was sweltering, and her boobs pressed against you from all sides, but it thankfully only lasted a minute until Maddie pulled you back out.
The athletic giantess then glanced over to her mom, who looked up from her book and gave her a comforting smile. Kimberly then glanced purposefully away, and Maddie knew that she was clear to strip. Maddie loved exercise like almost nothing else in the world, but she also hated the feeling of sweat. As such, even tough she knew a long soak in the tub was waiting for her, she wanted to scrub off as much sweat as possible before hand.
Still holding you in one hand, Maddie wiggled her uber-tight compression shorts down her shapely rear and hips, before letting them hang around her thighs. She then, after grimacing a bit at how rank the dampness of sweat was, plunged what she still happily believed to be a simple sweat rag right towards her firm buttocks.
You collided with her ass, which was contained in only simple black panties, smacking right into her right cheek. Maddie wasted no time in scraping you across her smooth skin in methodical circles, missing no inch of her hot, damp flesh. Though you still weakly fought against her, you were utterly powerless as she squeezed your malleable body into her butt cheeks, cupping the palm that held you to better conform your body to her curvy posterior.
While Maddie’s brain lazily thought about what she’d do after her luxurious bath, you tried desperately not to dwell on both how horribly humiliating your current situation was, and also how your fiancée’s younger sister was intimately scrubbing you against her ass. It as all you could do to block out the feeling as she pushed you into her cheek firmly, and rubbed you along her (thankfully covered by panties) crack.
It felt like an eternity, but Maddie finally ceased her torment. She pulled her compression shorts back up, rolled up and hung up the yoga mat, then looked down at you. She scowled, and her attractive face crinkled up in disgust.
“Uh…gross.” She scoffed. “This rag is so soaked with sweat and dirt.” She looked over at her mom. “I should probably just pitch this in the garbage, right?”
Kimberly froze at the remark, and waged an intense mental war in her brain. Finally, she responded. “Oh, no. I think it’s still good to be washed and used again. A good cleaning will make it good as new.” She paused, and bit down a smirk. “Besides, you look positively stunning right now, dear. I’d say that’s the best sweat rag you’ve ever used.”
Maddie’s mouth quirked to the side. “Huh. When you put it that way…why the hell not?” She bunched you up in her hands. “I’ll head inside now and put it through the wash along with what I’m wearing now.”
Kimberly slowed her pace to a complete stop, then closed her book. “I’m ready to finish up, so I’ll go with you.”
The curvaceous woman hopped off the treadmill and joined her daughter as the two left the shed and headed back inside. Once inside the kitchen, Kimberly held her daughter’s shoulder to pause her, then stripped out of her shirt, leggings, socks, and underwear. Now nude, she dumped the clothes into Maddie’s awaiting arms. The sweat-stained leggings fell on top of you, filling your body with a mix Kimberly’s and Maddie’s equally overwhelming scents mix.
“Go and start the wash real quick.” Kimberly instructed. “I’ll fix up some smoothies for us to drink after your bath.” While speaking, Kimberly grabbed a robe hanging up on the door and wrapped it around herself.
Maddie grinned. “Thanks mom!” She declared, then hurried off to the washroom. Once inside, she popped the lid to the washing machine and dumped the load of sweaty workout clothing she was carrying into the giant, metal bin. Your rag-shaped body landed at the bottom first, followed by Maddie’s damp sports bra and Kimberly’s dirty leggings. All of the clothing piled on top of you, keeping you firmly flat and hidden away from sight.
Humming to herself, Maddie searched around in the drawer for the proper laundry detergent, eventually finding the bottle. She then dumped a generous amount of detergent into the bin and slammed the lid shut, then began to reach for the proper dials to start the wash cycle.
While this was going on, Cassie was just coming downstairs to take a quick break from unpacking, and froze in surprise as she beheld her nude (save for a thin robe) mother, fixing up a few smoothies. Kimberly smiled warmly at her, and Cassie smiled back.
“Like a smoothie, Cassie?” Kimberly offered. “Once I finish making them, that is.”
“I’d love one.” Cassie answered. “How was exercising with Maddie…and Jake, of course.” Cassie inquired.
Kimberly froze, took a second to put on her act, then replied. “Jake? Oh, your little man. Was he out there with us?”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah mom. He went out with you right away, got into a little…accident…and then I laid him down on your treadmill console. Did you forget him out there?” She started to head to the door.
“Uh…Cassie?” Kimberly’s face portrayed genuine horror, even as her eyes glimmered. “I think…I misunderstood what you putting him on my control console meant.” She smiled sheepishly. “See, I didn’t recognize him, and also couldn’t hear you with my music on. I thought he was just a simple sweat rag.”
Cassie froze, and blinked once. “So you…used him?”
Kimberly shook her head vigorously. “No, no I didn’t. Maddie did…and quite thoroughly.” Cassie’s jaw dropped, and Kimberly quickly added, “I had no idea, honey! I swear!”
“Where is he now?” Cassie demanded, her voice rising frantically.
“Well, about to be washed, I imagine.” Kimberly gestured towards the washroom. “Maddie was just starting a wash cycle to clean all our dirty, sweaty clothes, and that sweat rag. Er…uh…Jake, I mean.”
Without a word, Cassie turned on her heel and sprinted towards the washroom, Kimberly following closely behind her. Reaching the washroom, Cassie shoved open the door, startling Maddie, who was still inside.
Has Maddie already started the wash cycle, with you trapped inside?
Maddie then slapped your face into her taut stomach, and scrubbed you up and down her lean tummy. She ground your body into her glistening abs, her alluringly tanned skin depositing load after load of sweat onto you. In your squashed state, you were acting just like a real sweat rag, absorbing the gross liquidy substance right off of the exhausted girl and onto your own increasingly dirtied body.
Your oblivious tormenter then scrubbed you along her toned thighs and long legs, combing you up and down until you’d picked up every last trace of sweat and grime from her skin. Satisfied, she took a brief moment to roughly and painfully wring your body between her clenched fists, letting some sweat drip from you and onto the floor. Treating you like any other rag, Maddie was merely thinking to dry you a bit before continuing her cleaning, unaware of how horrible it felt to be wrung out and twisted by her hands.
Barely hanging on to consciousness amidst the sweat, stench, and pain, you could vaguely feel Maddie lifting you up her body. You caught sight of her pretty face, and mentally screamed for her to look down and notice your one remaining eye, but to no avail. You were merely balled up a bit in Maddie’s grip as she began using you to clean her breasts.
Her choice in sports bra left a good deal of her firm chest revealed, so Maddie was quite thorough in scrubbing you across her perfectly rounded breasts. She rubbed your face across her skin until you had involuntarily soaked up most of the sweat, then plunged you down into her cleavage, letting your squishy body pick up and dirt and fluid from between her tits. The heat in her cleavage was sweltering, and her boobs pressed against you from all sides, but it thankfully only lasted a minute until Maddie pulled you back out.
The athletic giantess then glanced over to her mom, who looked up from her book and gave her a comforting smile. Kimberly then glanced purposefully away, and Maddie knew that she was clear to strip. Maddie loved exercise like almost nothing else in the world, but she also hated the feeling of sweat. As such, even tough she knew a long soak in the tub was waiting for her, she wanted to scrub off as much sweat as possible before hand.
Still holding you in one hand, Maddie wiggled her uber-tight compression shorts down her shapely rear and hips, before letting them hang around her thighs. She then, after grimacing a bit at how rank the dampness of sweat was, plunged what she still happily believed to be a simple sweat rag right towards her firm buttocks.
You collided with her ass, which was contained in only simple black panties, smacking right into her right cheek. Maddie wasted no time in scraping you across her smooth skin in methodical circles, missing no inch of her hot, damp flesh. Though you still weakly fought against her, you were utterly powerless as she squeezed your malleable body into her butt cheeks, cupping the palm that held you to better conform your body to her curvy posterior.
While Maddie’s brain lazily thought about what she’d do after her luxurious bath, you tried desperately not to dwell on both how horribly humiliating your current situation was, and also how your fiancée’s younger sister was intimately scrubbing you against her ass. It as all you could do to block out the feeling as she pushed you into her cheek firmly, and rubbed you along her (thankfully covered by panties) crack.
It felt like an eternity, but Maddie finally ceased her torment. She pulled her compression shorts back up, rolled up and hung up the yoga mat, then looked down at you. She scowled, and her attractive face crinkled up in disgust.
“Uh…gross.” She scoffed. “This rag is so soaked with sweat and dirt.” She looked over at her mom. “I should probably just pitch this in the garbage, right?”
Kimberly froze at the remark, and waged an intense mental war in her brain. Finally, she responded. “Oh, no. I think it’s still good to be washed and used again. A good cleaning will make it good as new.” She paused, and bit down a smirk. “Besides, you look positively stunning right now, dear. I’d say that’s the best sweat rag you’ve ever used.”
Maddie’s mouth quirked to the side. “Huh. When you put it that way…why the hell not?” She bunched you up in her hands. “I’ll head inside now and put it through the wash along with what I’m wearing now.”
Kimberly slowed her pace to a complete stop, then closed her book. “I’m ready to finish up, so I’ll go with you.”
The curvaceous woman hopped off the treadmill and joined her daughter as the two left the shed and headed back inside. Once inside the kitchen, Kimberly held her daughter’s shoulder to pause her, then stripped out of her shirt, leggings, socks, and underwear. Now nude, she dumped the clothes into Maddie’s awaiting arms. The sweat-stained leggings fell on top of you, filling your body with a mix Kimberly’s and Maddie’s equally overwhelming scents mix.
“Go and start the wash real quick.” Kimberly instructed. “I’ll fix up some smoothies for us to drink after your bath.” While speaking, Kimberly grabbed a robe hanging up on the door and wrapped it around herself.
Maddie grinned. “Thanks mom!” She declared, then hurried off to the washroom. Once inside, she popped the lid to the washing machine and dumped the load of sweaty workout clothing she was carrying into the giant, metal bin. Your rag-shaped body landed at the bottom first, followed by Maddie’s damp sports bra and Kimberly’s dirty leggings. All of the clothing piled on top of you, keeping you firmly flat and hidden away from sight.
Humming to herself, Maddie searched around in the drawer for the proper laundry detergent, eventually finding the bottle. She then dumped a generous amount of detergent into the bin and slammed the lid shut, then began to reach for the proper dials to start the wash cycle.
While this was going on, Cassie was just coming downstairs to take a quick break from unpacking, and froze in surprise as she beheld her nude (save for a thin robe) mother, fixing up a few smoothies. Kimberly smiled warmly at her, and Cassie smiled back.
“Like a smoothie, Cassie?” Kimberly offered. “Once I finish making them, that is.”
“I’d love one.” Cassie answered. “How was exercising with Maddie…and Jake, of course.” Cassie inquired.
Kimberly froze, took a second to put on her act, then replied. “Jake? Oh, your little man. Was he out there with us?”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah mom. He went out with you right away, got into a little…accident…and then I laid him down on your treadmill console. Did you forget him out there?” She started to head to the door.
“Uh…Cassie?” Kimberly’s face portrayed genuine horror, even as her eyes glimmered. “I think…I misunderstood what you putting him on my control console meant.” She smiled sheepishly. “See, I didn’t recognize him, and also couldn’t hear you with my music on. I thought he was just a simple sweat rag.”
Cassie froze, and blinked once. “So you…used him?”
Kimberly shook her head vigorously. “No, no I didn’t. Maddie did…and quite thoroughly.” Cassie’s jaw dropped, and Kimberly quickly added, “I had no idea, honey! I swear!”
“Where is he now?” Cassie demanded, her voice rising frantically.
“Well, about to be washed, I imagine.” Kimberly gestured towards the washroom. “Maddie was just starting a wash cycle to clean all our dirty, sweaty clothes, and that sweat rag. Er…uh…Jake, I mean.”
Without a word, Cassie turned on her heel and sprinted towards the washroom, Kimberly following closely behind her. Reaching the washroom, Cassie shoved open the door, startling Maddie, who was still inside.
Has Maddie already started the wash cycle, with you trapped inside?
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March 28, 2025
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