Too Good to Let Go
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
lilmonie
Sparking the idea to put you through a little test, Irina made sure no one was staring before dunking you with exuberance into her cavernous cleavage. Her tongue stuck out in focus as she swabbed you all along her left breast and then moved onto the right, her nipples gently brushing against you and perking up a bit from your foreign stimulation. Returning to drag you along where all her sweat joined together, Irina smeared you along her cleavage up and down before pulling you out with a light audible pop!
Bringing you up under a close eye, Irina’s inspection yielded that you were no worse for wear! No rips or tears at all! “What a useful little thing! It’s just what I’ve been looking for!” You saw this woman who claimed to own you squeaking with joy at how effective you were and you cursed your body for being so accommodating. If only this woman had hated the job you did, then you’d be let go and have a decent chance to reform, if no other woman came along. But unfortunately for you, you were Irina’s dream come true. Dozens of towels had met their doom under Irina’s powerful rump, and now it was your turn to stand the test.
The class began quickly and with it Irina draped you around her neck to be able to quickly lap up any droplets that dripped from her hair. This experience was certainly bad but at least the smell wasn’t as awful and there wasn’t any bone shattering pressure bearing down on you. Going through some sets of lunges Irina was already feeling the burn; at this moment you were actually getting the easier life!
After about fifteen minutes of the women following directions, you heard the instructors microphone blare out to begin doing some jumping jacks in place. Irina groaned as she began jumping up and swinging her arms above her head and then dropping them as she kicked her heels together. At first this felt like just another exercise, with Irina’s hair bouncing and brushing against you with every little hop; but soon you felt yourself falling backwards as the wild motions of Irina shook you loose.
Without any way to hold on, you slipped right off the distracted woman’s collar only to plop right behind her with the daunting view of looking up right at her. Her long legs were pounding furiously and her humongous butt was jiggling wildly up and down with every jump. Honestly it wasn’t even a bad view and the worst you had to go through was the occasional droplet flying off Irina and splashing onto you. “Alright ladies, back to squats!” immediately Irina dropped her ass down low, and you feared it was coming right for you.
As she reached the bottom of her squat however she paused with her titanic rear overheard before standing up once more. As she came down a second time you felt a whirlwind of stench come with her as her ass came an inch from your face. You winced looking up at her straining shorts, the threads had clearly been stretched to their limits and at any second looked ready to give up and rip. You thanked god you’d never have to be stretched around her wide waist!
As Irina and Kimberly finished up the last of their squats, the announcer indicated a break which prompted Irina to fall backwards in exhaustion right at the bottom of her squat. You watched her ass as if in slow motion plummet onto you and crush you in its forceful and passionate embrace. Hitting the ground hard caused Irina’s shorts to squeeze out all the sweat it had barely been able to withhold. The sweat poured free from her crack only to drain right onto your face. You feared you might suffocate as Irina cluelessly drowned you in her ass sweat while taking a much needed breather.
Kimberly shot a glance over at her tired friend and blushed seeing the awful fate that had literally fallen on you. Feeling the slightest ounce of pity, Kimberly nudged Irina stating simply, “Hey hun, I think you sat on your new towel.”
Irina strained to peer over her shoulder and spot you but in her complete fatigue she merely panted out, “That’s fine...right...where I...need it!” With that dooming statement she rocked back and forth atop you, trying to wring out as much fluid as she could from her soaked ass to be taken care of by you. If only the kind albeit klutzy mother knew a real person was being forced to endure the horrors of her ass, perhaps she’d spring up and even manage to apologize. But unfortunately for you, Irina was only concerned right now with expunging this tidal wave of sweat from her booty.
The stench was unlike any other as your exposed tongue caught the rough texture of her shorts, burning as she grinded her butt deeper and deeper into you. You wanted to be thankful this fabric was here to keep you from entering her bare ass, but honestly it was so skin tight it only made the experience more rough as the threads burned you.
After she was satisfied with her work, Irina stood up once again, cluelessly crushing her new tool under the worn tread of her sneakers, giving you the once more terrifying view of staring up at Irina’s towering body as she stepped off.
An hour later, as the class wrapped up, Irina swept you up from the floor and mopped you all along her body to finish up. As she rubbed her forehead, you could feel her sweltering hot breath panting a mist onto you in exhaustion as she tried to catch her breath and dry off at the same time. “Great class, huh girl?” Kimberly said lightly poking Irina in the stomach with an elbow. Irina merely nodded tiredly, too focused on making sure you absorbed every drop of her filth. “So, how’d that towel hold up? Did that big butt of yours reduce it to thread?” Kimberly laughed heartily at her own suggestion.
Irina, having finally caught her breath, brandished a great smile before she swung you around with a slap to her backside. “Nope! I think these two are going to be the best of friends!” Irina and Kimberly both giggled relentlessly at your expense as you whimpered silently between them. You worried it was now or never that Kimberly could stop you from being doomed to service Irina’s body.
With the only thought running through Kimberly’s mind that you sure made Irina happy, she decided to suggest aloud, “Well I’m glad! Maybe you should just keep it. Doesn’t look like any of the staff are looking anyways! So long as you get it past the front desk you can use it over and over!”
As Irina finished up swabbing you underneath her dripping underarms, she excitedly agreed. “Great idea! But I kinda forgot my gym bag...how could I sneak him outta here?”
Bringing you up under a close eye, Irina’s inspection yielded that you were no worse for wear! No rips or tears at all! “What a useful little thing! It’s just what I’ve been looking for!” You saw this woman who claimed to own you squeaking with joy at how effective you were and you cursed your body for being so accommodating. If only this woman had hated the job you did, then you’d be let go and have a decent chance to reform, if no other woman came along. But unfortunately for you, you were Irina’s dream come true. Dozens of towels had met their doom under Irina’s powerful rump, and now it was your turn to stand the test.
The class began quickly and with it Irina draped you around her neck to be able to quickly lap up any droplets that dripped from her hair. This experience was certainly bad but at least the smell wasn’t as awful and there wasn’t any bone shattering pressure bearing down on you. Going through some sets of lunges Irina was already feeling the burn; at this moment you were actually getting the easier life!
After about fifteen minutes of the women following directions, you heard the instructors microphone blare out to begin doing some jumping jacks in place. Irina groaned as she began jumping up and swinging her arms above her head and then dropping them as she kicked her heels together. At first this felt like just another exercise, with Irina’s hair bouncing and brushing against you with every little hop; but soon you felt yourself falling backwards as the wild motions of Irina shook you loose.
Without any way to hold on, you slipped right off the distracted woman’s collar only to plop right behind her with the daunting view of looking up right at her. Her long legs were pounding furiously and her humongous butt was jiggling wildly up and down with every jump. Honestly it wasn’t even a bad view and the worst you had to go through was the occasional droplet flying off Irina and splashing onto you. “Alright ladies, back to squats!” immediately Irina dropped her ass down low, and you feared it was coming right for you.
As she reached the bottom of her squat however she paused with her titanic rear overheard before standing up once more. As she came down a second time you felt a whirlwind of stench come with her as her ass came an inch from your face. You winced looking up at her straining shorts, the threads had clearly been stretched to their limits and at any second looked ready to give up and rip. You thanked god you’d never have to be stretched around her wide waist!
As Irina and Kimberly finished up the last of their squats, the announcer indicated a break which prompted Irina to fall backwards in exhaustion right at the bottom of her squat. You watched her ass as if in slow motion plummet onto you and crush you in its forceful and passionate embrace. Hitting the ground hard caused Irina’s shorts to squeeze out all the sweat it had barely been able to withhold. The sweat poured free from her crack only to drain right onto your face. You feared you might suffocate as Irina cluelessly drowned you in her ass sweat while taking a much needed breather.
Kimberly shot a glance over at her tired friend and blushed seeing the awful fate that had literally fallen on you. Feeling the slightest ounce of pity, Kimberly nudged Irina stating simply, “Hey hun, I think you sat on your new towel.”
Irina strained to peer over her shoulder and spot you but in her complete fatigue she merely panted out, “That’s fine...right...where I...need it!” With that dooming statement she rocked back and forth atop you, trying to wring out as much fluid as she could from her soaked ass to be taken care of by you. If only the kind albeit klutzy mother knew a real person was being forced to endure the horrors of her ass, perhaps she’d spring up and even manage to apologize. But unfortunately for you, Irina was only concerned right now with expunging this tidal wave of sweat from her booty.
The stench was unlike any other as your exposed tongue caught the rough texture of her shorts, burning as she grinded her butt deeper and deeper into you. You wanted to be thankful this fabric was here to keep you from entering her bare ass, but honestly it was so skin tight it only made the experience more rough as the threads burned you.
After she was satisfied with her work, Irina stood up once again, cluelessly crushing her new tool under the worn tread of her sneakers, giving you the once more terrifying view of staring up at Irina’s towering body as she stepped off.
An hour later, as the class wrapped up, Irina swept you up from the floor and mopped you all along her body to finish up. As she rubbed her forehead, you could feel her sweltering hot breath panting a mist onto you in exhaustion as she tried to catch her breath and dry off at the same time. “Great class, huh girl?” Kimberly said lightly poking Irina in the stomach with an elbow. Irina merely nodded tiredly, too focused on making sure you absorbed every drop of her filth. “So, how’d that towel hold up? Did that big butt of yours reduce it to thread?” Kimberly laughed heartily at her own suggestion.
Irina, having finally caught her breath, brandished a great smile before she swung you around with a slap to her backside. “Nope! I think these two are going to be the best of friends!” Irina and Kimberly both giggled relentlessly at your expense as you whimpered silently between them. You worried it was now or never that Kimberly could stop you from being doomed to service Irina’s body.
With the only thought running through Kimberly’s mind that you sure made Irina happy, she decided to suggest aloud, “Well I’m glad! Maybe you should just keep it. Doesn’t look like any of the staff are looking anyways! So long as you get it past the front desk you can use it over and over!”
As Irina finished up swabbing you underneath her dripping underarms, she excitedly agreed. “Great idea! But I kinda forgot my gym bag...how could I sneak him outta here?”
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