Bathroom Antics
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
When you regained consciousness, you were a bit disappointed to find your squishy body still stuck to something, face first and trapped in darkness. Still, from the shaking and swaying side-to-side, you could tell you’d been transferred from the seat cushion to one of the asses of the Smalls sisters. That was probably an improvement, but your situation was still far from desirable, as your mystery captor was clearly still unaware of your presence.
A second more of thought, and you finely placed the shapely rear end you were glued to as belonging to your lovely fiancée. The most obvious evidence was the mildly grating jean shorts fabric picking at your body, but you could also acutely feel the curvature of her perfect booty all around you as well. You’d been buried under her creamy globes hundreds of times over the past few years (unfortunately about 50/50 intentional and accidental), so you knew her butt well.
From the context clues around you, you could tell that Cassie had just finished dragging her suitcase upstairs into her old bedroom, which would now serve as the room both of you shared during your stay. Each ass tensed and flexed around you as your giantess fiancée bent down and rummaged around in her suitcase. You tried to wiggle and reform during all of this, but were simply too defeated to do so at the moment.
Cassie retrieved a loose blue t-shirt and matching comfy short shorts, and then proceeded out of her room and across the hall, into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, and wasted no time in stripping out of her sweaty clothes. Her mind was fully preoccupied with happy thoughts about wrestling around with Sophie and Maddie, her intelligent brain spinning with fun day trips to hang out with her family. Caught up in the moment, you were still far from her mind.
Letting her clothes fall in a heap by the bathroom door, Cassie slinked over to the shower, turned on the hot water, and stepped in. Letting the searing water run over her naked body, Cassie let out a huge, pleased sigh, and began lightly singing. Her melodic voice carried over the running water, and brought a huge smile to your crumpled and mangled face.
Still, her singing was hardly your primary focus. Bundled up in a heap, your flattened body was still stuck by sweat and pressure to the back of Cassie’s jean shorts. Going to work on reforming, you focused all of your mind and energy on peeling your squashed limbs free. It was slow going, but soon your arms and legs were free. With a great show of strength, you ripped your gummy-like chest from the jeans, and began blindly crawling to freedom.
Cassie had unceremoniously dumped her clothes on the tiled floor, so you were lost in a tangled mess of her dirty clothes. Scrambling frantically, you continuously punched at pockets or sleeves, unable to find a clear escape path. Your fiancée’s obviously upbeat singing contrasted sharply with the blind panic you were in.
Out of nowhere, you felt sharp pricks tear into your chest and legs, and you cried out in surprised pain. Some strange hooks, no doubt buttons or zippers on Cassie’s shorts, had torn into your own body in your frantic escape attempt. Wincing at the pain, you ripped free with a mighty tug, and finally tumbled out of the pile of discarded clothes, rolling out onto the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
It was at this moment that you realized what exactly those sharp buttons and zippers had done, along with your hasty yanking to safety. Gazing down at yourself, your cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment. You were now completely naked, your clothes having been torn right from your body. Looking over at Cassie’s dirty clothes pile, all you could see were her shorts, shirt, panties, bra, and socks. Your own comparatively tiny clothes were lost somewhere in there.
You briefly contemplated plunging back in to find your clothes, but disregarded the idea soon after. You didn’t want to risk getting lost in that surprisingly confusing mess of clothes again. You also heard Cassie’s singing die down, which implied she was moving onto conditioner her hair, which was often her last step in showering. She would be out soon.
You took a moment to take stock of the bathroom you were in, and noted the sheer size of it. A wide counter with two sinks took up an entire wall, no doubt attempting to accommodate for four girls in one house. Cassie was in a walk-in shower against the other wall, which closed behind a sliding glass door. A large cabinet of towels and toiletries lined the rest of the wall beside it. That last wall is where the toilet was, but there was also a sizable circular tub just for bathing. It looked like something out of a fancy hotel, and even seemed to have bubble jets.
The water in Cassie’s shower shut off a second later, and your heart skipped a beat. Not wanting to look as if you were being a pervert, or anything, you sprinted over to the sliding glass door to await Cassie’s exit. The fact that you were naked was incredibly embarrassing, and you hoped Cassie would be understanding. At least it was your fiancée, and not Sophie or Maddie…or heaven forbid, Kimberly.
The door slid back, and you opened your mouth to speak, but your words left you. Stupidly, your brain shut down right as the glistening figure of your bride-to-be materialized behind the foggy door. Her perfectly proportioned body towered over you, and you basked in her nude glory. A giantess like her was a goddess, and your heart melted with the love you felt for her…
…which was immediately replaced by fear, as you noted Cassie staring straight ahead and rubbing her eyes, which were closed. She had a pained look on her face, that soon matched your own as she took another step forward. Stumbling over yourself trying to form words again, you were helpless as Cassie’s foot kicked into you, knocking you backwards across the smooth tile. You flew away from her towards the toilet in the corner of the bathroom, sliding along the floor and impacting against the wall.
“Damn soap…” Cassie moaned, rubbing her eyes as she finished stepping out of the enclosed shower. “…got right in my eye…” She sighed, blindly reaching for a towel from the cabinet beside her. Finding one, she mercifully pressed the plush fabric against her eyes until the pain ceased. Moving on to drying her face and hair, Cassie peered around the bathroom. “What did I even kick? Felt weird…”
Sadly, Cassie was unable to see you, as you’d sailed into the corner by the toilet. Partly hidden in shadow, your face had squished against the wall, so you were currently struggling to peel it free, and couldn’t cry out to Cassie for help.
Unaware of your own struggles, Cassie methodically dried herself off, and then changed into her pajamas for the night, the loose tee and short shorts from earlier. She often slept naked, but while at home, she felt it’d be a bit weird. Plus, she knew how much her cutesy and revealing pajamas turned you on, especially since she didn’t have underwear on.
The brunette giantess hung her towel up to dry, and then sauntered back over to her dirty clothes. While approaching, she noticed a large wicker basket against the wall near the tub. It hadn’t been there since before leaving for college, so it’s appearance was new to her. It was tall, like a large trash can, and completely covered in finely woven wicker save for a circular opening up top. Cassie bent down to read a small sign hanging in front of it.
“Um…‘Dirty Lingerie’…oh! Mom must’ve put this out.” Cassie smiled and spoke aloud, still thinking she was alone in the bathroom. “I guess that makes sense, since we wash our underwear in a delicate cycle. Put it all in one place then!” Grabbing up her dirty clothes pile, Cassie picked out her bra and panties and dropped them into the basket.
She was just about to leave when a loud voice called out. “Cassie dear! Can you hear me?” Though faint, you and your fiancée could pick up the voice as Kimberly’s.
“Yeah mom!” Cassie called back, opening the bathroom door to hear better.
“The TV’s started acting up, so I can’t watch my movie.” Kimberly explained. “Do you think you could fill up the tub for me? I could go for a nice, long soak!”
Cassie grinned. “Sure thing, mom.”
“Thanks sweetie. I’ll be up in just a minute or two.” Kimberly shouted up from the first floor. Cassie turned back into the bathroom and approached the tub, cranking up the hot water and closing the drain so the tub could fill. She also popped the cap on a small bottle and sprinkled liquid into the tub that began growing into a swath of bubbles. Lastly, she clicked the bubble jets onto a low level of power.
Right at this moment you pulled your face free from the wall and stumbled to your feet. Whirling around, you caught one final brief glimpse of Cassie as she strolled out of the room, closing the door behind her. You sprinted across the slick tile, slipping and falling twice, and finally made it to the bathroom door. You jumped up pitifully, and came nowhere near close to reaching the door handle. Cassie had just locked you in the bathroom.
Retreating to the center of the room, you ran your hands through your hair. What were you going to do now? There was no way you could just let yourself be caught naked in the bathroom by Kimberly! She already had a low opinion of you and your stature and squishiness. How could you face that humiliation? You doubted she’d believe this was all one big accident.
Just then, you heard steps outside the door, and knew Kimberly had arrived for her bath. With seconds left, what do you do?
A second more of thought, and you finely placed the shapely rear end you were glued to as belonging to your lovely fiancée. The most obvious evidence was the mildly grating jean shorts fabric picking at your body, but you could also acutely feel the curvature of her perfect booty all around you as well. You’d been buried under her creamy globes hundreds of times over the past few years (unfortunately about 50/50 intentional and accidental), so you knew her butt well.
From the context clues around you, you could tell that Cassie had just finished dragging her suitcase upstairs into her old bedroom, which would now serve as the room both of you shared during your stay. Each ass tensed and flexed around you as your giantess fiancée bent down and rummaged around in her suitcase. You tried to wiggle and reform during all of this, but were simply too defeated to do so at the moment.
Cassie retrieved a loose blue t-shirt and matching comfy short shorts, and then proceeded out of her room and across the hall, into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, and wasted no time in stripping out of her sweaty clothes. Her mind was fully preoccupied with happy thoughts about wrestling around with Sophie and Maddie, her intelligent brain spinning with fun day trips to hang out with her family. Caught up in the moment, you were still far from her mind.
Letting her clothes fall in a heap by the bathroom door, Cassie slinked over to the shower, turned on the hot water, and stepped in. Letting the searing water run over her naked body, Cassie let out a huge, pleased sigh, and began lightly singing. Her melodic voice carried over the running water, and brought a huge smile to your crumpled and mangled face.
Still, her singing was hardly your primary focus. Bundled up in a heap, your flattened body was still stuck by sweat and pressure to the back of Cassie’s jean shorts. Going to work on reforming, you focused all of your mind and energy on peeling your squashed limbs free. It was slow going, but soon your arms and legs were free. With a great show of strength, you ripped your gummy-like chest from the jeans, and began blindly crawling to freedom.
Cassie had unceremoniously dumped her clothes on the tiled floor, so you were lost in a tangled mess of her dirty clothes. Scrambling frantically, you continuously punched at pockets or sleeves, unable to find a clear escape path. Your fiancée’s obviously upbeat singing contrasted sharply with the blind panic you were in.
Out of nowhere, you felt sharp pricks tear into your chest and legs, and you cried out in surprised pain. Some strange hooks, no doubt buttons or zippers on Cassie’s shorts, had torn into your own body in your frantic escape attempt. Wincing at the pain, you ripped free with a mighty tug, and finally tumbled out of the pile of discarded clothes, rolling out onto the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
It was at this moment that you realized what exactly those sharp buttons and zippers had done, along with your hasty yanking to safety. Gazing down at yourself, your cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment. You were now completely naked, your clothes having been torn right from your body. Looking over at Cassie’s dirty clothes pile, all you could see were her shorts, shirt, panties, bra, and socks. Your own comparatively tiny clothes were lost somewhere in there.
You briefly contemplated plunging back in to find your clothes, but disregarded the idea soon after. You didn’t want to risk getting lost in that surprisingly confusing mess of clothes again. You also heard Cassie’s singing die down, which implied she was moving onto conditioner her hair, which was often her last step in showering. She would be out soon.
You took a moment to take stock of the bathroom you were in, and noted the sheer size of it. A wide counter with two sinks took up an entire wall, no doubt attempting to accommodate for four girls in one house. Cassie was in a walk-in shower against the other wall, which closed behind a sliding glass door. A large cabinet of towels and toiletries lined the rest of the wall beside it. That last wall is where the toilet was, but there was also a sizable circular tub just for bathing. It looked like something out of a fancy hotel, and even seemed to have bubble jets.
The water in Cassie’s shower shut off a second later, and your heart skipped a beat. Not wanting to look as if you were being a pervert, or anything, you sprinted over to the sliding glass door to await Cassie’s exit. The fact that you were naked was incredibly embarrassing, and you hoped Cassie would be understanding. At least it was your fiancée, and not Sophie or Maddie…or heaven forbid, Kimberly.
The door slid back, and you opened your mouth to speak, but your words left you. Stupidly, your brain shut down right as the glistening figure of your bride-to-be materialized behind the foggy door. Her perfectly proportioned body towered over you, and you basked in her nude glory. A giantess like her was a goddess, and your heart melted with the love you felt for her…
…which was immediately replaced by fear, as you noted Cassie staring straight ahead and rubbing her eyes, which were closed. She had a pained look on her face, that soon matched your own as she took another step forward. Stumbling over yourself trying to form words again, you were helpless as Cassie’s foot kicked into you, knocking you backwards across the smooth tile. You flew away from her towards the toilet in the corner of the bathroom, sliding along the floor and impacting against the wall.
“Damn soap…” Cassie moaned, rubbing her eyes as she finished stepping out of the enclosed shower. “…got right in my eye…” She sighed, blindly reaching for a towel from the cabinet beside her. Finding one, she mercifully pressed the plush fabric against her eyes until the pain ceased. Moving on to drying her face and hair, Cassie peered around the bathroom. “What did I even kick? Felt weird…”
Sadly, Cassie was unable to see you, as you’d sailed into the corner by the toilet. Partly hidden in shadow, your face had squished against the wall, so you were currently struggling to peel it free, and couldn’t cry out to Cassie for help.
Unaware of your own struggles, Cassie methodically dried herself off, and then changed into her pajamas for the night, the loose tee and short shorts from earlier. She often slept naked, but while at home, she felt it’d be a bit weird. Plus, she knew how much her cutesy and revealing pajamas turned you on, especially since she didn’t have underwear on.
The brunette giantess hung her towel up to dry, and then sauntered back over to her dirty clothes. While approaching, she noticed a large wicker basket against the wall near the tub. It hadn’t been there since before leaving for college, so it’s appearance was new to her. It was tall, like a large trash can, and completely covered in finely woven wicker save for a circular opening up top. Cassie bent down to read a small sign hanging in front of it.
“Um…‘Dirty Lingerie’…oh! Mom must’ve put this out.” Cassie smiled and spoke aloud, still thinking she was alone in the bathroom. “I guess that makes sense, since we wash our underwear in a delicate cycle. Put it all in one place then!” Grabbing up her dirty clothes pile, Cassie picked out her bra and panties and dropped them into the basket.
She was just about to leave when a loud voice called out. “Cassie dear! Can you hear me?” Though faint, you and your fiancée could pick up the voice as Kimberly’s.
“Yeah mom!” Cassie called back, opening the bathroom door to hear better.
“The TV’s started acting up, so I can’t watch my movie.” Kimberly explained. “Do you think you could fill up the tub for me? I could go for a nice, long soak!”
Cassie grinned. “Sure thing, mom.”
“Thanks sweetie. I’ll be up in just a minute or two.” Kimberly shouted up from the first floor. Cassie turned back into the bathroom and approached the tub, cranking up the hot water and closing the drain so the tub could fill. She also popped the cap on a small bottle and sprinkled liquid into the tub that began growing into a swath of bubbles. Lastly, she clicked the bubble jets onto a low level of power.
Right at this moment you pulled your face free from the wall and stumbled to your feet. Whirling around, you caught one final brief glimpse of Cassie as she strolled out of the room, closing the door behind her. You sprinted across the slick tile, slipping and falling twice, and finally made it to the bathroom door. You jumped up pitifully, and came nowhere near close to reaching the door handle. Cassie had just locked you in the bathroom.
Retreating to the center of the room, you ran your hands through your hair. What were you going to do now? There was no way you could just let yourself be caught naked in the bathroom by Kimberly! She already had a low opinion of you and your stature and squishiness. How could you face that humiliation? You doubted she’d believe this was all one big accident.
Just then, you heard steps outside the door, and knew Kimberly had arrived for her bath. With seconds left, what do you do?
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March 28, 2025
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