The Loofah Life
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Lying on the ledge right beside the titanic form of your fiancée’s mom, you hesitated. She was currently lying back in the tub, smiling at the hot temperatures and relaxing bubbles. With her mask and cucumbers, you’d been spared being immediately recognized, but it didn’t make your current situation any less precarious. Was it really in your best interest to reform now?
Too late, as Kimberly slapped her hand back onto you a minute later, scooping you up in her palm. The massive brown-haired woman, still keeping her head back and expression peaceful, dunked your body under the hot water for a moment, before lifting you back up. She then used her other hand to grab the nearby tub of body wash, and she poured a generous helping onto you.
The liquidy body wash stung your eyes so bad you cried out, thankfully still silent as your mouth was mashed flat. The body wash soaked your skin thoroughly, the sticky liquid adhering to you, which was unfortunately exactly how a real loofah would act. Realizing now how horribly unlucky you had truly been, you could only weakly brace yourself as Kimberly got to work.
Sliding up a bit out of the water and exposing her gargantuan breasts, Kimberly slammed your squishy body into her left breast. You pressed firmly into her unbelievable soft and jiggly tit, her hot flesh nearly enveloping around you. Slowly but methodically, Kimberly rubbed you across her boob in circles, using you to massage and coat her entire smooth skin in body wash. You were dragged across her pillowy flesh, her nipple dragging across your face multiple times.
It was almost to your benefit how smushed Kimberly’s constant smearing and rubbing was making you, as you would no doubt have given yourself away by now due to a certain…common male reaction in sensual situations. You were far from attracted to your fiancée’s mom, that’d be weird, but being dragged across her perfect tits was simply forcing a biological reaction. You couldn’t control it, just like you had no control over what Kimberly was currently doing to you.
Moving to her right breast, Kimberly repeated the process of massaging her boob with your body. Her hand guided you up, down, and all around her gigantic globe, squishing your body into her own intimately. After that, she slipped you down between her massive mammaries, using what she still believed to be a simple loofah to clean and caress in her cleavage.
Softly moaning, Kimberly smiled dreamily. “Goodness…” She murmured. “Don’t remember it feeling this good…” She lowered her hand holding you, and moved to scrubbing her stomach. You were taken on a full tour of her stomach, sides, and hips, then onto her back and shoulders. She ran you up and down her arms, and began to lazily hum a little tune, her voice distorting whenever she shoved you back under the water.
Reapplying the body wash to your battered body, Kimberly moved onto her legs. She squeezed your squishy form in between her toes, removing small bits of built-up dirt and grime, and scrapped your face across her soles. Wrapping you around her leg, she carried your loofah-shaped body up her left leg and then her right, cleansing every bit of her skin. You were forced to embrace her thighs as she scrubbed away, heedless to the humiliating and intimate position she had her daughter’s tiny fiancé in.
Finally, Kimberly flipped over onto her stomach, resting her head on the edge of the bath and presenting her phenomenal derriere to you. You winced, but could do nothing as Kimberly slapped you into her meaty left cheek, her flesh wiggling in slow motion under the water from the impact. As dutiful as always, your future mother-in-law scrubbed you in methodical circles across both of her silky-smooth cheeks.
Just when you thought things were going to come to an end, Kimberly took it one step further and moved you into her ass. Your flattened mouth let out a mute cry of terror as the brown-haired giantess shoved you into her ass crack, and began wiping up and down. Your face was forced to slid along the inside of her cheeks, whiffs of earth stench still entering your flattened nostrils over the pleasant body wash smell. You abandoned all pretense of hiding your identity and tried to squirm out of Kimberly’s grasp, but it was no use. You were too far mashed to move now.
It didn’t last long, but as Kimberly finally pulled you up out of the water and set you down on the tub’s edge, the damage had been done. Never in your life would you have wanted to get intimate with your fiancée’s mother, and you’d just been given the full tour. On your first day at the house, no less! At lot of crazy things had happened to you in your life, but you had never experienced being used as a loofah and scrubbing a naked woman’s body in the tub!
Your beaten and exhausted form hardly twitched over the next thirty minutes. You tried to reform, but made absolutely no progress due to the intense and lengthy usage you’d endured from Kimberly. You could only lie there on the edge of the tub as the unaware woman deeply washed and conditioned her hair, and then finally climbed out of the tub.
Stepping out and onto a towel, the curvaceous giantess peeled off her face mask and cucumbers, dropping both into the trash can. She then dried herself off for a few minutes, and then wrapped a towel around her big breasts, another around her sizable booty, and one to dry her hair. She returned to the edge of the tub, knelt down, and picked you up, holding you in her hands as she looked down at you.
You gazed weakly up at her, expecting your cover to be blown. Instead, Kimberly said something completely different. “Hm. Perhaps I’ve just never taken a bubble bath with this loofah, but it was divine today! I’ve never felt so soothed and massaged by such a simple little bathing cloth!” Kimberly seemed to be looking right at you, but simply chuckled and walked over to the sink.
As she drew near the sink, you finally caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and just about fainted. Through such lengthy time being forced to rub and scrub all over Kimberly’s flesh, or maybe because of the body wash somehow, your human features had been nearly smeared away! Your eyes were faintly visible (which is why you could still see), but the rest of you was totally an even tan color, just like a plain old cloth. You looked nearly exactly like her real loofah!
This renewed your spirit, and prompted you to begin fighting to reform again, but a second later, Kimberly dunked you in the freezing cold water of the sink. Dripping some soap onto your body, she lathered you up and cleansed you from the dirt you’d accumulated. Squeezing over and over, her hands roughly smudged your flattened form, clenching to drain the water off of you. Attempts to reform were ruined immediately, and you became even more mashed than earlier.
Satisfied she’d cleaned her new favorite loofah, Kimberly walked once more over to the tub. She laid you out flat, and then folded your roughly rectangular body over itself twice, forming a small square shape. Thankfully, your face was the one part facing up, but your barely noticeable eyes once more passed Kimberly’s glance as she dropped her heavy bottle of conditioner on top of you, crushing you down.
“There! That’ll keep you from falling into the tub again.” Kimberly announced, proud of her tiny little DIY idea. Your folded-up body fit nicely under the bottle. Standing, she strolled happily out of the bathroom, mummering something quiet under her breath. “Really should let the girls try that loofah out sometime…”
Your vision had been blocked by the bottle sitting on top of you, light vanishing into darkness. The bottle was surprisingly heavy, especially at your small size, and as you tentatively tried to wiggle a bit, you found it impossible. Folded up into a small square and trapped under the bottle, you were fully unable to move or even reform with this much pressure on you. Only a little bit of your body even poked out from under the sides of the bottle.
Still, as muffled as sound was under the bottle, you heard the sound of someone rushing into the bathroom seconds after Kimberly left. You couldn’t tell from your vantage point, but it was Cassie, who had managed to piece together the events of the past hour, and realized that you’d ended up in the bathroom during Kimberly’s bath. Praying that you had managed to avoid being seen and punished, Cassie started methodically scanning for signs of you.
Your fiancée dutifully scoured every corner of the bathroom, but obviously to no avail. Her gaze swept over the edge of the tub twice, but not once did she take note of your tiny tan form poking out from under the conditioner bottle. She was beginning to get desperate, and ran her hands through her hair. She knew you had to be in here, unless you’d wound up somehow squished and stuck to her mom. She didn’t even want to entertain that thought.
Giving the room a third pass, she finally spotted you. Frowning, she knelt down and lifted the conditioner. Leaning over you, she peered intently. Your heart leapt for joy, but dimmed as you noted Cassie’s confused look. Surely your own fiancée could see your faintly visible eyes, right?
A loud knock from outside caused Cassie to jump. “Hey, Cass! When you finish, I really need a bath.” Maddie’s telltale voice called. “Super gross and sweaty after playing some soccer in the backyard.”
Cassie looked over her shoulder and stood. “Sure thing, Maddie!” She turned to leave, but paused and looked at you again. From her perspective, you were just her mom’s normal old loofah. You looked and felt exactly like the same squishy tan cloth her mom always used. But then why was something still bothering her? She was overthinking this, surely.
Right?
Too late, as Kimberly slapped her hand back onto you a minute later, scooping you up in her palm. The massive brown-haired woman, still keeping her head back and expression peaceful, dunked your body under the hot water for a moment, before lifting you back up. She then used her other hand to grab the nearby tub of body wash, and she poured a generous helping onto you.
The liquidy body wash stung your eyes so bad you cried out, thankfully still silent as your mouth was mashed flat. The body wash soaked your skin thoroughly, the sticky liquid adhering to you, which was unfortunately exactly how a real loofah would act. Realizing now how horribly unlucky you had truly been, you could only weakly brace yourself as Kimberly got to work.
Sliding up a bit out of the water and exposing her gargantuan breasts, Kimberly slammed your squishy body into her left breast. You pressed firmly into her unbelievable soft and jiggly tit, her hot flesh nearly enveloping around you. Slowly but methodically, Kimberly rubbed you across her boob in circles, using you to massage and coat her entire smooth skin in body wash. You were dragged across her pillowy flesh, her nipple dragging across your face multiple times.
It was almost to your benefit how smushed Kimberly’s constant smearing and rubbing was making you, as you would no doubt have given yourself away by now due to a certain…common male reaction in sensual situations. You were far from attracted to your fiancée’s mom, that’d be weird, but being dragged across her perfect tits was simply forcing a biological reaction. You couldn’t control it, just like you had no control over what Kimberly was currently doing to you.
Moving to her right breast, Kimberly repeated the process of massaging her boob with your body. Her hand guided you up, down, and all around her gigantic globe, squishing your body into her own intimately. After that, she slipped you down between her massive mammaries, using what she still believed to be a simple loofah to clean and caress in her cleavage.
Softly moaning, Kimberly smiled dreamily. “Goodness…” She murmured. “Don’t remember it feeling this good…” She lowered her hand holding you, and moved to scrubbing her stomach. You were taken on a full tour of her stomach, sides, and hips, then onto her back and shoulders. She ran you up and down her arms, and began to lazily hum a little tune, her voice distorting whenever she shoved you back under the water.
Reapplying the body wash to your battered body, Kimberly moved onto her legs. She squeezed your squishy form in between her toes, removing small bits of built-up dirt and grime, and scrapped your face across her soles. Wrapping you around her leg, she carried your loofah-shaped body up her left leg and then her right, cleansing every bit of her skin. You were forced to embrace her thighs as she scrubbed away, heedless to the humiliating and intimate position she had her daughter’s tiny fiancé in.
Finally, Kimberly flipped over onto her stomach, resting her head on the edge of the bath and presenting her phenomenal derriere to you. You winced, but could do nothing as Kimberly slapped you into her meaty left cheek, her flesh wiggling in slow motion under the water from the impact. As dutiful as always, your future mother-in-law scrubbed you in methodical circles across both of her silky-smooth cheeks.
Just when you thought things were going to come to an end, Kimberly took it one step further and moved you into her ass. Your flattened mouth let out a mute cry of terror as the brown-haired giantess shoved you into her ass crack, and began wiping up and down. Your face was forced to slid along the inside of her cheeks, whiffs of earth stench still entering your flattened nostrils over the pleasant body wash smell. You abandoned all pretense of hiding your identity and tried to squirm out of Kimberly’s grasp, but it was no use. You were too far mashed to move now.
It didn’t last long, but as Kimberly finally pulled you up out of the water and set you down on the tub’s edge, the damage had been done. Never in your life would you have wanted to get intimate with your fiancée’s mother, and you’d just been given the full tour. On your first day at the house, no less! At lot of crazy things had happened to you in your life, but you had never experienced being used as a loofah and scrubbing a naked woman’s body in the tub!
Your beaten and exhausted form hardly twitched over the next thirty minutes. You tried to reform, but made absolutely no progress due to the intense and lengthy usage you’d endured from Kimberly. You could only lie there on the edge of the tub as the unaware woman deeply washed and conditioned her hair, and then finally climbed out of the tub.
Stepping out and onto a towel, the curvaceous giantess peeled off her face mask and cucumbers, dropping both into the trash can. She then dried herself off for a few minutes, and then wrapped a towel around her big breasts, another around her sizable booty, and one to dry her hair. She returned to the edge of the tub, knelt down, and picked you up, holding you in her hands as she looked down at you.
You gazed weakly up at her, expecting your cover to be blown. Instead, Kimberly said something completely different. “Hm. Perhaps I’ve just never taken a bubble bath with this loofah, but it was divine today! I’ve never felt so soothed and massaged by such a simple little bathing cloth!” Kimberly seemed to be looking right at you, but simply chuckled and walked over to the sink.
As she drew near the sink, you finally caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and just about fainted. Through such lengthy time being forced to rub and scrub all over Kimberly’s flesh, or maybe because of the body wash somehow, your human features had been nearly smeared away! Your eyes were faintly visible (which is why you could still see), but the rest of you was totally an even tan color, just like a plain old cloth. You looked nearly exactly like her real loofah!
This renewed your spirit, and prompted you to begin fighting to reform again, but a second later, Kimberly dunked you in the freezing cold water of the sink. Dripping some soap onto your body, she lathered you up and cleansed you from the dirt you’d accumulated. Squeezing over and over, her hands roughly smudged your flattened form, clenching to drain the water off of you. Attempts to reform were ruined immediately, and you became even more mashed than earlier.
Satisfied she’d cleaned her new favorite loofah, Kimberly walked once more over to the tub. She laid you out flat, and then folded your roughly rectangular body over itself twice, forming a small square shape. Thankfully, your face was the one part facing up, but your barely noticeable eyes once more passed Kimberly’s glance as she dropped her heavy bottle of conditioner on top of you, crushing you down.
“There! That’ll keep you from falling into the tub again.” Kimberly announced, proud of her tiny little DIY idea. Your folded-up body fit nicely under the bottle. Standing, she strolled happily out of the bathroom, mummering something quiet under her breath. “Really should let the girls try that loofah out sometime…”
Your vision had been blocked by the bottle sitting on top of you, light vanishing into darkness. The bottle was surprisingly heavy, especially at your small size, and as you tentatively tried to wiggle a bit, you found it impossible. Folded up into a small square and trapped under the bottle, you were fully unable to move or even reform with this much pressure on you. Only a little bit of your body even poked out from under the sides of the bottle.
Still, as muffled as sound was under the bottle, you heard the sound of someone rushing into the bathroom seconds after Kimberly left. You couldn’t tell from your vantage point, but it was Cassie, who had managed to piece together the events of the past hour, and realized that you’d ended up in the bathroom during Kimberly’s bath. Praying that you had managed to avoid being seen and punished, Cassie started methodically scanning for signs of you.
Your fiancée dutifully scoured every corner of the bathroom, but obviously to no avail. Her gaze swept over the edge of the tub twice, but not once did she take note of your tiny tan form poking out from under the conditioner bottle. She was beginning to get desperate, and ran her hands through her hair. She knew you had to be in here, unless you’d wound up somehow squished and stuck to her mom. She didn’t even want to entertain that thought.
Giving the room a third pass, she finally spotted you. Frowning, she knelt down and lifted the conditioner. Leaning over you, she peered intently. Your heart leapt for joy, but dimmed as you noted Cassie’s confused look. Surely your own fiancée could see your faintly visible eyes, right?
A loud knock from outside caused Cassie to jump. “Hey, Cass! When you finish, I really need a bath.” Maddie’s telltale voice called. “Super gross and sweaty after playing some soccer in the backyard.”
Cassie looked over her shoulder and stood. “Sure thing, Maddie!” She turned to leave, but paused and looked at you again. From her perspective, you were just her mom’s normal old loofah. You looked and felt exactly like the same squishy tan cloth her mom always used. But then why was something still bothering her? She was overthinking this, surely.
Right?
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