Baked in the Sun
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Shrugging, Kimberly tucked the bikini bottoms you were engrained to under her arm and closed the dryer. After setting the dryer cycle to run, she sauntered out of the room, carrying you with her. Passing through the kitchen, she slinked out into the back yard and approached the clothesline strung up beside the pool, perfectly catching the Sun’s rays at all hours of the day.
Taking two spare clothes pins, she hung the bottoms up on the line, pinching the sides of the bottoms to hold it in place. Unfortunately, this meant that the pins squeezed down on the top of your crushed body, succeeding in both keeping the bottoms stable on the line and holding you in place, further ruining your hopes of reforming any time soon.
Satisfied with her job, Kimberly smiled and turned on her heel, walking right back inside the house. This left you all alone, with nothing to do but hang on the line and blow gently in the breeze. Not only did you yourself blend in quite well with the tan bikini bottoms, but the bottoms also fit right in on the clothesline besides other similarly colored bikini tops and bottoms. How was it that your situation just kept getting worse and worse?
When Cassie and Sophie emerged from the kitchen and out into the yard an hour later, you barely took notice of them. You only vaguely heard them giggling as they leapt into the pool and proceeded to race laps and splash each other incessantly. Your fiancée’s melodic voice did little to raise your spirits, especially seeing how much fun she was having. Why wasn’t she looking for you instead?
Truthfully, you had yet to reenter Cassie’s mind since hours ago when she playfully sat on you in the living room before being attacked by her sisters. With the excitement of being home and spending quality time with her family members, you’d slipped her mind completely, and if Sophie and Maddie kept up the games and laughter for too much longer, it could be a day or more before your safety crept back into her consciousness.
And so, you were left to rot away on the clothesline for the rest of the day, the hot sun searing you on the cloudless day that it was. Your entire body was sweating, and you felt your naked skin cry out as it burned. Still, your mute pleas for help were met with another childish squeal from Sophie and a hearty laugh from Cassie. The girls had exited the pool, but your fiancée had mischievously bumped her younger sister with her butt, sending her giggling back into the water.
The two giantesses dried off and walked back inside as the afternoon rolled over into evening, soon succeeded by dusk. Not that you could tell with your face rammed firmly into the fabric of the bottoms, but night fell, casting the backyard in darkness. The hours ticked by in near total silence, and you hung listlessly on the line, the clothes pins digging into your head like a ceaseless migraine.
Eventually, you slipped into a restless and uncomfortable sleep, awaking sometime around eight o’clock the next morning. You heard the sound of a mature voice humming, and deduced it to be Kimberly. Feeling the clothesline shaking and jostling a bit, you inferred she was plucking the now dried swimwear free, planning to carry it back inside.
Sure enough, you felt her warm hands grip you a moment later, sliding the clothes pins off and dropping you into a basket by her feet. She still said nothing to you, adding to your recognition of how truly hard you were to spot on the identically toned tan bottoms. A few more bottoms and tops fell onto your body before Kimberly finished, and the titanic woman picked up the basket and shuffled back inside, still humming.
Kimberly dropped off the skimpy rainbow bikini in Sophie’s room, and the supportive black swimwear in Maddie’s, and managed to secretly sneak a barely-there thong into her own bedroom, glad her daughters didn’t catch the act. The tan bottoms you were nearly fused to were revealed once more, and Kimberly was reminded of the dilemma from the previous day. Who exactly did they belong to?
“Morning mom!” A bright and cheery voice called from behind Kimberly, and soon Cassie had wrapped her arms around her mother as she kissed her cheek. “Putting the dried swimsuits away?”
“Yes dear, but I don’t know who owns these tan bottoms.” Kimberly admitted, smiling at her daughter. “I feel like they’d fit all four of us.”
Cassie leaned closer to the basket, and her eyes lit up. “Ah! Those are mine, actually. Well, Sophie technically wore them a day or two ago, but she said they’d fit me better, so I could try them out.”
Kimberly rolled her eyes jokingly. “Oh, now it makes sense. No wonder these little things ended up in the lingerie basket. Sophie probably tossed them in without thinking.”
Cassie grinned. “You’re probably right, knowing her.” Still looking at her mom, she reached into the basket and picked the bottoms up, her hand clenching around your body. At the smooth and instantly recognizable feeling of your fiancée, your heart leapt skyward with hope, as this change in fate at least put you one step closer to being found.
Kimberly cocked her head to the side. “While we’re talking, did I hear something about you going somewhere with Sophie today?”
Cassie’s brilliant eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah, the local pool! It’s not too special, really, but it’s a whole lot bigger than our house pool, and they’ve got a few waterslides there!” Your fiancée had to catch her breath, occasionally prone to fast rambling when she was excited. “Sophie and I will be there all day, tanning for a bit and swimming for the rest.” She rubbed her thumb across your back absentmindedly. “I’ll be looking forward to trying out these bottoms!”
Kimberly rubbed her daughter’s head affectionately. “Sounds like a great day. I hope you have fun.” Cassie flashed her mom a thumbs up and took off back to her room. Right as she turned into her room, Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Ah! Cassie, what about your little squishy–”
But it was too late, and Cassie had already closed her door without hearing a word. Kimberly was taken aback for a minute, having nearly forgotten all about Cassie’s odd little fiancé. She hardly remembered your name. Jack? Jason? More pressing, it seemed as if Cassie had forgotten about you too, as she hadn’t mentioned you at all in the past sixteen hours or so, and Kimberly hadn’t seen you for that whole time either.
The matriarch of the Smalls family was about to knock on her daughter’s door and inquire about you, when she stopped herself. She took a minute to think. Truly, what did your fate matter to her? She hadn’t been too impressed by you doing the first meeting, underwhelmed in your stature and defenselessness. Perhaps Cassie could do with time away from you. Also, for all Kimberly knew, Cassie was totally aware of wherever you were, and content with you keeping to yourself.
Reaching a decision, Kimberly walked away from the door, assured that Cassie knew what she was doing. And, if her daughter really had forgotten about her small squashable fiancé, and you were genuinely lost, Kimberly was just fine with that.
Back inside Cassie’s room, your fiancée slipped out of the simple panties and bra she’d worn to bed. Prone to sleeping nude, Cassie had been so exhausted from the previous day she hadn’t even stripped down. Naked now, the beautiful giantess slid her big breasts into the cups of a stylish tan bikini top, tying the strings around her back. She then dropped the bikini bottoms you were baked onto to the floor and stepped in the holes.
Sliding the bottoms up her long, smooth legs, you felt your body contract and stretch bit by bit as the bottoms passed Cassie’s supple thighs and reached her hefty rear. Bracing yourself as best you could, you just barely heard the muffled grunt Cassie made as she pulled the bikini bottoms out, up, and around her jiggly rump. Letting the elastic fabric snap into place, the bottoms clapped her cheeks tightly.
The bottoms were a tight but alluringly eye-catching fit, perfectly hugging your fiancée’s enviable curvature. They covered just enough of her ass to be called modest, but left enough bare to turn heads for miles. Even the relatively humble Cassie admired her scrumptious booty in the mirror, running her hands along her butt and across your body. Of course, she felt nothing due to hoe flattened and ironed into the fabric you were, but the unexpected still occurred.
“Uh…what?” Cassie said flatly. "That's weird." Smack in the center of her booty was a misshapen blob that was distinctly light red in color, contrasting with the normal tan of the bottoms. This was, in fact, due to your own body, which was stretched awkwardly around your fiancée’s bubble butt. After hours of baking in the burning sun without protection yesterday, your skin had burned light red, which now offset the tan and stood out enough to be noticed.
You didn’t really have a way of knowing this currently, with your head still tightly squeezed into the bottoms and about to wedgie into Cassie’s butt crack. And, as Cassie merely shrugged at the odd discoloration and proceeded to slip on her flip flops and head out of her room, you were convinced that you’d truly been doomed to this existence now. The love of your life had failed to notice you, and as her powerful glutes shook you up and down and started to chew at your face, you resigned yourself to the humiliation and torment to come.
At the front door, Sophie was already waiting, and she smiled eagerly at Cassie. Holding the door open for her older sister, Sophie let Cassie through and couldn’t help admiring her sister’s great ass, wondering if she could sneak a pic later and post it online. While doing this, though, she glimpsed your misshapen red form, and frowned. Since when was that red mark on her former tan bikini bottoms?
Taking two spare clothes pins, she hung the bottoms up on the line, pinching the sides of the bottoms to hold it in place. Unfortunately, this meant that the pins squeezed down on the top of your crushed body, succeeding in both keeping the bottoms stable on the line and holding you in place, further ruining your hopes of reforming any time soon.
Satisfied with her job, Kimberly smiled and turned on her heel, walking right back inside the house. This left you all alone, with nothing to do but hang on the line and blow gently in the breeze. Not only did you yourself blend in quite well with the tan bikini bottoms, but the bottoms also fit right in on the clothesline besides other similarly colored bikini tops and bottoms. How was it that your situation just kept getting worse and worse?
When Cassie and Sophie emerged from the kitchen and out into the yard an hour later, you barely took notice of them. You only vaguely heard them giggling as they leapt into the pool and proceeded to race laps and splash each other incessantly. Your fiancée’s melodic voice did little to raise your spirits, especially seeing how much fun she was having. Why wasn’t she looking for you instead?
Truthfully, you had yet to reenter Cassie’s mind since hours ago when she playfully sat on you in the living room before being attacked by her sisters. With the excitement of being home and spending quality time with her family members, you’d slipped her mind completely, and if Sophie and Maddie kept up the games and laughter for too much longer, it could be a day or more before your safety crept back into her consciousness.
And so, you were left to rot away on the clothesline for the rest of the day, the hot sun searing you on the cloudless day that it was. Your entire body was sweating, and you felt your naked skin cry out as it burned. Still, your mute pleas for help were met with another childish squeal from Sophie and a hearty laugh from Cassie. The girls had exited the pool, but your fiancée had mischievously bumped her younger sister with her butt, sending her giggling back into the water.
The two giantesses dried off and walked back inside as the afternoon rolled over into evening, soon succeeded by dusk. Not that you could tell with your face rammed firmly into the fabric of the bottoms, but night fell, casting the backyard in darkness. The hours ticked by in near total silence, and you hung listlessly on the line, the clothes pins digging into your head like a ceaseless migraine.
Eventually, you slipped into a restless and uncomfortable sleep, awaking sometime around eight o’clock the next morning. You heard the sound of a mature voice humming, and deduced it to be Kimberly. Feeling the clothesline shaking and jostling a bit, you inferred she was plucking the now dried swimwear free, planning to carry it back inside.
Sure enough, you felt her warm hands grip you a moment later, sliding the clothes pins off and dropping you into a basket by her feet. She still said nothing to you, adding to your recognition of how truly hard you were to spot on the identically toned tan bottoms. A few more bottoms and tops fell onto your body before Kimberly finished, and the titanic woman picked up the basket and shuffled back inside, still humming.
Kimberly dropped off the skimpy rainbow bikini in Sophie’s room, and the supportive black swimwear in Maddie’s, and managed to secretly sneak a barely-there thong into her own bedroom, glad her daughters didn’t catch the act. The tan bottoms you were nearly fused to were revealed once more, and Kimberly was reminded of the dilemma from the previous day. Who exactly did they belong to?
“Morning mom!” A bright and cheery voice called from behind Kimberly, and soon Cassie had wrapped her arms around her mother as she kissed her cheek. “Putting the dried swimsuits away?”
“Yes dear, but I don’t know who owns these tan bottoms.” Kimberly admitted, smiling at her daughter. “I feel like they’d fit all four of us.”
Cassie leaned closer to the basket, and her eyes lit up. “Ah! Those are mine, actually. Well, Sophie technically wore them a day or two ago, but she said they’d fit me better, so I could try them out.”
Kimberly rolled her eyes jokingly. “Oh, now it makes sense. No wonder these little things ended up in the lingerie basket. Sophie probably tossed them in without thinking.”
Cassie grinned. “You’re probably right, knowing her.” Still looking at her mom, she reached into the basket and picked the bottoms up, her hand clenching around your body. At the smooth and instantly recognizable feeling of your fiancée, your heart leapt skyward with hope, as this change in fate at least put you one step closer to being found.
Kimberly cocked her head to the side. “While we’re talking, did I hear something about you going somewhere with Sophie today?”
Cassie’s brilliant eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah, the local pool! It’s not too special, really, but it’s a whole lot bigger than our house pool, and they’ve got a few waterslides there!” Your fiancée had to catch her breath, occasionally prone to fast rambling when she was excited. “Sophie and I will be there all day, tanning for a bit and swimming for the rest.” She rubbed her thumb across your back absentmindedly. “I’ll be looking forward to trying out these bottoms!”
Kimberly rubbed her daughter’s head affectionately. “Sounds like a great day. I hope you have fun.” Cassie flashed her mom a thumbs up and took off back to her room. Right as she turned into her room, Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Ah! Cassie, what about your little squishy–”
But it was too late, and Cassie had already closed her door without hearing a word. Kimberly was taken aback for a minute, having nearly forgotten all about Cassie’s odd little fiancé. She hardly remembered your name. Jack? Jason? More pressing, it seemed as if Cassie had forgotten about you too, as she hadn’t mentioned you at all in the past sixteen hours or so, and Kimberly hadn’t seen you for that whole time either.
The matriarch of the Smalls family was about to knock on her daughter’s door and inquire about you, when she stopped herself. She took a minute to think. Truly, what did your fate matter to her? She hadn’t been too impressed by you doing the first meeting, underwhelmed in your stature and defenselessness. Perhaps Cassie could do with time away from you. Also, for all Kimberly knew, Cassie was totally aware of wherever you were, and content with you keeping to yourself.
Reaching a decision, Kimberly walked away from the door, assured that Cassie knew what she was doing. And, if her daughter really had forgotten about her small squashable fiancé, and you were genuinely lost, Kimberly was just fine with that.
Back inside Cassie’s room, your fiancée slipped out of the simple panties and bra she’d worn to bed. Prone to sleeping nude, Cassie had been so exhausted from the previous day she hadn’t even stripped down. Naked now, the beautiful giantess slid her big breasts into the cups of a stylish tan bikini top, tying the strings around her back. She then dropped the bikini bottoms you were baked onto to the floor and stepped in the holes.
Sliding the bottoms up her long, smooth legs, you felt your body contract and stretch bit by bit as the bottoms passed Cassie’s supple thighs and reached her hefty rear. Bracing yourself as best you could, you just barely heard the muffled grunt Cassie made as she pulled the bikini bottoms out, up, and around her jiggly rump. Letting the elastic fabric snap into place, the bottoms clapped her cheeks tightly.
The bottoms were a tight but alluringly eye-catching fit, perfectly hugging your fiancée’s enviable curvature. They covered just enough of her ass to be called modest, but left enough bare to turn heads for miles. Even the relatively humble Cassie admired her scrumptious booty in the mirror, running her hands along her butt and across your body. Of course, she felt nothing due to hoe flattened and ironed into the fabric you were, but the unexpected still occurred.
“Uh…what?” Cassie said flatly. "That's weird." Smack in the center of her booty was a misshapen blob that was distinctly light red in color, contrasting with the normal tan of the bottoms. This was, in fact, due to your own body, which was stretched awkwardly around your fiancée’s bubble butt. After hours of baking in the burning sun without protection yesterday, your skin had burned light red, which now offset the tan and stood out enough to be noticed.
You didn’t really have a way of knowing this currently, with your head still tightly squeezed into the bottoms and about to wedgie into Cassie’s butt crack. And, as Cassie merely shrugged at the odd discoloration and proceeded to slip on her flip flops and head out of her room, you were convinced that you’d truly been doomed to this existence now. The love of your life had failed to notice you, and as her powerful glutes shook you up and down and started to chew at your face, you resigned yourself to the humiliation and torment to come.
At the front door, Sophie was already waiting, and she smiled eagerly at Cassie. Holding the door open for her older sister, Sophie let Cassie through and couldn’t help admiring her sister’s great ass, wondering if she could sneak a pic later and post it online. While doing this, though, she glimpsed your misshapen red form, and frowned. Since when was that red mark on her former tan bikini bottoms?
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March 28, 2025
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