Meeting Cecilia (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Leaving the pool, the woman sauntered over to the concession stand, her boobs bouncing rhythmically as she walked, and drawing quite a few eyes. Approaching the food vendor, the woman pointed at a sign advertising a cheap burger and drink combo, and a moment later, the employee working the stand handed the woman her food. After paying, the woman was about to turn and walk away when the concession stand employee spoke up.
“Um…ma’am.” The girl running the stand said, blushing lightly. “You…uh…you have something stuck between your…uh…” She coughed and blushed harder, and the woman titled her head in confusion. “…right there!” The employee blurted, pointing at the woman’s alluring chest.
The woman holding you glanced down tentatively, and gasped lightly as she finally spotted your tiny feet sticking out from between her mounds of heavenly flesh. Nodding thanks to the concession stand employee, the woman strolled over to an empty table, set down her food, sat in the chair, and then reached for your feet.
Grabbing your feet, the woman pulled gently on your body at first, and then a bit harder. Her tightly compressed and hugely sized breasts had done a number on you, and seemingly didn’t want to let you go. Finally, your squashed face popped free from the depths of heat and darkness it had been squashed into, and the woman was able to pull your whole body out.
Dangling you upside-down in front of her, the woman gasped softly at seeing what appeared to her as a doll-sized, squishy human who had been crammed into her cleavage. Frowning, she flicked at your body with the thumb of the hand that held you, while taking a bite from her burger with the other. Each flick poked into your stomach a bit painfully, so you fought to reform your head and talk to her before too much longer.
You got your wish, surprisingly, as a moment later your face popped back into normal. Wasting no time, you cried out. “Hey! Please stop! I’m a person, like you!”
The woman’s eyes grew huge, and her jaw dropped. You dropped too, as the woman relinquished her hold on you, and you slapped down onto the table. Groaning as you picked yourself back up, you found yourself finally able to fully visualize this woman who had accidentally thrown such a wrench into your day.
To say she was beautiful was maybe underselling it; the woman looked nothing short of a goddess. Her platinum-blonde hair was cut into a wavy bob that framed her alluring face, and bangs partially hid her right eye. Her skin was a milky pale, seemingly smooth and flawless all across her body. Her ice-blue eyes stared into your very soul, and a touch of waterproof makeup accentuated her eyes with mascara and her sensual, plush lips with red lipstick.
Admittedly, it was a bit hard to focus, as her head was up above you, and what was on eye level with your line of sight were her gargantuan breasts that you’d become familiar with already. They truly were huge, but they looked all-natural. They were perfectly sculpted globes, held in place by the woman’s tight designer bikini top. The top was the same icy blue as the woman’s eyes, and did just enough to cradle her boobs and cover the most sensitive areas while still leaving most of her tits exposed.
Glancing down through the tiny holes in the table’s surface, you could make out the woman’s lower half. You weren’t doing this to be a pervert, but to get a full handle on what you were up against, so to speak. The woman seemed similarly blessed all over her body, with a lean stomach, decently wide hips and a noticeable toned ass, and long, shapely legs. She was wearing icy blue, skirted bikini bottoms that showed off her butt and thighs wonderfully, though you quickly smacked those thoughts out of your mind. This woman was an angel, sure, but Cassie was still YOUR angel.
Staring back at the woman’s face, you waited for her to reply, and wondered if she was in shock or something. She’d done nothing but stare at you for the past three minutes. Her eyes flicked over your body energetically, like she was soaking up every little detail about you just as you did to her. Her mouth had quirked to the side, like she was thinking about something. Finally, she spoke, her luscious lips pulling back to reveal shining white teeth.
“Salut! Si je peux demander, qu'est-ce que vous êtes?” The woman inquired, her voice melodic and entrancing. Of course, as she was speaking French, all of it went directly over your head.
*****
The woman you’d found yourself so entangled with was Cecilia Bellamy, a twenty-four-year-old model born and raised in France. She’d spent her entire life there, and didn’t know a single word of English except for ‘hello’. This hadn’t been a problem until her modeling agency had wanted her to travel to America for more exposure and experience. Being unable to speak English had been a terrible nuisance, but Cecilia had mostly gotten by.
She’d just registered at a photo studio fifteen minutes out from the community you were in now, and they’d given her free rent of a small apartment just down the street. Cecilia had finished moving in the day prior, and was taking the day to relax at the local pool before going to work at the modeling studio in the morning. Keeping to herself and enjoying the pool hadn’t been hard, though she often craved social interaction that her English deficiency so often made impossible.
However, she’d been absolutely floored to find a one-foot tall squishy guy buried in her tits, and one who was so adorable at that. Caught up in the moment, she’d blurted out French without thinking, and knew from his facial expression that he didn’t speak the language. Still, he was so cute, and Cecilia was ecstatic to have found even one person to engage with…even if he had been quite ‘up close and personal’ with her. The thought made her blush a bit, as it had felt kinda good.
*****
While Cecilia was thinking all of this over, you had realized that the only way to communicate with this woman would be to speak slowly and use hand motions. Maybe then you could get through to her. Clearing your throat, you began.
“Okay…my name is Jake. Jake.” You said loudly, pointing to yourself. “JAKE!”
The woman frowned slightly, and then smiled brilliantly, her visage radiating. “Ah! Cecilia! CECILIA!” She said while pointing to herself, her accent heavy.
You jumped for joy at this first successful interaction, prompting a giggle from Cecilia. Thinking of what to say next, you noted the sight of Cassie and Sophie, way across the pool. The two of them were heading to the furthest reaches of the pool, checking amongst the multitude of sleeping and relaxing women on the grass. They were further away from you by the second.
Looking back to Cecilia, you pointed to yourself. “Jake…needs…Cassie!” You said slowly and with clear enunciation. When you said Cassie’s name, you pointed by Cecilia. However, in pointing, you didn’t realize at the moment just how much it looked like you were just pointing right at Cecilia herself, and not at your fiancée far behind her.
Cecilia, for her part, was trying desperately to understand what you were saying, and wondered why you were saying her name wrong while pointing at her. Or, were you pointing somewhere behind her? She recognized that you clearly wanted her help with something, but couldn’t grasp what. Admittedly, she was having a hard time focusing, as you were just so adorable. Why hadn’t she heard about America’s tiny doll men before today?
You waited for Cecilia to reply, watching multiple emotions flick over the giantess’ face, before finally Cecilia’s eyes lit up.
What happens next?
“Um…ma’am.” The girl running the stand said, blushing lightly. “You…uh…you have something stuck between your…uh…” She coughed and blushed harder, and the woman titled her head in confusion. “…right there!” The employee blurted, pointing at the woman’s alluring chest.
The woman holding you glanced down tentatively, and gasped lightly as she finally spotted your tiny feet sticking out from between her mounds of heavenly flesh. Nodding thanks to the concession stand employee, the woman strolled over to an empty table, set down her food, sat in the chair, and then reached for your feet.
Grabbing your feet, the woman pulled gently on your body at first, and then a bit harder. Her tightly compressed and hugely sized breasts had done a number on you, and seemingly didn’t want to let you go. Finally, your squashed face popped free from the depths of heat and darkness it had been squashed into, and the woman was able to pull your whole body out.
Dangling you upside-down in front of her, the woman gasped softly at seeing what appeared to her as a doll-sized, squishy human who had been crammed into her cleavage. Frowning, she flicked at your body with the thumb of the hand that held you, while taking a bite from her burger with the other. Each flick poked into your stomach a bit painfully, so you fought to reform your head and talk to her before too much longer.
You got your wish, surprisingly, as a moment later your face popped back into normal. Wasting no time, you cried out. “Hey! Please stop! I’m a person, like you!”
The woman’s eyes grew huge, and her jaw dropped. You dropped too, as the woman relinquished her hold on you, and you slapped down onto the table. Groaning as you picked yourself back up, you found yourself finally able to fully visualize this woman who had accidentally thrown such a wrench into your day.
To say she was beautiful was maybe underselling it; the woman looked nothing short of a goddess. Her platinum-blonde hair was cut into a wavy bob that framed her alluring face, and bangs partially hid her right eye. Her skin was a milky pale, seemingly smooth and flawless all across her body. Her ice-blue eyes stared into your very soul, and a touch of waterproof makeup accentuated her eyes with mascara and her sensual, plush lips with red lipstick.
Admittedly, it was a bit hard to focus, as her head was up above you, and what was on eye level with your line of sight were her gargantuan breasts that you’d become familiar with already. They truly were huge, but they looked all-natural. They were perfectly sculpted globes, held in place by the woman’s tight designer bikini top. The top was the same icy blue as the woman’s eyes, and did just enough to cradle her boobs and cover the most sensitive areas while still leaving most of her tits exposed.
Glancing down through the tiny holes in the table’s surface, you could make out the woman’s lower half. You weren’t doing this to be a pervert, but to get a full handle on what you were up against, so to speak. The woman seemed similarly blessed all over her body, with a lean stomach, decently wide hips and a noticeable toned ass, and long, shapely legs. She was wearing icy blue, skirted bikini bottoms that showed off her butt and thighs wonderfully, though you quickly smacked those thoughts out of your mind. This woman was an angel, sure, but Cassie was still YOUR angel.
Staring back at the woman’s face, you waited for her to reply, and wondered if she was in shock or something. She’d done nothing but stare at you for the past three minutes. Her eyes flicked over your body energetically, like she was soaking up every little detail about you just as you did to her. Her mouth had quirked to the side, like she was thinking about something. Finally, she spoke, her luscious lips pulling back to reveal shining white teeth.
“Salut! Si je peux demander, qu'est-ce que vous êtes?” The woman inquired, her voice melodic and entrancing. Of course, as she was speaking French, all of it went directly over your head.
*****
The woman you’d found yourself so entangled with was Cecilia Bellamy, a twenty-four-year-old model born and raised in France. She’d spent her entire life there, and didn’t know a single word of English except for ‘hello’. This hadn’t been a problem until her modeling agency had wanted her to travel to America for more exposure and experience. Being unable to speak English had been a terrible nuisance, but Cecilia had mostly gotten by.
She’d just registered at a photo studio fifteen minutes out from the community you were in now, and they’d given her free rent of a small apartment just down the street. Cecilia had finished moving in the day prior, and was taking the day to relax at the local pool before going to work at the modeling studio in the morning. Keeping to herself and enjoying the pool hadn’t been hard, though she often craved social interaction that her English deficiency so often made impossible.
However, she’d been absolutely floored to find a one-foot tall squishy guy buried in her tits, and one who was so adorable at that. Caught up in the moment, she’d blurted out French without thinking, and knew from his facial expression that he didn’t speak the language. Still, he was so cute, and Cecilia was ecstatic to have found even one person to engage with…even if he had been quite ‘up close and personal’ with her. The thought made her blush a bit, as it had felt kinda good.
*****
While Cecilia was thinking all of this over, you had realized that the only way to communicate with this woman would be to speak slowly and use hand motions. Maybe then you could get through to her. Clearing your throat, you began.
“Okay…my name is Jake. Jake.” You said loudly, pointing to yourself. “JAKE!”
The woman frowned slightly, and then smiled brilliantly, her visage radiating. “Ah! Cecilia! CECILIA!” She said while pointing to herself, her accent heavy.
You jumped for joy at this first successful interaction, prompting a giggle from Cecilia. Thinking of what to say next, you noted the sight of Cassie and Sophie, way across the pool. The two of them were heading to the furthest reaches of the pool, checking amongst the multitude of sleeping and relaxing women on the grass. They were further away from you by the second.
Looking back to Cecilia, you pointed to yourself. “Jake…needs…Cassie!” You said slowly and with clear enunciation. When you said Cassie’s name, you pointed by Cecilia. However, in pointing, you didn’t realize at the moment just how much it looked like you were just pointing right at Cecilia herself, and not at your fiancée far behind her.
Cecilia, for her part, was trying desperately to understand what you were saying, and wondered why you were saying her name wrong while pointing at her. Or, were you pointing somewhere behind her? She recognized that you clearly wanted her help with something, but couldn’t grasp what. Admittedly, she was having a hard time focusing, as you were just so adorable. Why hadn’t she heard about America’s tiny doll men before today?
You waited for Cecilia to reply, watching multiple emotions flick over the giantess’ face, before finally Cecilia’s eyes lit up.
What happens next?
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