Cinema and Squishing
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
With Cassie out of the room it was back to only you and Kimberly, who at this moment was completely in charge of possibly the fate of the rest of your life. She turned her head over her shoulder and hooked a finger underneath the waistband of the backside of her panties, just barely catching a glimpse of your body already smashed flat into her crack. You could tell by the tone of her voice that she felt a mixture of contempt for you for making her daughter cry, but also some form of amusement at the utter control she had over your entire body with just a flex of her ass cheeks.
"Jake, I'm going to give it to you straight. I was on the fence about you before but after finding you digging through our lingerie like some little creep I really do not like you. And from the sound of it, Cassie doesn't like you much right now either. With hope she won't change her mind and come back around to wanting you as her boyfriend again. But there's a silver lining!" You felt the slightest bit of joy in the middle of Kimberly's soul-crushing speech from this sentence, only to have it immediately dashed as she continued, "But my ass seems to like you quite a bit!" Kimberly emphasized her statement by fiercely clenching her cheeks together once more before relaxing and looking down on your further flattened form. "You seemed so eager to get up close and personal with our undergarments mere minutes ago and now you get to be with them for 4 months straight at least!"
You were flabbergasted and terrified at how haywire meeting Cassie's family had gone in just one day. In the span of hours you had gone from potential husband to permanent ass tattoo for the matriarch of the family. You prayed that you would get the chance to make your case and explain this whole misunderstanding, but Kimberly was an intelligent woman clearly, and it wasn't likely that she would even give you the chance.
"Now, that doesn't mean you get to just relax back there. My backside tends to get quite sweaty over the course of the day, and I'm counting on you to absorb some of that sweat with your body's strange, squishy, abilities. If you can do that maybe I'll consider going easy on you every once in a while, but if you can't then I promise you that your life will be a living nightmare until Cassie forces me to let you out or better even, forgets about you entirely."
In your current state you were incapable of responding, but you knew that even if you could Kimberly wouldn't listen to a word you said anyway. Without another word she let her underwear snap back into place and walked towards her bedroom to slide on a pair of tight leggings to lounge around the house in. The elastic material immediately compressed her mountainous cheeks together and doubled the pressure on your body as you could only mentally cry out of helplessness. Throwing on a shirt as well, Kimberly then proceeded out of her room back down to the tv room where her beloved recliner laid. It was nearly twenty years old with daily use from the large, curvaceous woman, and it showed. The brown leather had been permanently stained a shade darker in the shape of two large globes right on the cushion. To some they would consider such signs of wear and tear a reason to simply buy a new chair, but to Kimberly they were perfect. Her ass had beaten the chair into submission, it conformed over years to her exact curvature and was now the epitome of comfort. As Kimberly hovered her ass over the chair she imagined you succumbing to the same fate as this piece of furniture and smiled from ear to ear. Imagining you, beaten down and bullied by just her rear end until you were permanently and perfectly shaped to support it. The mere thought made brought joy to the next few months she would get torturing you. It was just an added bonus that she was avenging her beloved daughter's feelings as well.
Kimberly finally grabbed the tv remote from a nearby end table and dropped her ass into a free fall onto the cushion beneath her. With an audible smack that practically echoed throughout the house she plopped her massive form onto the recliner. She could just barely feel the last bit of 3D that your body had left be obliterated with this action and she sighed with happiness.
Is this truly your fate or will someone or something intervene?
"Jake, I'm going to give it to you straight. I was on the fence about you before but after finding you digging through our lingerie like some little creep I really do not like you. And from the sound of it, Cassie doesn't like you much right now either. With hope she won't change her mind and come back around to wanting you as her boyfriend again. But there's a silver lining!" You felt the slightest bit of joy in the middle of Kimberly's soul-crushing speech from this sentence, only to have it immediately dashed as she continued, "But my ass seems to like you quite a bit!" Kimberly emphasized her statement by fiercely clenching her cheeks together once more before relaxing and looking down on your further flattened form. "You seemed so eager to get up close and personal with our undergarments mere minutes ago and now you get to be with them for 4 months straight at least!"
You were flabbergasted and terrified at how haywire meeting Cassie's family had gone in just one day. In the span of hours you had gone from potential husband to permanent ass tattoo for the matriarch of the family. You prayed that you would get the chance to make your case and explain this whole misunderstanding, but Kimberly was an intelligent woman clearly, and it wasn't likely that she would even give you the chance.
"Now, that doesn't mean you get to just relax back there. My backside tends to get quite sweaty over the course of the day, and I'm counting on you to absorb some of that sweat with your body's strange, squishy, abilities. If you can do that maybe I'll consider going easy on you every once in a while, but if you can't then I promise you that your life will be a living nightmare until Cassie forces me to let you out or better even, forgets about you entirely."
In your current state you were incapable of responding, but you knew that even if you could Kimberly wouldn't listen to a word you said anyway. Without another word she let her underwear snap back into place and walked towards her bedroom to slide on a pair of tight leggings to lounge around the house in. The elastic material immediately compressed her mountainous cheeks together and doubled the pressure on your body as you could only mentally cry out of helplessness. Throwing on a shirt as well, Kimberly then proceeded out of her room back down to the tv room where her beloved recliner laid. It was nearly twenty years old with daily use from the large, curvaceous woman, and it showed. The brown leather had been permanently stained a shade darker in the shape of two large globes right on the cushion. To some they would consider such signs of wear and tear a reason to simply buy a new chair, but to Kimberly they were perfect. Her ass had beaten the chair into submission, it conformed over years to her exact curvature and was now the epitome of comfort. As Kimberly hovered her ass over the chair she imagined you succumbing to the same fate as this piece of furniture and smiled from ear to ear. Imagining you, beaten down and bullied by just her rear end until you were permanently and perfectly shaped to support it. The mere thought made brought joy to the next few months she would get torturing you. It was just an added bonus that she was avenging her beloved daughter's feelings as well.
Kimberly finally grabbed the tv remote from a nearby end table and dropped her ass into a free fall onto the cushion beneath her. With an audible smack that practically echoed throughout the house she plopped her massive form onto the recliner. She could just barely feel the last bit of 3D that your body had left be obliterated with this action and she sighed with happiness.
Is this truly your fate or will someone or something intervene?
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