After the wait's over, you make the trip an...
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
The moment's here. You've entered the hallway in Hagen that contains rooms 501 to 512. You entered from the end of the hallway that starts with room 512...even from here you can see 501 has the door just slightly ajar. A consideration just for you who would normally have to wait for someone to open the door or for you to jump up to the doorknob yourself. It wouldn't be too difficult with your newfound physicality but the gesture was appreciated.
You begin walking down the hallway mechanically; your stiff gait is due to your rapid fire thoughts. Who was this person? How long have they had feelings? Did you smell good? Did your clothes look too shabby...though considering the weather, the both of you probably looked a bit marshmallowy what with all the layers and parka sitting on top of it all. The Hagen hall had a reputation of having insufficient heating. It wasn't abnormal to keep all your winter clothes on.
Thoughts like these continued to distract you from the task at hand. Someone, in the room down the hall, liked you enough to confess in a rather old fashioned way. You needed to be respectful of their feelings. No jokes, insensitivity or stupidity. That was the old you. The new you wouldn't be slow and would treat everyone respectfully...even if you peeked up someone's skirt today. You groaned at the thought just as you approached the door to room 501...poor timing once again. From below you notice the fogged glass window set in the door had no light coming from it. It was dark inside...the possibility that this is a prank just shot up. You can't say anyone has been picking on you lately but you can't discount the possibility. You kick yourself mentally for possibly falling for such a cheap trick.
...despite this, you decide to enter the room. Whether it's a heartfelt confession or some prank, you decided the other party needed to be satisfied. If it was at your expense, that's fine. This is the new you.
As you pull open the door to where you can fit between it and the frame to enter, you notice the presence of a bag right beside the door. Taller than you...but it's strangely familiar. As you enter staring at the bag, you don't notice the hand approaching your head just inside the ring of darkness. The world goes completely dark as your head is grasped in a very warm palm. You hear blinds snapping shut; whoever had you in their grasp must've shut the blinds on the door which means the room was truly in darkness now. Still blind and struggling wildly, you feel a second hand grabbing your arms and snapping them shut to your sides. With you subdued, you captor quickly walks...somewhere...and pins you down on a cold wood scented surface. Just as quickly, you feel the cloying fingers of your captor ripping your clothes off roughly. You hiss in pain as they do this but you don't suffer any significant injury...one benefit of your condition. You yell through the palm wrapped around your head "Why are you doing this?! What do you want?!" Still muffled, you hear someone shushing you and they whisper "Just be quiet; it'll be over soon okay?" Now completely naked, you feel the cold surface and atmosphere clearly. You'll begin shivering very soon without clothing...
Soon your captor lets go of your head and quickly puts a piece of some kind of tape over your mouth...so much for calling for help. Next you feel the beginnings of some kind of rope being wound around your ankles and wrists. It's much softer though and less painful than normal rope.They stop with tying your hands together and feet together. You're struggling but you can't seem to break your binds...they drop you back on the table top.
With that, the room grows quiet except for the rapid breathing of you and your captor. Yours are in fear and your captors...while muffled by cloth, theirs are something else entirely. Your night vision had just begun to adjust to the room when a desk lamp nearby turns on temporarily blinding you. As you adjust, just outside the ring of light, you see a tall...someone. Their body is covered in layers of winter clothing; their face has tinted snow boarding goggles on and a scarf wrapped around most of their face.
For now, they're just staring down at you...you cannot see their eyes. Their breath is heavy...not from exertion surely. Excitement? You couldn't tell.
A few moments pass in silence...until your captor brings their hand up and begins unzipping their parka. What's revealed underneath is an undeniably feminine shape concealed only by a thin pajama shirt; surely not enough for this cold. A slightly chubby belly, the barest of muffin tops, lies beneath a pair of mammoth breasts. Easily the largest you had seen; they must've been enlarged by their diet. All of this together present a very soft, erotic body before your eyes. Immediately, you berate yourself for being so obscene especially in a situation like this.
They keep the scarf and goggles on...still concealing their identity. As they drop the parka, they grab their fleece pants and begin to struggle to pull them off. The site of the muffin top confirmed an exceptionally wide lower body; even from here during their side to side wiggling you can see the presence of wide hips and a shelf of a butt hidden below. They hop once, twice and you can see the thighs and hips of your attacker jiggle with the impacts. Eventually, their pants come off revealing a simple pair of blue panties stretched to their limits in all directions on her hips.
This entire time you've just been staring in awe but now you realize...what are they doing? Why are they stripping...? Then it became a bit clearer...they're probably here to use your small body for some kind of kink. They "like" you but probably for the wrong reason.
They kick their pants onto their parka, creating a pile some distance away. They lean in, placing both hands on either side of you, hanging their thick breasts over your body...a single one could hide the majority of your body. They stay still, staring into your eyes...the desk lamp provides a back-light but you still cannot see their face through the goggles. Finally...they reach up and pull the goggles up and the scarf down...revealing a face you never expected.
Cassie. Cassie had sent you the letter? She beams at your surprised face with one of her beautiful smiles. She's wearing no makeup...clearly because she was sweating quite a bit underneath her clothing. She's not sopping wet but you can see the sheen on her still flawless skin...
"Hey baby..." She whispers to you in a tone so deep and throaty it's hard not to get a rise out of you...
"I've missed you..." She brings her face in and licks you from your crotch, up your stomach and chest and all the way up to your face. She catches your hair with her tongue and leaves your bangs standing on end. Drool coats the parts of your body she touched.
"I've been waiting for this day for so long...we can be together again." Her breath washes over your face as she's so close her lips brush your nose as she's talking. "Things will be different this time. I understand you better; you're a perv. But you were also sweet and caring and I've missed that part of you. I've missed how we were so lovey dovey. But agreeing to be my Mom's ass slave...you just wanted to be controlled didn't you? Like a perv? At one time, I would've been shocked but now I understand. The thought of having you back all for myself..." At that last sentence, she brings a breast over...a clothed nipple now situated just above your head...until it's brought down. Immediately, flesh fills your entire existence. Your hands grasp breast, your nose smells nothing but Cassie's skin and sweat...you can't help but grow hard at this. Cassie feels this and laughs daintily. "...and it seems you do want that, don't you? I knew it." The weight isn't enough to squash you but you begin to panic...this isn't right. You both agreed it was over. Why was Cassie acting like this?! She's begun gently rubbing her breasts over your body, rolling you back and forth.
"When we were a couple, we agreed to give each other all that we were. Our feelings, treasures...we would share it. I think the real reason why we didn't work out was because...you didn't give yourself to me completely. Your perverted body. That changes today. I'll keep you with me at all times forever."
"Hey! Remember when we use to wrestle?!" She leans back, giving your first breath for what seems like forever. Her tone is suddenly bright and chipper. "I decided to let myself go juuuust a little...that way there'd be more for you to experience." She runs her hands down her breasts down to her prodigious lower body. " Now I think...my favorite way to win...was to take a seat. Not just any seat though; my throne." On throne, she turns around and reveals a tremendous, unbelievable sight. Her rear...the panties dug into her hips, leaving none of it in sight. As for the piece that should cover her butt...it was gone. Totally consumed by a pair of cheeks simply too large to believe. Yet here they were...and they were approaching you slowly. A hand reaches back and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. Now...the cheeks were above you, dominating your sight and light. A few breathless moments...and they drop. Cassie throws her feet up, putting her entire weight onto you. Again, your world is nothing but flesh. Your 3D shape squashed down thin as paper. Your'e crushed to the desk below and stuck to her crack above. She shimmies and you feel yourself slowly begin to be devoured. Soon enough, you feel that you're more stuck to her than the desk.
"Finally...we can be together again."
Choice Explanation:
1. Cassie dresses up, concealing you on her. She's headed to her family home.
2. Cassie dresses up, concealing you on her. She's going to use your dorm as a love nest.
3. You're both interrupted by someone jiggling the door handle.
You begin walking down the hallway mechanically; your stiff gait is due to your rapid fire thoughts. Who was this person? How long have they had feelings? Did you smell good? Did your clothes look too shabby...though considering the weather, the both of you probably looked a bit marshmallowy what with all the layers and parka sitting on top of it all. The Hagen hall had a reputation of having insufficient heating. It wasn't abnormal to keep all your winter clothes on.
Thoughts like these continued to distract you from the task at hand. Someone, in the room down the hall, liked you enough to confess in a rather old fashioned way. You needed to be respectful of their feelings. No jokes, insensitivity or stupidity. That was the old you. The new you wouldn't be slow and would treat everyone respectfully...even if you peeked up someone's skirt today. You groaned at the thought just as you approached the door to room 501...poor timing once again. From below you notice the fogged glass window set in the door had no light coming from it. It was dark inside...the possibility that this is a prank just shot up. You can't say anyone has been picking on you lately but you can't discount the possibility. You kick yourself mentally for possibly falling for such a cheap trick.
...despite this, you decide to enter the room. Whether it's a heartfelt confession or some prank, you decided the other party needed to be satisfied. If it was at your expense, that's fine. This is the new you.
As you pull open the door to where you can fit between it and the frame to enter, you notice the presence of a bag right beside the door. Taller than you...but it's strangely familiar. As you enter staring at the bag, you don't notice the hand approaching your head just inside the ring of darkness. The world goes completely dark as your head is grasped in a very warm palm. You hear blinds snapping shut; whoever had you in their grasp must've shut the blinds on the door which means the room was truly in darkness now. Still blind and struggling wildly, you feel a second hand grabbing your arms and snapping them shut to your sides. With you subdued, you captor quickly walks...somewhere...and pins you down on a cold wood scented surface. Just as quickly, you feel the cloying fingers of your captor ripping your clothes off roughly. You hiss in pain as they do this but you don't suffer any significant injury...one benefit of your condition. You yell through the palm wrapped around your head "Why are you doing this?! What do you want?!" Still muffled, you hear someone shushing you and they whisper "Just be quiet; it'll be over soon okay?" Now completely naked, you feel the cold surface and atmosphere clearly. You'll begin shivering very soon without clothing...
Soon your captor lets go of your head and quickly puts a piece of some kind of tape over your mouth...so much for calling for help. Next you feel the beginnings of some kind of rope being wound around your ankles and wrists. It's much softer though and less painful than normal rope.They stop with tying your hands together and feet together. You're struggling but you can't seem to break your binds...they drop you back on the table top.
With that, the room grows quiet except for the rapid breathing of you and your captor. Yours are in fear and your captors...while muffled by cloth, theirs are something else entirely. Your night vision had just begun to adjust to the room when a desk lamp nearby turns on temporarily blinding you. As you adjust, just outside the ring of light, you see a tall...someone. Their body is covered in layers of winter clothing; their face has tinted snow boarding goggles on and a scarf wrapped around most of their face.
For now, they're just staring down at you...you cannot see their eyes. Their breath is heavy...not from exertion surely. Excitement? You couldn't tell.
A few moments pass in silence...until your captor brings their hand up and begins unzipping their parka. What's revealed underneath is an undeniably feminine shape concealed only by a thin pajama shirt; surely not enough for this cold. A slightly chubby belly, the barest of muffin tops, lies beneath a pair of mammoth breasts. Easily the largest you had seen; they must've been enlarged by their diet. All of this together present a very soft, erotic body before your eyes. Immediately, you berate yourself for being so obscene especially in a situation like this.
They keep the scarf and goggles on...still concealing their identity. As they drop the parka, they grab their fleece pants and begin to struggle to pull them off. The site of the muffin top confirmed an exceptionally wide lower body; even from here during their side to side wiggling you can see the presence of wide hips and a shelf of a butt hidden below. They hop once, twice and you can see the thighs and hips of your attacker jiggle with the impacts. Eventually, their pants come off revealing a simple pair of blue panties stretched to their limits in all directions on her hips.
This entire time you've just been staring in awe but now you realize...what are they doing? Why are they stripping...? Then it became a bit clearer...they're probably here to use your small body for some kind of kink. They "like" you but probably for the wrong reason.
They kick their pants onto their parka, creating a pile some distance away. They lean in, placing both hands on either side of you, hanging their thick breasts over your body...a single one could hide the majority of your body. They stay still, staring into your eyes...the desk lamp provides a back-light but you still cannot see their face through the goggles. Finally...they reach up and pull the goggles up and the scarf down...revealing a face you never expected.
Cassie. Cassie had sent you the letter? She beams at your surprised face with one of her beautiful smiles. She's wearing no makeup...clearly because she was sweating quite a bit underneath her clothing. She's not sopping wet but you can see the sheen on her still flawless skin...
"Hey baby..." She whispers to you in a tone so deep and throaty it's hard not to get a rise out of you...
"I've missed you..." She brings her face in and licks you from your crotch, up your stomach and chest and all the way up to your face. She catches your hair with her tongue and leaves your bangs standing on end. Drool coats the parts of your body she touched.
"I've been waiting for this day for so long...we can be together again." Her breath washes over your face as she's so close her lips brush your nose as she's talking. "Things will be different this time. I understand you better; you're a perv. But you were also sweet and caring and I've missed that part of you. I've missed how we were so lovey dovey. But agreeing to be my Mom's ass slave...you just wanted to be controlled didn't you? Like a perv? At one time, I would've been shocked but now I understand. The thought of having you back all for myself..." At that last sentence, she brings a breast over...a clothed nipple now situated just above your head...until it's brought down. Immediately, flesh fills your entire existence. Your hands grasp breast, your nose smells nothing but Cassie's skin and sweat...you can't help but grow hard at this. Cassie feels this and laughs daintily. "...and it seems you do want that, don't you? I knew it." The weight isn't enough to squash you but you begin to panic...this isn't right. You both agreed it was over. Why was Cassie acting like this?! She's begun gently rubbing her breasts over your body, rolling you back and forth.
"When we were a couple, we agreed to give each other all that we were. Our feelings, treasures...we would share it. I think the real reason why we didn't work out was because...you didn't give yourself to me completely. Your perverted body. That changes today. I'll keep you with me at all times forever."
"Hey! Remember when we use to wrestle?!" She leans back, giving your first breath for what seems like forever. Her tone is suddenly bright and chipper. "I decided to let myself go juuuust a little...that way there'd be more for you to experience." She runs her hands down her breasts down to her prodigious lower body. " Now I think...my favorite way to win...was to take a seat. Not just any seat though; my throne." On throne, she turns around and reveals a tremendous, unbelievable sight. Her rear...the panties dug into her hips, leaving none of it in sight. As for the piece that should cover her butt...it was gone. Totally consumed by a pair of cheeks simply too large to believe. Yet here they were...and they were approaching you slowly. A hand reaches back and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. Now...the cheeks were above you, dominating your sight and light. A few breathless moments...and they drop. Cassie throws her feet up, putting her entire weight onto you. Again, your world is nothing but flesh. Your 3D shape squashed down thin as paper. Your'e crushed to the desk below and stuck to her crack above. She shimmies and you feel yourself slowly begin to be devoured. Soon enough, you feel that you're more stuck to her than the desk.
"Finally...we can be together again."
Choice Explanation:
1. Cassie dresses up, concealing you on her. She's headed to her family home.
2. Cassie dresses up, concealing you on her. She's going to use your dorm as a love nest.
3. You're both interrupted by someone jiggling the door handle.
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