Giving Up and Dealing With the Results
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
You stand dumbly on Jackie's massive desk as she slowly walks toward you, a small smile on her face. You watch her flesh bounce with each step she takes. As she hovers her meaty ass above you, you hear a voice inside you urging you to move. As her shadow starts to overwhelm you, you finally listen to that voice and react, diving out of the way as you feel her ass impact the wooden surface of the desk and bounce just millimetres from your body. You breathe a sigh of relief, your hesitation had nearly cost you.
"Well, you certainly took your time there," the redheaded councilor said with a giggle, "But that's step one. On to step two. And remember, if you don't finish there will be repercussions," she warns.
You clench your fists in fortitude and look up at the task ahead of you. Swallowing hard, you make your move toward the massive woman. Climbing her waist was the easy part, the thin fabric of her thong provided easy enough hand and footholds for you to move up her body. As you reached the top of her thigh, you stretched your arms above your head, hoping to find more fabric to help push you up. Unfortunately for you, the bottom of her bra was just out of reach of your foot tall body.
You jump and feel your fingers brush the smooth fabric of her bra, but aren't quite able to get enough lift to grab and hold anything. Any time you closed your fist around the material, it slipped right out of your grip. You grunted in frustration, but continued. You tried to grab the flesh around her stomach to support you as you crawled up her body, but her skin provided no support and you barely made it off her thigh before collapsing back to her leg over and over again.
You found yourself once again face down on the fabric of her thong right at Jackie's hip, you pounded your fists against her stomach in anger - at yourself, at this counselor, at your life.
"That's it! I give up! I can't do it!" you yell.
Jackie wraps a gentle fist around your body and lifts you up. "That's too bad Jake. I told you there would be serious repercussions for giving up. Before we get to that though, I want to say I admire your effort. You tried multiple approaches to climb on your own. But as the frustration built, I saw your will power and creativity fade. Did you ever think about asking for help?" she asked curiously.
You sat in a dazed silence for a moment until you realized she expected an answer. Her green eyes staring holes into your body until you eventually shook your head in disappointment.
"I didn't think so. If you had asked me for help, I could have easily lifted you to your destination, or simply reclined and made your climb so much easier. But you let your frustration get the best of you. And for that, there is a penalty...." she said trailing off as she stood up.
"Now let's see. If you had chosen to stay still, you would have been sat on and likely squished flat. I said the punishment for giving up would be worse, so that doesn't leave us many options does it?" she asks, this time not expecting an answer as she fiddles with the waistband of her thong with a smile on her face.
"Wait...what....what are you going to do? You're supposed to help me!" you plead.
"Oh I am helping you Jake," she responded. "But you'll never learn properly unless there's both a carrot and a stick. But this time the stick will be a bit....softer," she said with a giggle as she peeled her thin thong down the length of her legs, revealing her bare ass to you.
"No! Please!" you shout hopelessly as she moved you closer to her massive backside, making it very clear what your fate would be.
"Well, you certainly took your time there," the redheaded councilor said with a giggle, "But that's step one. On to step two. And remember, if you don't finish there will be repercussions," she warns.
You clench your fists in fortitude and look up at the task ahead of you. Swallowing hard, you make your move toward the massive woman. Climbing her waist was the easy part, the thin fabric of her thong provided easy enough hand and footholds for you to move up her body. As you reached the top of her thigh, you stretched your arms above your head, hoping to find more fabric to help push you up. Unfortunately for you, the bottom of her bra was just out of reach of your foot tall body.
You jump and feel your fingers brush the smooth fabric of her bra, but aren't quite able to get enough lift to grab and hold anything. Any time you closed your fist around the material, it slipped right out of your grip. You grunted in frustration, but continued. You tried to grab the flesh around her stomach to support you as you crawled up her body, but her skin provided no support and you barely made it off her thigh before collapsing back to her leg over and over again.
You found yourself once again face down on the fabric of her thong right at Jackie's hip, you pounded your fists against her stomach in anger - at yourself, at this counselor, at your life.
"That's it! I give up! I can't do it!" you yell.
Jackie wraps a gentle fist around your body and lifts you up. "That's too bad Jake. I told you there would be serious repercussions for giving up. Before we get to that though, I want to say I admire your effort. You tried multiple approaches to climb on your own. But as the frustration built, I saw your will power and creativity fade. Did you ever think about asking for help?" she asked curiously.
You sat in a dazed silence for a moment until you realized she expected an answer. Her green eyes staring holes into your body until you eventually shook your head in disappointment.
"I didn't think so. If you had asked me for help, I could have easily lifted you to your destination, or simply reclined and made your climb so much easier. But you let your frustration get the best of you. And for that, there is a penalty...." she said trailing off as she stood up.
"Now let's see. If you had chosen to stay still, you would have been sat on and likely squished flat. I said the punishment for giving up would be worse, so that doesn't leave us many options does it?" she asks, this time not expecting an answer as she fiddles with the waistband of her thong with a smile on her face.
"Wait...what....what are you going to do? You're supposed to help me!" you plead.
"Oh I am helping you Jake," she responded. "But you'll never learn properly unless there's both a carrot and a stick. But this time the stick will be a bit....softer," she said with a giggle as she peeled her thin thong down the length of her legs, revealing her bare ass to you.
"No! Please!" you shout hopelessly as she moved you closer to her massive backside, making it very clear what your fate would be.
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March 28, 2025
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