Foggy Memories
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
The two women slept soundly, and you eventually drifted off to sleep as well. Your battered body could only be forced to stay awake for so long before fading into sleep.
Kimberly woke up first, and was conscientious enough of her sleeping friend to move through the room as quietly as she could before slipping out to meet her daughters for breakfast. She smirked as her eyes paused on Irina's sleeping form, her tight shorts having ridden up a bit in her sleep, but not enough to expose you. Her friend was otherwise unmoved in her alcohol aided slumber. She wondered what your morning would look like when Irina eventually woke up.
An hour or so later, Irina started to stir. Her movements shook you awake as well, but after a full night beneath her massive ass you were in no position to remind her of your presence. She groggily scrolled through her social feeds while still lying on her back, but eventually rolled off the bed and onto her feet.
"Ahhh, it's so nice to sleep in and not have to worry about work or kids...." Irina muttered to herself as she absent mindedly scratched her ass. "I'm going to need to make sure to really thank Kim for this trip once we get back....what did we do last night? I must have had a lot to drink, I can hardly remember..." she trails off as she turns the water on in the shower and starts to disrobe.
You remain plastered to her now bare ass as she steps into the shower and lets the hot water cascade down over her body. She breathes in the steam for a few moments before she begins to clean herself.
Eventually, her hands rub over her full ass and she pauses as she realizes that something is off. You’ve reformed enough by this point that, while you’re unable to pop free, you’re not flush with her flesh anymore. After some brief uncertainty, she easily peels you free and shields you from the rushing water as she holds you in her hand.
“Jake? What are you doing there?” she asks, confused. She shuts off the shower and wraps a plush robe around herself as she tries to put the pieces together. “Did I roll over you overnight? Were you sleeping somewhere you shouldn’t have been?” she giggles with a devious look on her face.
“No, if I rolled over on you, you would have been on my shorts. But you were clearly inside my shorts. So….something else…Gah! Why is last night so foggy!” she exclaims in exasperation.
Unfortunately, you were still in no position to respond and clarify how you ended up plastered to her backside. Irina sits on the bed to think in silence, still holding you in her hand.
“...and why is Chuck Flannery’s name stuck in my head, that bastard from high school….OH!” her eyes shot wide open as pieces started to fall into place. Hopefully in the right order.
“I sort of remember now…you volunteered to help me with a little therapy session right? Something about getting a do-over with past heart break, but with you in their place? What a sweetheart!” she cooed.
You mentally rolled your eyes. You certainly didn’t volunteer, but at least you were getting credit for the help you were able to provide.
“And between what I can remember and where you ended up, you got quite the show you little scamp!” she giggles. “Well, since it’s just the two of us up here now….”
Kimberly woke up first, and was conscientious enough of her sleeping friend to move through the room as quietly as she could before slipping out to meet her daughters for breakfast. She smirked as her eyes paused on Irina's sleeping form, her tight shorts having ridden up a bit in her sleep, but not enough to expose you. Her friend was otherwise unmoved in her alcohol aided slumber. She wondered what your morning would look like when Irina eventually woke up.
An hour or so later, Irina started to stir. Her movements shook you awake as well, but after a full night beneath her massive ass you were in no position to remind her of your presence. She groggily scrolled through her social feeds while still lying on her back, but eventually rolled off the bed and onto her feet.
"Ahhh, it's so nice to sleep in and not have to worry about work or kids...." Irina muttered to herself as she absent mindedly scratched her ass. "I'm going to need to make sure to really thank Kim for this trip once we get back....what did we do last night? I must have had a lot to drink, I can hardly remember..." she trails off as she turns the water on in the shower and starts to disrobe.
You remain plastered to her now bare ass as she steps into the shower and lets the hot water cascade down over her body. She breathes in the steam for a few moments before she begins to clean herself.
Eventually, her hands rub over her full ass and she pauses as she realizes that something is off. You’ve reformed enough by this point that, while you’re unable to pop free, you’re not flush with her flesh anymore. After some brief uncertainty, she easily peels you free and shields you from the rushing water as she holds you in her hand.
“Jake? What are you doing there?” she asks, confused. She shuts off the shower and wraps a plush robe around herself as she tries to put the pieces together. “Did I roll over you overnight? Were you sleeping somewhere you shouldn’t have been?” she giggles with a devious look on her face.
“No, if I rolled over on you, you would have been on my shorts. But you were clearly inside my shorts. So….something else…Gah! Why is last night so foggy!” she exclaims in exasperation.
Unfortunately, you were still in no position to respond and clarify how you ended up plastered to her backside. Irina sits on the bed to think in silence, still holding you in her hand.
“...and why is Chuck Flannery’s name stuck in my head, that bastard from high school….OH!” her eyes shot wide open as pieces started to fall into place. Hopefully in the right order.
“I sort of remember now…you volunteered to help me with a little therapy session right? Something about getting a do-over with past heart break, but with you in their place? What a sweetheart!” she cooed.
You mentally rolled your eyes. You certainly didn’t volunteer, but at least you were getting credit for the help you were able to provide.
“And between what I can remember and where you ended up, you got quite the show you little scamp!” she giggles. “Well, since it’s just the two of us up here now….”
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March 28, 2025
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