School bully (Reserved).
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
Off the top of your head there was only one part of your past that you wished you could revisit and change the outcome of. Before you had the chance to tell the tale your world slightly shifted. Like someone catching themselves from falling backwards in a chair you instinctively threw yourself forward into Kimberly's crack to steady your balance. When you looked back to see what caused this you saw that Irina had leaned forward on the bed which had caused Kimberly's body to slightly tilt towards the bed momentarily before going back.
Irina's mischievous smile did little to hide her childlike glee radiating off her robust face. The expectant shine emanating from her eyes as they gazed upon in anticipation of hearing what you'd like to do made you blush. Especially so after you saw her more-than-ample bosom spilling from her nightgown. This caused you to get aroused unfortunately. Unbeknownst to you Kimberly could feel it as well as your clumsy squirmy efforts to hide it.
"Cone on Jakey-Poo!" Irina exclaimed. "I wanna do the game with you. There's got to be something you'd like to do. Something you wish you could do again. Or someone you'd want to be with? Maybe even someone from our past hmm?" Irina paused putting her chin in her palms as she rested on her elbows staring at you. "Tell me... I mean us..." she glanced up briefly at Kimberly, her cheeks flushed, "Please? Oh pretty please my handsome little butt boy."
Kimberly rolled her eyes. Facepalming herself as it was a normal reaction to Irina's exuberant and energetic goofiness. Your future mother-in-law sighed heavily, "Irina I'm sure the little turd nugget is just about as tired as I am."
"No, it's fine Miss Smalls. I don't mind at all playing the game. It sounds like fun. I'm just not used to being in the spotlight is all. Actually, to be completely honest, most of my time is spent where the sun doesn't shine as you two lovely ladies can surely attest too given the last few days." you admit giving Kimberly's cheeks a few soft pecks.
They both giggle hearing this. You shook your head. You felt embarrassed revealing this humiliating, yet true, aspect of your life. Only good thing you could fathom coming from it is scoring some brownie points with your soon to be mother-in-law.
"That's true." Kimberly confirms, "But it must be hard for you to accept that that's where you belong. Out of sight and out of mind. Now isn't that right butt boy?"
You frowned. Now your captor has taken up on the nickname Irina has given you. "Um yeah... I guess." you stated, indulging in Kimberly's backhanded insult.
Irina beamed, her gorgeous smile making you blush again seeing it. "So you'll play? Oh goody! This is going to be so awesome!"
Clearing your throat, you caressed Kimberly's cheek. "Um... well... where to begin? This is going to sound very naughty but..."
Irina chuckled at that.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
You were about nine years old at the time your mother decided it was time for you to attend a public school. Truth be told it was decided for her by the combined authorities of CPS and DHS. Something about you needing to have actual social interactions with children your own age. Despite your mother's vocal objections and concerns about your safety due to the size difference between you and other children she had no choice but to enroll you so that you will have a more 'normal' childhood. That being stated, a compromise was agreed upon with a classmate to be assigned as your handler to keep a careful watch over you while you attended classes.
On the day you arrived school had already been in session for several weeks. With a strict dress code being required the closest thing in your size anyone could find was a barbie doll dress in the same colors and style of the girls school uniforms. You weren't entirely thrilled having to wear what amounted to a catholic school girls outfit. Nor were you comfortable having to show up like this to make first impressions with your classmates. You had little choice in the matter as your mother dressed you herself to ensure you were presentable.
You rode upon your mom's shoulder while she walked behind the principal, Head Mistress Barbra Wilson, to your classroom. The pounding of their combined stilettos on the marble hallway echoed throughout the school giving them an aura of authority. You had a hard time paying attention to the route or the various rooms you passed by though. Part of your focus was on the swaying of the principal's hips in front of you. The mesmerizing to and fro of her walk had you salivating. Before long you had to hold tight your dress from blowing up to reveal your erect member. Which brought to mind the other part of your focus in keeping your dress down from the breeze caused by the bounce of your mom's hair behind you. Luckily, your curvy mother always drew eyes to her assets leaving you to go scant unnoticed.
Finally to what your principal told you was your homeroom she introduced you to your teacher, Mrs. Amy Tact, and your classmates. At your diminutive size the many rows of desks were a terrifying nightmare to behold with each and every one occupied by a girl. You were to be the only boy in an all-girls class. Taking you from her shoulder your mom gave you a big kiss in front of everyone before handing you to Mrs. Tact. Listening to all the girls giggling you waved your mom goodbye as left with Mistress Wilson.
Turning around you bowed gracefully introducing yourself. Suddenly a swat came across your butt from your teacher in the form of a flick knocking you flat on your face. Stating that she'll have none of that in her class. You gawked at her perplexed, rubbing your sore bottom as you stood back up. Stating all girls in her class are to courtesy, not bow. Seeing as how you're in a dress you are to be treated like one of her young ladies. Having little choice but to comply you follow her instructions to the letter fearing further punishment. You courseied as best you could. Satisfied at your obedience, Mrs. Tact petted you with her finger as she would a pet mouse before handing you over to the nearest student to be passed around the class.
Each one of the girls took pleasure in examining you thoroughly. Some even stretching your pants to fondle your member while holding your arms to your side in their stern grip. All you could do is let them have their fun playing with you. All things considered most were gentle. Only a few being rough enough to cause you pain with their poking, flicking, and pinching. It wasn't until you were tossed to the very last girl in the back that the next seven years of your life would be a living hell each day you went to school.
Upon reaching the desk of one Sarah Stamper you fell flat on your face for the second time that day. Mrs. Tact had by then already went on to teach the next lesson of the day. You felt disheartened with how your own teacher disregarded you as if you were no more important than a passout packet. That's when you heard Sarah introduce herself sending a chill down your spine. A chill you still have nightmares about to this day.
"Well hi there tiny boy! I'm Sarah. I'm your new owner. You're going to be mine every day from now on. Isn't that wonderful? You and I... we're going to get along great. Why wouldn't we? You're going to be a great pet aren't ya little girl?" she stated rhetorically in a matter-of-fact kind of way.
The color drained out of you immediately. Getting up on your butt you scooted backwards to the edge of her desktop. Sarah was a sight to behold. Pulled back dark red hair into a ponytail rested atop a very chubby face. A line of freckles, reddish in color raced across her pale face from one cheek to the other under her emerald green eyes over the crest of her nose. Her lips were taught for the size and shape of her very round head. Her neck down to her bosom was missing due to how massively fat she let herself become. The only things distracting your eyes away from her breasts as they lay on the desk before you were her meaty fingers tapping playfully at your sides.
"What?" You gasped, "I'm your pet?! No... wait. I'm a person. You can't treat me..."
"Sarah!" Mrs. Tact suddenly called, "Do you have our new little student? You both need to be paying attention to the lecture not talking amongst yourselves."
Cupping your inside her hands. "Yes Mrs. Tact. He was just asking me to be his handler."
"Miss Stamper I'm very happy you took charge of our newest student but you need to remember to use the correct gender usage. It's she not he. I will not allow any boys in this classroom to defile and disgrace you fine young ladies is that understood?" the teacher reprimanded.
"Yes Mrs. Tact." Sara meekly answered.
Fixing her dress smartly, "Now that that's settled. See to it Jackie adheres to the rules. I will not have her disrupting our prestigious reputation. Let's all turn our attention to more important matters. Open your textbooks to page..."
Sarah opened her cupped hands. You watched as she bit her lip obviously in thought. Keeping you closed in one hand she reached in her bag for the book she needed. You could tell she needed both hands in order to do her classwork. This left you realizing what she was thinking about. What to do with you.
"Hey I need to concentrate on the lesson so I'm going to have to put you away from now." Sara told you in a whisper, "I could put you in my desk or bookbag if you like. Or here between my boobies so you can at least listen to the lecture. Or if you prefer you can go in my butt. I'm sure you could use a nap after everything that's happened so far to you today. So what would it be? Where'd you like to go?"
Flashback to be continued from...
Irina's mischievous smile did little to hide her childlike glee radiating off her robust face. The expectant shine emanating from her eyes as they gazed upon in anticipation of hearing what you'd like to do made you blush. Especially so after you saw her more-than-ample bosom spilling from her nightgown. This caused you to get aroused unfortunately. Unbeknownst to you Kimberly could feel it as well as your clumsy squirmy efforts to hide it.
"Cone on Jakey-Poo!" Irina exclaimed. "I wanna do the game with you. There's got to be something you'd like to do. Something you wish you could do again. Or someone you'd want to be with? Maybe even someone from our past hmm?" Irina paused putting her chin in her palms as she rested on her elbows staring at you. "Tell me... I mean us..." she glanced up briefly at Kimberly, her cheeks flushed, "Please? Oh pretty please my handsome little butt boy."
Kimberly rolled her eyes. Facepalming herself as it was a normal reaction to Irina's exuberant and energetic goofiness. Your future mother-in-law sighed heavily, "Irina I'm sure the little turd nugget is just about as tired as I am."
"No, it's fine Miss Smalls. I don't mind at all playing the game. It sounds like fun. I'm just not used to being in the spotlight is all. Actually, to be completely honest, most of my time is spent where the sun doesn't shine as you two lovely ladies can surely attest too given the last few days." you admit giving Kimberly's cheeks a few soft pecks.
They both giggle hearing this. You shook your head. You felt embarrassed revealing this humiliating, yet true, aspect of your life. Only good thing you could fathom coming from it is scoring some brownie points with your soon to be mother-in-law.
"That's true." Kimberly confirms, "But it must be hard for you to accept that that's where you belong. Out of sight and out of mind. Now isn't that right butt boy?"
You frowned. Now your captor has taken up on the nickname Irina has given you. "Um yeah... I guess." you stated, indulging in Kimberly's backhanded insult.
Irina beamed, her gorgeous smile making you blush again seeing it. "So you'll play? Oh goody! This is going to be so awesome!"
Clearing your throat, you caressed Kimberly's cheek. "Um... well... where to begin? This is going to sound very naughty but..."
Irina chuckled at that.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
You were about nine years old at the time your mother decided it was time for you to attend a public school. Truth be told it was decided for her by the combined authorities of CPS and DHS. Something about you needing to have actual social interactions with children your own age. Despite your mother's vocal objections and concerns about your safety due to the size difference between you and other children she had no choice but to enroll you so that you will have a more 'normal' childhood. That being stated, a compromise was agreed upon with a classmate to be assigned as your handler to keep a careful watch over you while you attended classes.
On the day you arrived school had already been in session for several weeks. With a strict dress code being required the closest thing in your size anyone could find was a barbie doll dress in the same colors and style of the girls school uniforms. You weren't entirely thrilled having to wear what amounted to a catholic school girls outfit. Nor were you comfortable having to show up like this to make first impressions with your classmates. You had little choice in the matter as your mother dressed you herself to ensure you were presentable.
You rode upon your mom's shoulder while she walked behind the principal, Head Mistress Barbra Wilson, to your classroom. The pounding of their combined stilettos on the marble hallway echoed throughout the school giving them an aura of authority. You had a hard time paying attention to the route or the various rooms you passed by though. Part of your focus was on the swaying of the principal's hips in front of you. The mesmerizing to and fro of her walk had you salivating. Before long you had to hold tight your dress from blowing up to reveal your erect member. Which brought to mind the other part of your focus in keeping your dress down from the breeze caused by the bounce of your mom's hair behind you. Luckily, your curvy mother always drew eyes to her assets leaving you to go scant unnoticed.
Finally to what your principal told you was your homeroom she introduced you to your teacher, Mrs. Amy Tact, and your classmates. At your diminutive size the many rows of desks were a terrifying nightmare to behold with each and every one occupied by a girl. You were to be the only boy in an all-girls class. Taking you from her shoulder your mom gave you a big kiss in front of everyone before handing you to Mrs. Tact. Listening to all the girls giggling you waved your mom goodbye as left with Mistress Wilson.
Turning around you bowed gracefully introducing yourself. Suddenly a swat came across your butt from your teacher in the form of a flick knocking you flat on your face. Stating that she'll have none of that in her class. You gawked at her perplexed, rubbing your sore bottom as you stood back up. Stating all girls in her class are to courtesy, not bow. Seeing as how you're in a dress you are to be treated like one of her young ladies. Having little choice but to comply you follow her instructions to the letter fearing further punishment. You courseied as best you could. Satisfied at your obedience, Mrs. Tact petted you with her finger as she would a pet mouse before handing you over to the nearest student to be passed around the class.
Each one of the girls took pleasure in examining you thoroughly. Some even stretching your pants to fondle your member while holding your arms to your side in their stern grip. All you could do is let them have their fun playing with you. All things considered most were gentle. Only a few being rough enough to cause you pain with their poking, flicking, and pinching. It wasn't until you were tossed to the very last girl in the back that the next seven years of your life would be a living hell each day you went to school.
Upon reaching the desk of one Sarah Stamper you fell flat on your face for the second time that day. Mrs. Tact had by then already went on to teach the next lesson of the day. You felt disheartened with how your own teacher disregarded you as if you were no more important than a passout packet. That's when you heard Sarah introduce herself sending a chill down your spine. A chill you still have nightmares about to this day.
"Well hi there tiny boy! I'm Sarah. I'm your new owner. You're going to be mine every day from now on. Isn't that wonderful? You and I... we're going to get along great. Why wouldn't we? You're going to be a great pet aren't ya little girl?" she stated rhetorically in a matter-of-fact kind of way.
The color drained out of you immediately. Getting up on your butt you scooted backwards to the edge of her desktop. Sarah was a sight to behold. Pulled back dark red hair into a ponytail rested atop a very chubby face. A line of freckles, reddish in color raced across her pale face from one cheek to the other under her emerald green eyes over the crest of her nose. Her lips were taught for the size and shape of her very round head. Her neck down to her bosom was missing due to how massively fat she let herself become. The only things distracting your eyes away from her breasts as they lay on the desk before you were her meaty fingers tapping playfully at your sides.
"What?" You gasped, "I'm your pet?! No... wait. I'm a person. You can't treat me..."
"Sarah!" Mrs. Tact suddenly called, "Do you have our new little student? You both need to be paying attention to the lecture not talking amongst yourselves."
Cupping your inside her hands. "Yes Mrs. Tact. He was just asking me to be his handler."
"Miss Stamper I'm very happy you took charge of our newest student but you need to remember to use the correct gender usage. It's she not he. I will not allow any boys in this classroom to defile and disgrace you fine young ladies is that understood?" the teacher reprimanded.
"Yes Mrs. Tact." Sara meekly answered.
Fixing her dress smartly, "Now that that's settled. See to it Jackie adheres to the rules. I will not have her disrupting our prestigious reputation. Let's all turn our attention to more important matters. Open your textbooks to page..."
Sarah opened her cupped hands. You watched as she bit her lip obviously in thought. Keeping you closed in one hand she reached in her bag for the book she needed. You could tell she needed both hands in order to do her classwork. This left you realizing what she was thinking about. What to do with you.
"Hey I need to concentrate on the lesson so I'm going to have to put you away from now." Sara told you in a whisper, "I could put you in my desk or bookbag if you like. Or here between my boobies so you can at least listen to the lecture. Or if you prefer you can go in my butt. I'm sure you could use a nap after everything that's happened so far to you today. So what would it be? Where'd you like to go?"
Flashback to be continued from...
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