In her butt. (reserved)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
"Let me guess..." Kimberly deduced, "you wanted to hitch a ride in that little girls bottom didn't you? Ugh! You're so disgustingly predictable."
Kimberly slapped her thigh in pure exasurbation. The sudden bast of pressure pushed her butt cheeks together like a fast moving trash compactor. The jolt of her cheeks smacking you between them definitely was something you weren't expecting. You were greatful to have been leaning on your elbows otherwise any harder or deeper inside her crack you fear you would've ended up squished flat. You shudder at the mental image of being your future mother-in-law's anal dental floss.
"Oh come-on Kimmie! You of all people know how little decision making power our little butt boy has over his own life or the things he gets to do." Irina chastised.
Kimberly huffed. "I suppose you're right." She paused waving a dismissive hand over you. "Do pardon me for interrupting you brown stain. Please, by all means, continue."
You seethed inwardly being spoken too like that. All your life you were either talked down too or talked over with little acknowledgement, if any at all, of your opinion or feelings. Treated as no more than an afterthought whenever you were part of any conversation. Yet, despite your utter boiling desire to give them a piece of your mind you knew it was best to bite your tongue. Not only because of your current situation but also because last thing you wanted was to upset your fiance's mother. That would not bold well for you at all. No, best course of action would be to grin & bear all the insults, as well as all the belittlement, Kimberly and her friend Irina threw at you.
Lifting your soon-to-be mother-in-law's cheek off you with your forearm was no easy task. It took all your effort just to lift it up enough to slide yourself out of her canyon to be able to speak. "Uh... Yeah. That's okay Miss Smalls. You didn't interrupt me at all. I got to bond with your lovely behind a bit more actually."
"Ha!" Kimberly bellowed, "If I didn't know better I'd say you're getting Stockholm syndrome from being with my butt for so long."
You blushed.
"Oh let's not tease him too much Kimmie. I wanna hear the rest of his story." Irina winked.
"Fine. But hurry up turd nugget." Kimberly ordered, "I'm not staying up all night."
"Okay... Um... Where was I? Oh yeah! So there I was with an impossible to make choice in an impossible to believe situation...." You continued.
~*~
You gawked at Sarah in confusion mixed with sheer terror.
"I... I... Wha... What dah... what do you mm mean? Ya... You w-want me t-to chose yo-your...butt?" You nervously blurt out in a panic.
Sarah grinned a devilish smile, whispering sensually for a nine year old, "Oh aren't you the naughtiest little pet! Okay, you can go in my butt. Hee hee."
Snatching you back up inside her fist she brought you to her lips. Your arms pinned to your side you were helpless as she pressed her massive lips briefly on your face. The soft feel of them in addition to the sweet strawberry fragrance has you melting. Then faster than your mind could comprehend what was transpiring you found yourself being brought around behind her. The next thing you saw was Sarah pulling open the back of her skirt and panties to reveal a deep, dark, and oderous crevice. Her thumb covering your mouth prevented you from screaming your objections to what you know was your enevitable destiny.
"Welcome home my pet. Hope you enjoy your stay. I know I will." Sarah coo'd.
Mrs. Tact watched with tacid interest as your captor shoved you down into that abyss before retrieving her empty hand. Letting go of her clothes they snapped back into place. A few shifts side-to-side in her seat to set you snugly in your place so she could sit comfortably Sarah was all set to focus her full attention on the lesson at hand.
However when Sarah opened her eyes she realized Mrs. Tact had witnessed the whole ordeal. Sarah sat there stunned like a dear in headlights. The stern eye her teacher gave students whenever she caught them misbehaving was dreaded by everyone. Especially since she constantly got in trouble for bullying her classmates Sarah cowered in her seat in embarrassement. Brushing a lose strand of her heart behind her ear sheepishly kn owing she was about to get in trouble. Much to her surprise, though, when Mrs. Tact winked at her before turning back to the blackboard continuing the lecture.
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.
Little did you know this seal of approval was the thing that sealed your fate.
From there on in the current environment you occupied inside would become a very familiar residence. Every single day when your mother dropped you off at school Sarah eagerly waited there for your mom to hand you off to her. Your mom took your shaking at Sarah's ominous shadow as meaning you were excited to be seeing her. If it wasn't for the fact Sarah had threatened to feed you to the school mascot, a pithon, you would've told your mom everything. Unfortunately, this left you being Sarah's literal property from before the first bell until she handed you back to your mom.
Everyday after taking possession of you Sarah would bring you over to her friends where she had you beg to go back inside your home. Your home being inside the back of her panties. Sarah would, of course, acted unconvinced you meant it. Not until you pleaded desperately & pathetically enough did she let you crawl into your home. Which more times than you care to admit you did so with all your heart & not just to escape the humiliation of the deed.
Each day Sarah found ways to make the torment worse for you. Things too horrible that not even your worst nightmares could come up with. Everything from wearing tighter panties to eating foods that made her gassier. Even going so far to having everyone in school, including the teachers and Principal, address you as Butt Boy by the end of your first month of school. When your mother overheard your assmates calling you this one day when she was picking you up Sarah even convinced her you had asked for the lovable nickname everyone now knew you by. Wearing a Sarah butt scented uniform obviously helped convince your mom what Sarah said was true.
Eventually Mrs. Tact got you a guinea pig cage, with an exercise wheel, for you to be inside during class time only to amuze your classmates while also for you to learn your lessons to prove you were getting an education to the school board. In any case, you were glad for the temporary reprieve from Sarah's loins.
Although it was only taking you from one humiliating situation to another in the long run you didn't mind at all being treated as the class pet when you were in the cage. The food, which consisted mainly of pellets, were fed to you by your classmates. Usually after you ran on the wheel making them laugh at your scurrying or if they had you perform tricks a dog would do such as sit, stay, beg, roll over, shake, et cetera.
You hated performing tricks to get food you could hardly stomach. At first you refused. Asking Sarah for some regular food instead. At the mere mention of this request she howled with an ear-splitting roar of laughter.
"If you want real people food Butt Boy..." Sarah paused turning around grabbing a fist full of her fat butt, "you can have as much of my leftovers as you want. Hee hee."
Needless to say you eagerly ate all the pellets you were fed.
The only time during school you willingly wished to stay inside Sarah's bottom was during soccer practice. By the time you had to pick a sport to be involved in everyone had gotten used to Sarah speaking on your behalf. Often making choices for you that she desired regardless of what you wanted. When you asked her why she did this she simply told you as your owner she got to make any decisions she wanted for you. So it was no surprise to you that you found out she volunteered you to be in the girls soccer team.
Or rather, volunteered you to be inside their ball.
As the teams new motivator you were responsible for making the girls feel confident & empowered. What better way to do this, Sarah had told Coach Natasha Severe, than to have you inside a guinea pig ball for the teams' practices. Convincing Coach that you wanted to help the girls take out their frustrations on you by kicking you around was all too easy f or Sarah. Nobody listen to you anyway. So you got to inspire the team while being pummeled relentlessly. What's worse is Sarah sat right next to your mom while they cheered you on.
Whenever Sarah got sick the school sent you home with her anymore until she recovered. Sarah's mother thanked you for staying with her daughter in her times of need. Going so far to joke that you and her daughters butt made a cute couple one time.
Overhearing this Sarah told everyone when she returned to school her butt & you were going steady. Sarah forced you to shower her booty with tremendous affection & gifts. Making you ask her butt out on dates in front of everyone. Having full conversations with her butt in heart to heart sessions became a normality & comfort to you. It actually made you feel normal ironically. She later got your own mom's blessing for the union. Your will had truly been broken by the obese adolescent girl.
You got so used to living this way for seven whole years that when one day you were dropped off at school & weren't greeted by Sarah you honestly panicked. Asking your mom to go find out what happened to your girlfriend you were saddened to learn Sarah had been killed in a car crash along with her family when a drunk driver ran a stop light. You collapsed heartbroken you never get to be with Sarah's butt ever again. Nothing could console you from this fact as you sank into a deep depression. Not even when Niomi Brown, an African American student who you knew as Sarah's best friend, kept you inside her butt as your new handler for the remainder of that school year.
Kimberly slapped her thigh in pure exasurbation. The sudden bast of pressure pushed her butt cheeks together like a fast moving trash compactor. The jolt of her cheeks smacking you between them definitely was something you weren't expecting. You were greatful to have been leaning on your elbows otherwise any harder or deeper inside her crack you fear you would've ended up squished flat. You shudder at the mental image of being your future mother-in-law's anal dental floss.
"Oh come-on Kimmie! You of all people know how little decision making power our little butt boy has over his own life or the things he gets to do." Irina chastised.
Kimberly huffed. "I suppose you're right." She paused waving a dismissive hand over you. "Do pardon me for interrupting you brown stain. Please, by all means, continue."
You seethed inwardly being spoken too like that. All your life you were either talked down too or talked over with little acknowledgement, if any at all, of your opinion or feelings. Treated as no more than an afterthought whenever you were part of any conversation. Yet, despite your utter boiling desire to give them a piece of your mind you knew it was best to bite your tongue. Not only because of your current situation but also because last thing you wanted was to upset your fiance's mother. That would not bold well for you at all. No, best course of action would be to grin & bear all the insults, as well as all the belittlement, Kimberly and her friend Irina threw at you.
Lifting your soon-to-be mother-in-law's cheek off you with your forearm was no easy task. It took all your effort just to lift it up enough to slide yourself out of her canyon to be able to speak. "Uh... Yeah. That's okay Miss Smalls. You didn't interrupt me at all. I got to bond with your lovely behind a bit more actually."
"Ha!" Kimberly bellowed, "If I didn't know better I'd say you're getting Stockholm syndrome from being with my butt for so long."
You blushed.
"Oh let's not tease him too much Kimmie. I wanna hear the rest of his story." Irina winked.
"Fine. But hurry up turd nugget." Kimberly ordered, "I'm not staying up all night."
"Okay... Um... Where was I? Oh yeah! So there I was with an impossible to make choice in an impossible to believe situation...." You continued.
~*~
You gawked at Sarah in confusion mixed with sheer terror.
"I... I... Wha... What dah... what do you mm mean? Ya... You w-want me t-to chose yo-your...butt?" You nervously blurt out in a panic.
Sarah grinned a devilish smile, whispering sensually for a nine year old, "Oh aren't you the naughtiest little pet! Okay, you can go in my butt. Hee hee."
Snatching you back up inside her fist she brought you to her lips. Your arms pinned to your side you were helpless as she pressed her massive lips briefly on your face. The soft feel of them in addition to the sweet strawberry fragrance has you melting. Then faster than your mind could comprehend what was transpiring you found yourself being brought around behind her. The next thing you saw was Sarah pulling open the back of her skirt and panties to reveal a deep, dark, and oderous crevice. Her thumb covering your mouth prevented you from screaming your objections to what you know was your enevitable destiny.
"Welcome home my pet. Hope you enjoy your stay. I know I will." Sarah coo'd.
Mrs. Tact watched with tacid interest as your captor shoved you down into that abyss before retrieving her empty hand. Letting go of her clothes they snapped back into place. A few shifts side-to-side in her seat to set you snugly in your place so she could sit comfortably Sarah was all set to focus her full attention on the lesson at hand.
However when Sarah opened her eyes she realized Mrs. Tact had witnessed the whole ordeal. Sarah sat there stunned like a dear in headlights. The stern eye her teacher gave students whenever she caught them misbehaving was dreaded by everyone. Especially since she constantly got in trouble for bullying her classmates Sarah cowered in her seat in embarrassement. Brushing a lose strand of her heart behind her ear sheepishly kn owing she was about to get in trouble. Much to her surprise, though, when Mrs. Tact winked at her before turning back to the blackboard continuing the lecture.
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.
Little did you know this seal of approval was the thing that sealed your fate.
From there on in the current environment you occupied inside would become a very familiar residence. Every single day when your mother dropped you off at school Sarah eagerly waited there for your mom to hand you off to her. Your mom took your shaking at Sarah's ominous shadow as meaning you were excited to be seeing her. If it wasn't for the fact Sarah had threatened to feed you to the school mascot, a pithon, you would've told your mom everything. Unfortunately, this left you being Sarah's literal property from before the first bell until she handed you back to your mom.
Everyday after taking possession of you Sarah would bring you over to her friends where she had you beg to go back inside your home. Your home being inside the back of her panties. Sarah would, of course, acted unconvinced you meant it. Not until you pleaded desperately & pathetically enough did she let you crawl into your home. Which more times than you care to admit you did so with all your heart & not just to escape the humiliation of the deed.
Each day Sarah found ways to make the torment worse for you. Things too horrible that not even your worst nightmares could come up with. Everything from wearing tighter panties to eating foods that made her gassier. Even going so far to having everyone in school, including the teachers and Principal, address you as Butt Boy by the end of your first month of school. When your mother overheard your assmates calling you this one day when she was picking you up Sarah even convinced her you had asked for the lovable nickname everyone now knew you by. Wearing a Sarah butt scented uniform obviously helped convince your mom what Sarah said was true.
Eventually Mrs. Tact got you a guinea pig cage, with an exercise wheel, for you to be inside during class time only to amuze your classmates while also for you to learn your lessons to prove you were getting an education to the school board. In any case, you were glad for the temporary reprieve from Sarah's loins.
Although it was only taking you from one humiliating situation to another in the long run you didn't mind at all being treated as the class pet when you were in the cage. The food, which consisted mainly of pellets, were fed to you by your classmates. Usually after you ran on the wheel making them laugh at your scurrying or if they had you perform tricks a dog would do such as sit, stay, beg, roll over, shake, et cetera.
You hated performing tricks to get food you could hardly stomach. At first you refused. Asking Sarah for some regular food instead. At the mere mention of this request she howled with an ear-splitting roar of laughter.
"If you want real people food Butt Boy..." Sarah paused turning around grabbing a fist full of her fat butt, "you can have as much of my leftovers as you want. Hee hee."
Needless to say you eagerly ate all the pellets you were fed.
The only time during school you willingly wished to stay inside Sarah's bottom was during soccer practice. By the time you had to pick a sport to be involved in everyone had gotten used to Sarah speaking on your behalf. Often making choices for you that she desired regardless of what you wanted. When you asked her why she did this she simply told you as your owner she got to make any decisions she wanted for you. So it was no surprise to you that you found out she volunteered you to be in the girls soccer team.
Or rather, volunteered you to be inside their ball.
As the teams new motivator you were responsible for making the girls feel confident & empowered. What better way to do this, Sarah had told Coach Natasha Severe, than to have you inside a guinea pig ball for the teams' practices. Convincing Coach that you wanted to help the girls take out their frustrations on you by kicking you around was all too easy f or Sarah. Nobody listen to you anyway. So you got to inspire the team while being pummeled relentlessly. What's worse is Sarah sat right next to your mom while they cheered you on.
Whenever Sarah got sick the school sent you home with her anymore until she recovered. Sarah's mother thanked you for staying with her daughter in her times of need. Going so far to joke that you and her daughters butt made a cute couple one time.
Overhearing this Sarah told everyone when she returned to school her butt & you were going steady. Sarah forced you to shower her booty with tremendous affection & gifts. Making you ask her butt out on dates in front of everyone. Having full conversations with her butt in heart to heart sessions became a normality & comfort to you. It actually made you feel normal ironically. She later got your own mom's blessing for the union. Your will had truly been broken by the obese adolescent girl.
You got so used to living this way for seven whole years that when one day you were dropped off at school & weren't greeted by Sarah you honestly panicked. Asking your mom to go find out what happened to your girlfriend you were saddened to learn Sarah had been killed in a car crash along with her family when a drunk driver ran a stop light. You collapsed heartbroken you never get to be with Sarah's butt ever again. Nothing could console you from this fact as you sank into a deep depression. Not even when Niomi Brown, an African American student who you knew as Sarah's best friend, kept you inside her butt as your new handler for the remainder of that school year.
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