Cassy accepts her mother's explanation.
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
Cassie visibly anguished between her desire to be you and the excitement of spending a whole weekend with her family. She had no reason at all not to take her mother at her word. Everything she heard her mom say about all the things Jake got for them was exactly what she'd knew he'd do. He simply was that kind of man to put others before himself.
This was the very reason she wanted to be with you in the first place.
"Oh!" Kimberly cried out in happy surprise. "There he goes squirming around again. You definitely got a needy little man sweetie. Always trying to get my attention for one thing or another. I swear, he's simply too demanding. I can't get a moments rest."
"Yeah Cassie. I don't know how you stand all that energy he has. It's boundless. He kept us up nearly all night with his insessent pleas." Irina added, playing along.
"Pleas?" Cassie inquired.
"I... I shouldn't be saying anything..." Irina tried her best to sound guilty, "considering how embarrassed he seemed telling us the story of how he got his favorite nickname from Sarah. You know, that school bully of his growing up. He said he told you about her right?"
Cassie raised her eyebrow. "What're you talking about? What did he..." Cassie blinked wide realizing what story Irina was referring to. "Oh! Jake told you? He didn't ask for you to..."
"Well... He... He told us... When your mother and I asked how we could ever repay him for all the nice things he's doing for us the darling only asked... No... Practically begged us... to call him Butt Boy from now on." Irina stated bashfully. "At first we thought he was joking about it." She went on to explain. "But after the story he told of his school days and how he spent every day up that young girls bum for like, what, seven years or something, we knew he wasn't kidding at all. We saw how proud he was telling how he earned that nickname. You shoulda seen how desperately he was begging us. It was so adorably cute."
Cassie shot her sisters a stern glance hearing them blurt out giggling at her fiance's expense. They quickly slapped their hands over their mouths, both shrugging apologetically. Whether they meant it or not she wasn't certain. This was the kind of reaction Cassie had feared others doing hearing what her husband-to-be loved to be called. For this very reason she refused to call him Butt Boy. Bad enough she felt uneasy others seeing him as less of a person due to his diminutive stature without adding an insult they can use at him. No matter if he liked it she couldn't bear to have the love of her life as the butt of their jokes.
Plus, what would that make her when they married? Mrs. Butt Boy?
"Mom I know that... Jake... said he wants to be called..." Cassie braced herself before forcing herself to say it, "Butt Boy. But I don't think..."
"Come-on Case!" Sophie interrupted. "Don't be such a sour puss. If he wants to be called Butt Boy then I say we do it. He's giving us all an amazing weekend together. It's the least we could do for him right?"
Maddy rolled her eyes. She hated having to agree with her baby sister. Even more so agreeing with her elder sister's husband-to-be. Being a middle child sucked most of the time. Often times having to be the peacemaker between her siblings. She reached over to hold Cassie's hand in support. No matter what she would always be on her family's side.
"Alright. Fine! Whatever. Just don't anyone go taking it too far. Jakes' my fiance'. He deserves to be treated the same as any of us. Don't forget that." Cassie threatened.
Irina warmly smiled, "Don't you mean Butt Boy?"
Everyone, Cassie included, burst up laughing at Irina's jestful correction. She leaned her head against Sophie's shoulder while patting the back of Maddy's hand. Cassie was still apprehensive about calling you Butt Boy herself. She was not even completely sure she was okay with everyone else caring you that either. But as long as it was done in love, or playfulness at worst, then she figured she could learn to live with it.
Just then Kimberly felt you shuffling about off inside the back of her panties trying to separate her cheeks. "Ugh! What is it now? I can't understand what you're saying back there you know."
"Here, let me see what our little Butt Boy wants." Irina winked at Cassie placing her ear close to Kimberly's butt.
Cassie chuckled watching Irina's half of the conversation. "Mm hmm. Yes? I can hear you. Really? Sure I can do that for you. No problem. Huh? Oh my! You sure? Ok! Ok! Don't worry. I'll ask her. Settle down. I was just making sure you really wanted her to do that. Yes. I'm sure she'd be happy too. Yes. Awe. You're welcome. Huh? What'd you say? I didn't quite get that." Irina made a show of pushing her hair behind her ear and leaning closer in to her friend's crack. "Yes, Cassie's here. Uh huh. Ok. I'll tell her. I know she loves you too. Ok. You don't have too much fun in there alright. Ha ha ha. Well will. Kay, bye Butt Boy."
You, to point out a fact, weren't saying anything. You heard Irina crystal clearly determining she must be talking to your Cassie or one of her family members. It didn't occur to you, at all, that you were the one she was having the conversation with. Not until the end. But why would she be pretending to be doing so?
"What he say?" Cassie questioned Irina.
"But Boy there." Irina said pointing her thumb at Kimberly's behind, "just wanted to ask a few favors."
Kimberly dropped her head on her bed. "See what I mean Case? Always something."
"Mom, if you're so sick of Butt..." Cassie paused, catching herself how comfortable she has quickly become with the nickname. "... of Jake then why don't you let me have him back?"
"You know Cassie, you should feel very greatful I'm kind enough to carry the burden of keeping your fiance' safe on me. What kind of mother would I be if you had to constantly worry about keeping your little man safe? Not to mention how uncomfortable you'd be having to carry him around all the time. I can tell you from first-hand experience how much he chafes me being back there. Just imagine how awkward it would be for you both in the bedroom after he spent all day in your hynie soaking up all your sweat and gas. No. You should be thanking me for saving you from that embarrassing scenario. You fiance' has."
Despite feeling her anger flaring up Cassie remained silent all throughout her mother's entire spill. Was her mom being serious? Did her mom honestly think she should be greatful that her fiance' is being treated like her mom's own personal pet? What was this that she said about her Jake having thanked her?
Against her better judgement Cassie cooled her heels. This was supposed to be a fun weekend. Jake had gone through all the trouble to make it so. It would be a dick move, on her part, to ruin it with a fight between her and her mom.
"You're right mom." Cassie groaned. "I'm sorry. I know you're only doing what's best. I just..."
Kimberly reached over taking her daughters free hand, "I know sweetie. I know."
That was all the reassurance she needed.
"Anyway, what did he want?" Cassie queried, still curious.
Irina cleared her throat. *Ahem* "Just a couple things really. First off he asked me to be the go between everyone and himself."
"Looks like you're not going to be the only one spending the weekend on booty duty huh Butt Boy?" Sophie snickered, talking straight at the middle of her mom's butt while looking directly at Irina.
Irina stuck out her tongue playfully.
You closed your eyes. Through gritted teeth you cursed under your breath. 'Whatever did I do,' you wonder, 'to piss off the Fates so bad to illicit such ill treatment?'
It was a horrible existence, to be sure, having to experience disgustingly foul-smelling home that you yourself had begged to live in. With all your heart no less. A solitary prison with no hope of parole or visitation. At least not until your warden remembered you in your cell. A grim reminder of just how helpless you honestly were to prevent Miss Smalls from doing anything she wanted to you. The unrelenting punishment your life has become is beyond the cruelest imaginations of the worst torturer on the planet, you figure.
Especially now with everyone being fine with your current predicament.
"As I was saying..." Irina resumed. "The third and last thing he said was to tell you he loved you Cassie."
"Wait, I think you skipped something." Sophie interrupted.
"Yeah Irina. What gives? Tell us the second thing he wanted." Maddy requested firmly.
Irina rubbed the back of her head nervously. "He wanted to... And I told him Kimberly would love too..."
"What Irina?" Cassie prodded her to reveal.
"He asked... saying how much he loved it when she did... he asked me if your mom could fart on him as much as she possibly could." Irina disclosed bashfully.
"Wh... What?!"
How does Cassie take "your" requests?
This was the very reason she wanted to be with you in the first place.
"Oh!" Kimberly cried out in happy surprise. "There he goes squirming around again. You definitely got a needy little man sweetie. Always trying to get my attention for one thing or another. I swear, he's simply too demanding. I can't get a moments rest."
"Yeah Cassie. I don't know how you stand all that energy he has. It's boundless. He kept us up nearly all night with his insessent pleas." Irina added, playing along.
"Pleas?" Cassie inquired.
"I... I shouldn't be saying anything..." Irina tried her best to sound guilty, "considering how embarrassed he seemed telling us the story of how he got his favorite nickname from Sarah. You know, that school bully of his growing up. He said he told you about her right?"
Cassie raised her eyebrow. "What're you talking about? What did he..." Cassie blinked wide realizing what story Irina was referring to. "Oh! Jake told you? He didn't ask for you to..."
"Well... He... He told us... When your mother and I asked how we could ever repay him for all the nice things he's doing for us the darling only asked... No... Practically begged us... to call him Butt Boy from now on." Irina stated bashfully. "At first we thought he was joking about it." She went on to explain. "But after the story he told of his school days and how he spent every day up that young girls bum for like, what, seven years or something, we knew he wasn't kidding at all. We saw how proud he was telling how he earned that nickname. You shoulda seen how desperately he was begging us. It was so adorably cute."
Cassie shot her sisters a stern glance hearing them blurt out giggling at her fiance's expense. They quickly slapped their hands over their mouths, both shrugging apologetically. Whether they meant it or not she wasn't certain. This was the kind of reaction Cassie had feared others doing hearing what her husband-to-be loved to be called. For this very reason she refused to call him Butt Boy. Bad enough she felt uneasy others seeing him as less of a person due to his diminutive stature without adding an insult they can use at him. No matter if he liked it she couldn't bear to have the love of her life as the butt of their jokes.
Plus, what would that make her when they married? Mrs. Butt Boy?
"Mom I know that... Jake... said he wants to be called..." Cassie braced herself before forcing herself to say it, "Butt Boy. But I don't think..."
"Come-on Case!" Sophie interrupted. "Don't be such a sour puss. If he wants to be called Butt Boy then I say we do it. He's giving us all an amazing weekend together. It's the least we could do for him right?"
Maddy rolled her eyes. She hated having to agree with her baby sister. Even more so agreeing with her elder sister's husband-to-be. Being a middle child sucked most of the time. Often times having to be the peacemaker between her siblings. She reached over to hold Cassie's hand in support. No matter what she would always be on her family's side.
"Alright. Fine! Whatever. Just don't anyone go taking it too far. Jakes' my fiance'. He deserves to be treated the same as any of us. Don't forget that." Cassie threatened.
Irina warmly smiled, "Don't you mean Butt Boy?"
Everyone, Cassie included, burst up laughing at Irina's jestful correction. She leaned her head against Sophie's shoulder while patting the back of Maddy's hand. Cassie was still apprehensive about calling you Butt Boy herself. She was not even completely sure she was okay with everyone else caring you that either. But as long as it was done in love, or playfulness at worst, then she figured she could learn to live with it.
Just then Kimberly felt you shuffling about off inside the back of her panties trying to separate her cheeks. "Ugh! What is it now? I can't understand what you're saying back there you know."
"Here, let me see what our little Butt Boy wants." Irina winked at Cassie placing her ear close to Kimberly's butt.
Cassie chuckled watching Irina's half of the conversation. "Mm hmm. Yes? I can hear you. Really? Sure I can do that for you. No problem. Huh? Oh my! You sure? Ok! Ok! Don't worry. I'll ask her. Settle down. I was just making sure you really wanted her to do that. Yes. I'm sure she'd be happy too. Yes. Awe. You're welcome. Huh? What'd you say? I didn't quite get that." Irina made a show of pushing her hair behind her ear and leaning closer in to her friend's crack. "Yes, Cassie's here. Uh huh. Ok. I'll tell her. I know she loves you too. Ok. You don't have too much fun in there alright. Ha ha ha. Well will. Kay, bye Butt Boy."
You, to point out a fact, weren't saying anything. You heard Irina crystal clearly determining she must be talking to your Cassie or one of her family members. It didn't occur to you, at all, that you were the one she was having the conversation with. Not until the end. But why would she be pretending to be doing so?
"What he say?" Cassie questioned Irina.
"But Boy there." Irina said pointing her thumb at Kimberly's behind, "just wanted to ask a few favors."
Kimberly dropped her head on her bed. "See what I mean Case? Always something."
"Mom, if you're so sick of Butt..." Cassie paused, catching herself how comfortable she has quickly become with the nickname. "... of Jake then why don't you let me have him back?"
"You know Cassie, you should feel very greatful I'm kind enough to carry the burden of keeping your fiance' safe on me. What kind of mother would I be if you had to constantly worry about keeping your little man safe? Not to mention how uncomfortable you'd be having to carry him around all the time. I can tell you from first-hand experience how much he chafes me being back there. Just imagine how awkward it would be for you both in the bedroom after he spent all day in your hynie soaking up all your sweat and gas. No. You should be thanking me for saving you from that embarrassing scenario. You fiance' has."
Despite feeling her anger flaring up Cassie remained silent all throughout her mother's entire spill. Was her mom being serious? Did her mom honestly think she should be greatful that her fiance' is being treated like her mom's own personal pet? What was this that she said about her Jake having thanked her?
Against her better judgement Cassie cooled her heels. This was supposed to be a fun weekend. Jake had gone through all the trouble to make it so. It would be a dick move, on her part, to ruin it with a fight between her and her mom.
"You're right mom." Cassie groaned. "I'm sorry. I know you're only doing what's best. I just..."
Kimberly reached over taking her daughters free hand, "I know sweetie. I know."
That was all the reassurance she needed.
"Anyway, what did he want?" Cassie queried, still curious.
Irina cleared her throat. *Ahem* "Just a couple things really. First off he asked me to be the go between everyone and himself."
"Looks like you're not going to be the only one spending the weekend on booty duty huh Butt Boy?" Sophie snickered, talking straight at the middle of her mom's butt while looking directly at Irina.
Irina stuck out her tongue playfully.
You closed your eyes. Through gritted teeth you cursed under your breath. 'Whatever did I do,' you wonder, 'to piss off the Fates so bad to illicit such ill treatment?'
It was a horrible existence, to be sure, having to experience disgustingly foul-smelling home that you yourself had begged to live in. With all your heart no less. A solitary prison with no hope of parole or visitation. At least not until your warden remembered you in your cell. A grim reminder of just how helpless you honestly were to prevent Miss Smalls from doing anything she wanted to you. The unrelenting punishment your life has become is beyond the cruelest imaginations of the worst torturer on the planet, you figure.
Especially now with everyone being fine with your current predicament.
"As I was saying..." Irina resumed. "The third and last thing he said was to tell you he loved you Cassie."
"Wait, I think you skipped something." Sophie interrupted.
"Yeah Irina. What gives? Tell us the second thing he wanted." Maddy requested firmly.
Irina rubbed the back of her head nervously. "He wanted to... And I told him Kimberly would love too..."
"What Irina?" Cassie prodded her to reveal.
"He asked... saying how much he loved it when she did... he asked me if your mom could fart on him as much as she possibly could." Irina disclosed bashfully.
"Wh... What?!"
How does Cassie take "your" requests?
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