Playful banter in the bathroom with Kimberly.
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
"I promise, honey, from now on to only fart on your little man on purpose."
Cassie immediately blushed beet red as her sisters, along with Irina, burst out laughing hearing Kimberly proclaim her oath. The smug expression plastered upon her mother's face was completely lost on Cassie. She was too embarrassed to look at her mom's wicked smile. Unfortunately for Cassie everyone else was also too busy reeling from Kimberly's statement to notice anything afoul in her demeanor. Kimberly's cruel intentions towards you would continue to be hidden from Cassie for the foreseeable future it seemes.
Kimberly turns, enjoying the sensation of your firmly wedged body struggling between her cheeks. Like a good thing, though, all your feeble attempts manage to do is give her anal canal a good flossing as she strides into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She leans her ear against the wood listening to her posse stumble out of the room. Their playful taunting of her eldest daughter's groom-to-be getting irritated responses from Cassie. Music to her ears. Kimberly bites her lower lip thinking how well her plan is progressing.
Your view is no longer filled by your soon-to-be mother-in-law's bare ass when light suddenly dawned in on you from above blinding you. Feeling yourself plucked from your home you reflexively scramble to try to get back. This made Kimberly chuckle saying, "It's okay little guy. I'll put you back home in a few minutes. Don't worry. Momma's just gotta do her business first."
Your eyes adjust just in time to see her looking straight at you. You wave your arm meekly. Instantly you cower seeing her sneer in response. Just then you heard a low gurgling noise eminate from below her belly. Instinctively you knew what this meant.
"Time for some training Butt Boy." Your captress told you.
Since Cassie had handed you off to her mom's ever so gracious care she has gone to great lengths to ensure you are belittled. Case in point, every time Kimberly has needed to go number two she would take you out of her ass only to set you behind her on the toilet seat. Even though this has happened only a few times so far, the first time being at her house before stuffing you up her ass, you've felt emasculated having to be treated like her pet. With Kimberly being the matriarch in charge of the family there was little you could do or say to stop her from doing this to you no matter if you had had the power to do so anyway.
Each time she took you out to go potty you were strictly ordered to watch her defecate while eating a mortal of food she gave you. At first these were pieces of whatever meal she was eating at the time such a peanut during the flight. Lately they seemed to be indistinguishable mooshy globs. You suspected they were remnants she picked out from between her teeth. Whatever they were you knew better than to complain less you look ungrateful for her kindness and risk punishment.
You gawked up in awe as Kimberly turned taking down her coverings to reveal her magnificent ass above you in all its glory. A sense of overwhelming pride washed over you thinking how lucky you were to be with such an amazing booty. It descended rapidly hitting the toilet seat with a thud that nearly knocked you in.
"Be careful not to fall in Butt Boy." She jested.
You had indeed once had the misfortune of splashing into the toilet by accident the first time she plopped herself in the hotel lobby's ladies room. You had to wait, wading in the waters as she pelted you with her piss, until she fished you out with the toilet brush. Still, the look of contemplation she had on when she jiggled the handle to flush you had you terrified shed actually do it. You made sure to always hold on to the seat for dear life after that incident.
Having watched her wiggle a bit for comfort her finger then appeared before you with your meal on its tip. A very unappetizing glob of wet brown stuff. You tentively take it while giving your upmost appreciation to your provider. She huffs, shrugging off your praise, commanding then for you to watch your favorite movie.
You don't dare take your eyes off of the show. Eating your meager dinner you observe gargantuan logs push themselves out of the hole you were minutes before and gglibg against. You feel really small noting how each piece of her shit is much, much larger than yourself. At almost a foot tall you sincerely hope your perspective was off or that you might be idolizing Kimberly a bit too much.
According to your counselor years of being squished in various ways has ruined your sense of self worth. Then again she had told you that you shouldn't be concerned with self image considering how everyone looks down on you. That you'd always be looking up to anyone you meet. Your mom whole-heartedly agreed with your counselor that you ought to forget about impressing others since that's never going to happen and simply accept your lot in life and try to make the best of it. Much to your humiliation your sessions, having your identity protected for insurance reasons, were a best hit seller for the counselor in how to properly develope a submissive males upbringing.
You desperately hoped Kimberly never read that book.
Normally watching somethimg like this would've put off your appetite completely. Especially with the overpowering aroma of Kimberly's farts loitering around you. However, the whole affair has become so routine that you actually look forward to it since these are the only times you get to have something to eat. Your mouth salavates the second she places you on the stool. It's as if your mind associates bathroom time with being fed like a pet. You hated being treated that way. But you grin and bare it for the sake of not looking bad to Cassie's mother.
Still you can't help but wonder why Kimberly only lets you eat when she's taking a dump.
Kimberly finishes dripping her kids in the pool then stands up. With her business done she takes you to the sink counter where she proceeds to hand you some toilet paper. This is, by far, the most degrading part you loathed. Not only were you charged with the disgusting task of cleaning her ass but you had to beg her for the honor of doing it. In Kimberly's words, 'A responsible man ought to keep his home clean as well as being respectful to his suprior and his superior's priosterior.'
You'd caught her slight chuckle to her own quip and wisely kept quiet about it.
"Miss Smalls. Your beauty is without compare. I'd hate seeing any blemish on your most perfect skin. May I please, pretty please, have the honor of wiping you up?" You plead.
"Oh! Did you leave your room all messy ag ain? Ugh! You're not making a very good impression on me. You know there's nothing I despise more than a slovenly man. My sweet Cassie deserves better than you. Don't you agree?" Kimberly states more thàn asks.
You gulp, explaining, "Yes Miss Smalls. She does. I'm so, so, very sorry. It's all my fault. Please. I'd do anything if you let me make it up to you."
"Hmm... Okay. Fine." Kimberly mock scoffs, "If you really feel that way and honestly mean what you say then there's one thing you could do for me if you want my forgiveness."
"Yes! Yes! Anything!" You exclaim excitedly eating the toilet paper.
"That's a good boy." Kimberly praised condescendingly. "What I want you to do is ask Cassie if it's okay for you to ask her ex to be your best man."
"Her... Her ex?" You worriedly stammer.
Cassie told you about her ex Adam and how madly in love with him she was. Their relationship was tumultuous to say the least. Breaking up only to get back together many times. Eventually Adam called it quits for good citing how the indecisiveness of Cassie being too much to handle. yet knowing how her mother is now you figure she had a hand in breaking them apart somehow too. Cassie confided in you then that if given the chance she'd happily get back together with him.
You dread the thought Kimberly was trying to play matchmaker.
"You don't have any problem with that do you? Jealousy is such an ugly emotion. It really makes a person seem... Well... Small. Wouldn't you agree?" Kimberly coo'd putting her finger under your chin.
"Yes... Yes... I... I mean. No. I don't Hany a problem. I'd love to have Adam as my best man." You begrudgingly concede.
Withdrawaling her finger Kimberly stood tall overlooking you. "Good boy!" She spoke, as if you were a puppy who'd done a good trick.
Despite her tone you couldn't help yourself from feeling not only proud but also aroused at the same time. There was just something about her low sultry voice that was irresistible. It may have been your own ruminations but you thought she was coming into you.
When she turns back around Kimberly slightly parts her cheeks. There you see the smudged remains of her poop all smeared up and down her crack. Luckily most of it is around her asshole. The task won't be too difficult to complete this time, you thought. You just don't look forward to having yourself stained up to your elbows again by the older woman's feces.
"Come-on now. Kimberly intices. "You don't have all day dilly-dallying. Everyone is expecting us downstairs. You don't want to keep them waiting do you?"
"No..." You sulk.
"No what?" Kimberly chastised, leaning her ear a bit closer.
"No Goddess." You reaffirm, reaching up to start your chore.
"Good boy." Kimberly smiles feeling your enthusiastic efforts.
Cassie immediately blushed beet red as her sisters, along with Irina, burst out laughing hearing Kimberly proclaim her oath. The smug expression plastered upon her mother's face was completely lost on Cassie. She was too embarrassed to look at her mom's wicked smile. Unfortunately for Cassie everyone else was also too busy reeling from Kimberly's statement to notice anything afoul in her demeanor. Kimberly's cruel intentions towards you would continue to be hidden from Cassie for the foreseeable future it seemes.
Kimberly turns, enjoying the sensation of your firmly wedged body struggling between her cheeks. Like a good thing, though, all your feeble attempts manage to do is give her anal canal a good flossing as she strides into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She leans her ear against the wood listening to her posse stumble out of the room. Their playful taunting of her eldest daughter's groom-to-be getting irritated responses from Cassie. Music to her ears. Kimberly bites her lower lip thinking how well her plan is progressing.
Your view is no longer filled by your soon-to-be mother-in-law's bare ass when light suddenly dawned in on you from above blinding you. Feeling yourself plucked from your home you reflexively scramble to try to get back. This made Kimberly chuckle saying, "It's okay little guy. I'll put you back home in a few minutes. Don't worry. Momma's just gotta do her business first."
Your eyes adjust just in time to see her looking straight at you. You wave your arm meekly. Instantly you cower seeing her sneer in response. Just then you heard a low gurgling noise eminate from below her belly. Instinctively you knew what this meant.
"Time for some training Butt Boy." Your captress told you.
Since Cassie had handed you off to her mom's ever so gracious care she has gone to great lengths to ensure you are belittled. Case in point, every time Kimberly has needed to go number two she would take you out of her ass only to set you behind her on the toilet seat. Even though this has happened only a few times so far, the first time being at her house before stuffing you up her ass, you've felt emasculated having to be treated like her pet. With Kimberly being the matriarch in charge of the family there was little you could do or say to stop her from doing this to you no matter if you had had the power to do so anyway.
Each time she took you out to go potty you were strictly ordered to watch her defecate while eating a mortal of food she gave you. At first these were pieces of whatever meal she was eating at the time such a peanut during the flight. Lately they seemed to be indistinguishable mooshy globs. You suspected they were remnants she picked out from between her teeth. Whatever they were you knew better than to complain less you look ungrateful for her kindness and risk punishment.
You gawked up in awe as Kimberly turned taking down her coverings to reveal her magnificent ass above you in all its glory. A sense of overwhelming pride washed over you thinking how lucky you were to be with such an amazing booty. It descended rapidly hitting the toilet seat with a thud that nearly knocked you in.
"Be careful not to fall in Butt Boy." She jested.
You had indeed once had the misfortune of splashing into the toilet by accident the first time she plopped herself in the hotel lobby's ladies room. You had to wait, wading in the waters as she pelted you with her piss, until she fished you out with the toilet brush. Still, the look of contemplation she had on when she jiggled the handle to flush you had you terrified shed actually do it. You made sure to always hold on to the seat for dear life after that incident.
Having watched her wiggle a bit for comfort her finger then appeared before you with your meal on its tip. A very unappetizing glob of wet brown stuff. You tentively take it while giving your upmost appreciation to your provider. She huffs, shrugging off your praise, commanding then for you to watch your favorite movie.
You don't dare take your eyes off of the show. Eating your meager dinner you observe gargantuan logs push themselves out of the hole you were minutes before and gglibg against. You feel really small noting how each piece of her shit is much, much larger than yourself. At almost a foot tall you sincerely hope your perspective was off or that you might be idolizing Kimberly a bit too much.
According to your counselor years of being squished in various ways has ruined your sense of self worth. Then again she had told you that you shouldn't be concerned with self image considering how everyone looks down on you. That you'd always be looking up to anyone you meet. Your mom whole-heartedly agreed with your counselor that you ought to forget about impressing others since that's never going to happen and simply accept your lot in life and try to make the best of it. Much to your humiliation your sessions, having your identity protected for insurance reasons, were a best hit seller for the counselor in how to properly develope a submissive males upbringing.
You desperately hoped Kimberly never read that book.
Normally watching somethimg like this would've put off your appetite completely. Especially with the overpowering aroma of Kimberly's farts loitering around you. However, the whole affair has become so routine that you actually look forward to it since these are the only times you get to have something to eat. Your mouth salavates the second she places you on the stool. It's as if your mind associates bathroom time with being fed like a pet. You hated being treated that way. But you grin and bare it for the sake of not looking bad to Cassie's mother.
Still you can't help but wonder why Kimberly only lets you eat when she's taking a dump.
Kimberly finishes dripping her kids in the pool then stands up. With her business done she takes you to the sink counter where she proceeds to hand you some toilet paper. This is, by far, the most degrading part you loathed. Not only were you charged with the disgusting task of cleaning her ass but you had to beg her for the honor of doing it. In Kimberly's words, 'A responsible man ought to keep his home clean as well as being respectful to his suprior and his superior's priosterior.'
You'd caught her slight chuckle to her own quip and wisely kept quiet about it.
"Miss Smalls. Your beauty is without compare. I'd hate seeing any blemish on your most perfect skin. May I please, pretty please, have the honor of wiping you up?" You plead.
"Oh! Did you leave your room all messy ag ain? Ugh! You're not making a very good impression on me. You know there's nothing I despise more than a slovenly man. My sweet Cassie deserves better than you. Don't you agree?" Kimberly states more thàn asks.
You gulp, explaining, "Yes Miss Smalls. She does. I'm so, so, very sorry. It's all my fault. Please. I'd do anything if you let me make it up to you."
"Hmm... Okay. Fine." Kimberly mock scoffs, "If you really feel that way and honestly mean what you say then there's one thing you could do for me if you want my forgiveness."
"Yes! Yes! Anything!" You exclaim excitedly eating the toilet paper.
"That's a good boy." Kimberly praised condescendingly. "What I want you to do is ask Cassie if it's okay for you to ask her ex to be your best man."
"Her... Her ex?" You worriedly stammer.
Cassie told you about her ex Adam and how madly in love with him she was. Their relationship was tumultuous to say the least. Breaking up only to get back together many times. Eventually Adam called it quits for good citing how the indecisiveness of Cassie being too much to handle. yet knowing how her mother is now you figure she had a hand in breaking them apart somehow too. Cassie confided in you then that if given the chance she'd happily get back together with him.
You dread the thought Kimberly was trying to play matchmaker.
"You don't have any problem with that do you? Jealousy is such an ugly emotion. It really makes a person seem... Well... Small. Wouldn't you agree?" Kimberly coo'd putting her finger under your chin.
"Yes... Yes... I... I mean. No. I don't Hany a problem. I'd love to have Adam as my best man." You begrudgingly concede.
Withdrawaling her finger Kimberly stood tall overlooking you. "Good boy!" She spoke, as if you were a puppy who'd done a good trick.
Despite her tone you couldn't help yourself from feeling not only proud but also aroused at the same time. There was just something about her low sultry voice that was irresistible. It may have been your own ruminations but you thought she was coming into you.
When she turns back around Kimberly slightly parts her cheeks. There you see the smudged remains of her poop all smeared up and down her crack. Luckily most of it is around her asshole. The task won't be too difficult to complete this time, you thought. You just don't look forward to having yourself stained up to your elbows again by the older woman's feces.
"Come-on now. Kimberly intices. "You don't have all day dilly-dallying. Everyone is expecting us downstairs. You don't want to keep them waiting do you?"
"No..." You sulk.
"No what?" Kimberly chastised, leaning her ear a bit closer.
"No Goddess." You reaffirm, reaching up to start your chore.
"Good boy." Kimberly smiles feeling your enthusiastic efforts.
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