Irina's Distracted Shopping (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
As the rest of the Smalls women changed into their swimsuits for a fun day at Atlantica, Irina waited patiently in the corner. She’d borrowed a plain white bikini top from Kimberly, as they were close in size. The fact that her white top didn’t match your tan tone bothered her internal fashion designer senses, but she pushed the feeling off for the moment.
She absentmindedly rocked back and forth on her heels as the minutes passed. Her rhythmic motion shifted her butt cheeks slightly up and down, hot flesh grinding against you from all sides. It seemed that no matter how slight a move Irina made, it caused innumerable uncomfortable humiliation for you.
Cassie was the first to be ready after Irina, and she approached her mother’s best friend with an amicable smile. Her matching blue two-piece was attractive but modest. “Hey Irina, do you think you could do something for me?” She asked.
Irina put her hand on your fiancée’s shoulder. “I’d do anything for you or your family, Cassie. Name it.”
Cassie blushed faintly. “Th-thanks. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping for new swimsuits. I heard there’s a gift shop with a huge clothing selection just a few hallways down from where we are now.” Cassie tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. “That way, you’d get some awesome new bikinis, and we could give Jake a rest.”
Irina’s eyes widened. “Oh, that is a great idea!” She glanced back at her prodigious rear, where you couldn’t even be seen save for your arms and legs wrapping around her hips. “Your cute squishy man is a great replacement, but I do feel a bit guilty about how much he’s handling right now.”
Seemingly demonstrating her point, Irina grabbed your thin, gangly arms and yanked you up her hips, ramming your body even further inside of her sweltering ass. Your squishy form, stretched to its limits, wedged itself far in her crack, the bodacious booty dunking you in sweat. You fought limply to pull away, but your attempts to wiggle or squirm were pitifully minute with how stretched and worn you were.
Cassie recoiled at Irina’s action, looking at the black-haired giantess with surprise. Irina caught her look and frowned innocently. “What’s wrong, Cassie dear? Do you think I actually should keep wearing your fiancé?” Irina truly hadn’t thought anything of readjusting you, nor how horribly rank and moist your imprisonment in her rear was. Realistically, how could a normal-sized woman like her know what being buried in a butt crack felt like?
Thankfully, the brunette girl recovered quickly. “Uh, no! No! I think buying a replacement is a better idea.” Cassie slung her purse over her shoulder. “In fact, I could go–”
“Nah, I can!” A cheery voice cut Cassie off. Beside her, Sophie had just entered the room, wearing a revealing bikini top and immodestly ripped shorts over her bikini bottoms. “I’m in the mood to buy some super cute clothes too, and I promised my social media follows I’d do some totes adorable modeling in the changing room.”
Cassie began to panic. “No, really Sophie, it’s alright. You don’t–”
Another voice interrupted from behind her. “Relax, Cassie. Let Sophie spend some quality time with Irina.” It was Kimberly, wearing a tight one-piece red swimsuit that seemed perhaps a size too small for her. “I’ve wanted to chat with you about a few things, actually. Sophie and Irina can take care of themselves.”
Irina nodded. “Yup! I have plenty of money with me, too, so if anything, I’ll need to be careful to not buy out the whole store! Ha ha!”
Kimberly smiled. “There. It’s decided, I’d say.”
Irina turned to the door after grabbing her purse, giggly Sophie following suit. Cassie watched with barely concealed worry as Irina began walking outside. Her heart sank watching her poor fiancé wedged so deeply in between the woman’s gargantuan cheeks, and she imagined how dark and sweaty it was for you. As her sister and neighbor closed the suite door, she realized glumly the situation was out of her hands…
…and she also missed the faint smile dancing across Kimberly’s face.
Out in the hall, Irina walked along with Sophie towards the gift shop. It was only a three-minute walk, but it felt like an eternity. Every step produced an almost comical jostling and jiggling of Irina’s butt cheeks, her hot flesh slapping you in the face over and over. Sweat caked your skin, a faint pungent scent overwhelmed your sense of smell, and every single noise was horribly muffled and distorted. You still fought to wiggle out an inch or two, though it was quite useless.
Reaching the store, Irina and Sophie balked at the staggering array of stylish and designer swimsuits, alongside bikinis emblazoned with the Atlantica logo. There were classic one- and two-piece sets in a rainbow assortment of patterns and colors, alongside risqué string bikinis, flowing swim dresses, and some unconventional swimwear. There were also cute sunglasses, flip flops, and hats.
Sophie squealed with delight and rushed off down on of the aisles. Irina followed suit with a bit more restraint, though her mind was already racing at all the possibilities. Her eye was drawn to the elaborately colored two-piece sets. Interestingly, each set had the bikini top facing out, and the bikini bottoms tied around the top in a semi-bow shape. It allowed customers to easily pick a matching set off of the shelf.
Almost greedily, Irina grabbed an alluring purple set, and flowery red set, a polka dot pink set, and a deep sea-blue set from the shelf. She also helped herself to a snow-white swimdress and a pitch-black one-piece. Her arms were getting heavy carrying the full load.
A faint thought in her mind reminded her that her tan bottoms didn’t match her white top, so she reached for matching white bottoms. Hesitating, she recalled the top was actually borrowed from Kimberly, and she’d have to give it back. Switching her train of thought, Irina instead picked up a tan bikini top, adding it to the pile in her arms. The unbelievable irony of her selective memory once more served to torment you.
Strolling to the back of the gift shop, Irina entered the changing room. She heard Sophie giggling and taking selfies in one of the stalls, and she herself entered a stall, closing the door behind her. Delicately hanging each potential purchase on the rack of hooks, Irina then began stripping. Her humongous breasts heaved as the white top pulled off her, and she turned to working her thong out of her butt and down her legs.
She absentmindedly rocked back and forth on her heels as the minutes passed. Her rhythmic motion shifted her butt cheeks slightly up and down, hot flesh grinding against you from all sides. It seemed that no matter how slight a move Irina made, it caused innumerable uncomfortable humiliation for you.
Cassie was the first to be ready after Irina, and she approached her mother’s best friend with an amicable smile. Her matching blue two-piece was attractive but modest. “Hey Irina, do you think you could do something for me?” She asked.
Irina put her hand on your fiancée’s shoulder. “I’d do anything for you or your family, Cassie. Name it.”
Cassie blushed faintly. “Th-thanks. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping for new swimsuits. I heard there’s a gift shop with a huge clothing selection just a few hallways down from where we are now.” Cassie tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. “That way, you’d get some awesome new bikinis, and we could give Jake a rest.”
Irina’s eyes widened. “Oh, that is a great idea!” She glanced back at her prodigious rear, where you couldn’t even be seen save for your arms and legs wrapping around her hips. “Your cute squishy man is a great replacement, but I do feel a bit guilty about how much he’s handling right now.”
Seemingly demonstrating her point, Irina grabbed your thin, gangly arms and yanked you up her hips, ramming your body even further inside of her sweltering ass. Your squishy form, stretched to its limits, wedged itself far in her crack, the bodacious booty dunking you in sweat. You fought limply to pull away, but your attempts to wiggle or squirm were pitifully minute with how stretched and worn you were.
Cassie recoiled at Irina’s action, looking at the black-haired giantess with surprise. Irina caught her look and frowned innocently. “What’s wrong, Cassie dear? Do you think I actually should keep wearing your fiancé?” Irina truly hadn’t thought anything of readjusting you, nor how horribly rank and moist your imprisonment in her rear was. Realistically, how could a normal-sized woman like her know what being buried in a butt crack felt like?
Thankfully, the brunette girl recovered quickly. “Uh, no! No! I think buying a replacement is a better idea.” Cassie slung her purse over her shoulder. “In fact, I could go–”
“Nah, I can!” A cheery voice cut Cassie off. Beside her, Sophie had just entered the room, wearing a revealing bikini top and immodestly ripped shorts over her bikini bottoms. “I’m in the mood to buy some super cute clothes too, and I promised my social media follows I’d do some totes adorable modeling in the changing room.”
Cassie began to panic. “No, really Sophie, it’s alright. You don’t–”
Another voice interrupted from behind her. “Relax, Cassie. Let Sophie spend some quality time with Irina.” It was Kimberly, wearing a tight one-piece red swimsuit that seemed perhaps a size too small for her. “I’ve wanted to chat with you about a few things, actually. Sophie and Irina can take care of themselves.”
Irina nodded. “Yup! I have plenty of money with me, too, so if anything, I’ll need to be careful to not buy out the whole store! Ha ha!”
Kimberly smiled. “There. It’s decided, I’d say.”
Irina turned to the door after grabbing her purse, giggly Sophie following suit. Cassie watched with barely concealed worry as Irina began walking outside. Her heart sank watching her poor fiancé wedged so deeply in between the woman’s gargantuan cheeks, and she imagined how dark and sweaty it was for you. As her sister and neighbor closed the suite door, she realized glumly the situation was out of her hands…
…and she also missed the faint smile dancing across Kimberly’s face.
Out in the hall, Irina walked along with Sophie towards the gift shop. It was only a three-minute walk, but it felt like an eternity. Every step produced an almost comical jostling and jiggling of Irina’s butt cheeks, her hot flesh slapping you in the face over and over. Sweat caked your skin, a faint pungent scent overwhelmed your sense of smell, and every single noise was horribly muffled and distorted. You still fought to wiggle out an inch or two, though it was quite useless.
Reaching the store, Irina and Sophie balked at the staggering array of stylish and designer swimsuits, alongside bikinis emblazoned with the Atlantica logo. There were classic one- and two-piece sets in a rainbow assortment of patterns and colors, alongside risqué string bikinis, flowing swim dresses, and some unconventional swimwear. There were also cute sunglasses, flip flops, and hats.
Sophie squealed with delight and rushed off down on of the aisles. Irina followed suit with a bit more restraint, though her mind was already racing at all the possibilities. Her eye was drawn to the elaborately colored two-piece sets. Interestingly, each set had the bikini top facing out, and the bikini bottoms tied around the top in a semi-bow shape. It allowed customers to easily pick a matching set off of the shelf.
Almost greedily, Irina grabbed an alluring purple set, and flowery red set, a polka dot pink set, and a deep sea-blue set from the shelf. She also helped herself to a snow-white swimdress and a pitch-black one-piece. Her arms were getting heavy carrying the full load.
A faint thought in her mind reminded her that her tan bottoms didn’t match her white top, so she reached for matching white bottoms. Hesitating, she recalled the top was actually borrowed from Kimberly, and she’d have to give it back. Switching her train of thought, Irina instead picked up a tan bikini top, adding it to the pile in her arms. The unbelievable irony of her selective memory once more served to torment you.
Strolling to the back of the gift shop, Irina entered the changing room. She heard Sophie giggling and taking selfies in one of the stalls, and she herself entered a stall, closing the door behind her. Delicately hanging each potential purchase on the rack of hooks, Irina then began stripping. Her humongous breasts heaved as the white top pulled off her, and she turned to working her thong out of her butt and down her legs.
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March 28, 2025
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