Irina's Distracted Shopping (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
The blast of cold air that hit you chilled you to the bone as Irina at last retrieved you from your swampy ass crack. The bright lights of the changing room stung your eyes briefly, and you basked in the sensation of fresh air and the sweat that caked you finally drying. Your vision adjusted as Irina worked your stretchy limbs down her thick thigs and long legs, finally slipping her feet out from the makeshift holes she’d formed with your arms and legs.
Holding you loosely, you prepared for Irina to apologize for wearing you, or at least set you down and give you space to reform. You also tried to avert your gaze from her fully naked body, as she was still mostly a stranger to you, but it was impossible with your mushed face. Until you reformed a bit more, you wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so the conversation you still felt was impending would be one sided.
However, the absolute last thing you expected was for Irina to merely wrap your looped limbs around a vacant hook on the clothes rack, and then turn away from you. Your eyes widened in panic as the titanic black-haired giantess simply plucked one of her many potential purchases from the rack and began wiggling her gratuitously curvy body into the tight swimwear. Had she truly forgotten about you?
You willed your body to reform quickly, but then came to a startling relaxation. With your hands and feet bound into loops, you didn’t think they’d actually be capable of reforming at all. And with your body stretched and squished, it wouldn’t be much use either. In fact, the only part of your body truly capable of reforming out of your thong-shape was your head, so you could at least communicate.
This was easy said than done, however. As the minutes passed by, you made almost no progress on reforming your head and mouth. Soon thirty minutes had passed, and you felt no closer than when you’d first been freed. Irina’s ass had demolished you, even with how short its claim on your body had been. All you could do was stare upwards at the tan bikini top hanging on the hook above you, the significance of that fact not yet dawning on you.
With only two suits left to try, Irina, naked again, glanced at the rack, her eyes falling onto you and the top. Unfortunately, her brain told her she already knew what you felt like, so she didn’t spare you a second glance, and instead focused on the tan top above you. The oblivious giantess chewed on her lip for a second, frowning.
“Hm, you know what?” She said softly but aloud. “I don’t actually think tan is my color. I’ll return this set.” She nodded as if to confirm her decision, then pulled you and the top from the rack. As she grabbed you, her hand crunched down on your body, hiding your visible human features clenched in her palm. She bunched your thong-body and the top together and tossed them onto the bench beside her.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door. “Hey hey, Irina!” Sophie’s unmistakably bubbly voice called from the other side. “Almost done? I’m all set.”
Irina reached over and unlatched the door, allowing her best friend’s daughter in. She addressed her. “Yes, Sophie dear. I just need to try on one more swimsuit. I think I’ll buy all of this, it’s so gorgeous.”
Sophie, who had purchased a wide-brimmed flower hat and gaudy sunglasses, was wearing both. She also held a bag with two cute, revealing swimsuits she’d purchased. “Great! Remember, if there’s something you find super adorable, you can wear it out of the store. They’ll scan the price at the register, then cut the tag. You don’t have to leave here with what you wore in!”
Irina’s eyes raised approvingly. “Really? That’s great, because this white swimdress is calling my name.” Irina chuckled and began slipping the eye-catching swimwear on. Sophie’s wandering gaze fell on your body, bundled up with the tan bikini top, lying on the bench.
“Do you want this stuff too, or should I return it?” She inquired innocently, and your blood ran cold.
Without even looking back at her, Irina answered. “Oh, yes, you could be a dear and return it for me. Tan isn’t quite my color, I don’t think.”
“Can do!” Sophie saluted comically, then scooped you up into her smooth arms. She left the stall, closing the door behind her, and skipped back into the shop. As she walked, your body rolled out on top of the top, your face staring up into her angelic, naïve smile. Mentally screaming at her as your mouth had yet to reform, you willed her to look down and notice you.
Miraculously, she actually did, stopping in her tracks as she beheld the tan thong with a vaguely human-shaped body. Quirking her mouth to the side, the blonde’s eyes glinted playfully. “Ooh, what a silly-looking thong. Kinda cute though, but a bit big for me.” She said aloud, tracing a finger over your face. “Neat design. Hee hee!”
Your hopes shattered. Of course Sophie wouldn’t recognize you. She and Maddie hadn’t been told about you volunteering to be molded into Irina’s thong. Why would she ever expect you to subject yourself to that. Also, as you recalled, Sophie hadn’t seen or heard about your ability to be shaped into various objects. On top of that, Sophie’s air headedness meant any passing resemblance that anyone else might’ve picked up on by looking at you sailed right over her pretty head.
Walking towards the store employee, Sophie held you and the tan top out. “Sorry, my friend doesn’t want to buy this. Where should I put it?”
The clerk smiled graciously. “I’ll handle it. Thank you, miss.” Sophie dropped you into the shop girl’s waiting hands, and then strolled away, already dropping you from her memory as she uploaded a few more cute pics of herself to her followers.
Stepping out from behind the counter, the employee held you tightly in her grip as she approached the sprawling assortment of bikinis. Finding an appropriate empty hook, she delicately hung the bikini top on the hook, the exterior of the cups facing outward. She then took your body, stretched your torso a bit with her fingers, and began wrapping you around the top, as all the other bottoms in the store were.
You internally screamed and panicked, trying your hardest to twitch and wiggle out of the girl’s hands, to no avail. Your body refused to move as the girl wound your chest around the center of the bikini top. Your face was soon crushed into your lower half as the girl wrapped you in two circles. She then took your looped limbs and tied them into neat bows around the two cups, perfectly framing your thong-shaped body. As she pulled the knots tight and let go, you held in place.
Admiring her work for a second, the employee smiled before taking a nearby price sticker dispenser and slipping it onto the placard above your hook. Taking a pen from her pocket, she scribbled a price in to match the other bikinis all around you. Finished, she strolled back to the counter and sat down by the register, taking a cue from Sophie’s book and almost immediately filing the memory out of her mind. What use did she have to remember clearly something she did hundreds of times a day?
As if to deny the reality of your situation, you tried wiggling and moving, but it was as useless as ever. Your strung-up arms and legs had been knotted so tight they wouldn’t budge remotely. Your torso was wrapped so strongly around the mid-section of the bikini top that you couldn’t even dream of reforming. Your face was also pressed into itself, hiding your most recognizable feature from the world and keeping your mouth from reforming and shouting out. For as long as you remained on this hook, you’d keep your thong-shape.
You were hit by a wave of despair so strong you reeled, still fervently trying to escape despite the futility of it all. You didn’t even hear Irina walk by, clad in her new white swimdress, and the other bikinis in her arms. She briefly glanced at the shelf, her eyes sweeping over you without a care in the world. You blended in perfectly with the other bikini thongs your exact shape and size, just in different colors. You looked nothing like a human, and exactly like you belonged. Even the price tag sticker above you and the bikini top practically denounced your humanity.
Irina paid for her new swimsuits and then left with Sophie, the two women chatting excitedly about their plans for the day. On the way back to the room, they ran into Kimberly and Maddie, who were off to grab some food from the dining hall. Cassie, feeling stressed from worrying about you, and elected to stop by the sauna for a short relaxation session.
Kimberly immediately noted Irina’s new swimwear, and also that no tan thong appeared to be in her bag of purchases. She frowned in confusion, but shrugged her shoulders as her daughters and Irina hurried off to the dining hall. Smiling a bit, she trailed after them.
Back in the store, there was nothing you could do but wallow in your own self-pity. Unable to move to get someone’s attention, and unable to reform while tied into tight knots and wrapped up like a bow, you could only act the part of a good little thong bikini. Minutes passed into an hour, your body screaming with the aches of holding the same position, but still no miracle saved you. How long would this last?
Holding you loosely, you prepared for Irina to apologize for wearing you, or at least set you down and give you space to reform. You also tried to avert your gaze from her fully naked body, as she was still mostly a stranger to you, but it was impossible with your mushed face. Until you reformed a bit more, you wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so the conversation you still felt was impending would be one sided.
However, the absolute last thing you expected was for Irina to merely wrap your looped limbs around a vacant hook on the clothes rack, and then turn away from you. Your eyes widened in panic as the titanic black-haired giantess simply plucked one of her many potential purchases from the rack and began wiggling her gratuitously curvy body into the tight swimwear. Had she truly forgotten about you?
You willed your body to reform quickly, but then came to a startling relaxation. With your hands and feet bound into loops, you didn’t think they’d actually be capable of reforming at all. And with your body stretched and squished, it wouldn’t be much use either. In fact, the only part of your body truly capable of reforming out of your thong-shape was your head, so you could at least communicate.
This was easy said than done, however. As the minutes passed by, you made almost no progress on reforming your head and mouth. Soon thirty minutes had passed, and you felt no closer than when you’d first been freed. Irina’s ass had demolished you, even with how short its claim on your body had been. All you could do was stare upwards at the tan bikini top hanging on the hook above you, the significance of that fact not yet dawning on you.
With only two suits left to try, Irina, naked again, glanced at the rack, her eyes falling onto you and the top. Unfortunately, her brain told her she already knew what you felt like, so she didn’t spare you a second glance, and instead focused on the tan top above you. The oblivious giantess chewed on her lip for a second, frowning.
“Hm, you know what?” She said softly but aloud. “I don’t actually think tan is my color. I’ll return this set.” She nodded as if to confirm her decision, then pulled you and the top from the rack. As she grabbed you, her hand crunched down on your body, hiding your visible human features clenched in her palm. She bunched your thong-body and the top together and tossed them onto the bench beside her.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door. “Hey hey, Irina!” Sophie’s unmistakably bubbly voice called from the other side. “Almost done? I’m all set.”
Irina reached over and unlatched the door, allowing her best friend’s daughter in. She addressed her. “Yes, Sophie dear. I just need to try on one more swimsuit. I think I’ll buy all of this, it’s so gorgeous.”
Sophie, who had purchased a wide-brimmed flower hat and gaudy sunglasses, was wearing both. She also held a bag with two cute, revealing swimsuits she’d purchased. “Great! Remember, if there’s something you find super adorable, you can wear it out of the store. They’ll scan the price at the register, then cut the tag. You don’t have to leave here with what you wore in!”
Irina’s eyes raised approvingly. “Really? That’s great, because this white swimdress is calling my name.” Irina chuckled and began slipping the eye-catching swimwear on. Sophie’s wandering gaze fell on your body, bundled up with the tan bikini top, lying on the bench.
“Do you want this stuff too, or should I return it?” She inquired innocently, and your blood ran cold.
Without even looking back at her, Irina answered. “Oh, yes, you could be a dear and return it for me. Tan isn’t quite my color, I don’t think.”
“Can do!” Sophie saluted comically, then scooped you up into her smooth arms. She left the stall, closing the door behind her, and skipped back into the shop. As she walked, your body rolled out on top of the top, your face staring up into her angelic, naïve smile. Mentally screaming at her as your mouth had yet to reform, you willed her to look down and notice you.
Miraculously, she actually did, stopping in her tracks as she beheld the tan thong with a vaguely human-shaped body. Quirking her mouth to the side, the blonde’s eyes glinted playfully. “Ooh, what a silly-looking thong. Kinda cute though, but a bit big for me.” She said aloud, tracing a finger over your face. “Neat design. Hee hee!”
Your hopes shattered. Of course Sophie wouldn’t recognize you. She and Maddie hadn’t been told about you volunteering to be molded into Irina’s thong. Why would she ever expect you to subject yourself to that. Also, as you recalled, Sophie hadn’t seen or heard about your ability to be shaped into various objects. On top of that, Sophie’s air headedness meant any passing resemblance that anyone else might’ve picked up on by looking at you sailed right over her pretty head.
Walking towards the store employee, Sophie held you and the tan top out. “Sorry, my friend doesn’t want to buy this. Where should I put it?”
The clerk smiled graciously. “I’ll handle it. Thank you, miss.” Sophie dropped you into the shop girl’s waiting hands, and then strolled away, already dropping you from her memory as she uploaded a few more cute pics of herself to her followers.
Stepping out from behind the counter, the employee held you tightly in her grip as she approached the sprawling assortment of bikinis. Finding an appropriate empty hook, she delicately hung the bikini top on the hook, the exterior of the cups facing outward. She then took your body, stretched your torso a bit with her fingers, and began wrapping you around the top, as all the other bottoms in the store were.
You internally screamed and panicked, trying your hardest to twitch and wiggle out of the girl’s hands, to no avail. Your body refused to move as the girl wound your chest around the center of the bikini top. Your face was soon crushed into your lower half as the girl wrapped you in two circles. She then took your looped limbs and tied them into neat bows around the two cups, perfectly framing your thong-shaped body. As she pulled the knots tight and let go, you held in place.
Admiring her work for a second, the employee smiled before taking a nearby price sticker dispenser and slipping it onto the placard above your hook. Taking a pen from her pocket, she scribbled a price in to match the other bikinis all around you. Finished, she strolled back to the counter and sat down by the register, taking a cue from Sophie’s book and almost immediately filing the memory out of her mind. What use did she have to remember clearly something she did hundreds of times a day?
As if to deny the reality of your situation, you tried wiggling and moving, but it was as useless as ever. Your strung-up arms and legs had been knotted so tight they wouldn’t budge remotely. Your torso was wrapped so strongly around the mid-section of the bikini top that you couldn’t even dream of reforming. Your face was also pressed into itself, hiding your most recognizable feature from the world and keeping your mouth from reforming and shouting out. For as long as you remained on this hook, you’d keep your thong-shape.
You were hit by a wave of despair so strong you reeled, still fervently trying to escape despite the futility of it all. You didn’t even hear Irina walk by, clad in her new white swimdress, and the other bikinis in her arms. She briefly glanced at the shelf, her eyes sweeping over you without a care in the world. You blended in perfectly with the other bikini thongs your exact shape and size, just in different colors. You looked nothing like a human, and exactly like you belonged. Even the price tag sticker above you and the bikini top practically denounced your humanity.
Irina paid for her new swimsuits and then left with Sophie, the two women chatting excitedly about their plans for the day. On the way back to the room, they ran into Kimberly and Maddie, who were off to grab some food from the dining hall. Cassie, feeling stressed from worrying about you, and elected to stop by the sauna for a short relaxation session.
Kimberly immediately noted Irina’s new swimwear, and also that no tan thong appeared to be in her bag of purchases. She frowned in confusion, but shrugged her shoulders as her daughters and Irina hurried off to the dining hall. Smiling a bit, she trailed after them.
Back in the store, there was nothing you could do but wallow in your own self-pity. Unable to move to get someone’s attention, and unable to reform while tied into tight knots and wrapped up like a bow, you could only act the part of a good little thong bikini. Minutes passed into an hour, your body screaming with the aches of holding the same position, but still no miracle saved you. How long would this last?
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