Extreme Thong Makeover
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Luckily based on the way you were laying in the plastic bag, your face was staring straight up into the now opened part. Immediately you saw the almost infuriatingly charming face of Irina, looking down on you with an incredibly sheepish smile.
“Jake… please don’t hate me for this…” She said down to you. The tailor looked over at Irina, holding her bag just outside of her shop and apparently talking to it. She simply shook her head and began locking up her storefront for the night.
Irina continued talking down to you, now reaching in and feeling your freshly altered body with her hands. “I’m so sorry I forgot you were filling in as my thong, my bad!” The apology seemed genuine, but the carefree attitude this woman exuded at every turn didn’t do much to assuage your concerns. “In fact, we all kind of forgot about you for a bit! We were just having so much fun today, and with you making such a convincing bikini bottom there wasn’t anything to remind us of you! It wasn’t until dinner when Cassie saw your favorite food on the menu, some type of fish that I couldn’t pronounce, then she remembered all about you! Anyway, when she asked where you were I might have had to tell a little white lie that it was your idea to get dyed all purple and gold like this so that nobody would suspect you were a person being used as bottoms.” Your mind was spinning in circles at this ditsy woman’s words. Why was that the course of action she chose to take instead of just coming clean!
“Oh and I ordered your favorite fish since Cassie recommended it. It was so good I totally get why you like it so much! Honestly the whole dinner was tons of fun, wish you could have been there too little guy! But I really appreciate the sacrifice you’re making to be my thong this week instead. Instead of choosing to hang out with all of us and have fun enjoying the resort, you took one for the team and decided to spend the week in my butt crack. I personally wouldn’t have made the same decision in a million years. I mean, my sweaty ass or a tropical paradise, it’s a no brainer for me. But that’s what makes you a good guy, Jake! And even though I’m not an actual member of the Smalls family, you certainly get my stamp of approval to marry Cassie!”
Irina’s asinine speech simultaneously made your blood boil, but at least warmed your heart ever so slightly. As ridiculous as this situation was, the warm welcome that Irina was extending to you felt like a relief after the cold and distant treatment that Kimberly had been giving you. If you could have spoken at the moment you would have both thanked Irina for her kindness, but also screamed your head off about the unbelievable situation that you found yourself in. But unfortunately for you, the tailor’s treatment had all but condemned you to silence until someone took the time to intentionally free you.
“Alrighty! I’m not sure if you can talk to me while you’re still in your super duper thong transformation, but let’s head back to the room! There’s apparently a lit up outdoor pool and jacuzzi section that we are all going to! It’s going to be so much fun! I might have to make up a few more white lies to Cassie when I get back, I’m sure you understand!” Irina finished her excited statement and pinched the top of the bag closed, beginning to practically skip down the hotel hallway towards the elevator. In no more than a few minutes she had reached the connecting hotel rooms that the family shared.
As she barged in the door Cassie sprung up immediately from her position seated on the bed. “Is he okay!? Let me see him!” Irina held the bag out to Cassie, smiling in an effort to calm the frantic girl down. Cassie nearly ripped the plastic bag open to see your body. Her jaw dropped as she gazed upon your near indistinguishable form. Only after looking intently in the back inside of the thong could she barely make out your facial features. “Please, can we turn him back now!? We can get you a different thong this second!”
Kimberly was about to interject with an excuse of her own, but Irina responded first. “Oh Cassie, I’m sorry but he himself told me earlier that this was the plan and he was sticking with it. Plus, there aren’t any shops open this late. And on top of it all, even if we did turn him back into a human form he would be a tiny one foot tall purple guy with sparkly gold trim all around his body for the rest of the week! That would be a bit humiliating if you asked me!”
You wanted to scream with every fiber of your being about how that would be much less humiliating than literally flossing between Irina’s gigantic ass cheeks every time she wanted to swim, but of course you couldn’t. Kimberly, on the other hand, was ecstatic that her plan had not fallen apart even with the rediscovery of your existence.
“I promise, when we get back home I can turn him into any shape, color, and pattern that you want back at my workshop in my house! Anything your mind can think of I can turn him into it!” Irina placed her hand on Cassie’s shoulder, her words attempting to reassure her but in reality they just struck fear into your heart.
Cassie was stunned into silence for a moment, clearly processing everything that was happening. But as she looked towards the smiling faces of both Irina and Kimberly, she felt the will to push the issue further fade away slightly. Looking at you once more, she wasn’t completely okay with the situation, but she didn’t know what else to do. “...The moment we get back, I just want him to be a regular person again, okay?”
Irina smiled, “Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want.” Once again you were mad at how Irina was unintentionally ignoring your wishes as a person, but at least she would likely hold up her promise with Cassie. “Alright well, Jake and I are gonna get changed in the bathroom, I can’t wait to go for a night swim with all of us!”
Irina grabbed you from Cassie’s hands and trotted into the bathroom to change out of her recently bought change of clothes. You took a moment to think about why Irina was seemingly okay with buying other articles of clothing at the hotel but not bikini bottoms. But once again, you were incapable of voicing your concerns.
“Well, here goes, Jake! I’m so excited I just know you’re going to look amazing! You’re a real trooper doing this for me! I’ll try my hardest not to forget about you again.” Irina exclaimed happily before you saw her relatively large right foot slip in the hole between you and your limbs, catching her slightly dirty big toe on your body before readjusting and sliding all the way through. Her left foot followed suit, and you were greeted once again with the petrifying sight of her enormous globes hanging above you like some world-eating entity. Without another word you shot up her thighs, rubbing against her thick legs as you climbed, evidently just as small on the cartoonishly proportioned woman as you were before. Finally, you reached the apex of your climb, and with one final hop and yank you felt your body from head to crotch rocket between Irina’s cheeks.
Irina had yet to shower that day, mentally opting to do it when she came back from the night swim with the girls. For her, that meant little to nothing, but for you it meant that a day of stale yet still accumulated ass sweat was permeating her entire crack. The immense pressure of just her buns resting against one another combined with this unpleasant smell brought you back to a familiar yet still tortuous memory. You could only mentally whimper, even if you had control of your voice at this point there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that anyone would hear you beyond the tons of ass meat surrounding you.
Up above in the world of normal sized people Irina was ecstatic. You were just as scandalous as before, if not slightly smaller due to a bit of shrinking that occurred when the dye dried. But instead of a boring tan thong you were now a flashy shade of deep purple with an interesting gold accent.
“We look so good, Jake! Nice work!” She exclaimed excitedly above you. You could just barely make out her stupid comment, the most of the sound being quite muffled. Ever the fashion-obsessed woman, Irina struck a number of different poses, accentuating her new bottoms as she looked at herself in the mirror. Of course every movement that she made threw her cheeks back and forth, battering you like a squishy piece of fruit in a blender. You were in hell, and Irina was in heaven with her new favorite swimsuit bottom.
“Jake… please don’t hate me for this…” She said down to you. The tailor looked over at Irina, holding her bag just outside of her shop and apparently talking to it. She simply shook her head and began locking up her storefront for the night.
Irina continued talking down to you, now reaching in and feeling your freshly altered body with her hands. “I’m so sorry I forgot you were filling in as my thong, my bad!” The apology seemed genuine, but the carefree attitude this woman exuded at every turn didn’t do much to assuage your concerns. “In fact, we all kind of forgot about you for a bit! We were just having so much fun today, and with you making such a convincing bikini bottom there wasn’t anything to remind us of you! It wasn’t until dinner when Cassie saw your favorite food on the menu, some type of fish that I couldn’t pronounce, then she remembered all about you! Anyway, when she asked where you were I might have had to tell a little white lie that it was your idea to get dyed all purple and gold like this so that nobody would suspect you were a person being used as bottoms.” Your mind was spinning in circles at this ditsy woman’s words. Why was that the course of action she chose to take instead of just coming clean!
“Oh and I ordered your favorite fish since Cassie recommended it. It was so good I totally get why you like it so much! Honestly the whole dinner was tons of fun, wish you could have been there too little guy! But I really appreciate the sacrifice you’re making to be my thong this week instead. Instead of choosing to hang out with all of us and have fun enjoying the resort, you took one for the team and decided to spend the week in my butt crack. I personally wouldn’t have made the same decision in a million years. I mean, my sweaty ass or a tropical paradise, it’s a no brainer for me. But that’s what makes you a good guy, Jake! And even though I’m not an actual member of the Smalls family, you certainly get my stamp of approval to marry Cassie!”
Irina’s asinine speech simultaneously made your blood boil, but at least warmed your heart ever so slightly. As ridiculous as this situation was, the warm welcome that Irina was extending to you felt like a relief after the cold and distant treatment that Kimberly had been giving you. If you could have spoken at the moment you would have both thanked Irina for her kindness, but also screamed your head off about the unbelievable situation that you found yourself in. But unfortunately for you, the tailor’s treatment had all but condemned you to silence until someone took the time to intentionally free you.
“Alrighty! I’m not sure if you can talk to me while you’re still in your super duper thong transformation, but let’s head back to the room! There’s apparently a lit up outdoor pool and jacuzzi section that we are all going to! It’s going to be so much fun! I might have to make up a few more white lies to Cassie when I get back, I’m sure you understand!” Irina finished her excited statement and pinched the top of the bag closed, beginning to practically skip down the hotel hallway towards the elevator. In no more than a few minutes she had reached the connecting hotel rooms that the family shared.
As she barged in the door Cassie sprung up immediately from her position seated on the bed. “Is he okay!? Let me see him!” Irina held the bag out to Cassie, smiling in an effort to calm the frantic girl down. Cassie nearly ripped the plastic bag open to see your body. Her jaw dropped as she gazed upon your near indistinguishable form. Only after looking intently in the back inside of the thong could she barely make out your facial features. “Please, can we turn him back now!? We can get you a different thong this second!”
Kimberly was about to interject with an excuse of her own, but Irina responded first. “Oh Cassie, I’m sorry but he himself told me earlier that this was the plan and he was sticking with it. Plus, there aren’t any shops open this late. And on top of it all, even if we did turn him back into a human form he would be a tiny one foot tall purple guy with sparkly gold trim all around his body for the rest of the week! That would be a bit humiliating if you asked me!”
You wanted to scream with every fiber of your being about how that would be much less humiliating than literally flossing between Irina’s gigantic ass cheeks every time she wanted to swim, but of course you couldn’t. Kimberly, on the other hand, was ecstatic that her plan had not fallen apart even with the rediscovery of your existence.
“I promise, when we get back home I can turn him into any shape, color, and pattern that you want back at my workshop in my house! Anything your mind can think of I can turn him into it!” Irina placed her hand on Cassie’s shoulder, her words attempting to reassure her but in reality they just struck fear into your heart.
Cassie was stunned into silence for a moment, clearly processing everything that was happening. But as she looked towards the smiling faces of both Irina and Kimberly, she felt the will to push the issue further fade away slightly. Looking at you once more, she wasn’t completely okay with the situation, but she didn’t know what else to do. “...The moment we get back, I just want him to be a regular person again, okay?”
Irina smiled, “Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want.” Once again you were mad at how Irina was unintentionally ignoring your wishes as a person, but at least she would likely hold up her promise with Cassie. “Alright well, Jake and I are gonna get changed in the bathroom, I can’t wait to go for a night swim with all of us!”
Irina grabbed you from Cassie’s hands and trotted into the bathroom to change out of her recently bought change of clothes. You took a moment to think about why Irina was seemingly okay with buying other articles of clothing at the hotel but not bikini bottoms. But once again, you were incapable of voicing your concerns.
“Well, here goes, Jake! I’m so excited I just know you’re going to look amazing! You’re a real trooper doing this for me! I’ll try my hardest not to forget about you again.” Irina exclaimed happily before you saw her relatively large right foot slip in the hole between you and your limbs, catching her slightly dirty big toe on your body before readjusting and sliding all the way through. Her left foot followed suit, and you were greeted once again with the petrifying sight of her enormous globes hanging above you like some world-eating entity. Without another word you shot up her thighs, rubbing against her thick legs as you climbed, evidently just as small on the cartoonishly proportioned woman as you were before. Finally, you reached the apex of your climb, and with one final hop and yank you felt your body from head to crotch rocket between Irina’s cheeks.
Irina had yet to shower that day, mentally opting to do it when she came back from the night swim with the girls. For her, that meant little to nothing, but for you it meant that a day of stale yet still accumulated ass sweat was permeating her entire crack. The immense pressure of just her buns resting against one another combined with this unpleasant smell brought you back to a familiar yet still tortuous memory. You could only mentally whimper, even if you had control of your voice at this point there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that anyone would hear you beyond the tons of ass meat surrounding you.
Up above in the world of normal sized people Irina was ecstatic. You were just as scandalous as before, if not slightly smaller due to a bit of shrinking that occurred when the dye dried. But instead of a boring tan thong you were now a flashy shade of deep purple with an interesting gold accent.
“We look so good, Jake! Nice work!” She exclaimed excitedly above you. You could just barely make out her stupid comment, the most of the sound being quite muffled. Ever the fashion-obsessed woman, Irina struck a number of different poses, accentuating her new bottoms as she looked at herself in the mirror. Of course every movement that she made threw her cheeks back and forth, battering you like a squishy piece of fruit in a blender. You were in hell, and Irina was in heaven with her new favorite swimsuit bottom.
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