Irina's Extended Holiday
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 17
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You felt your surroundings jostling around as your captress carried her luggage off to her home. After such a long and miserable flight, you were eager to be free from this retched prison of dirty laundry and cramped vacation essentials. With your face stuck between your matching purple and gold bikini top and an unfortunately already worn sock, you couldn't wait to burst free from here and leap right into your loving Cassie's arms. After you were reformed and washed clean of this awful constricting dye of course.
You heard a door swinging open, presumably the entrance of Irina's home, felt your suitcase dropped with a thud, and heard the exasperated sigh of a happy-to-be-home Irina. Only a moment later however, you felt your world lurched up once again as you were carried off somewhere else within the spacious house.
A minute later, you heard and felt a harsh metal clang below you before Irina's pleasant voice muttered out, "Might as well get this out of the way now". A loud zipper rang out as light poured into your prison and you got a glimpse of the same gorgeous woman who had kept you strapped to her rotund hips over the past week. You had hoped she was opening the bag to retrieve you, but her lackadaisical expression painted a different picture. She seemed too preoccupied with some cup of blue fluid she didn't even spare a glance at your smooshed and tired body.
Right as you were wondering what she was doing, you got your answer as Irina lightly tilted her suitcase to the side, allowing all the clothes to begin to pour out over one another and fall out. As you tipped over the edge, you saw where you were, facing right into the abyss of Irina's washing machine. You landed atop the same grungy clothes you had just shared a flight with, only to see Irina's face blotted out as she poured the blue detergent out onto you.
You couldn't even force out a whimper, your body being too mangled and frozen from travel and dye to catch the clueless mother's attention, as she shut you in darkness with a slam of the lid. What followed was your typical whirlwind of water and suds as the machine went through it's cycles, only interrupted when it was finished so Irina could load you into the hellishly hot dryer.
Finally after a couple hours of torment, Irina retrieved you and her mass of vacation clothes, carrying you and the hot garments up to her bedroom. You were thrown free as the broad poured the clothes out in a heap, preparing to fold up and put away all of them now that they were freshly cleaned. You just prayed you wouldn't be joining them in her towering dresser. Surely she hadn't forgotten the tiny man she had condemned to be a mere bikini bottom in her expansive wardrobe, right? Right?
You had to try and retain some faith in the curvy raven-haired beauty as she hummed cheerily to herself as she folded, tormenting you with her carefree singing as you waited for her to reveal you under the mountain of other clothes. Finally, it seemed you were just about the last article in the pile, as Irina herself was revealed before you as she withdrew the hefty skirt that had been laying on you.
Whisking you up in her warm hands, Irina's thumbs slid over you as her clueless gaze washed over you judgingly. This was the moment of truth, you had to be recognized now or you were worried you'd be stashed away somewhere, only to be withdrawn when Irina next wanted to look sexy at the pool and slide you up her ass all over again. You shuddered at the idea of that fate, imagining the cold darkness of Irina's dresser only to be replaced by her sweaty abyss of a booty the second she found you useful.
Irina seemed to be taking her time inspecting you, as if she was trying to remember something. You felt a light shining within you as you saw her lips begin to part, ready for her to call you by name and get to work on your reforming. "Gosh, these are just so darn cute!" Your heart sank like an anchor as Irina giggled to herself, folding you in on yourself before placing you next to your 'cute' and matching top.
Thankfully your face was on the outside as you saw Irina start to tap her chin in thought. "Hey...wait a minute..." Her hands swooped back in on you, stretching you between them as if confirming her suspicions. "Ohhh! Jake! It's so nice to see you again!" You wanted to explode you were so happy to finally be spoken to, rather than slid up a pair of overly thick thighs. "Geez, I'm sorry, sweetie! I almost forgot all about you!" Irina had begun laughing to herself as she continued to stretch you playfully. You gulped as this type of demeanor with women usually never ended well for you.
"But I didn't! No need to thank me though, you have just been the best darn bikini thong a girl could ask for!" You wanted to shout at her, to tell her you just wanted to be reformed, but no audio would be coming from you until Irina decided so. It was hard to be angry with her though, despite how she treated you physically, her demeanor towards you was always so warm and kind. "I mean seriously, this must be your calling or something. I know tons of women who would even pay just for one measly pair as comfy as you! Hell, I certainly would if you hadn't so generously offered yourself up to me for free!" Irina couldn't help but laugh, even waiting for a response for a moment before she seemed to get it through her head that you couldn't respond in your current state.
"I can't exactly imagine why you offered, or even remember for that matter, but just know I'm soooo grateful. I mean seriously, I know firsthand just how sweaty it gets back there, and you'd rather be there than enjoy your whole summer vacation! What a guy!" You wondered what the hell she meant by whole summer vacation, until you thought she must have thought you were only around for the trip to Atlantica. Surely any second she'd finish rambling and get to reforming you back to normal.
"I mean really, having to take holiday to care for my kids while they're off from school is one of my favorite times of year. These three months really recharge me. That's why I was so shocked you told Kim you wouldn't mind being my bikini for the holiday! Like, does a little guy like you not need any kind of breather?" Not getting any response from you, who was mostly frozen in pure shock, Irina let the silence hang for a moment before interjecting an answer for you herself, "Guess not...Still super generous of you, Jake! I mean, you even got that super pretty design just to make my summer better!"
Somehow it seemed this ditz couldn't even remember taking you to the tailor, dying you her color of choice, or even apologizing afterwards! Or more importantly, what the hell was all this talk about a three month holiday! You had agreed to help her for the holiday vacation for a week, not all damn summer! You felt a harsh chill as you realized this klutz had nearly forgotten you after one week. What the hell state would you be in if you remained in her grasp for another three months?!
"A week at a resort like Atlantica was just what I needed to jump-start this break! And having you by my side," Irina paused to giggle, "Or more like, under my side, will really keep the pep going!" Irina took on the most gorgeous smile, and you couldn't even manage to be mad at her, despite how stupid this situation was. It felt good to make this woman so damn happy, maybe spending the summer tucked away in a drawer wouldn't be the worst thing you'd been through.
Very suddenly however, Irina's expression began to cloud. She almost looked distraught so all of a sudden. "I almost feel kind of selfish, taking your magic body all for myself. Not to mention forcing you to spend your sunny summer tucked away in some drawer when I'm not at the pool or beach. You're just so darn comfy, I've never worked with a fabric anything like you!" Your heart skipped as you heard Irina directly compare you to some of her mere fabric, but she continued, "I just wish I could repay you somehow..."
You wanted to scream out, "CASSIE! Take me back to Cassie! That would repay everything!" but not a word reached the giantess holding you softly. Only a moment later, her cloudy expression instantly shifted, as some kind of lightbulb went off.
"Oh, I've got it! You don't want to spend your summer in a silly 'ol dresser! That's why I can just...."
You heard a door swinging open, presumably the entrance of Irina's home, felt your suitcase dropped with a thud, and heard the exasperated sigh of a happy-to-be-home Irina. Only a moment later however, you felt your world lurched up once again as you were carried off somewhere else within the spacious house.
A minute later, you heard and felt a harsh metal clang below you before Irina's pleasant voice muttered out, "Might as well get this out of the way now". A loud zipper rang out as light poured into your prison and you got a glimpse of the same gorgeous woman who had kept you strapped to her rotund hips over the past week. You had hoped she was opening the bag to retrieve you, but her lackadaisical expression painted a different picture. She seemed too preoccupied with some cup of blue fluid she didn't even spare a glance at your smooshed and tired body.
Right as you were wondering what she was doing, you got your answer as Irina lightly tilted her suitcase to the side, allowing all the clothes to begin to pour out over one another and fall out. As you tipped over the edge, you saw where you were, facing right into the abyss of Irina's washing machine. You landed atop the same grungy clothes you had just shared a flight with, only to see Irina's face blotted out as she poured the blue detergent out onto you.
You couldn't even force out a whimper, your body being too mangled and frozen from travel and dye to catch the clueless mother's attention, as she shut you in darkness with a slam of the lid. What followed was your typical whirlwind of water and suds as the machine went through it's cycles, only interrupted when it was finished so Irina could load you into the hellishly hot dryer.
Finally after a couple hours of torment, Irina retrieved you and her mass of vacation clothes, carrying you and the hot garments up to her bedroom. You were thrown free as the broad poured the clothes out in a heap, preparing to fold up and put away all of them now that they were freshly cleaned. You just prayed you wouldn't be joining them in her towering dresser. Surely she hadn't forgotten the tiny man she had condemned to be a mere bikini bottom in her expansive wardrobe, right? Right?
You had to try and retain some faith in the curvy raven-haired beauty as she hummed cheerily to herself as she folded, tormenting you with her carefree singing as you waited for her to reveal you under the mountain of other clothes. Finally, it seemed you were just about the last article in the pile, as Irina herself was revealed before you as she withdrew the hefty skirt that had been laying on you.
Whisking you up in her warm hands, Irina's thumbs slid over you as her clueless gaze washed over you judgingly. This was the moment of truth, you had to be recognized now or you were worried you'd be stashed away somewhere, only to be withdrawn when Irina next wanted to look sexy at the pool and slide you up her ass all over again. You shuddered at the idea of that fate, imagining the cold darkness of Irina's dresser only to be replaced by her sweaty abyss of a booty the second she found you useful.
Irina seemed to be taking her time inspecting you, as if she was trying to remember something. You felt a light shining within you as you saw her lips begin to part, ready for her to call you by name and get to work on your reforming. "Gosh, these are just so darn cute!" Your heart sank like an anchor as Irina giggled to herself, folding you in on yourself before placing you next to your 'cute' and matching top.
Thankfully your face was on the outside as you saw Irina start to tap her chin in thought. "Hey...wait a minute..." Her hands swooped back in on you, stretching you between them as if confirming her suspicions. "Ohhh! Jake! It's so nice to see you again!" You wanted to explode you were so happy to finally be spoken to, rather than slid up a pair of overly thick thighs. "Geez, I'm sorry, sweetie! I almost forgot all about you!" Irina had begun laughing to herself as she continued to stretch you playfully. You gulped as this type of demeanor with women usually never ended well for you.
"But I didn't! No need to thank me though, you have just been the best darn bikini thong a girl could ask for!" You wanted to shout at her, to tell her you just wanted to be reformed, but no audio would be coming from you until Irina decided so. It was hard to be angry with her though, despite how she treated you physically, her demeanor towards you was always so warm and kind. "I mean seriously, this must be your calling or something. I know tons of women who would even pay just for one measly pair as comfy as you! Hell, I certainly would if you hadn't so generously offered yourself up to me for free!" Irina couldn't help but laugh, even waiting for a response for a moment before she seemed to get it through her head that you couldn't respond in your current state.
"I can't exactly imagine why you offered, or even remember for that matter, but just know I'm soooo grateful. I mean seriously, I know firsthand just how sweaty it gets back there, and you'd rather be there than enjoy your whole summer vacation! What a guy!" You wondered what the hell she meant by whole summer vacation, until you thought she must have thought you were only around for the trip to Atlantica. Surely any second she'd finish rambling and get to reforming you back to normal.
"I mean really, having to take holiday to care for my kids while they're off from school is one of my favorite times of year. These three months really recharge me. That's why I was so shocked you told Kim you wouldn't mind being my bikini for the holiday! Like, does a little guy like you not need any kind of breather?" Not getting any response from you, who was mostly frozen in pure shock, Irina let the silence hang for a moment before interjecting an answer for you herself, "Guess not...Still super generous of you, Jake! I mean, you even got that super pretty design just to make my summer better!"
Somehow it seemed this ditz couldn't even remember taking you to the tailor, dying you her color of choice, or even apologizing afterwards! Or more importantly, what the hell was all this talk about a three month holiday! You had agreed to help her for the holiday vacation for a week, not all damn summer! You felt a harsh chill as you realized this klutz had nearly forgotten you after one week. What the hell state would you be in if you remained in her grasp for another three months?!
"A week at a resort like Atlantica was just what I needed to jump-start this break! And having you by my side," Irina paused to giggle, "Or more like, under my side, will really keep the pep going!" Irina took on the most gorgeous smile, and you couldn't even manage to be mad at her, despite how stupid this situation was. It felt good to make this woman so damn happy, maybe spending the summer tucked away in a drawer wouldn't be the worst thing you'd been through.
Very suddenly however, Irina's expression began to cloud. She almost looked distraught so all of a sudden. "I almost feel kind of selfish, taking your magic body all for myself. Not to mention forcing you to spend your sunny summer tucked away in some drawer when I'm not at the pool or beach. You're just so darn comfy, I've never worked with a fabric anything like you!" Your heart skipped as you heard Irina directly compare you to some of her mere fabric, but she continued, "I just wish I could repay you somehow..."
You wanted to scream out, "CASSIE! Take me back to Cassie! That would repay everything!" but not a word reached the giantess holding you softly. Only a moment later, her cloudy expression instantly shifted, as some kind of lightbulb went off.
"Oh, I've got it! You don't want to spend your summer in a silly 'ol dresser! That's why I can just...."
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