"Wear you as my panties instead!" You...
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
hartsvlogging
"Wear you as my panties instead! You're comfy, and its not like you're made to be used as a bikini, you can be whatever I need you to be right Jakey?"
Irina paused for a moment, she was ditzy but surely she wouldn't be deluded enough to think this was some kind of reward for you, or that you would be happy with this right?
WHAT?! NO NO NO NO… You thought helplessly, as this huge woman with a heart of gold and a brain of wood looked down at you with a satisfied smile, feeling accomplished for coming up with a plan that would surely please both you and her.
Something happened. The entire situation, everything that had happened up to this point, the sheer amount of time you spent under the ass of this.. This.. Entity, this otherworldly being, it all came flooding over you, every second spent being tortured by the most oblivious and kind woman, you couldn't even bring yourself to hate??
In that moment, you broke. Your mind snapped like a twig, there's no way this could be real, surely this was some kind of dream, or no maybe on the plane, there was an accident, maybe the plane crashed or, heaven forbid, you suffocated under Irina's ass. You didn't think you COULD suffocate, but with an ass as big as hers, anything was possible, and now.. You were in Hell.
It was the only thing you could think of that made sense, constantly being forgotten, the fact that nobody had come to save you, the extended holiday, sure things were off to a rough start before the trip but things only got really really bad once Irina had 'lost her luggage'. So that was it, you were dead, and the rest of eternity will be you, suffocated under the ass of this huge woman, stuck in her sweaty cheeks day after day, never resting, maybe over time you'll become numb and can just enjoy the warmth? You begin to think to yourself, losing yourself in the delusion that you somehow died.
Irina held the purple stained thong in her hands, staring down, searching for some kind of reaction, she could see your mushed face staring blankly, is that staring? Or are his eyes closed.. I cant tell, she thought to herself casually, as casually as one would think of which milk to buy at the store, deciding herself that the best way to treat the boy who had done all this for her was to help him feel as close to her as possible, using him as panties just seemed.. Right, after all, he must enjoy what he's doing, why else would he have chosen to be used as a bikini, it only made sense he would want to be up close and personal with her amazing ass, what man wouldn't kill for the chance to be anywhere near it in all of its glory, Irina prided herself on her ass, she worked out a lot when she was younger, and always ate right.
"I earned this ass" she thought to herself as she mused over the misshapen man in her hands.
"Well since you want to be panties, I think we're going to have to go with a different colour, purple is nice and its sweet you chose it because of how much I like flashy bikinis, I don't really need another purple pair of panties, I've already got so many and we don't want you getting mixed up now do we?" Irina chuckled to herself, completely oblivious to the fact that she came up with the idea for you to be used as her panties, her ditzy-ness once again sealing your fate.
The sounds of Irina talking, at this point to herself were like white noise to you, as you desperately searched for meaning in your suffering, you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't care anymore but she was still stood with you in her hands, you hadn't been immediately shoved deep into the abyss of her ass yet, wondering why the next batch of torture was taking so long for Satan to prepare, you shift your eyes up to see Irina smiling down at you with the most heart wrenching smile, did your tormentor need to be so motherly and kind?! You searched for answers in her smile but all you could gather from it was an overwhelming feeling of love, and care, the kind of love that pulls someone back from thinking they're in Hell. There's no way any demon or devil could fake such a genuine and loving smile, "No" you thought suddenly, "this cant be Hell, this is Earth and so help me God I'm going to find a way to speak to this woman and demand she release me back to Cassie!"
You came to the understanding that you were still alive, right at the same time, as Irina made up her mind on a new colour for you, standing up she walks with you to her outside office space where she keeps her tailoring station, she needed to leave her house, cross her back garden and then enter the small shed she had renovated into an office for her to get away from everyday struggles and focus on her craft, she was quite the expert when it came to altering clothing.
You focused harder than you have ever before in your life, with a new found strength you began trying to reform, making some swiftest progress, you were reforming faster than you ever have in your life! Things were looking hopeful.
The weather outside was very windy, it looked like at any moment it might start to rain, during the walk through her back garden to her office, you managed to undo the knot in your right arm, causing it to flap loose from the previously taut position it was in, you hadn't had an opportunity like this since you became a thong, at first you weren't trying to reform because you believed you were performing a necessary sacrifice, then you were stored underneath other clothing and packed tightly into a suitcase, truly this was the first time you had a chance to fight back and become human again!
Irina was holding you through one of your arm loops, so that you would be the most comfortable, while being held, but as your arm popped back into the existence of being an arm, her grip fell loose and you plummeted to the ground, landing in a heap amongst the grass and dirt, assuming the wind had caught you and caused you to fall, Irina bent down, searching for a moment, before seeing your shiny purple tint amongst the green and brown hue before scooping you off of the ground as quickly as she could.
"Oh Jake I'm so sorry, are you okay? Oh look at you, you're all scuffed and dirty, and one of your arm loops came undone, I'm so sorry little guy, I'll take much better care of you from now on, I promise!" Irina's gentle words washed over you like the calming sound of a waterfall, in contrast her grip then became so strong, if you didn't know better you would think she was trying to crush the life out of you. In that moment, Irina trying to make up for 'her mistake' set all of your progress at reforming, back to square one.
Once inside her Shed-Office, Irina looses her grip on your form, dropping you atop a desk that was strewn with other scraps of material, a rainbow of colours filled your vision.
"Okay Jake, to thank you for being so helpful to me I decided that instead of being only one colour, I would give you a pretty pattern! Its going to be a lot more work, but Its the least I can do to thank you for everything. Don't worry ill be using only the best materials money can buy, and you're going to be the most amazing pair of panties a girl could ask for, and with this new fabric softener I got recently, you're going to be comfier than ever! I just cant wait!" Irina jumped up and down with glee, had used the fabric softener on a pair of really uncomfortable panties before heading on holiday, and they went from her least favourite pair, to the comfiest thing shed ever worn, excluding you of course, her mind was bouncing thinking about what you would feel like once you had been properly 'prepared'
Such childlike innocence and joy filled Irina, that much was clear from just looking at her hurriedly prepare various chemicals and other things she would need to get your ready for your new job, it almost made you want to help her and be her panties, being with Irina made you want to make her happy, but you couldn't. You were a person, not a pair of panties and you needed her to see you as one, not just a new fancy fabric she couldn't wait to try on. Desperately you made one last attempt to free yourself from the clutches of your kind captor before you were made hers forever.
Across from Jake, Irina was preparing her work station, she grabbed her sewing needle, bleach she would use to remove the purple dye and the red and pink dyes she would use to make you the prettiest panties she owned. She turned around to snatch Jake up and begin her work only to realise that one of his arms wasn't attached anymore, looking like a rip in his 'fabric' which left his right arm flopped onto the workbench beside him
"Oh poor Jakey, did this happen to you when I dropped you outside? I'm so sorry.. How could I have been so careless! Ill fix it right up for you and we'll be back on track just one second" she forlornly said to him with genuine sadness in her voice, she sat down in her office swivel chair and span to face her tools, flattening out the arm with an unheard crunch, expertly fastened his arm back into place, with a tighter knot than ever before, she then reached over to his left arm and made that knot much tighter.
"There we go my little guy, now you shouldn't come undone no matter how much I drop you hehe" she giggled with glee, proud of her handy work she smiled
"now then lets begin" she started, raising Jake up before dunking him into the bucket which could have only been bleach, given the way the purple dye released itself from his skin, returning him to the tan colour he naturally was.
"ah much better, don't worry though Jake you wont be plain for long hehe" she giggled once again, humming a tune she heard on the radio to herself as she worked tirelessly to make everything perfect.
Irina paused for a moment, she was ditzy but surely she wouldn't be deluded enough to think this was some kind of reward for you, or that you would be happy with this right?
WHAT?! NO NO NO NO… You thought helplessly, as this huge woman with a heart of gold and a brain of wood looked down at you with a satisfied smile, feeling accomplished for coming up with a plan that would surely please both you and her.
Something happened. The entire situation, everything that had happened up to this point, the sheer amount of time you spent under the ass of this.. This.. Entity, this otherworldly being, it all came flooding over you, every second spent being tortured by the most oblivious and kind woman, you couldn't even bring yourself to hate??
In that moment, you broke. Your mind snapped like a twig, there's no way this could be real, surely this was some kind of dream, or no maybe on the plane, there was an accident, maybe the plane crashed or, heaven forbid, you suffocated under Irina's ass. You didn't think you COULD suffocate, but with an ass as big as hers, anything was possible, and now.. You were in Hell.
It was the only thing you could think of that made sense, constantly being forgotten, the fact that nobody had come to save you, the extended holiday, sure things were off to a rough start before the trip but things only got really really bad once Irina had 'lost her luggage'. So that was it, you were dead, and the rest of eternity will be you, suffocated under the ass of this huge woman, stuck in her sweaty cheeks day after day, never resting, maybe over time you'll become numb and can just enjoy the warmth? You begin to think to yourself, losing yourself in the delusion that you somehow died.
Irina held the purple stained thong in her hands, staring down, searching for some kind of reaction, she could see your mushed face staring blankly, is that staring? Or are his eyes closed.. I cant tell, she thought to herself casually, as casually as one would think of which milk to buy at the store, deciding herself that the best way to treat the boy who had done all this for her was to help him feel as close to her as possible, using him as panties just seemed.. Right, after all, he must enjoy what he's doing, why else would he have chosen to be used as a bikini, it only made sense he would want to be up close and personal with her amazing ass, what man wouldn't kill for the chance to be anywhere near it in all of its glory, Irina prided herself on her ass, she worked out a lot when she was younger, and always ate right.
"I earned this ass" she thought to herself as she mused over the misshapen man in her hands.
"Well since you want to be panties, I think we're going to have to go with a different colour, purple is nice and its sweet you chose it because of how much I like flashy bikinis, I don't really need another purple pair of panties, I've already got so many and we don't want you getting mixed up now do we?" Irina chuckled to herself, completely oblivious to the fact that she came up with the idea for you to be used as her panties, her ditzy-ness once again sealing your fate.
The sounds of Irina talking, at this point to herself were like white noise to you, as you desperately searched for meaning in your suffering, you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't care anymore but she was still stood with you in her hands, you hadn't been immediately shoved deep into the abyss of her ass yet, wondering why the next batch of torture was taking so long for Satan to prepare, you shift your eyes up to see Irina smiling down at you with the most heart wrenching smile, did your tormentor need to be so motherly and kind?! You searched for answers in her smile but all you could gather from it was an overwhelming feeling of love, and care, the kind of love that pulls someone back from thinking they're in Hell. There's no way any demon or devil could fake such a genuine and loving smile, "No" you thought suddenly, "this cant be Hell, this is Earth and so help me God I'm going to find a way to speak to this woman and demand she release me back to Cassie!"
You came to the understanding that you were still alive, right at the same time, as Irina made up her mind on a new colour for you, standing up she walks with you to her outside office space where she keeps her tailoring station, she needed to leave her house, cross her back garden and then enter the small shed she had renovated into an office for her to get away from everyday struggles and focus on her craft, she was quite the expert when it came to altering clothing.
You focused harder than you have ever before in your life, with a new found strength you began trying to reform, making some swiftest progress, you were reforming faster than you ever have in your life! Things were looking hopeful.
The weather outside was very windy, it looked like at any moment it might start to rain, during the walk through her back garden to her office, you managed to undo the knot in your right arm, causing it to flap loose from the previously taut position it was in, you hadn't had an opportunity like this since you became a thong, at first you weren't trying to reform because you believed you were performing a necessary sacrifice, then you were stored underneath other clothing and packed tightly into a suitcase, truly this was the first time you had a chance to fight back and become human again!
Irina was holding you through one of your arm loops, so that you would be the most comfortable, while being held, but as your arm popped back into the existence of being an arm, her grip fell loose and you plummeted to the ground, landing in a heap amongst the grass and dirt, assuming the wind had caught you and caused you to fall, Irina bent down, searching for a moment, before seeing your shiny purple tint amongst the green and brown hue before scooping you off of the ground as quickly as she could.
"Oh Jake I'm so sorry, are you okay? Oh look at you, you're all scuffed and dirty, and one of your arm loops came undone, I'm so sorry little guy, I'll take much better care of you from now on, I promise!" Irina's gentle words washed over you like the calming sound of a waterfall, in contrast her grip then became so strong, if you didn't know better you would think she was trying to crush the life out of you. In that moment, Irina trying to make up for 'her mistake' set all of your progress at reforming, back to square one.
Once inside her Shed-Office, Irina looses her grip on your form, dropping you atop a desk that was strewn with other scraps of material, a rainbow of colours filled your vision.
"Okay Jake, to thank you for being so helpful to me I decided that instead of being only one colour, I would give you a pretty pattern! Its going to be a lot more work, but Its the least I can do to thank you for everything. Don't worry ill be using only the best materials money can buy, and you're going to be the most amazing pair of panties a girl could ask for, and with this new fabric softener I got recently, you're going to be comfier than ever! I just cant wait!" Irina jumped up and down with glee, had used the fabric softener on a pair of really uncomfortable panties before heading on holiday, and they went from her least favourite pair, to the comfiest thing shed ever worn, excluding you of course, her mind was bouncing thinking about what you would feel like once you had been properly 'prepared'
Such childlike innocence and joy filled Irina, that much was clear from just looking at her hurriedly prepare various chemicals and other things she would need to get your ready for your new job, it almost made you want to help her and be her panties, being with Irina made you want to make her happy, but you couldn't. You were a person, not a pair of panties and you needed her to see you as one, not just a new fancy fabric she couldn't wait to try on. Desperately you made one last attempt to free yourself from the clutches of your kind captor before you were made hers forever.
Across from Jake, Irina was preparing her work station, she grabbed her sewing needle, bleach she would use to remove the purple dye and the red and pink dyes she would use to make you the prettiest panties she owned. She turned around to snatch Jake up and begin her work only to realise that one of his arms wasn't attached anymore, looking like a rip in his 'fabric' which left his right arm flopped onto the workbench beside him
"Oh poor Jakey, did this happen to you when I dropped you outside? I'm so sorry.. How could I have been so careless! Ill fix it right up for you and we'll be back on track just one second" she forlornly said to him with genuine sadness in her voice, she sat down in her office swivel chair and span to face her tools, flattening out the arm with an unheard crunch, expertly fastened his arm back into place, with a tighter knot than ever before, she then reached over to his left arm and made that knot much tighter.
"There we go my little guy, now you shouldn't come undone no matter how much I drop you hehe" she giggled with glee, proud of her handy work she smiled
"now then lets begin" she started, raising Jake up before dunking him into the bucket which could have only been bleach, given the way the purple dye released itself from his skin, returning him to the tan colour he naturally was.
"ah much better, don't worry though Jake you wont be plain for long hehe" she giggled once again, humming a tune she heard on the radio to herself as she worked tirelessly to make everything perfect.
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