Return to Sender
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
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As Maddie carried the laundry hamper in both arms off towards the laundry room, you looked up at her blush red face. You could barely make it out past her heaving chest but she clearly had just come back from some sort of game or workout.
You wanted to shout or cry out to the oblivious 22-year old but her eyes were straight ahead, not that there was anything to see on your pure pink form. You were bouncing along, other articles of the family's clothes jostling around or onto you, until she reached the washing machine and plopped you down harshly. "Might as well get this off now, only girls in this house anyways..." Maddie mumbled as you saw her beginning to pry at the bottom of her sports bra.
You wanted to shield your eyes from the perverse sight of your future sister-in-law but you couldn't budge an inch if you tried. You were forced to witness her chest popping free, the jiggly mounds swaying as Maddie fanned herself while twirling the now limp fabric in her finger. "Feels good to give these puppies some air!" the sporty brunette remarked, then allowing her sports bra to fall free, finally shielding her nude form from your vision but also covering you in her warm and wet discarded clothing.
You huffed in putrid air, now heavy with the humid scent of Maddie, as she finished dropping the rest of her sopping outfit onto you before remarking, "Hmmm...looks like there's still enough room..." and leaving you by yourself. You heard her distant shouts out the back door of, "MOM! I'm running a load if you want to add your stuff!" to which you were far too small and buried to hear the response to.
You got your answer momentarily though as the unmistakable booms of Kimberly's approach reached your hamper prison. You'd be trembling if you weren't sealed tight as you felt each article slowly raised off you and deposited into the machine. You'd just been subjected to the washing machine treatment at Irina's house and you weren't looking forward to it now, especially not with all this busy household's intimates.
Soon enough though, Kimberly uncovered you by tossing the soaked sports bra into the washer, taking on a mildly surprised expression as she peered down at you. "Oh no...there must've been some mistake." You finally felt a wave of relief wash over you. At least Cassie had shown Kimberly what you were so now she could save you from this torment. Maddie's little mistake should prove inconsequential now, besides forcing you to get up close and personal with her smelly workout apparel.
"These are clearly Irina's" Kimberly stated firmly and matter-of-factually. Your heart sank as a devilish smirk painted her face. What on Earth was happening? Didn't she just get shown that you were these silky soft panties? There's no world in which she merely forgot, right? "Oh well, this problem is easily remedied." Kimberly said, folding you neatly before slipping you into the back pocket of her jeans. You cried as the scratchy fabric rubbed against you, sealing you tight against the curvy mother's taut rear end.
You could feel each step your hopeful mother-in-law took as she departed the laundry room, poking her head outside towards her still awaiting daughter basking in the sun. "Cassie, dear? It seems like Irina is a little upset she caused our dear Jake so much trouble so I'm going to head over to console her, okay?" Cassie merely waved her mom off happily, happy to just be home with things back to normal with her lovely fiance back where he belonged, even if a tad misshapen.
With that, the hefty swaying began once again as Kimberly made the short walk to her best friends house, knocking on the door and waiting excitedly. Not a minute later, the busty raven-haired Irina happily popped open the door, as cheery and casual as ever, "Hey Kim, what's up?"
Kimberly invited herself in, remarking she figured the two could hang out for a bit, share a couple drinks, and maybe reminisce on their latest vacation. They took a seat in the living room, much to your chagrin, popped open a fresh bottle, and got to their girl-talk. Just hearing the distant voice of Irina was filling you with overwhelming fear and anxiety. How could such a lovely woman inflict so much misfortune on your life through her own idle mind? Her happy remarks about how perfect you were for her, made for her, and what a golden opportunity her use of you was flooded back into your mind, tormenting you as the two women chatted above. Just how long was Kimberly going to keep you in her back pocket?
"Oh, excuse me, mind if I use your restroom?" you finally heard Kimberly ask as the weight lifted off you.
Irina happily responded, "Course not! You know where it is!" retrieving her phone from between her breasts to occupy her in the meantime.
Kimberly made her way through the hall of Irina's home, before coming to her real destination. Taking a stop at Irina's bedroom, she retrieved you from her back pocket before tossing you carelessly onto her friend's large bed.
You looked through bleary eyes, confused and scared, as Kimberly stared down at you with abject disinterest, her hands on her hips. "Hmmm, something doesn't complete this mood quite right." she mumbled, now tapping her chin in thought. Spotting something right outside, Kimberly had her "ah-ha" moment.
Plucking a freshly bloomed rose from the bush right outside Irina's window, they were her favorite, Kimberly laid it gently atop your thong body, unable to contain her laughter as she remarked what a pretty picture you had become. Clasping her hands in finality, you saw Kimberly turn on her heel, and leave the room as quickly as she'd came, totally nonchalant to the fate she had just left you in.
Hours droned on while you heard the distant laughter of the two women outside. You even heard the now familiar chatter of Irina's kids as they joined in on the fun. Everyone in the Briarwood home seemed to be enjoying themselves except for you, firmly immobilized with nothing but the distant future to taunt your psyche. You were now totally in the hands of fate, or more accurately, the hands of the busty Irina.
Finally, long after even Kimberly had left for the night, you heard the bedroom door pushed open. An immediately obvious tipsy Irina appeared in the gap, tiredly yanking at her pants to pull them off and get right into bed. You watched helplessly as the clueless broad tossed the leggings aside, her gigantic porcelain rear popping free and seemingly incapable of being still as she inadvertently mooned you.
Again, you wanted to shield your modest eyes, even if the sight was strangely tantalizing, you were a spoken for man! You hoped and prayed to god Irina understood that modesty as well, as she turned around and finally met eyes with the rose adorned thong laid on the foot of her bed.
"Oh wow! What a beautiful little rose! And what's this? A cute, pink thong along with it!" Irina swooped you up, holding you betwixt her thumbs as she gazed upon you, "Oh my goodness, it's so damn soft too! Why, it's almost as soft as that one I made with the help of..." The usually cloudy-headed woman combined with the inebriation of some nightly drinks seemed to be thinking even slower than usual. "Jake! What're you doing here sweetie?! Don't you know what time it is? It's not too proper of you to visit a woman like myself at this late an hour!"
Irina was practically snorting in uncontrolled laughter, trying to regain her composure and address the tiny man she had in her hands. "Why, if I didn't know oh-so-much better, I'd begin to believe you were paying me a more personal visit..." Warm and sharp breath poured over you as Irina took on a faint blush, her imagination clearly getting a little out of hand here.
"It's okay, Jake. You've made it clear why you're here. You..."
You wanted to shout or cry out to the oblivious 22-year old but her eyes were straight ahead, not that there was anything to see on your pure pink form. You were bouncing along, other articles of the family's clothes jostling around or onto you, until she reached the washing machine and plopped you down harshly. "Might as well get this off now, only girls in this house anyways..." Maddie mumbled as you saw her beginning to pry at the bottom of her sports bra.
You wanted to shield your eyes from the perverse sight of your future sister-in-law but you couldn't budge an inch if you tried. You were forced to witness her chest popping free, the jiggly mounds swaying as Maddie fanned herself while twirling the now limp fabric in her finger. "Feels good to give these puppies some air!" the sporty brunette remarked, then allowing her sports bra to fall free, finally shielding her nude form from your vision but also covering you in her warm and wet discarded clothing.
You huffed in putrid air, now heavy with the humid scent of Maddie, as she finished dropping the rest of her sopping outfit onto you before remarking, "Hmmm...looks like there's still enough room..." and leaving you by yourself. You heard her distant shouts out the back door of, "MOM! I'm running a load if you want to add your stuff!" to which you were far too small and buried to hear the response to.
You got your answer momentarily though as the unmistakable booms of Kimberly's approach reached your hamper prison. You'd be trembling if you weren't sealed tight as you felt each article slowly raised off you and deposited into the machine. You'd just been subjected to the washing machine treatment at Irina's house and you weren't looking forward to it now, especially not with all this busy household's intimates.
Soon enough though, Kimberly uncovered you by tossing the soaked sports bra into the washer, taking on a mildly surprised expression as she peered down at you. "Oh no...there must've been some mistake." You finally felt a wave of relief wash over you. At least Cassie had shown Kimberly what you were so now she could save you from this torment. Maddie's little mistake should prove inconsequential now, besides forcing you to get up close and personal with her smelly workout apparel.
"These are clearly Irina's" Kimberly stated firmly and matter-of-factually. Your heart sank as a devilish smirk painted her face. What on Earth was happening? Didn't she just get shown that you were these silky soft panties? There's no world in which she merely forgot, right? "Oh well, this problem is easily remedied." Kimberly said, folding you neatly before slipping you into the back pocket of her jeans. You cried as the scratchy fabric rubbed against you, sealing you tight against the curvy mother's taut rear end.
You could feel each step your hopeful mother-in-law took as she departed the laundry room, poking her head outside towards her still awaiting daughter basking in the sun. "Cassie, dear? It seems like Irina is a little upset she caused our dear Jake so much trouble so I'm going to head over to console her, okay?" Cassie merely waved her mom off happily, happy to just be home with things back to normal with her lovely fiance back where he belonged, even if a tad misshapen.
With that, the hefty swaying began once again as Kimberly made the short walk to her best friends house, knocking on the door and waiting excitedly. Not a minute later, the busty raven-haired Irina happily popped open the door, as cheery and casual as ever, "Hey Kim, what's up?"
Kimberly invited herself in, remarking she figured the two could hang out for a bit, share a couple drinks, and maybe reminisce on their latest vacation. They took a seat in the living room, much to your chagrin, popped open a fresh bottle, and got to their girl-talk. Just hearing the distant voice of Irina was filling you with overwhelming fear and anxiety. How could such a lovely woman inflict so much misfortune on your life through her own idle mind? Her happy remarks about how perfect you were for her, made for her, and what a golden opportunity her use of you was flooded back into your mind, tormenting you as the two women chatted above. Just how long was Kimberly going to keep you in her back pocket?
"Oh, excuse me, mind if I use your restroom?" you finally heard Kimberly ask as the weight lifted off you.
Irina happily responded, "Course not! You know where it is!" retrieving her phone from between her breasts to occupy her in the meantime.
Kimberly made her way through the hall of Irina's home, before coming to her real destination. Taking a stop at Irina's bedroom, she retrieved you from her back pocket before tossing you carelessly onto her friend's large bed.
You looked through bleary eyes, confused and scared, as Kimberly stared down at you with abject disinterest, her hands on her hips. "Hmmm, something doesn't complete this mood quite right." she mumbled, now tapping her chin in thought. Spotting something right outside, Kimberly had her "ah-ha" moment.
Plucking a freshly bloomed rose from the bush right outside Irina's window, they were her favorite, Kimberly laid it gently atop your thong body, unable to contain her laughter as she remarked what a pretty picture you had become. Clasping her hands in finality, you saw Kimberly turn on her heel, and leave the room as quickly as she'd came, totally nonchalant to the fate she had just left you in.
Hours droned on while you heard the distant laughter of the two women outside. You even heard the now familiar chatter of Irina's kids as they joined in on the fun. Everyone in the Briarwood home seemed to be enjoying themselves except for you, firmly immobilized with nothing but the distant future to taunt your psyche. You were now totally in the hands of fate, or more accurately, the hands of the busty Irina.
Finally, long after even Kimberly had left for the night, you heard the bedroom door pushed open. An immediately obvious tipsy Irina appeared in the gap, tiredly yanking at her pants to pull them off and get right into bed. You watched helplessly as the clueless broad tossed the leggings aside, her gigantic porcelain rear popping free and seemingly incapable of being still as she inadvertently mooned you.
Again, you wanted to shield your modest eyes, even if the sight was strangely tantalizing, you were a spoken for man! You hoped and prayed to god Irina understood that modesty as well, as she turned around and finally met eyes with the rose adorned thong laid on the foot of her bed.
"Oh wow! What a beautiful little rose! And what's this? A cute, pink thong along with it!" Irina swooped you up, holding you betwixt her thumbs as she gazed upon you, "Oh my goodness, it's so damn soft too! Why, it's almost as soft as that one I made with the help of..." The usually cloudy-headed woman combined with the inebriation of some nightly drinks seemed to be thinking even slower than usual. "Jake! What're you doing here sweetie?! Don't you know what time it is? It's not too proper of you to visit a woman like myself at this late an hour!"
Irina was practically snorting in uncontrolled laughter, trying to regain her composure and address the tiny man she had in her hands. "Why, if I didn't know oh-so-much better, I'd begin to believe you were paying me a more personal visit..." Warm and sharp breath poured over you as Irina took on a faint blush, her imagination clearly getting a little out of hand here.
"It's okay, Jake. You've made it clear why you're here. You..."
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