Kimberly’s Schemes and Your Misfortune
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
In truth, Kimberly did feel a little bad for you after witnessing your tiny vulnerable self be forgotten by everyone but herself. Trailing a step behind her bodacious friend, she watched as your twisted form was chewed up between Irina’s massive buttocks, the oblivious woman having totally forgotten her unfortunate passenger. Meanwhile, your own fiancé had run off to play with her younger sisters, leaving you to your fate under the apparent belief that you had never come on this trip at all. As much as she loved her daughter, the Smalls matriarch wondered if perhaps that girl had temporarily forgotten that she even had a fiancé, given that she hadn’t mentioned you in hours now. When you had told that story about the college girls and the beach volleyball game she had thought perhaps that was some particularly unfortunate experience, but now she wondered if it was your day to day. If perhaps your luck was simply so bad that fate would always find a way to squish and flatten you.
However, whatever slight feelings of empathy for you she might have, Kimberly shook them off as she focused her mind and her desires on the needs of her own family. No matter what, the brunette was a mother who would always put her children first, and as far as she could see the plain reality was that if you were truly so prone to getting in trouble then for anyone to marry you would mean that person spending the rest of their life looking out for your wellbeing instead of their own. She refused to contemplate the possibility of Cassie being reduced to a caregiver constantly attending to the needs of a tiny husband at an age when she should be stretching her wings and living the best years of her life. No. The best thing for all of her girls would be for you to disappear from her eldest daughter’s life forever, giving her the chance to meet a man, or woman, who could truly care for her.
For a brief moment, as Irina meandered across the street to check out another display, your thong body straining as the massive woman bent down for a better look, Kimberly contemplated pursuing a truly permanent solution to her troubles. It would be easy to take back ‘her’ bikini after the two of them bought some new clothes before ‘loosing’ the loose bottoms at the beach by placing them in a donation bin, or otherwise finding some way to pass you off to a complete stranger that neither she nor Cassie would ever see again. A few stiches to seal your ‘seams’ should be enough to keep you from coming back, and she’d never again have to worry about you ruining her family’s happiness.
But… no. No matter how much she hated the idea of the future you represented, the brunette could not be so callous as to send you to some unknown fate like that. The memory would surely haunt her if she did so, never knowing if she had sent you to your death or some even worse fate. Instead, Kimberly determined to keep you close, next door in fact, permanently assigned to the wardrobe of her neighbour and best friend, where she could keep track of you and ensure your fate was… fair. You would continue to serve Irina’s body as a well-cared for and much enjoyed piece of clothing, and who knows, your would-be mother-in-law might even borrow you on occasion, for curiosity’s sake.
The only problem was that, even if she had forgotten in the moment, there was every chance that Cassie would eventually remember that she did, in fact, have a fiancé and that he had, in fact, come with her family on this trip. From there it would be inevitable that your assignment as Irina’s thong would be recalled, and the search for the tanned thong known as Jake would commence. That being the case, a simple solution presented itself. To make sure that by the time that search began, you were no longer a tanned thong. Or better yet, to make sure that you were no longer a thong at all.
Decision made, and gaze returning to the tailor shop, Kimberly tapped Irina on the shoulder and waited for the exuberant woman to turn around, hiding a smirk as her friend rose back to her full height with an audible wet slap as her cheeks clamped together. “Hey. After we get you some new clothes, why don’t we check out the tailor and get that bikini of yours tailored into a sexy one piece.” The brunette let the smirk show now. “Not that you don’t look fine as is, but I think we both know you could use some more fabric if you’re planning to get any peace and quiet from the men around here.” Even now more than one man passing by was distracted by just how much of Irina’s rear was bared for all to see, your body doing a terrible job of covering her as it was devoured by her flesh.
The black-haired beauty giggled, sparing a glance to her surroundings and smirking as several men turned away with obvious embarrassment. All this attention was making her feel half her age, like she was a young girl at the beach again, searching for a good time. Still, she was a mother now so it wouldn’t do to get too distracted. “Well, you’re not wrong. But…” Irina rolled her eyes at Kimberly, as if exasperated at her friend’s obliviousness. “Have you forgotten again that you lent me this bikini Kim? It’s not mine to get altered.” It seemed however that her concerns were unfounded, as the other woman waved off the protest with a dismissive brush of her hand. “Keep them. I’ve got plenty of pairs back at home. Consider it a gift since you lost all of your own luggage on our family trip.”
Though she felt like noting that it was hardly the Smalls family’s fault that the airline had lost her luggage, Irina couldn’t stop the pleased smile that crossed her lips. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Reaching back, she used a finger to partially pull her own wedgie before letting in smack back into her cheeks with a satisfied moan, unknowing and uncaring of the torture she was putting your poor body through. “I wonder if the tailor could treat the top to have the same support and feel of these bottoms. It’s a bit tight, but this thong is the most incredibly comfortable thing I’ve ever worn.” With a cheek in each hand she pressed them together, rolling them around to enjoy that supple feeling.
“Oh really?” If that was the case then Kimberly really was going to have to borrow you at some point, if only to know what all the fuss was about. If you were so good at it, perhaps being worn was your true purpose in life. Certainly more suitable than a husband for some unfortunate girl. “I’m not sure if they’ll be able to, but it’s worth asking at least.” It was, after all, a rather unique substance. “In either case, I think a one piece would provide you with better support overall, even if the thong remains the most comfortable part.” And, more importantly, it should seal your fate as an object.
Still buried in the immensity of Irina’s posterior, you were unable to hear the discussion above in detail, only catching the occasional word from your wearer without any of the surrounding context. Enough did filter down for you to be vaguely aware that they were discussing something to do with yourself and purchasing new outfits, including a one piece, so you hoped you would be freed soon, though that didn’t explain why you were still being played with and squished incessantly. Before you had simply been used as any other piece of swimwear might be, but right now it felt like Irina was deliberately trying to grind you between her cheeks as hard as possible, even going so far as to pull you out momentarily only to slingshot you straight back into the dark sweaty abyss of her rear.
The familiar grind of movement returned as the women headed into the nearest clothing store. Your form was continuously battered as your captor sashayed around the store with exaggerated hip movements, apparently enjoying her last few moments on display until her purchases were made. When you were finally slipped off and given your first breath of fresh air in what felt like forever, your sodden body was unceremoniously dumped on the change room floor, only to have a tan bra fall on you an instant later, its own heat and moisture leeching into your absorbent skin. Still, you held onto hope that soon you would be returned to Cassie, even as an unseen hand descended and scooped you into a bag together with the top, the distant sound of Kimberly’s voice mentioning something about a tailor the only sign that you had been picked up by someone you actually knew.
Being mushed up against the still warm bikini top above a pile of other unseen items as the bag you were in swung back and forth wasn’t the most pleasant experience of your life, but compared to the hell you had just escaped from it was practically heaven. Such was your relief that you had almost fallen asleep when light flooded in from above and Kimberly’s hand reached in to claim you once more, snatching you up and depositing you on a hard surface. The deft fingers of your would-be mother-in-law worked to spread you out, and as you looked up you expected to see your fiancé gazing down at you, surprised when you were instead met by an unknown busty blonde holding a notepad, glancing between yourself and a beaming Irina on the other side of a store counter.
Are you truly fated to be turned into Irina’s one piece, or does some other fate now await you?
However, whatever slight feelings of empathy for you she might have, Kimberly shook them off as she focused her mind and her desires on the needs of her own family. No matter what, the brunette was a mother who would always put her children first, and as far as she could see the plain reality was that if you were truly so prone to getting in trouble then for anyone to marry you would mean that person spending the rest of their life looking out for your wellbeing instead of their own. She refused to contemplate the possibility of Cassie being reduced to a caregiver constantly attending to the needs of a tiny husband at an age when she should be stretching her wings and living the best years of her life. No. The best thing for all of her girls would be for you to disappear from her eldest daughter’s life forever, giving her the chance to meet a man, or woman, who could truly care for her.
For a brief moment, as Irina meandered across the street to check out another display, your thong body straining as the massive woman bent down for a better look, Kimberly contemplated pursuing a truly permanent solution to her troubles. It would be easy to take back ‘her’ bikini after the two of them bought some new clothes before ‘loosing’ the loose bottoms at the beach by placing them in a donation bin, or otherwise finding some way to pass you off to a complete stranger that neither she nor Cassie would ever see again. A few stiches to seal your ‘seams’ should be enough to keep you from coming back, and she’d never again have to worry about you ruining her family’s happiness.
But… no. No matter how much she hated the idea of the future you represented, the brunette could not be so callous as to send you to some unknown fate like that. The memory would surely haunt her if she did so, never knowing if she had sent you to your death or some even worse fate. Instead, Kimberly determined to keep you close, next door in fact, permanently assigned to the wardrobe of her neighbour and best friend, where she could keep track of you and ensure your fate was… fair. You would continue to serve Irina’s body as a well-cared for and much enjoyed piece of clothing, and who knows, your would-be mother-in-law might even borrow you on occasion, for curiosity’s sake.
The only problem was that, even if she had forgotten in the moment, there was every chance that Cassie would eventually remember that she did, in fact, have a fiancé and that he had, in fact, come with her family on this trip. From there it would be inevitable that your assignment as Irina’s thong would be recalled, and the search for the tanned thong known as Jake would commence. That being the case, a simple solution presented itself. To make sure that by the time that search began, you were no longer a tanned thong. Or better yet, to make sure that you were no longer a thong at all.
Decision made, and gaze returning to the tailor shop, Kimberly tapped Irina on the shoulder and waited for the exuberant woman to turn around, hiding a smirk as her friend rose back to her full height with an audible wet slap as her cheeks clamped together. “Hey. After we get you some new clothes, why don’t we check out the tailor and get that bikini of yours tailored into a sexy one piece.” The brunette let the smirk show now. “Not that you don’t look fine as is, but I think we both know you could use some more fabric if you’re planning to get any peace and quiet from the men around here.” Even now more than one man passing by was distracted by just how much of Irina’s rear was bared for all to see, your body doing a terrible job of covering her as it was devoured by her flesh.
The black-haired beauty giggled, sparing a glance to her surroundings and smirking as several men turned away with obvious embarrassment. All this attention was making her feel half her age, like she was a young girl at the beach again, searching for a good time. Still, she was a mother now so it wouldn’t do to get too distracted. “Well, you’re not wrong. But…” Irina rolled her eyes at Kimberly, as if exasperated at her friend’s obliviousness. “Have you forgotten again that you lent me this bikini Kim? It’s not mine to get altered.” It seemed however that her concerns were unfounded, as the other woman waved off the protest with a dismissive brush of her hand. “Keep them. I’ve got plenty of pairs back at home. Consider it a gift since you lost all of your own luggage on our family trip.”
Though she felt like noting that it was hardly the Smalls family’s fault that the airline had lost her luggage, Irina couldn’t stop the pleased smile that crossed her lips. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Reaching back, she used a finger to partially pull her own wedgie before letting in smack back into her cheeks with a satisfied moan, unknowing and uncaring of the torture she was putting your poor body through. “I wonder if the tailor could treat the top to have the same support and feel of these bottoms. It’s a bit tight, but this thong is the most incredibly comfortable thing I’ve ever worn.” With a cheek in each hand she pressed them together, rolling them around to enjoy that supple feeling.
“Oh really?” If that was the case then Kimberly really was going to have to borrow you at some point, if only to know what all the fuss was about. If you were so good at it, perhaps being worn was your true purpose in life. Certainly more suitable than a husband for some unfortunate girl. “I’m not sure if they’ll be able to, but it’s worth asking at least.” It was, after all, a rather unique substance. “In either case, I think a one piece would provide you with better support overall, even if the thong remains the most comfortable part.” And, more importantly, it should seal your fate as an object.
Still buried in the immensity of Irina’s posterior, you were unable to hear the discussion above in detail, only catching the occasional word from your wearer without any of the surrounding context. Enough did filter down for you to be vaguely aware that they were discussing something to do with yourself and purchasing new outfits, including a one piece, so you hoped you would be freed soon, though that didn’t explain why you were still being played with and squished incessantly. Before you had simply been used as any other piece of swimwear might be, but right now it felt like Irina was deliberately trying to grind you between her cheeks as hard as possible, even going so far as to pull you out momentarily only to slingshot you straight back into the dark sweaty abyss of her rear.
The familiar grind of movement returned as the women headed into the nearest clothing store. Your form was continuously battered as your captor sashayed around the store with exaggerated hip movements, apparently enjoying her last few moments on display until her purchases were made. When you were finally slipped off and given your first breath of fresh air in what felt like forever, your sodden body was unceremoniously dumped on the change room floor, only to have a tan bra fall on you an instant later, its own heat and moisture leeching into your absorbent skin. Still, you held onto hope that soon you would be returned to Cassie, even as an unseen hand descended and scooped you into a bag together with the top, the distant sound of Kimberly’s voice mentioning something about a tailor the only sign that you had been picked up by someone you actually knew.
Being mushed up against the still warm bikini top above a pile of other unseen items as the bag you were in swung back and forth wasn’t the most pleasant experience of your life, but compared to the hell you had just escaped from it was practically heaven. Such was your relief that you had almost fallen asleep when light flooded in from above and Kimberly’s hand reached in to claim you once more, snatching you up and depositing you on a hard surface. The deft fingers of your would-be mother-in-law worked to spread you out, and as you looked up you expected to see your fiancé gazing down at you, surprised when you were instead met by an unknown busty blonde holding a notepad, glancing between yourself and a beaming Irina on the other side of a store counter.
Are you truly fated to be turned into Irina’s one piece, or does some other fate now await you?
97 views
·
March 28, 2025
Log in to comment