One Rough Morning (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Cassie accidentally caught her finger on a sharp piece of plastic in her suitcase, and her frustrated exclamation was enough to draw Sophie out of her social media world for five seconds to make sure her big sis wasn’t hurt. Those five seconds were all the blonde needed to see the obviously man-shaped sticker on Cassie’s butt and thigh, and her concern instantly melted into pure joy. She erupted into hysterics, and snagged a quick photo of her indecent sister.
Oblivious, Cassie turned around and frowned, licking a drop of blood from her finger. “Is my pain that funny, Sophie?” Cassie sighed, rolling her eyes.
Sophie waved her hand in front of her face and shook her head, trying to signal ‘no’, but her infectious giggling didn’t cease. Her face grew red as she tried to breathe.
Smirking at her sister’s habit of always laughing, Cassie pulled cute purple panties and a matching bra from her suitcase, and began sliding the panties up her legs. Sophie’s eyes widened and she doubled over in renewed laughter, caught between concern for your safety and the hilarity of her own sister being oblivious of her squishy fiancé. She tried to blurt out a coherent sentence, and failed miserably.
The fabric of the panties passed over you, and soon snapped into place around Cassie’s shapely rear, slamming your face firmly into her posterior. You tried to talk, move, or do anything anyway, but you could not. In fact, in your total darkness of ass flesh, you didn’t even know why Sophie was laughing. For all you knew, she was just giggling at social media, and hadn’t spotted you at all.
Cassie couldn’t stay mad at what she still thought was Sophie being a bit mean, not when her younger sister was so exuberant. Beginning to laugh herself, Cassie struggled to hook her bra on as her breasts quivered and shook. Seeing her older sister struggle tickled yet another funny bone in Sophie, and the carefree giantess collapsed to the floor, wheezing now. Both sisters laughed uproariously, with Cassie hoping they weren’t waking up any of their room neighbors.
With Sophie essentially defeated by her own giggly nature, Cassie was free to dig out an eye-catching miniskirt from her suitcase and slide it up her legs and into place around her waist. The skirt hugged her legs tightly, but didn’t prevent any movement either. Of course, this meant the skirt not only totally hid you from view but also kept you plastered in place on her thigh, unable to reform.
Slipping on a tasteful but still appealing blouse, Cassie passed a brush through her hair and grabbed her purse. Sophie had mostly settled down, so Cassie helped her adorable knucklehead of a sister off the floor. Sophie’s phone had also fallen onto the carpet, but as Cassie went to retrieve it, she noticed it had fallen face-up, and was also still unlocked. Smile fading, her eyes narrowed on the picture on the screen.
A shot of Cassie, bare naked, standing in front of her suitcase, with you firmly glued to her butt and thigh.
Cassie blinked once. Then twice. She looked at Sophie and showed the photo. “Soph…what is this?”
Sophie looked at the photo for a second and giggled. “Oh yeah. That’s what I was laughing about.”
“…okay. What is it?”
Sophie titled her head. “What do you mean? It’s Jake stuck to your butt?” She replied simply, and Cassie paled. Sophie was unphased. “I…didn’t mention that earlier? Was I too busy laughing? Oops!” She grinned.
*****
It took Cassie another fifteen minutes to undress, peel you free, and then let you reform, and she did her fair share of complaining to Sophie for endangering you by not telling her right away. Sophie apologized to Cassie (strangely, not to you), and was back to smiling and laughing a minute later. Cassie didn’t stay mad long, and soon both you and her were ready to go to breakfast.
Cassie carried you protectively as the three of you headed to the dining hall and the huge breakfast buffet. You complimented her on her beautiful outfit, and took note of Sophie’s eye-catching and rather risqué swimsuit attire. Soon though, all eyes were on the sweeping assortment of food being offered. Kimberly waved you over to a table she’d saved, and you each took a seat.
Strangely, there were only five chairs at the table, even though there was room for a sixth. At the moment, it worked though, as Irina was still asleep. Kimberly was still eating, and Maddie was just finishing her meal. Sophie claimed the chair next to Cassie, so your fiancée flashed you an apologetic look and then sat you down beside Kimberly.
Cassie and Sophie went to grab plates of breakfast for themselves and for you, so you preoccupied yourself with a bit of conversation with Maddie and Kimberly. You asked the Smalls women their plans for the day, to which Maddie responded with beach swimming, volleyball, and a dip in the sauna, and Kimberly voiced her desire for a full-body massage and spa treatment. It was the first truly normal conversation you’d had with your future mother-in-law, which was nice.
Your wife-to-be and sister-in-law-to-be returned with food, and you all dug in. It was a bit hard for you to reach your plate from the chair, but you managed. The food was exceptional, and Cassie had picked out all of your favorites. The entire experience was wholly enjoyable, and continued as such for the next ten minutes.
Cassie was soon drawn into conversation with Sophie, and Maddie excused herself to head down to the beach. Kimberly hadn’t said a word to you in the past few minutes, though you thought you saw her glance at you once. Just then, she looked over her daughters and behind them, and waved.
“Irina! Over here!” Kimberly shouted. She pointed to the seat beside her…YOUR seat. “Saved you a seat!”
You frowned, and finished eating a sausage. Swallowing, you looked up at Kimberly. “Um…Miss Smalls…I’m still–”
You were cut off by Cassie and Sophie laughing loudly at a joke, their happy voices drowning out your own. Kimberly joined in their laughter too, so your follow-up attempt failed too. The table was comprised of individual chairs each two or three feet apart, so you couldn’t just reach over and poke Kimberly to get her attention either. Maybe climbing up onto the table would work best.
As you reached for the wood, your hands, still slick with syrup, slid right off the table. It was an embarrassingly display, really. Desperately, you licked the syrup off, which only made you choke in your haste. You coughed and sputtered out another cry to Kimberly, who simply laughed at another of Sophie’s jokes and sipped her apple juice. Once more, you swore she made eye contact with you from the corner of her eye.
All of a sudden, your chair was overcome by shadow, and you whipped around in fear. All you had time to glance was the gargantuan ass of Irina, her smooth and creamy globes of flesh held only by an almost non-existent white thong that practically flossed her cheeks. Silently and weakly, you raised your hands as her rump descended, slapping onto the chair with an audible ‘squelch noise’. Audible to you at least, as it fell on deaf ears.
Settling into what was apparently now HER chair, Irina wriggled her ass to get comfortable, twisting and grinding her meaty flesh on top of you. Your body was reduced to a pathetic squishy blob in seconds, half of your body stuck at her crack and the rest against her left cheek. As she twisted in her chair, you slowly began slipping towards and then past her thong, her sweaty skin offering no resistance.
Soon, your entire upper half was past her thong and firmly inside of her butt crack. The heat and pressure on your doubled instantly, as did the veritable buckets of sweat dripping onto you. You tried to thrash and squirm, but your movements were entirely hampered by Irina’s the sheer heft of Irina’s butt. Her flesh was simply to overbearing and jiggly to give you and freedom to move.
“Ah! You even gave me a plate!” Irina grinned happily, digging into the pancake you’d made almost no progress on, and downing a gulp of your apple juice. Kimberly smiled warmly at her best friend, then glanced at Cassie and Sophie, who were gazing at Sophie’s phone, absorbed into some silly social media posts. She smiled, and began talking with Irina.
Irina’s jaw-dropping ass covered the entire seat of the chair, and by extension you, so not a soul could possibly see you or even know you were there. The black-haired giantess herself certainly didn’t feel you. Your body was almost nothing to her, let alone just her butt, and she’d established her dominance over you in seconds. For the second time in as many days, her ass threatened to claim you. As nice as she seemed, you regretted every meeting this woman.
The worst was still to come though, as the buildup of sweat in Irina’s ass crack was piling on your body, quickly forming a small puddle. This bothered Irina, who decided to discreetly sneak a hand down to her ass, lift up her left cheek, and poke her index finger into her crack, trying to scratch the itch. Kimberly watched her with rapt attention, eyes flickering between Irina and her daughter.
Irina’s fingernail caught your lower half, and as she moved to scratch her itch, pushed your lower half into her butt crack, past her thong. You mentally screamed and tried to fit her, but to no avail. You simply couldn’t move or squirm or do anything at all. Heedless to your silent pleas for salvation, Irina’s efforts to scratch her itch wedged your malleable body fully inside of her sweaty crack, completely hidden.
Oblivious, Cassie turned around and frowned, licking a drop of blood from her finger. “Is my pain that funny, Sophie?” Cassie sighed, rolling her eyes.
Sophie waved her hand in front of her face and shook her head, trying to signal ‘no’, but her infectious giggling didn’t cease. Her face grew red as she tried to breathe.
Smirking at her sister’s habit of always laughing, Cassie pulled cute purple panties and a matching bra from her suitcase, and began sliding the panties up her legs. Sophie’s eyes widened and she doubled over in renewed laughter, caught between concern for your safety and the hilarity of her own sister being oblivious of her squishy fiancé. She tried to blurt out a coherent sentence, and failed miserably.
The fabric of the panties passed over you, and soon snapped into place around Cassie’s shapely rear, slamming your face firmly into her posterior. You tried to talk, move, or do anything anyway, but you could not. In fact, in your total darkness of ass flesh, you didn’t even know why Sophie was laughing. For all you knew, she was just giggling at social media, and hadn’t spotted you at all.
Cassie couldn’t stay mad at what she still thought was Sophie being a bit mean, not when her younger sister was so exuberant. Beginning to laugh herself, Cassie struggled to hook her bra on as her breasts quivered and shook. Seeing her older sister struggle tickled yet another funny bone in Sophie, and the carefree giantess collapsed to the floor, wheezing now. Both sisters laughed uproariously, with Cassie hoping they weren’t waking up any of their room neighbors.
With Sophie essentially defeated by her own giggly nature, Cassie was free to dig out an eye-catching miniskirt from her suitcase and slide it up her legs and into place around her waist. The skirt hugged her legs tightly, but didn’t prevent any movement either. Of course, this meant the skirt not only totally hid you from view but also kept you plastered in place on her thigh, unable to reform.
Slipping on a tasteful but still appealing blouse, Cassie passed a brush through her hair and grabbed her purse. Sophie had mostly settled down, so Cassie helped her adorable knucklehead of a sister off the floor. Sophie’s phone had also fallen onto the carpet, but as Cassie went to retrieve it, she noticed it had fallen face-up, and was also still unlocked. Smile fading, her eyes narrowed on the picture on the screen.
A shot of Cassie, bare naked, standing in front of her suitcase, with you firmly glued to her butt and thigh.
Cassie blinked once. Then twice. She looked at Sophie and showed the photo. “Soph…what is this?”
Sophie looked at the photo for a second and giggled. “Oh yeah. That’s what I was laughing about.”
“…okay. What is it?”
Sophie titled her head. “What do you mean? It’s Jake stuck to your butt?” She replied simply, and Cassie paled. Sophie was unphased. “I…didn’t mention that earlier? Was I too busy laughing? Oops!” She grinned.
*****
It took Cassie another fifteen minutes to undress, peel you free, and then let you reform, and she did her fair share of complaining to Sophie for endangering you by not telling her right away. Sophie apologized to Cassie (strangely, not to you), and was back to smiling and laughing a minute later. Cassie didn’t stay mad long, and soon both you and her were ready to go to breakfast.
Cassie carried you protectively as the three of you headed to the dining hall and the huge breakfast buffet. You complimented her on her beautiful outfit, and took note of Sophie’s eye-catching and rather risqué swimsuit attire. Soon though, all eyes were on the sweeping assortment of food being offered. Kimberly waved you over to a table she’d saved, and you each took a seat.
Strangely, there were only five chairs at the table, even though there was room for a sixth. At the moment, it worked though, as Irina was still asleep. Kimberly was still eating, and Maddie was just finishing her meal. Sophie claimed the chair next to Cassie, so your fiancée flashed you an apologetic look and then sat you down beside Kimberly.
Cassie and Sophie went to grab plates of breakfast for themselves and for you, so you preoccupied yourself with a bit of conversation with Maddie and Kimberly. You asked the Smalls women their plans for the day, to which Maddie responded with beach swimming, volleyball, and a dip in the sauna, and Kimberly voiced her desire for a full-body massage and spa treatment. It was the first truly normal conversation you’d had with your future mother-in-law, which was nice.
Your wife-to-be and sister-in-law-to-be returned with food, and you all dug in. It was a bit hard for you to reach your plate from the chair, but you managed. The food was exceptional, and Cassie had picked out all of your favorites. The entire experience was wholly enjoyable, and continued as such for the next ten minutes.
Cassie was soon drawn into conversation with Sophie, and Maddie excused herself to head down to the beach. Kimberly hadn’t said a word to you in the past few minutes, though you thought you saw her glance at you once. Just then, she looked over her daughters and behind them, and waved.
“Irina! Over here!” Kimberly shouted. She pointed to the seat beside her…YOUR seat. “Saved you a seat!”
You frowned, and finished eating a sausage. Swallowing, you looked up at Kimberly. “Um…Miss Smalls…I’m still–”
You were cut off by Cassie and Sophie laughing loudly at a joke, their happy voices drowning out your own. Kimberly joined in their laughter too, so your follow-up attempt failed too. The table was comprised of individual chairs each two or three feet apart, so you couldn’t just reach over and poke Kimberly to get her attention either. Maybe climbing up onto the table would work best.
As you reached for the wood, your hands, still slick with syrup, slid right off the table. It was an embarrassingly display, really. Desperately, you licked the syrup off, which only made you choke in your haste. You coughed and sputtered out another cry to Kimberly, who simply laughed at another of Sophie’s jokes and sipped her apple juice. Once more, you swore she made eye contact with you from the corner of her eye.
All of a sudden, your chair was overcome by shadow, and you whipped around in fear. All you had time to glance was the gargantuan ass of Irina, her smooth and creamy globes of flesh held only by an almost non-existent white thong that practically flossed her cheeks. Silently and weakly, you raised your hands as her rump descended, slapping onto the chair with an audible ‘squelch noise’. Audible to you at least, as it fell on deaf ears.
Settling into what was apparently now HER chair, Irina wriggled her ass to get comfortable, twisting and grinding her meaty flesh on top of you. Your body was reduced to a pathetic squishy blob in seconds, half of your body stuck at her crack and the rest against her left cheek. As she twisted in her chair, you slowly began slipping towards and then past her thong, her sweaty skin offering no resistance.
Soon, your entire upper half was past her thong and firmly inside of her butt crack. The heat and pressure on your doubled instantly, as did the veritable buckets of sweat dripping onto you. You tried to thrash and squirm, but your movements were entirely hampered by Irina’s the sheer heft of Irina’s butt. Her flesh was simply to overbearing and jiggly to give you and freedom to move.
“Ah! You even gave me a plate!” Irina grinned happily, digging into the pancake you’d made almost no progress on, and downing a gulp of your apple juice. Kimberly smiled warmly at her best friend, then glanced at Cassie and Sophie, who were gazing at Sophie’s phone, absorbed into some silly social media posts. She smiled, and began talking with Irina.
Irina’s jaw-dropping ass covered the entire seat of the chair, and by extension you, so not a soul could possibly see you or even know you were there. The black-haired giantess herself certainly didn’t feel you. Your body was almost nothing to her, let alone just her butt, and she’d established her dominance over you in seconds. For the second time in as many days, her ass threatened to claim you. As nice as she seemed, you regretted every meeting this woman.
The worst was still to come though, as the buildup of sweat in Irina’s ass crack was piling on your body, quickly forming a small puddle. This bothered Irina, who decided to discreetly sneak a hand down to her ass, lift up her left cheek, and poke her index finger into her crack, trying to scratch the itch. Kimberly watched her with rapt attention, eyes flickering between Irina and her daughter.
Irina’s fingernail caught your lower half, and as she moved to scratch her itch, pushed your lower half into her butt crack, past her thong. You mentally screamed and tried to fit her, but to no avail. You simply couldn’t move or squirm or do anything at all. Heedless to your silent pleas for salvation, Irina’s efforts to scratch her itch wedged your malleable body fully inside of her sweaty crack, completely hidden.
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