Ashley (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
The girl standing at the entrance to the gift shop was decidedly NOT Renee. She couldn’t be any further from Renee. For starters, her hair was as black as night, styled into a celebrity-worthy wavy run down her back, with bright red highlights at the tips. Her skin was a darker tan than Renee’s, and her eyes were a deep hazel color, though at the moment she was wearing designer shades. Her voice was also higher-pitched and a bit grating, dripping with annoyance and pretentiousness. She had a small purse slung over her shoulder.
Much, much more different than Renee was her choice of clothing. Unlike Renee’s modest and practical employee uniform, this new girl was clad in only her swimsuit, though calling it that was a bit too lenient. Truthfully, the scraps of fabric on the girl’s body were hardly more than just that: scraps of fabric.
Her top consisted of two fancy red diamonds just managing to conceal the girl’s nipples, and then pathetic little strings tied over her shoulders and around her back. Her swimsuit bottom was a floss-like red line only barely covering her crotch, to say nothing of how deep into her butt it was wedged.
Renee was a beautiful girl, and you could see the curves hidden under her unflattering work attire, but this new girl was on an entirely different level. Her boobs were gargantuan, her meaty thighs rubbed together as she walked, and you could even make out her sizable derriere from the front. Your jaw-dropped, and you fought to pull it back up from the counter, only for it to drop again as the girl took a few tentative steps into the shop, her breasts quivering and jiggling like mad.
“Like, for real! Where’s the bitch that runs this shop?” The girl moaned, smacking bubble gum loudly.
That brought you back to your senses immediately. Hearing the girl flagrantly insult Renee was way out of line, and any sparse attraction you had been tempted with by her curvaceous body alone was gone in an instant. Adopting a neutral stance, you waved to get the girl’s attention.
“Hey, over here. On the counter. What can I help you with, miss?” You forced your voice to be louder and just a tad deeper than normal.
The girl turned to the sound of your voice, and seemingly made eye contact with you. Strolling closer, it took every last ounce of your gentlemanly inner strength to maintain strong eye contact with her instead of glancing down at the ninety-nine perfect of her glorious body she was flaunting.
Staring down at you, the girl raised her designer shades and sneered. “Like, what the fuck are you?”
You twitched slightly at her brash wording. “I’m temporarily manning this shop. Is there anything you would like to buy?”
The girl stared at you for several moments, chomping her bubble gum ominously. Finally, she slowly removed her sunglasses, pushing them up onto her forehead. “Jesus, you’re a weird little freak, aren’t you? Like, you’re super dumb looking.”
You frowned. “That isn’t particularly nice. I’m just offering to help you look for a souvenir to–”
The girl cut you off by popping her gum loudly, a few small speckles of spit landing on your face. “I don’t want you. I, like, just want that slut who ripped me off earlier.”
Now you were scowling. “I don’t know what you mean, miss. If you could just–”
“My name is Ashley, itty bitty doll freak! You, like, sound like a disgusting perv saying ‘miss’ over and over. OMG, you’re so annoying.” The black-haired giantess rolled her eyes. “Like, the employee in here earlier told me they don’t have swim tops in my size. And I was like, are you fucking serious? Jesus, this place blows!” Ashley snapped her bubble gum again, the sound loud enough to deafen you momentarily.
She leaned forward nonchalantly onto the countertop, her massive breasts squashing against the delicately aligned piles of Atlantica flyers you’d arranged earlier. Her gargantuan globes scattered the papers as her flesh squeezed out onto the counter, some papers even falling to the floor. If she even noticed, Ashley didn’t seem to care.
“Meanwhile, I’m, like, dying in this god-awful place because my tits feel so heavy without support!” Ashley whined. “I totes left my better bikini at home, and mommy gave me a few grand to spend for new swimsuits, but, like, this shitty place doesn’t even have any! OMG, this was supposed to be, like, the best resort ever. Garbage rip-off!”
You sighed. “Ma’am…Ashley, I don’t know what you want from me.” As discreetly as you could, you backed up an inch from the girl. Her boobs alone were bigger than you were, as as closely as she was pressed up onto the counter, her abyss of cleavage threatened to swallow you whole in an instant.
“Like, what I WANT is for you to drag that smug little asshole out from where she’s hiding, so I can get her fired!” Ashley smirked. “It’s what she gets for denying me. Like, the customer is always right, right? I think she was just jealous of me, the uggo! Her boobs are so dumb and flat compared to my boys!” Ashley laughed, a harsh scraping sound. As she laughed, her gratuitously thick body shook entrancingly, and you took another half step back.
Bad move, as Ashley noticed this time. Raising an eyebrow, she peered down at you. “Aw, what’s the matter little dolly? Scared of, like, dying under one of my tits?” Grinning from ear-to-ear, Ashley hoisted one of her squishy boobs off the counter and let it fall back down with a resounding ‘slap’, prompting another screeching giggle from the cruel giantess.
“You can’t come in here and boss me around, miss. As long as I’m the one manning this shop, I have full say in what goes on.” You crossed your arms and fought down your rising anxiety.
Ashley replied by simply slamming her hand down onto the counter, inches away from you. Out of pure reflex alone, you flinched and curled back a bit, even though her hit was more a show of force than anything else.
Ashley grew a smug, condescending smile on her face. “Uh huh. What if I just crush you into paste. Like, could you even, like, do anything to stop me from squishing you like the little freak you are? That’s totes pathetic.” Her eyes flicked left and noticed the cash register. “You know, I might just help myself to a few hundred, and I’ll call it even. Skanky bitch keeps her job!”
“Hey!” You shouted out, your tolerance boiling over into anger. “You’re the stupid one here. Renee was doing her job, and you’re an entitled brat. Get your hand away from the register before I call security.”
Ashley’s face registered shock at being yelled at, which quickly turned into disdain. “OMG, shut the hell up you little fucker.” A vividly frightening look of careless violence crossed her face as she raised her fist over you. Without proper time to react, you could only drop your macho-act and yelp briefly before her fist descended, smushing you between her hand and the desk.
Her hand retreated a moment later, to your surprise, and your one unmangled eye gazed lazily at the confused expression on her face. As you morphed back to normal and reformed your squished limbs, her jaw dropped slightly, and her eyes widened.
“What the hell? You, like, didn’t pop like a grape!” Ashley exclaimed, effectively confirming her genuine attempt to kill you with her fist slam. “What even are you? This is uber weird.” You were half standing now, and in the middle of reforming your smooshed mouth to yell at the girl when she lashed out with her right hand, slapping you down flat again, ruining your attempt at reforming.
While you were held flat, the girl began to laugh, her harsh voice rising from a low giggle to a down right howl. Effortlessly, she began to toy with your malleable body between the fingers on her right hand, while reaching into the cash register with her left. Relishing the feeling of you squeezing in her grasp, the girl pocketed five hundred dollars in cash, slipping the bills into her purse like it was nothing to her.
Finally, she peeled you off the counter and held you taut in both hands. “I don’t know what the hell you are, but this is, like, way too funny. OMG!” Ashley smiled maliciously. “You’re, like, stretchy and squishy and hella gross, but god, you can’t imagine the things I could do with someTHING like you. And you couldn’t even stop me if you wanted to, itty bitty freak! Loser! Finders Keepers, like mommy always says.”
As Ashley laughed again, you fought valiantly to squirm and wriggle from the sadistic giantess’ grasp, but it was no use. She had total control over your body now that you were flattened and stretched a bit in her hands. You could only weakly glance over her shoulder towards the exit of the shop. What in the world was taking Renee so long in coming back? She was your only savior now!
Much, much more different than Renee was her choice of clothing. Unlike Renee’s modest and practical employee uniform, this new girl was clad in only her swimsuit, though calling it that was a bit too lenient. Truthfully, the scraps of fabric on the girl’s body were hardly more than just that: scraps of fabric.
Her top consisted of two fancy red diamonds just managing to conceal the girl’s nipples, and then pathetic little strings tied over her shoulders and around her back. Her swimsuit bottom was a floss-like red line only barely covering her crotch, to say nothing of how deep into her butt it was wedged.
Renee was a beautiful girl, and you could see the curves hidden under her unflattering work attire, but this new girl was on an entirely different level. Her boobs were gargantuan, her meaty thighs rubbed together as she walked, and you could even make out her sizable derriere from the front. Your jaw-dropped, and you fought to pull it back up from the counter, only for it to drop again as the girl took a few tentative steps into the shop, her breasts quivering and jiggling like mad.
“Like, for real! Where’s the bitch that runs this shop?” The girl moaned, smacking bubble gum loudly.
That brought you back to your senses immediately. Hearing the girl flagrantly insult Renee was way out of line, and any sparse attraction you had been tempted with by her curvaceous body alone was gone in an instant. Adopting a neutral stance, you waved to get the girl’s attention.
“Hey, over here. On the counter. What can I help you with, miss?” You forced your voice to be louder and just a tad deeper than normal.
The girl turned to the sound of your voice, and seemingly made eye contact with you. Strolling closer, it took every last ounce of your gentlemanly inner strength to maintain strong eye contact with her instead of glancing down at the ninety-nine perfect of her glorious body she was flaunting.
Staring down at you, the girl raised her designer shades and sneered. “Like, what the fuck are you?”
You twitched slightly at her brash wording. “I’m temporarily manning this shop. Is there anything you would like to buy?”
The girl stared at you for several moments, chomping her bubble gum ominously. Finally, she slowly removed her sunglasses, pushing them up onto her forehead. “Jesus, you’re a weird little freak, aren’t you? Like, you’re super dumb looking.”
You frowned. “That isn’t particularly nice. I’m just offering to help you look for a souvenir to–”
The girl cut you off by popping her gum loudly, a few small speckles of spit landing on your face. “I don’t want you. I, like, just want that slut who ripped me off earlier.”
Now you were scowling. “I don’t know what you mean, miss. If you could just–”
“My name is Ashley, itty bitty doll freak! You, like, sound like a disgusting perv saying ‘miss’ over and over. OMG, you’re so annoying.” The black-haired giantess rolled her eyes. “Like, the employee in here earlier told me they don’t have swim tops in my size. And I was like, are you fucking serious? Jesus, this place blows!” Ashley snapped her bubble gum again, the sound loud enough to deafen you momentarily.
She leaned forward nonchalantly onto the countertop, her massive breasts squashing against the delicately aligned piles of Atlantica flyers you’d arranged earlier. Her gargantuan globes scattered the papers as her flesh squeezed out onto the counter, some papers even falling to the floor. If she even noticed, Ashley didn’t seem to care.
“Meanwhile, I’m, like, dying in this god-awful place because my tits feel so heavy without support!” Ashley whined. “I totes left my better bikini at home, and mommy gave me a few grand to spend for new swimsuits, but, like, this shitty place doesn’t even have any! OMG, this was supposed to be, like, the best resort ever. Garbage rip-off!”
You sighed. “Ma’am…Ashley, I don’t know what you want from me.” As discreetly as you could, you backed up an inch from the girl. Her boobs alone were bigger than you were, as as closely as she was pressed up onto the counter, her abyss of cleavage threatened to swallow you whole in an instant.
“Like, what I WANT is for you to drag that smug little asshole out from where she’s hiding, so I can get her fired!” Ashley smirked. “It’s what she gets for denying me. Like, the customer is always right, right? I think she was just jealous of me, the uggo! Her boobs are so dumb and flat compared to my boys!” Ashley laughed, a harsh scraping sound. As she laughed, her gratuitously thick body shook entrancingly, and you took another half step back.
Bad move, as Ashley noticed this time. Raising an eyebrow, she peered down at you. “Aw, what’s the matter little dolly? Scared of, like, dying under one of my tits?” Grinning from ear-to-ear, Ashley hoisted one of her squishy boobs off the counter and let it fall back down with a resounding ‘slap’, prompting another screeching giggle from the cruel giantess.
“You can’t come in here and boss me around, miss. As long as I’m the one manning this shop, I have full say in what goes on.” You crossed your arms and fought down your rising anxiety.
Ashley replied by simply slamming her hand down onto the counter, inches away from you. Out of pure reflex alone, you flinched and curled back a bit, even though her hit was more a show of force than anything else.
Ashley grew a smug, condescending smile on her face. “Uh huh. What if I just crush you into paste. Like, could you even, like, do anything to stop me from squishing you like the little freak you are? That’s totes pathetic.” Her eyes flicked left and noticed the cash register. “You know, I might just help myself to a few hundred, and I’ll call it even. Skanky bitch keeps her job!”
“Hey!” You shouted out, your tolerance boiling over into anger. “You’re the stupid one here. Renee was doing her job, and you’re an entitled brat. Get your hand away from the register before I call security.”
Ashley’s face registered shock at being yelled at, which quickly turned into disdain. “OMG, shut the hell up you little fucker.” A vividly frightening look of careless violence crossed her face as she raised her fist over you. Without proper time to react, you could only drop your macho-act and yelp briefly before her fist descended, smushing you between her hand and the desk.
Her hand retreated a moment later, to your surprise, and your one unmangled eye gazed lazily at the confused expression on her face. As you morphed back to normal and reformed your squished limbs, her jaw dropped slightly, and her eyes widened.
“What the hell? You, like, didn’t pop like a grape!” Ashley exclaimed, effectively confirming her genuine attempt to kill you with her fist slam. “What even are you? This is uber weird.” You were half standing now, and in the middle of reforming your smooshed mouth to yell at the girl when she lashed out with her right hand, slapping you down flat again, ruining your attempt at reforming.
While you were held flat, the girl began to laugh, her harsh voice rising from a low giggle to a down right howl. Effortlessly, she began to toy with your malleable body between the fingers on her right hand, while reaching into the cash register with her left. Relishing the feeling of you squeezing in her grasp, the girl pocketed five hundred dollars in cash, slipping the bills into her purse like it was nothing to her.
Finally, she peeled you off the counter and held you taut in both hands. “I don’t know what the hell you are, but this is, like, way too funny. OMG!” Ashley smiled maliciously. “You’re, like, stretchy and squishy and hella gross, but god, you can’t imagine the things I could do with someTHING like you. And you couldn’t even stop me if you wanted to, itty bitty freak! Loser! Finders Keepers, like mommy always says.”
As Ashley laughed again, you fought valiantly to squirm and wriggle from the sadistic giantess’ grasp, but it was no use. She had total control over your body now that you were flattened and stretched a bit in her hands. You could only weakly glance over her shoulder towards the exit of the shop. What in the world was taking Renee so long in coming back? She was your only savior now!
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March 28, 2025
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