Irina’s Plan Progresses
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
You couldn’t believe that this crazy airhead was doing her level best to ruin your life, while thinking she was somehow doing you a favour. Seriously, what possible train of logic could have led her to the conclusion that this was a reasonable course of action to take? Unfortunately for you, Irina had enough difficulty correctly interpreting your intentions when you were actually able to speak with her. Relying on her to glean your attention from mumbling and gestures was a fool’s errand.
Even still you had to try. The frantic movements of Irina’s thumbs were generated a merciless stream of messaging that was already going to take you hours of explaining and apologising to resolve, presuming Cassie would even give you the chance to try. You had to stop her now before she did something you couldn’t take back. “I… ina… eas…” Your limbs trembled as they began to unfold from your centre of mass and you feebly drag yourself towards the colossal form of your curvaceous tormentor, twisted hands pressing against the overflowing flesh as you sought just a moment of legitimate attention. “D… n’t… uin… ay… elay… ton… hip.”
“Huh.” Pausing in her work for just a moment, Irina finally shifted her gaze enough to look at you, the sparkle in her eyes fading a notch as she noticed your strained expression. For a single shining moment you thought perhaps she would understand. That you might be saved. Then the moment was shattered as she smiled broadly and a hand reached down to press your face firmly against the sweaty flesh of her rear, the heat and pressure like being pressed against an iron. “Hehe, missing the warmth of my booty already? I know you feel safest in there Jake, but we’re not quite done yet. Soon, I promise.” The look in her eyes now was gentle and loving, but you wanted nothing more than to scream at her, your heart only dropping further as she spoke again with a thoughtful expression. “Now, what were you trying to say. You don’t have to be so tongue-tied around me dear. An elay-ton-hip? Hmm… Oh!” As her eyes lit up you knew you were doomed. Even as the hand that held you moved away you were sure that it was only going away in order to make your life worse.
Your face remained stuck to Irina’s heated flesh for a few crucial seconds as she began to type again, and even as you began to pull free her words spelled out her latest misinterpretation. “How could I forget to chance your relationship status? Duh. I swear sometimes I can be so absentminded. It’s a good thing I’ve got you here to set me straight.” The raven-haired beauty’s smile nearly split her face as she navigated to the relevant setting, her eyes remaining fixed to the screen as your attempts to stand on twisted legs went unseen. “We make such a perfect match don’t you think. My booty can shelter you from harm, while you can keep me focused. Now, should it be ‘It’s Complicated’, or maybe ‘In an Open Relationship’?” Apparently that question was rhetorical as she ploughed on without pause. “No, no, that makes it too ambiguous. We want to reel some of these girls in to really make Cassie jealous, so let’s just go with ‘Single’. Hopefully none of them checked yet.”
How had it come to this? All you’d wanted to do was meet your fiancé’s family and hopefully receive their blessing to marry the love of your life. How had you ended up entombed in a cavernous rear, carried away on vacation, and now reduced to a powerless mute as this airhead torpedoed your future? Mishappen fingers, still only partially formed, pulled at your tongue as you tried to force it back into a reasonable size and position, but as Irina’s phone started to ding with notifications you knew that it was already too late. The delighted giggles of your jailor just confirmed your fate.
While you wanted to cry, Irina was thrilled as your contacts began to respond to ‘your’ lascivious approached. Her joy was tempered somewhat as a couple of notifications announced that you had been summarily blocked by some, while you could only hope those women would leave it at that. The tanned woman’s mood dropped further as a few came back with angry retorts. “Really, if they can’t say anything helpful then why respond at all? We should just block them and move on right?” Her eyes flicked to you and she giggled at what she interpreted to be an attempt to pull a face. It seemed you weren’t bothered by a few girls who didn’t want to play ball, so why should she be? “You’re right. Who has time for fools like that? Don’t worry, don’t worry, there’s plenty more.”
You wanted to tell her that it wasn’t okay. You couldn’t see exactly who she was talking about, but you liked to think that you had a decent relationship with most of your contacts. Just how many would even be willing to talk to you once this was done? Of course, it was only going to get worse. It would seem that what brought concern to you only brought joy to Irina. Now that you’d assuaged her initial misgivings over negative responses, she was taking them in stride with gleeful exuberance.
“Oh, look at this one. ‘How dare you, you méprisable punaise! You bug! Like I’d ever let you have your ‘fun’ with me. You better hope I never see you again, or I’ll make sure you never forgot how terrifying I can be!!!’. What an overblown response. This Jeanne is quite the drama queen huh?” You trembled as you listened to those words. The only Jeanne on your friends list was your ex co-worker who you had only added out of social obligation. She’d never made any secret of the fact that she thought you were beneath her in every way. Worse, she knew where you lived. Unsurprisingly, your trembling did little to deter Irina, who apparently thought you were shaking with mirth as she typed away. “Yeah, she’s funny. I’ll push a bit harder. If we’re lucky she’ll complain to Cassie. Let’s go with this: ‘Sounds like a good time to me Jeanne. I’d be your submissive bug any time babe.’”
Irina was quite pleased with that response, humming happily to herself as she shifted to get more comfortable, unintentionally running over your reforming legs with the firm mass of her rear and pinning you in place. If she noticed your intrusion against her derriere she didn’t say anything, just scanning through some more positive messages with a broadening smile. “Oh my my my. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that a cutie like you is so popular with the ladies.” She sighed wistfully. “It seems if you wanted to be looked after you could have just asked these girls, but I suppose you just didn’t feel as comfortable with them as you do with me. Well, their loss is our gain I guess.”
You wanted to ask what she was talking about, but just as your tongue finally returned to a state where you could once again try to form words, the giant airhead shifted again, and all you got out was a single cry of “INA!” before the rolling cheek forced the air from your lungs. If she heard you at all, Irina apparently thought you were just celebrating alongside her, as she continued to read. “I knew I was making the right choice with that Maria girl. Seems she wants to know if you’re really hitting on her. Hard to tell in chat, but I think she’s hopeful. Oh, that Claudia girl as well. Jasmine. Niko. Kate. Viktoriya. Very popular indeed.” Eyes met yours once again, but the mirth hadn’t faded, and any attempt you may have made to speak was drowned out by her next words. “Poor girls. Look at you. They’re opening their hearts and all you want is to get back beneath me huh?”
Really, Irina didn’t want to keep you separated from her butt either. At this point she was convinced it was your home and destiny. A place of safety you had likely sought after all of your life. Who was she to deny such a precious little man when it brought her such pleasure as well? “Don’t worry little guy. I’ll take care of the rest.” For a moment the weight lifted away, but any attempt to draw breath was short-lived as the seemingly endless shadow of her derriere was cast across you and with a wet thump fell upon your prone form. Giggling at the sound and the feel of your body squishing beneath her sweaty booty, the curvaceous beauty gave you a little bounce and a wiggle for good measure. Hopefully you were enjoying this as much as she was, because she was enjoying it quite a bit.
Having sent you back to your happy place, how does Irina respond to your would-be suitors?
Even still you had to try. The frantic movements of Irina’s thumbs were generated a merciless stream of messaging that was already going to take you hours of explaining and apologising to resolve, presuming Cassie would even give you the chance to try. You had to stop her now before she did something you couldn’t take back. “I… ina… eas…” Your limbs trembled as they began to unfold from your centre of mass and you feebly drag yourself towards the colossal form of your curvaceous tormentor, twisted hands pressing against the overflowing flesh as you sought just a moment of legitimate attention. “D… n’t… uin… ay… elay… ton… hip.”
“Huh.” Pausing in her work for just a moment, Irina finally shifted her gaze enough to look at you, the sparkle in her eyes fading a notch as she noticed your strained expression. For a single shining moment you thought perhaps she would understand. That you might be saved. Then the moment was shattered as she smiled broadly and a hand reached down to press your face firmly against the sweaty flesh of her rear, the heat and pressure like being pressed against an iron. “Hehe, missing the warmth of my booty already? I know you feel safest in there Jake, but we’re not quite done yet. Soon, I promise.” The look in her eyes now was gentle and loving, but you wanted nothing more than to scream at her, your heart only dropping further as she spoke again with a thoughtful expression. “Now, what were you trying to say. You don’t have to be so tongue-tied around me dear. An elay-ton-hip? Hmm… Oh!” As her eyes lit up you knew you were doomed. Even as the hand that held you moved away you were sure that it was only going away in order to make your life worse.
Your face remained stuck to Irina’s heated flesh for a few crucial seconds as she began to type again, and even as you began to pull free her words spelled out her latest misinterpretation. “How could I forget to chance your relationship status? Duh. I swear sometimes I can be so absentminded. It’s a good thing I’ve got you here to set me straight.” The raven-haired beauty’s smile nearly split her face as she navigated to the relevant setting, her eyes remaining fixed to the screen as your attempts to stand on twisted legs went unseen. “We make such a perfect match don’t you think. My booty can shelter you from harm, while you can keep me focused. Now, should it be ‘It’s Complicated’, or maybe ‘In an Open Relationship’?” Apparently that question was rhetorical as she ploughed on without pause. “No, no, that makes it too ambiguous. We want to reel some of these girls in to really make Cassie jealous, so let’s just go with ‘Single’. Hopefully none of them checked yet.”
How had it come to this? All you’d wanted to do was meet your fiancé’s family and hopefully receive their blessing to marry the love of your life. How had you ended up entombed in a cavernous rear, carried away on vacation, and now reduced to a powerless mute as this airhead torpedoed your future? Mishappen fingers, still only partially formed, pulled at your tongue as you tried to force it back into a reasonable size and position, but as Irina’s phone started to ding with notifications you knew that it was already too late. The delighted giggles of your jailor just confirmed your fate.
While you wanted to cry, Irina was thrilled as your contacts began to respond to ‘your’ lascivious approached. Her joy was tempered somewhat as a couple of notifications announced that you had been summarily blocked by some, while you could only hope those women would leave it at that. The tanned woman’s mood dropped further as a few came back with angry retorts. “Really, if they can’t say anything helpful then why respond at all? We should just block them and move on right?” Her eyes flicked to you and she giggled at what she interpreted to be an attempt to pull a face. It seemed you weren’t bothered by a few girls who didn’t want to play ball, so why should she be? “You’re right. Who has time for fools like that? Don’t worry, don’t worry, there’s plenty more.”
You wanted to tell her that it wasn’t okay. You couldn’t see exactly who she was talking about, but you liked to think that you had a decent relationship with most of your contacts. Just how many would even be willing to talk to you once this was done? Of course, it was only going to get worse. It would seem that what brought concern to you only brought joy to Irina. Now that you’d assuaged her initial misgivings over negative responses, she was taking them in stride with gleeful exuberance.
“Oh, look at this one. ‘How dare you, you méprisable punaise! You bug! Like I’d ever let you have your ‘fun’ with me. You better hope I never see you again, or I’ll make sure you never forgot how terrifying I can be!!!’. What an overblown response. This Jeanne is quite the drama queen huh?” You trembled as you listened to those words. The only Jeanne on your friends list was your ex co-worker who you had only added out of social obligation. She’d never made any secret of the fact that she thought you were beneath her in every way. Worse, she knew where you lived. Unsurprisingly, your trembling did little to deter Irina, who apparently thought you were shaking with mirth as she typed away. “Yeah, she’s funny. I’ll push a bit harder. If we’re lucky she’ll complain to Cassie. Let’s go with this: ‘Sounds like a good time to me Jeanne. I’d be your submissive bug any time babe.’”
Irina was quite pleased with that response, humming happily to herself as she shifted to get more comfortable, unintentionally running over your reforming legs with the firm mass of her rear and pinning you in place. If she noticed your intrusion against her derriere she didn’t say anything, just scanning through some more positive messages with a broadening smile. “Oh my my my. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that a cutie like you is so popular with the ladies.” She sighed wistfully. “It seems if you wanted to be looked after you could have just asked these girls, but I suppose you just didn’t feel as comfortable with them as you do with me. Well, their loss is our gain I guess.”
You wanted to ask what she was talking about, but just as your tongue finally returned to a state where you could once again try to form words, the giant airhead shifted again, and all you got out was a single cry of “INA!” before the rolling cheek forced the air from your lungs. If she heard you at all, Irina apparently thought you were just celebrating alongside her, as she continued to read. “I knew I was making the right choice with that Maria girl. Seems she wants to know if you’re really hitting on her. Hard to tell in chat, but I think she’s hopeful. Oh, that Claudia girl as well. Jasmine. Niko. Kate. Viktoriya. Very popular indeed.” Eyes met yours once again, but the mirth hadn’t faded, and any attempt you may have made to speak was drowned out by her next words. “Poor girls. Look at you. They’re opening their hearts and all you want is to get back beneath me huh?”
Really, Irina didn’t want to keep you separated from her butt either. At this point she was convinced it was your home and destiny. A place of safety you had likely sought after all of your life. Who was she to deny such a precious little man when it brought her such pleasure as well? “Don’t worry little guy. I’ll take care of the rest.” For a moment the weight lifted away, but any attempt to draw breath was short-lived as the seemingly endless shadow of her derriere was cast across you and with a wet thump fell upon your prone form. Giggling at the sound and the feel of your body squishing beneath her sweaty booty, the curvaceous beauty gave you a little bounce and a wiggle for good measure. Hopefully you were enjoying this as much as she was, because she was enjoying it quite a bit.
Having sent you back to your happy place, how does Irina respond to your would-be suitors?
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March 28, 2025
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