A Regular Casanova
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Although she felt a little bad for stringing these poor girls along while you were in a committed relationship with her rear, Irina was dedicated to a peaceful separation between you and Cassie. Well, peaceful from her side at least. It was conceivable that the brunette might take her jealously out on you physically, but if it came to that the tanned woman was confident that she could protect you. Right now she just had to focus on making sure your Facebook messaging was fully prepared.
She started with Maria, as the first girl she contacted and one of the first to directly message you in response, apparently having jumped at the opportunity to reconnect. It didn’t seem she had taken offence and, other than the usual platitudes of greeting you after years of limited contact, she mostly just wanted to know if you were just making a casual comment or were seriously flirting with her. With her course set, Irina was only too happy to respond in the affirmative, letting your former classmate know that after looking at her latest picture you just hadn’t been able to resist any longer. It wasn’t even really a lie right? After all, the thong comment had been your brilliant idea.
The message from Claudia was similar, although perhaps a little less forthright. The blonde seemed embarrassed by the compliment, and noted that you’d surely not survive an effort to hold up her chest, but went on to ask if you meant anything ‘more’ by it. Irina, of course, confirmed that you did.
Pleased with herself, your oblivious tormentor bounced slightly in place, momentarily putting your position out of her mind entirely as she allowed herself to become consumed in her task. If she had to say so herself it seemed she was quite the apt hand at flirting with young women, as she fired off more responses to the interested girls, unintentionally digging you deeper into an inescapable pit of unachievable expectations even as she simultaneously pounded you flat beneath her booty. You of course tried to scream out with what little strength you had, but the most you achieved was a slight vibration in the cheeks hammering down on you before a particularly powerful blow rendered your face a two-dimensional smear. All the while you could feel the inexorable pull of Irina’s hungry ass as her two mounds began to work you into the centre of their embrace. Dragging you back home.
The feeling of your pulverised hips being pulled into her momentarily drew your captor’s mind back to your position, and she didn’t even try to suppress the moan as she felt you slipping within. Her phone placed aside for now, she reached back to massage her cheeks, sighing as she pressed in on your delightfully squishy body and listening to the squelch of her sweaty flesh moving around you. “Ohhh, yes. I guess it’s no wonder so many girls are interested in such as great little guy like you Jake. I’m glad you love my butt so much that you can’t help but crawl inside. It loves you too dear.” For a moment she allowed herself to bask in the feeling, the dinging of further notifications ignored for a moment as she just enjoyed your torment, the rhythmic compressions pulling you in up to your neck, with only your squished face left crushed flat beneath the undulating flesh of her right cheek.
In the end it wasn’t your attempts to struggle or scream, or any concern for your safety or realisation of her mistakes that stilled Irina’s actions, but rather the continuing sound of notifications finally bringing her back to her phone with a small huff of annoyance. Any frustration she may have felt, however, was swept away as she wiggled in joy at the responses she was receiving, her thumbs resuming their frantic motions as she juggled flirting with a half-dozen girls at once. You really were such a popular little guy! It made her wonder what Cassie had done to take you for herself when you had so many great options waiting in the wings like this. Perhaps you had merely been swept along by young love before the realities of living with someone as clumsy as the curvy brunette.
While she was happy to have been the one you chose for a protector, Irina was pleased to know that there were others who shared her good heart and willingness to be there for you. Maria had noted that it seemed that neither of you were the shy kids you had been in high school, and admitted that she had always regretted not asking you out when she had the chance. Back then she had been too shy, but she realised now that was just the foolish trepidation of an immature mind. Apparently, the Hispanic beauty had been disappointed when she’d checked the previous year and had seen your relationship status set to ‘In a Relationship’, though didn’t pry as to what had changed since.
Jasmine, who Irina gathered had been somewhat of a sporting star back at your high school and was now a professional soccer player, mostly just seemed disappointed that you hadn’t approached her back when you were both at school. Apparently the idea of a boyfriend she could pack up and carry with her on tour was an exciting prospect, especially if you were really willing to be her towel, and the athletic blonde was already making plans. Niko, on the other hand, just seemed touched that you still remembered her even after she had returned to her home country. She recalled happily your tutoring assistance as a cultural exchange student at college, and wondered if your current offer to serve as a self-warming pair of panties included the lengthy trip to her homeland.
It seemed most of the girls who had responded positively didn’t know about Cassie, or if they did were willing to put the matter aside. Claudia did mention that she thought you were with ‘that sexy brunette girl’, and wondered if you had broken up, but didn’t even wait for a response before noting that she still thought sometimes about that time you were stuck to her bosom. She had been too embarrassed to look you in the eyes not out of guilt, but because she didn’t want you to know that her heart had skipped a beat when she saw you, that she had wanted to do something like that to you since the first time you’d met, and now admonished herself for letting fear get the best of her.
Had you been able, you would have done all that you could to stop Irina from typing anything more, but right now your world was one of sweat, heat and pressure as your body was chewed up between the airhead’s massive cheeks and drawn ever deeper into the abyss. For the moment your head remained trapped as your tormentor crossed her legs and shifted her weight to rest almost entirely on your face, cooing at the pleasant itch as you seemingly shifted to bring her greater comfort and pleasure. It wasn’t the first time you’d been crushed like this, hell it wasn’t even the first time today, but usually you could at least hope to go back to normal once saved. This time, you weren’t so sure.
Still secure in the conviction that she was acting in accordance with your will, and assisting the fairy tale romance you had developed with her luscious behind, Irina was all too happy to feed into the fantasies of the girls she had hooked, playing along with their one-sided plans. Without a thought to the consequences she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, shifting her weight to the other side. With a sound not unlike a swallowing throat, your head slipped across the moist skin and was slurped up to join the rest of your body, its passage marked only by a silent scream and a moan from high above.
With you fully within her entombing derriere, will Irina finally finish with her life-destroying posts?
She started with Maria, as the first girl she contacted and one of the first to directly message you in response, apparently having jumped at the opportunity to reconnect. It didn’t seem she had taken offence and, other than the usual platitudes of greeting you after years of limited contact, she mostly just wanted to know if you were just making a casual comment or were seriously flirting with her. With her course set, Irina was only too happy to respond in the affirmative, letting your former classmate know that after looking at her latest picture you just hadn’t been able to resist any longer. It wasn’t even really a lie right? After all, the thong comment had been your brilliant idea.
The message from Claudia was similar, although perhaps a little less forthright. The blonde seemed embarrassed by the compliment, and noted that you’d surely not survive an effort to hold up her chest, but went on to ask if you meant anything ‘more’ by it. Irina, of course, confirmed that you did.
Pleased with herself, your oblivious tormentor bounced slightly in place, momentarily putting your position out of her mind entirely as she allowed herself to become consumed in her task. If she had to say so herself it seemed she was quite the apt hand at flirting with young women, as she fired off more responses to the interested girls, unintentionally digging you deeper into an inescapable pit of unachievable expectations even as she simultaneously pounded you flat beneath her booty. You of course tried to scream out with what little strength you had, but the most you achieved was a slight vibration in the cheeks hammering down on you before a particularly powerful blow rendered your face a two-dimensional smear. All the while you could feel the inexorable pull of Irina’s hungry ass as her two mounds began to work you into the centre of their embrace. Dragging you back home.
The feeling of your pulverised hips being pulled into her momentarily drew your captor’s mind back to your position, and she didn’t even try to suppress the moan as she felt you slipping within. Her phone placed aside for now, she reached back to massage her cheeks, sighing as she pressed in on your delightfully squishy body and listening to the squelch of her sweaty flesh moving around you. “Ohhh, yes. I guess it’s no wonder so many girls are interested in such as great little guy like you Jake. I’m glad you love my butt so much that you can’t help but crawl inside. It loves you too dear.” For a moment she allowed herself to bask in the feeling, the dinging of further notifications ignored for a moment as she just enjoyed your torment, the rhythmic compressions pulling you in up to your neck, with only your squished face left crushed flat beneath the undulating flesh of her right cheek.
In the end it wasn’t your attempts to struggle or scream, or any concern for your safety or realisation of her mistakes that stilled Irina’s actions, but rather the continuing sound of notifications finally bringing her back to her phone with a small huff of annoyance. Any frustration she may have felt, however, was swept away as she wiggled in joy at the responses she was receiving, her thumbs resuming their frantic motions as she juggled flirting with a half-dozen girls at once. You really were such a popular little guy! It made her wonder what Cassie had done to take you for herself when you had so many great options waiting in the wings like this. Perhaps you had merely been swept along by young love before the realities of living with someone as clumsy as the curvy brunette.
While she was happy to have been the one you chose for a protector, Irina was pleased to know that there were others who shared her good heart and willingness to be there for you. Maria had noted that it seemed that neither of you were the shy kids you had been in high school, and admitted that she had always regretted not asking you out when she had the chance. Back then she had been too shy, but she realised now that was just the foolish trepidation of an immature mind. Apparently, the Hispanic beauty had been disappointed when she’d checked the previous year and had seen your relationship status set to ‘In a Relationship’, though didn’t pry as to what had changed since.
Jasmine, who Irina gathered had been somewhat of a sporting star back at your high school and was now a professional soccer player, mostly just seemed disappointed that you hadn’t approached her back when you were both at school. Apparently the idea of a boyfriend she could pack up and carry with her on tour was an exciting prospect, especially if you were really willing to be her towel, and the athletic blonde was already making plans. Niko, on the other hand, just seemed touched that you still remembered her even after she had returned to her home country. She recalled happily your tutoring assistance as a cultural exchange student at college, and wondered if your current offer to serve as a self-warming pair of panties included the lengthy trip to her homeland.
It seemed most of the girls who had responded positively didn’t know about Cassie, or if they did were willing to put the matter aside. Claudia did mention that she thought you were with ‘that sexy brunette girl’, and wondered if you had broken up, but didn’t even wait for a response before noting that she still thought sometimes about that time you were stuck to her bosom. She had been too embarrassed to look you in the eyes not out of guilt, but because she didn’t want you to know that her heart had skipped a beat when she saw you, that she had wanted to do something like that to you since the first time you’d met, and now admonished herself for letting fear get the best of her.
Had you been able, you would have done all that you could to stop Irina from typing anything more, but right now your world was one of sweat, heat and pressure as your body was chewed up between the airhead’s massive cheeks and drawn ever deeper into the abyss. For the moment your head remained trapped as your tormentor crossed her legs and shifted her weight to rest almost entirely on your face, cooing at the pleasant itch as you seemingly shifted to bring her greater comfort and pleasure. It wasn’t the first time you’d been crushed like this, hell it wasn’t even the first time today, but usually you could at least hope to go back to normal once saved. This time, you weren’t so sure.
Still secure in the conviction that she was acting in accordance with your will, and assisting the fairy tale romance you had developed with her luscious behind, Irina was all too happy to feed into the fantasies of the girls she had hooked, playing along with their one-sided plans. Without a thought to the consequences she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, shifting her weight to the other side. With a sound not unlike a swallowing throat, your head slipped across the moist skin and was slurped up to join the rest of your body, its passage marked only by a silent scream and a moan from high above.
With you fully within her entombing derriere, will Irina finally finish with her life-destroying posts?
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March 28, 2025
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