Incurring Cassie’s Ire
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
As you were melting between the cheeks of the oblivious Irina, Cassie was enjoying the beach with her family, or at least trying to enjoy the beach. She was enjoying the opportunity to catch up properly with her mother and sisters, but she couldn’t stop her thoughts from drifting back to you as she did. Why weren’t you in a rush to catch up? Wasn’t the whole point of visiting her family to give you a chance to bond with them before the two of you got married? And instead you were spending time with her curvy neighbour or enjoying the sights by yourself. Was she not good enough for you?
Deep down Cassie knew she was being foolish. You had always been loyal to her and it wasn’t like she legitimately thought you were going to suddenly run off with an older woman like Irina. More likely, after spending the entire flight over stored away within the booty of a veritable stranger, you were just looking for a chance to regroup before facing her family again. Her family were a lot to deal with after all. She could understand, even if the doubts still ate at her as she tried to relax. If you were going to unwind she wished you had just told her. You could have both stayed at the hotel.
The request for your password was a little strange. Not because it had come through Irina, since you weren’t carrying a phone of your own, but because it was rare for you to forget such things. Though you often needed her assistance with posting, hence why she had your password to begin with, maintaining an online presence was one of the few ways you could maintain the semblance of a normal social circle. As such, your password wasn’t something she expected you’d forget easily. Still she had put it aside until her phone dinged with a text, and her heart dropped into her stomach as she read the content. It couldn’t be. Surely this was some kind of joke right? But what if it wasn’t?
Cassie had known Viktoriya since high school and the two of them had remained close friends into college and beyond. The brunette trusted the other girl explicitly, and she had been one of the first of her friends to be introduced to her tiny new friend, turned boyfriend, turned fiancé. Though there had been a couple of unfortunate incidents where you’d ended up stuck to the curvy Slavic girl or one of her possessions, for the most part she had been nothing but supportive of the relationship. So, if Viktoriya said that you had sent her a Facebook message offering to ‘lick the sweat from her sexy body’ in response to a post-workout photo she had posted in a sports bra and short shorts, Cassie had little reason to doubt her. She hated to doubt you, but she couldn’t trust blindly either.
The text wasn’t even worded like a joke, mean-spirited or otherwise. More a sincere enquiry as to whether the engagement had been called off, and an offer to be a shoulder to cry on if needed. No teasing or sanctimonious anger. Viktoriya didn’t even seem offended by your lecherous comment, just concerned for her friend and the possible collapse of what had seemed a firm relationship. When Cassie confirmed that you had not, in fact, broken-up, a copy of the message itself was forwarded, removing any doubt that may have remained and inciting your fiancé to genuine anger.
Ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of her family, the brunette thanked her friend for the heads-up, and opened up her Facebook app. It was the work of moments to log-out from her own account and into yours, at which point she immediately noted your change in relationship status. That alone was bad enough, but then she accessed your recent posts and messages, and everything she read only incensed her further. How could you do this to her? Why now? Did you really think she wouldn’t notice? Why so many? Perhaps if she was inclined to take a deep breath and think rationally she would question the logic of your actions, but right now she was too angry to care.
Around the same time, your world was shifting as Irina finally rose from her seated position, her cheeks clapping together with a wet slap as she stretched and congratulated herself on a job well done. She reached back to give her rear another firm massage, giggling as she felt the cool mass of your body within, helping to soak up her overflowing sweat and sooth the raging heat of her depths like the helpful little man you were. Hopefully her efforts online were enough to show that she was willing to be helpful to you as well, beyond just providing you with a sanctuary from the world. You were her special little guy, or her booty’s at least. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Before she had logged off, Irina had made sure to set up meetings between yourself and several of your ‘friends’ for when you returned home. Though she wasn’t expecting you to actually meet with them she had made sure to schedule your rendezvous for different times and locations so that it would seem plausible to anyone reading your messages, and Cassie in particular, that you intended to follow through. Who knew, maybe you would want to meet with some of them anyway. Although part of her didn’t want to share, the tanned woman was confident that you’d return to her in the end no matter what happened. The love between you and her rear was one for the ages after all.
Meetings with Maria, Claudia and Kate had been easy to set up, with an implicit understanding that they would be the first of many, and Jasmine had made time in her schedule for a quick rendezvous to pick up a ‘new towel’ for her next few games. Even Niko had arranged to book a flight over, given that it would be safer to take you home in her luggage or on her person then risking you in the mail. Viktoriya had agreed to meet up as well, though only if you promised not to tell Cassie, insisting that she’d let you drink all the sweat and ‘nectar’ you wanted as long as it remained ‘your little secret’.
Releasing her grip, Irina finally moved to leave the sauna, every step producing the gradually fading sound of your body being squished and compacted further into her loving embrace. For you it was a torment as what few tears you could squeeze out were overwhelmed in waves of sweat and your attempts to move or scream smothered by mountains of boiling flesh. For your captor, it was the joyous feeling of her new companion settling into his home. The curvaceous woman did have some concern that not just Cassie, but some of these other girls as well may seek some form of revenge on you once they learned the truth of your lifelong commitment to her butt. She reassured herself though with the knowledge that you trusted her to keep you safe, and that she would always do so.
Confident that she had done a good thing, and that it was now just a matter of time until Cassie called off your engagement of her own accord, Irina happily sashayed her hips with every step as she headed out to enjoy the rest of her day. Soon her little man would be free to pursue his desired future. Though of course, if she had listened properly, she’d know you were anything but happy.
Can you find a way out of this mess, or are things only going to go more downhill from here?
Deep down Cassie knew she was being foolish. You had always been loyal to her and it wasn’t like she legitimately thought you were going to suddenly run off with an older woman like Irina. More likely, after spending the entire flight over stored away within the booty of a veritable stranger, you were just looking for a chance to regroup before facing her family again. Her family were a lot to deal with after all. She could understand, even if the doubts still ate at her as she tried to relax. If you were going to unwind she wished you had just told her. You could have both stayed at the hotel.
The request for your password was a little strange. Not because it had come through Irina, since you weren’t carrying a phone of your own, but because it was rare for you to forget such things. Though you often needed her assistance with posting, hence why she had your password to begin with, maintaining an online presence was one of the few ways you could maintain the semblance of a normal social circle. As such, your password wasn’t something she expected you’d forget easily. Still she had put it aside until her phone dinged with a text, and her heart dropped into her stomach as she read the content. It couldn’t be. Surely this was some kind of joke right? But what if it wasn’t?
Cassie had known Viktoriya since high school and the two of them had remained close friends into college and beyond. The brunette trusted the other girl explicitly, and she had been one of the first of her friends to be introduced to her tiny new friend, turned boyfriend, turned fiancé. Though there had been a couple of unfortunate incidents where you’d ended up stuck to the curvy Slavic girl or one of her possessions, for the most part she had been nothing but supportive of the relationship. So, if Viktoriya said that you had sent her a Facebook message offering to ‘lick the sweat from her sexy body’ in response to a post-workout photo she had posted in a sports bra and short shorts, Cassie had little reason to doubt her. She hated to doubt you, but she couldn’t trust blindly either.
The text wasn’t even worded like a joke, mean-spirited or otherwise. More a sincere enquiry as to whether the engagement had been called off, and an offer to be a shoulder to cry on if needed. No teasing or sanctimonious anger. Viktoriya didn’t even seem offended by your lecherous comment, just concerned for her friend and the possible collapse of what had seemed a firm relationship. When Cassie confirmed that you had not, in fact, broken-up, a copy of the message itself was forwarded, removing any doubt that may have remained and inciting your fiancé to genuine anger.
Ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of her family, the brunette thanked her friend for the heads-up, and opened up her Facebook app. It was the work of moments to log-out from her own account and into yours, at which point she immediately noted your change in relationship status. That alone was bad enough, but then she accessed your recent posts and messages, and everything she read only incensed her further. How could you do this to her? Why now? Did you really think she wouldn’t notice? Why so many? Perhaps if she was inclined to take a deep breath and think rationally she would question the logic of your actions, but right now she was too angry to care.
Around the same time, your world was shifting as Irina finally rose from her seated position, her cheeks clapping together with a wet slap as she stretched and congratulated herself on a job well done. She reached back to give her rear another firm massage, giggling as she felt the cool mass of your body within, helping to soak up her overflowing sweat and sooth the raging heat of her depths like the helpful little man you were. Hopefully her efforts online were enough to show that she was willing to be helpful to you as well, beyond just providing you with a sanctuary from the world. You were her special little guy, or her booty’s at least. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Before she had logged off, Irina had made sure to set up meetings between yourself and several of your ‘friends’ for when you returned home. Though she wasn’t expecting you to actually meet with them she had made sure to schedule your rendezvous for different times and locations so that it would seem plausible to anyone reading your messages, and Cassie in particular, that you intended to follow through. Who knew, maybe you would want to meet with some of them anyway. Although part of her didn’t want to share, the tanned woman was confident that you’d return to her in the end no matter what happened. The love between you and her rear was one for the ages after all.
Meetings with Maria, Claudia and Kate had been easy to set up, with an implicit understanding that they would be the first of many, and Jasmine had made time in her schedule for a quick rendezvous to pick up a ‘new towel’ for her next few games. Even Niko had arranged to book a flight over, given that it would be safer to take you home in her luggage or on her person then risking you in the mail. Viktoriya had agreed to meet up as well, though only if you promised not to tell Cassie, insisting that she’d let you drink all the sweat and ‘nectar’ you wanted as long as it remained ‘your little secret’.
Releasing her grip, Irina finally moved to leave the sauna, every step producing the gradually fading sound of your body being squished and compacted further into her loving embrace. For you it was a torment as what few tears you could squeeze out were overwhelmed in waves of sweat and your attempts to move or scream smothered by mountains of boiling flesh. For your captor, it was the joyous feeling of her new companion settling into his home. The curvaceous woman did have some concern that not just Cassie, but some of these other girls as well may seek some form of revenge on you once they learned the truth of your lifelong commitment to her butt. She reassured herself though with the knowledge that you trusted her to keep you safe, and that she would always do so.
Confident that she had done a good thing, and that it was now just a matter of time until Cassie called off your engagement of her own accord, Irina happily sashayed her hips with every step as she headed out to enjoy the rest of her day. Soon her little man would be free to pursue his desired future. Though of course, if she had listened properly, she’d know you were anything but happy.
Can you find a way out of this mess, or are things only going to go more downhill from here?
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March 28, 2025
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