Shipped Off to Maria
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
“That’s right, her name was Maria. Maria Espinoza.” Irina had chosen to send you to the first girl that had caught her eye when she had accessed your social media, especially given that she was the one who had responded fastest to ‘your’ flirtations. It was apparent now that the younger woman had had a thing for you back in high school, and honestly your bodacious owner felt bad knowing that you were so hopelessly devoted to her booty that no-one else would ever really get a chance. It was better than leaving you to Cassie’s carelessness, but she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. If nothing else, she wanted to give Maria a small chance to experience your wonderous ministrations.
Really, Irina wasn’t a needy or controlling person, at least not in her mind. She was happy enough to share within reason, and though she had no desire to betray the love affair between her little man and her massive derriere, she did wonder if she could have an honest conversation with the girls she had contacted once the situation with Cassie was resolved. There would be hurt feelings for sure, but perhaps they could work out an arrangement whereby you could spend ‘vacations’ with your various suitors. After all, the mature beauty was confident you would return to her in the end. And with Cassie’s clear anger at the mentioned name, that future seemed closer now than ever before.
Meanwhile, you were aware of none of this as your body, twisted and flatted into the shape of a thong lay crushed flat beneath the weight of envelopes and small packages dumped on top of you. Though your position made it impossible to get a good look at yourself, you had sadly gained enough experience with such things to recognise that you had been formed into the shape of either panties or a thong. Your stretched out body and limbs had been manipulated to form the bands and the front, while your face had been stretched out to form the seat, your worst case scenario by far. It could have been by design, but you suspected that fate just had it out for you at this point.
Although you had been crushed for most of it, and had only gotten brief glimpses of the screen, you tried to remember who Irina had offered to provide you to as a thong, in a bid to identify your destination. With the heat and aroma of booty slowly fading you could think a little clearer, and you were able to piece together that you had been offered to Niko as panties and Maria as a thong. Though you would like to think of the two as your friends either option wasn’t great, and from what you could feel you suspected your body was more a thong than panties, which meant you were most likely headed for the substantial behind of your high school acquaintance turned would-be girlfriend.
Movement from outside of your prison temporarily broke your trail of thought, with the mass of mail above you shifting but never quite alleviating fully as the mailbox was emptied for transfer to a waiting delivery van. You knew that this meant any possibility of a last minute save had slipped away. It had taken eight gruelling hours for the flight here, and you could only wonder how long it would take for you to make the trip back. Well there was nothing you could do right now, so as rumbles of motion spread through you, you let your mind drift back to your high school days, endeavouring to determine just how much trouble you would be in when you reached Maria.
You had never had an easy time of it in school, and it had only got worse as those around you matured and grew taller and stronger, leaving you quite literally in their shadows. Much of your high school experiences had involved being crushed or otherwise tormented by other students, aware of unaware, as well as your fair share of teachers who had failed to keep track of you or decided that you required discipline. You’d cushioned seats for countless girls and woman, helped pad out the gym’s mats, served as emergency swimwear, and even spent a week as a teacher’s stress toy. Even those who tried to help you would almost inevitably accidentally find a way to make things worse, whether by crushing you themselves or by provoking others into ever more excessive actions.
Though your interactions had been few and far between, you did recall that Maria had been a shy girl back then. You had shared a few classes with her over the years, and had taken the time to speak with her mostly because she was one of the few students who seemed to consistently show care towards you and take the time to actually notice your presence. Back then she had tended to wear baggy clothing, and had generally tried to fade into the background when possible, though she did have her own group of friends who would occasionally welcome you into their midst. You wondered now if she had always been as beautiful as her recent images showed, and just to shy too let it show.
Like basically every girl in the school there had been a few incidents when you had found yourself accidentally crushed by Maria, mostly due to other mean-spirited girls pulling a prank on you both. Thanks to those incidents you could confirm at least that, under that baggy clothing, her rear had always been rather large, and powerful enough to flatten you without allowing any resistance. She was one of the few girls, however, that you could never remember harming you deliberately, other than one occasion when a teacher had forced her into participating in your ‘detention’, for which she had spent nearly a week apologising even though you both knew it wasn’t her fault or choice.
While those thoughts helped to ease your worries somewhat, they didn’t diminish your fears entirely. It was evident that Maria had come out of her shell significantly since high school, and you were worried that she might not be as kind and understanding as you remembered. Not to mention, you were being mailed to her under false pretences, and while it wasn’t your fault, it was likely that she would be rightfully annoyed once she discovered that she had been misled by Irina. Would she decide to take out that frustration on you, or would she just toss you out with no way to get home? And even if you did somehow manage to get home, how would you ever explain this to Cassie?
Such concerns and more filled your mind as your journey continued. You spent that night in a local post office, several large parcels keeping you flat during fitful sleep, and awoke in transit to the nearest airport. Thousands of scenarios of doom ran through your head as you struggled to reform, but every time you were prevented by the application of external force, the entire flight back in particular seeing you crushed for hours underneath a large box that had landed upon you. It was far from the worse mass you’d ever been crushed under but you knew it was prelude to things to come.
After eventually passing out once more, you awoke to the motions of unloading, given some brief relief from crushing pressure as you were placed in a bag with other envelopes and moved to yet another post office. Pain returned to your world as a pile of packages was dropped onto you, and you wondered is this was a deliberate act to keep you from being lost, or just random happenstance. You tried to remember if Maria even lived anywhere near you now, and just how far you’d need to go. Unshed tears stung your eyes as you cursed yourself for ever even raising the idea of meetings your fiancé’s family, wondering just how a simple trip could ever have gone this incredibly badly.
But will you reach your intended destination, or does fate have something else in store?
Really, Irina wasn’t a needy or controlling person, at least not in her mind. She was happy enough to share within reason, and though she had no desire to betray the love affair between her little man and her massive derriere, she did wonder if she could have an honest conversation with the girls she had contacted once the situation with Cassie was resolved. There would be hurt feelings for sure, but perhaps they could work out an arrangement whereby you could spend ‘vacations’ with your various suitors. After all, the mature beauty was confident you would return to her in the end. And with Cassie’s clear anger at the mentioned name, that future seemed closer now than ever before.
Meanwhile, you were aware of none of this as your body, twisted and flatted into the shape of a thong lay crushed flat beneath the weight of envelopes and small packages dumped on top of you. Though your position made it impossible to get a good look at yourself, you had sadly gained enough experience with such things to recognise that you had been formed into the shape of either panties or a thong. Your stretched out body and limbs had been manipulated to form the bands and the front, while your face had been stretched out to form the seat, your worst case scenario by far. It could have been by design, but you suspected that fate just had it out for you at this point.
Although you had been crushed for most of it, and had only gotten brief glimpses of the screen, you tried to remember who Irina had offered to provide you to as a thong, in a bid to identify your destination. With the heat and aroma of booty slowly fading you could think a little clearer, and you were able to piece together that you had been offered to Niko as panties and Maria as a thong. Though you would like to think of the two as your friends either option wasn’t great, and from what you could feel you suspected your body was more a thong than panties, which meant you were most likely headed for the substantial behind of your high school acquaintance turned would-be girlfriend.
Movement from outside of your prison temporarily broke your trail of thought, with the mass of mail above you shifting but never quite alleviating fully as the mailbox was emptied for transfer to a waiting delivery van. You knew that this meant any possibility of a last minute save had slipped away. It had taken eight gruelling hours for the flight here, and you could only wonder how long it would take for you to make the trip back. Well there was nothing you could do right now, so as rumbles of motion spread through you, you let your mind drift back to your high school days, endeavouring to determine just how much trouble you would be in when you reached Maria.
You had never had an easy time of it in school, and it had only got worse as those around you matured and grew taller and stronger, leaving you quite literally in their shadows. Much of your high school experiences had involved being crushed or otherwise tormented by other students, aware of unaware, as well as your fair share of teachers who had failed to keep track of you or decided that you required discipline. You’d cushioned seats for countless girls and woman, helped pad out the gym’s mats, served as emergency swimwear, and even spent a week as a teacher’s stress toy. Even those who tried to help you would almost inevitably accidentally find a way to make things worse, whether by crushing you themselves or by provoking others into ever more excessive actions.
Though your interactions had been few and far between, you did recall that Maria had been a shy girl back then. You had shared a few classes with her over the years, and had taken the time to speak with her mostly because she was one of the few students who seemed to consistently show care towards you and take the time to actually notice your presence. Back then she had tended to wear baggy clothing, and had generally tried to fade into the background when possible, though she did have her own group of friends who would occasionally welcome you into their midst. You wondered now if she had always been as beautiful as her recent images showed, and just to shy too let it show.
Like basically every girl in the school there had been a few incidents when you had found yourself accidentally crushed by Maria, mostly due to other mean-spirited girls pulling a prank on you both. Thanks to those incidents you could confirm at least that, under that baggy clothing, her rear had always been rather large, and powerful enough to flatten you without allowing any resistance. She was one of the few girls, however, that you could never remember harming you deliberately, other than one occasion when a teacher had forced her into participating in your ‘detention’, for which she had spent nearly a week apologising even though you both knew it wasn’t her fault or choice.
While those thoughts helped to ease your worries somewhat, they didn’t diminish your fears entirely. It was evident that Maria had come out of her shell significantly since high school, and you were worried that she might not be as kind and understanding as you remembered. Not to mention, you were being mailed to her under false pretences, and while it wasn’t your fault, it was likely that she would be rightfully annoyed once she discovered that she had been misled by Irina. Would she decide to take out that frustration on you, or would she just toss you out with no way to get home? And even if you did somehow manage to get home, how would you ever explain this to Cassie?
Such concerns and more filled your mind as your journey continued. You spent that night in a local post office, several large parcels keeping you flat during fitful sleep, and awoke in transit to the nearest airport. Thousands of scenarios of doom ran through your head as you struggled to reform, but every time you were prevented by the application of external force, the entire flight back in particular seeing you crushed for hours underneath a large box that had landed upon you. It was far from the worse mass you’d ever been crushed under but you knew it was prelude to things to come.
After eventually passing out once more, you awoke to the motions of unloading, given some brief relief from crushing pressure as you were placed in a bag with other envelopes and moved to yet another post office. Pain returned to your world as a pile of packages was dropped onto you, and you wondered is this was a deliberate act to keep you from being lost, or just random happenstance. You tried to remember if Maria even lived anywhere near you now, and just how far you’d need to go. Unshed tears stung your eyes as you cursed yourself for ever even raising the idea of meetings your fiancé’s family, wondering just how a simple trip could ever have gone this incredibly badly.
But will you reach your intended destination, or does fate have something else in store?
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March 28, 2025
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