Delivered to the Espinoza Household
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
This cycle of movement and boredom would continue as you were transferred between offices and finally scheduled for delivery, until eventually you found yourself being lifted by the feminine hand of a post worker, the rumble of the bike beneath her travelling through you both as you caught a few drops of the light rain falling from above before being pushed through the opening of a letter box, into a small cold puddle that had accumulated within, sending an icy chill down your spine. For a brief moment you hoped perhaps that the moisture would loosen your bonds, but you had no such luck after several days stuck in this form. You wondered if you could reform at all now without help.
Waiting in the cold and darkness you were dimly aware of the pattering of rain above before a sudden burst of light as someone opened the box and withdrew you from within. A half-heard curse reached your ears as you were hurried inside and away from the few lingering drops of rain still falling from the leaden sky. The sound of a door opening and closing was followed by the feel of the envelope around you being torn open like wet tissue paper and your thong-body dropping onto a table with a wet splat. Through blurry eyes you looked up to see Maria’s figure hovering above you, dressed modestly in a damp t-shirt and cargo shorts, and a deep frown adorning her pretty face.
For a moment you were almost happy to see a familiar face, and you had to admit that the young woman before you was a stunning beauty, even more so than her pictures had suggested. Maybe it was the moisture, but the t-shirt she wore clung alluringly to her chest, forming a shelf that nearly blocked out the light above you and partially obscured her face. Further down her shorts seemed to strain to contain the firm bulk of her rear, though she otherwise appeared quite fit. Despite the nice view, your heart dropped as you remembered just why you were here, a sensation that was made all the worse as as you followed Maria’s gaze down to the soaked note held in her hands. With a surge of dread you realised that the Hispanic girl had no idea you were coming, since as far as she knew you weren’t meeting up for at least few weeks, so if she couldn’t read the smeared letters of the note she would have no idea what you were, beyond some random thong delivered in the mail.
While Maria tried to make sense of the distorted note, another presence entered the room behind her, and you shifted your gaze to behold a woman who looked like she might be Maria’s older sister, possibly in her mid-to-late 30s. Her hips looked to rival Irina’s and she had a chest to match, made all the more apparent by the skimpy work out gear that hugged her curves and otherwise toned form. Her tanned skin lacked the tell-tale sheen of perspiration, suggesting she was getting ready for a workout rather than having finished or pausing partway through. Whatever had brought her over in the first place was forgotten as hazel eyes alighted on your form and a brilliant smile spread across her face. “Oh, they’re here already! Thanks for getting the mail dear.” Without hesitation she bounced over and reached down to scoop you up, seemingly unbothered by your damp form.
“Huh, they’re yours mum? The envelope has my name on it though.” If you were still physically capable of the act your jaw would have dropped at Maria’s words. This woman was her mother!? She must really keep in shape if that was the case. Such thoughts were lost though at the response from your current holder, who you would come to learn was Gabriela. “That’s strange. There must have been a mistake in posting. Unless you also ordered a new thong.” As she spoke her fingers started to play with you, stretching you out as she checked if you could be adjusted to fit her monstrous curves, her smile only growing wider as your malleability shone through. “Ah see, I ordered a special stretchy thong after my last couple snapped during my jogs. They’re meant to be super absorbent too, perfect for soaking up my booty sweat all day long. Ow, and it’s so soft too, I didn’t know that.” Her fingers continued to play with you and her words drove terror into your soul.
Maria frowned, though really she had no reason to stop her mother. What would she want with some random thong anyway? Still, the letter had been addressed to her, and something niggled at the back of her mind, warning her that she might regret letting this go. “There’s a note.” She offered weakly, turning the smeared letter so that her mother could see as well, though the older woman still seemed more interest in playing with her new underwear. “It’s starting to dry out, I think I can maybe make out some of the words a little.” That was, perhaps, an exaggeration, since at best she could make out her own name at the top, but she squinted at the letters all the same.
Truthfully, despite her niggling thoughts, Maria was only half-invested in reading the note. A curiosity to give her something else to think about other than the little man who had dominated her thoughts of late. Ever since being contacted out of blue a couple of days back by her one foot tall high school crush, you had been pretty much all she could think about. The brunette still wasn’t quite sure if she could believe her good fortune and was already counting down the days until your scheduled date. Which was not to say that she didn’t have concerns, chief among them being that she had received no response to the message she had sent the following day. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she was more afraid that something had happened to you, or that you weren’t really interested, and your passionate words had been just some prank or possibly drunken rambling.
Still, even with those concerns, Maria wanted to believe that those had all been your genuine feelings, and that there was a future out there for you and her. She had been surprised, shocked really, when you had offered to be her thong, but had found herself liking the idea more than she had expected. Ever since she had not been able to stop thinking about all the unique forms of play and flirting that would be possible with someone of your stature, no longer needing to be restrained by feelings of guilt over fantasising about a boy she hadn’t seen in years. Maybe it would be too forward to invite you home after your first date, but she was seriously contemplating it regardless.
Sparing only a brief glance at the soggy paper, Gabriela shrugged, her gentle voice bringing her daughter’s attention back to the task at hand. “Good luck dear, it doesn’t look very legible to me.” Her fingers finally relenting, she waved you in the air slightly as she started to move back towards her room. “Let me know if you work it out. Maybe they’re care instructions for my thong or something. Anyway, I’m going to go slip these on right now. The rains letting up and you know how much I like to jog while the air is still cool.” Desperate for salvation you tried to wriggle as this unknowing woman carried you towards doom, but in your current state you couldn’t even manage that, your only movement imparted to you by the swinging motions of your captor herself.
As you were carried away you cast one last furtive glance back towards Maria, suddenly wishing more than anything to be back with her, even if she saw you as nothing but a thong. You watched as her narrowed eyes continued to scan the note, lips moving silently as she attempted to sound out words while her nose scrunched cutely in concentration. You lost sight of your former classmate as her mother rounded a bend and headed into her room, your form sailing through the air to land on a bed alongside other discarded clothing she must have been wearing before changing for her jog. Hands moved to the waistband of ludicrously tight shorts as you silently begged to be saved.
Meanwhile, is Maria having any luck with deciphering the note and your identity?
Waiting in the cold and darkness you were dimly aware of the pattering of rain above before a sudden burst of light as someone opened the box and withdrew you from within. A half-heard curse reached your ears as you were hurried inside and away from the few lingering drops of rain still falling from the leaden sky. The sound of a door opening and closing was followed by the feel of the envelope around you being torn open like wet tissue paper and your thong-body dropping onto a table with a wet splat. Through blurry eyes you looked up to see Maria’s figure hovering above you, dressed modestly in a damp t-shirt and cargo shorts, and a deep frown adorning her pretty face.
For a moment you were almost happy to see a familiar face, and you had to admit that the young woman before you was a stunning beauty, even more so than her pictures had suggested. Maybe it was the moisture, but the t-shirt she wore clung alluringly to her chest, forming a shelf that nearly blocked out the light above you and partially obscured her face. Further down her shorts seemed to strain to contain the firm bulk of her rear, though she otherwise appeared quite fit. Despite the nice view, your heart dropped as you remembered just why you were here, a sensation that was made all the worse as as you followed Maria’s gaze down to the soaked note held in her hands. With a surge of dread you realised that the Hispanic girl had no idea you were coming, since as far as she knew you weren’t meeting up for at least few weeks, so if she couldn’t read the smeared letters of the note she would have no idea what you were, beyond some random thong delivered in the mail.
While Maria tried to make sense of the distorted note, another presence entered the room behind her, and you shifted your gaze to behold a woman who looked like she might be Maria’s older sister, possibly in her mid-to-late 30s. Her hips looked to rival Irina’s and she had a chest to match, made all the more apparent by the skimpy work out gear that hugged her curves and otherwise toned form. Her tanned skin lacked the tell-tale sheen of perspiration, suggesting she was getting ready for a workout rather than having finished or pausing partway through. Whatever had brought her over in the first place was forgotten as hazel eyes alighted on your form and a brilliant smile spread across her face. “Oh, they’re here already! Thanks for getting the mail dear.” Without hesitation she bounced over and reached down to scoop you up, seemingly unbothered by your damp form.
“Huh, they’re yours mum? The envelope has my name on it though.” If you were still physically capable of the act your jaw would have dropped at Maria’s words. This woman was her mother!? She must really keep in shape if that was the case. Such thoughts were lost though at the response from your current holder, who you would come to learn was Gabriela. “That’s strange. There must have been a mistake in posting. Unless you also ordered a new thong.” As she spoke her fingers started to play with you, stretching you out as she checked if you could be adjusted to fit her monstrous curves, her smile only growing wider as your malleability shone through. “Ah see, I ordered a special stretchy thong after my last couple snapped during my jogs. They’re meant to be super absorbent too, perfect for soaking up my booty sweat all day long. Ow, and it’s so soft too, I didn’t know that.” Her fingers continued to play with you and her words drove terror into your soul.
Maria frowned, though really she had no reason to stop her mother. What would she want with some random thong anyway? Still, the letter had been addressed to her, and something niggled at the back of her mind, warning her that she might regret letting this go. “There’s a note.” She offered weakly, turning the smeared letter so that her mother could see as well, though the older woman still seemed more interest in playing with her new underwear. “It’s starting to dry out, I think I can maybe make out some of the words a little.” That was, perhaps, an exaggeration, since at best she could make out her own name at the top, but she squinted at the letters all the same.
Truthfully, despite her niggling thoughts, Maria was only half-invested in reading the note. A curiosity to give her something else to think about other than the little man who had dominated her thoughts of late. Ever since being contacted out of blue a couple of days back by her one foot tall high school crush, you had been pretty much all she could think about. The brunette still wasn’t quite sure if she could believe her good fortune and was already counting down the days until your scheduled date. Which was not to say that she didn’t have concerns, chief among them being that she had received no response to the message she had sent the following day. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she was more afraid that something had happened to you, or that you weren’t really interested, and your passionate words had been just some prank or possibly drunken rambling.
Still, even with those concerns, Maria wanted to believe that those had all been your genuine feelings, and that there was a future out there for you and her. She had been surprised, shocked really, when you had offered to be her thong, but had found herself liking the idea more than she had expected. Ever since she had not been able to stop thinking about all the unique forms of play and flirting that would be possible with someone of your stature, no longer needing to be restrained by feelings of guilt over fantasising about a boy she hadn’t seen in years. Maybe it would be too forward to invite you home after your first date, but she was seriously contemplating it regardless.
Sparing only a brief glance at the soggy paper, Gabriela shrugged, her gentle voice bringing her daughter’s attention back to the task at hand. “Good luck dear, it doesn’t look very legible to me.” Her fingers finally relenting, she waved you in the air slightly as she started to move back towards her room. “Let me know if you work it out. Maybe they’re care instructions for my thong or something. Anyway, I’m going to go slip these on right now. The rains letting up and you know how much I like to jog while the air is still cool.” Desperate for salvation you tried to wriggle as this unknowing woman carried you towards doom, but in your current state you couldn’t even manage that, your only movement imparted to you by the swinging motions of your captor herself.
As you were carried away you cast one last furtive glance back towards Maria, suddenly wishing more than anything to be back with her, even if she saw you as nothing but a thong. You watched as her narrowed eyes continued to scan the note, lips moving silently as she attempted to sound out words while her nose scrunched cutely in concentration. You lost sight of your former classmate as her mother rounded a bend and headed into her room, your form sailing through the air to land on a bed alongside other discarded clothing she must have been wearing before changing for her jog. Hands moved to the waistband of ludicrously tight shorts as you silently begged to be saved.
Meanwhile, is Maria having any luck with deciphering the note and your identity?
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March 28, 2025
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