Package - Delivered
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
vayewe
If there was any consolation to being formed into a pair of panties, it was that your face was front-and-center, clearly allowing you to view the world. With that, you got to see a face you hadn't seen in several years; Nikō seemed on the edge of a religious revelation when she realized it was actually you. In one hand she held you, giddily shaking, in another, she read the note. Her accent wasn't as pronounced as when you first had met, but still, it was classic old Nikō, the petite beauty who you enjoyed tutoring.
Nikō's heart was fluttering as she looked at the face of the panties and read the letter. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps it was vengeful, but she was just so excited to see you. Even with the letter requesting an eventually return.
"Return in three days..." She nodded solemnly. "I...Jake, I...." Her words seem to get choked up, and the oriental beauty squeezed you tightly to her chest.
"I'll let you reform eventually, but oh gosh, I'm just so happy you were so eager to see me that you shipped yourself as panties. Cassie messaged me, and I..." Her eyes darkened for a bit, and you shivered, realizing your plan to reform was hitting a snag. With no formed mouth (Yet!), you couldn't really communicate, besides your wiggles.
Nikō covered her mouth and giggled darkly. "Inga ōhō. I-I....sorry, I am rambling, a bad habit I picked up from you." Her smile was genuine. "Please, let me call off work, and we'll get to see the city together."
Placing you on her soft bed Nikō fretted over you a second, giving you a prime view of the life she'd built back home. It was stunning. Briefly focused more on the environment than her phonecall in another language, you observed what felt like a penthouse suite. A lovely view of the city, an expensive looking computer setup, a walk-in closet. If Nikō had any stressors in life, money didn't seem to be one of them. Her phonecall was over shortly though. She sat alongside you, stroking the front of the panties, as if rubbing your face while she hummed. You noticed her state of dress, smart and official looking, and couldn't help but sigh in relief. While you might hurt her a bit but requesting to leave, you were sure she would understand.
"Jake, so, lot's to discuss. Uhm, I assume you don't have a mouth yet? Your message indicated you had spent a bit of time forming up like this, and I wouldn't want your effort to go to waste..." Nikō wasn't even hiding it anymore. She was full on petting you, rubbing your insides, outsides, and more as she spoke.
You wiggled weakly. A bulb seemed to go off in her mind.
"Oh, I've got it! Sort of like how we used to communicate with fingers and pointing. You can sort of...vibrate. We'll do one vibrate for yes, two vibrate for no, three for maybe. How's that?" Nikō questioned.
Perhaps your first moment in relief came from her words. She wasn't an idiot, far from it. Still, she was one of the first women to effectively figure out how to communicate with you when stuck as an object without your prompting. For that, she definitely got brownie points.
You tried to vibrate once. You hoped that counted as one vibration in any event.
"Wonderful! Now, first question. I just took off work for the next couple days for us." Her smile was endearing and lovely. You tried to focus on Cassie's smile instead. "Would you like to see the city as my panties, one vibration, have some time to reform, two vibrations, or some other options?"
There wasn't a contest in your mind. You vibrated twice. Reform, talk to her, get the hell home. Nikō smiled as she let you vibrate. Then came the difficult part. Your frantic movements could be one vibration, or, if fully understood, could be two. Just what did Nikō get from them?
Nikō's heart was fluttering as she looked at the face of the panties and read the letter. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps it was vengeful, but she was just so excited to see you. Even with the letter requesting an eventually return.
"Return in three days..." She nodded solemnly. "I...Jake, I...." Her words seem to get choked up, and the oriental beauty squeezed you tightly to her chest.
"I'll let you reform eventually, but oh gosh, I'm just so happy you were so eager to see me that you shipped yourself as panties. Cassie messaged me, and I..." Her eyes darkened for a bit, and you shivered, realizing your plan to reform was hitting a snag. With no formed mouth (Yet!), you couldn't really communicate, besides your wiggles.
Nikō covered her mouth and giggled darkly. "Inga ōhō. I-I....sorry, I am rambling, a bad habit I picked up from you." Her smile was genuine. "Please, let me call off work, and we'll get to see the city together."
Placing you on her soft bed Nikō fretted over you a second, giving you a prime view of the life she'd built back home. It was stunning. Briefly focused more on the environment than her phonecall in another language, you observed what felt like a penthouse suite. A lovely view of the city, an expensive looking computer setup, a walk-in closet. If Nikō had any stressors in life, money didn't seem to be one of them. Her phonecall was over shortly though. She sat alongside you, stroking the front of the panties, as if rubbing your face while she hummed. You noticed her state of dress, smart and official looking, and couldn't help but sigh in relief. While you might hurt her a bit but requesting to leave, you were sure she would understand.
"Jake, so, lot's to discuss. Uhm, I assume you don't have a mouth yet? Your message indicated you had spent a bit of time forming up like this, and I wouldn't want your effort to go to waste..." Nikō wasn't even hiding it anymore. She was full on petting you, rubbing your insides, outsides, and more as she spoke.
You wiggled weakly. A bulb seemed to go off in her mind.
"Oh, I've got it! Sort of like how we used to communicate with fingers and pointing. You can sort of...vibrate. We'll do one vibrate for yes, two vibrate for no, three for maybe. How's that?" Nikō questioned.
Perhaps your first moment in relief came from her words. She wasn't an idiot, far from it. Still, she was one of the first women to effectively figure out how to communicate with you when stuck as an object without your prompting. For that, she definitely got brownie points.
You tried to vibrate once. You hoped that counted as one vibration in any event.
"Wonderful! Now, first question. I just took off work for the next couple days for us." Her smile was endearing and lovely. You tried to focus on Cassie's smile instead. "Would you like to see the city as my panties, one vibration, have some time to reform, two vibrations, or some other options?"
There wasn't a contest in your mind. You vibrated twice. Reform, talk to her, get the hell home. Nikō smiled as she let you vibrate. Then came the difficult part. Your frantic movements could be one vibration, or, if fully understood, could be two. Just what did Nikō get from them?
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