Packed in Tight
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“I…uh…think the safest bet would be the suitcase.” You offered, not entirely confident in your choice. You hated the fact that being stuck in a suitcase would further cement your image as nothing more than an object, but it would certainly prevent any mishaps while crushed by Cassie’s feet or squashed under her butt. You loved your fiancée, but eight hours trapped in places like that was a bit unbearable.
Cassie clearly agreed, as she breathed a sigh of relief at your choice. Kimberly and Irina nodded, agreeing with your choice too, though Kimberly seemed ever-so-slightly less enthusiastic. Your wife-to-be then dragged her suitcase into the room, laid it on its side, and popped the clasps open. The suitcase was only half full, as Cassie had only packed what she explicitly needed, and your clothing didn’t take much room at all.
Kimberly left to go grab her suitcase from upstairs, and Irina headed outside to start the car for her best friend and load her own suitcase. Cassie took a quick second to sprint upstairs and grab a few bathing suits, before returning to the living room. She rearranged the contents of her suitcase a bit, leaving a pair of lacy silk panties on top. Gently, she folded your body in half and compressed you a bit flatter than normal, but not totally squished, and dropped you onto the silky-smooth lingerie bed.
“Hope this is comfy enough Jake, it’s the best I can manage.” Cassie whispered to you, affectionately tracing a finger over your face. “See you in ten hours, sleep well!”
“Hold that suitcase!” A loud voice called from the bottom of the stairs, as Maddie rounded the corner. Looking at her in confusion, Cassie was about to ask what her sister meant when Maddie leaned past her and dropped three pairs of blue compression shorts and two green sports bras into the suitcase. One of the bras landed on you, covering half of your body.
Before Cassie could protest, Maddie pressed her hands into the suitcase and packed down the clothing, squeezing it flatter, and by extension, crushing you flat as well. She didn’t notice a thing though, and Cassie was too startled to speak.
When Maddie finished, she leaned back and grinned at Cassie. “Thanks sis, my suitcase was stuffed!”
“M-Maddie!” Cassie stammered. “That was for–”
“Surprise attack!” A girlish voice cried, as Sophie jumped over the couch, landing in Cassie’s lap. The giggly blonde wasted no time dropping two pink stylish t-shirts and two purple thongs into the suitcase. One of the thongs flopped onto your other half, and before Cassie could even fully comprehend what was happening, Sophie squeezed her new additions, Cassie’s clothes, and your body, flat like a pancake, then slammed the suitcase shut.
“Sophie! What?!” Cassie exclaimed, not even able to speak properly.
Her sister flashed a childlike smile. “Hooray! Now I can bring everything I wanted. My own suitcase is about to burst!” Sophie hoped off Cassie, and lifted her suitcase into a standing position. Maddie, in turn, guided Cassie onto her feet. Kimberly had also reached the bottom of the stairs with her own suitcase by this point.
“Girls, we’re leaving now! Let’s go!” She declared, heading for the front door.
Maddie patted Cassie’s shoulder. “I’ve got your stuff, sis. Let’s go!” She pumped her fist and grabbed the suitcase, racing for the door. Cassie was totally taken aback for a minute, and had to be practically pushed to the door by Sophie. What had even just happened in the past five minutes? How had it all spiraled so crazy?
Cassie grimaced as she slid into the car beside Sophie and Maddie, thinking about the position you were in, but reasoned you’d be fine. She’d simply apologize to you later that day, and it’d work out.
Technically, you were fine, if a bit painfully flattened. Your comfy underwear bed was no longer the pleasant sleeping place it once was, replaced by Maddie and Sophie’s additions to the suitcase, and now that everything was packed in tight, you had no room to move at all. You were a bit frustrated, but otherwise unharmed. You could survive for ten hours of this, you’d just come out of it a bit stiff. Good thing the resort had a massage spa.
Loading the suitcase at the airport was bumpy and a bit awkward, but once your suitcase was on the plane it was relatively smooth sailing for six hours. Your position had been flipped and flopped a bit, and in the total darkness you didn’t have a clue where you were. Still, it wasn’t so bad, all things considered. The suitcase smelled wonderful, for instance. You drifted off to sleep for most of the flight…
…only to be rudely awoken near the end of the flight as the plane hit a bit of turbulence. Cassie’s suitcase trembled and bounced erratically, and everything inside began to shift and jostle, including you. You tumbled around in darkness, smacking into various articles of clothing, before finally finding your head pressed firmly into some soft fabric.
The next moment, a heavy object slammed into your back, squeezing you firmly against whatever article of clothing you’d hit. You faintly recalled Cassie’s jewelry book being inside her suitcase, and it had no apparently fallen on you, acting like a heavy weight keeping you pinned against the fabric of the mystery item you were trapped against.
To make matters worse, the temperature had slowly risen inside the suitcase, and your body was sweating slightly. Your sweat, combined with the heavy jewelry book squishing you down, was applying exactly the right pressure to begin gluing your malleable body to the fabric. As the minutes passed, you felt your body adhere like glue to the mystery clothing item, sticking so tightly it’d take over an hour of help from Cassie to pry you free. You cursed your awful luck.
When the plane landed, unloading the suitcases was frustratingly calm and quick, preventing the jewelry box from being dislodged, and continuing your firm pressing into the fabric, like a cruel prison torture device. Any noise outside the suitcase was muffled, so you couldn’t pick up the sounds of each Smalls giantess and Irina grabbing their suitcases and hailing a taxi to Atlantica. Nor did you hear them arrive at the jaw-dropping resort and check in at the front desk.
Cassie rolled you down the hall to their suite, which was a sprawling lodging containing a living room and three bedrooms. One for you to share alone with Cassie, one for Sophie and Maddie, and one for Kimberly and Irina. Cassie took her suitcase into her room, propped it up onto her bed, and unclasped the case, propping it wide open.
“Oh gosh, my jewelry box.” Cassie’s eyes widened, spotting her box on its side, and trapping some clothing underneath. She dutifully moved the box out of her suitcase, but kept her eyes firmly on the box as she placed it beside the huge queen bed. You were once more revealed to the world, but unseen by Cassie. Truthfully, you were hard to spot anyway, crushed into a small flat blob and nearly ironed into the fabric of the clothing item that was beneath the box.
Before Cassie could return to her suitcase, Kimberly poked her head into the room. “I enjoyed our mother-daughter talks on the flight, dear.” She smiled warmly. “I love you.”
“Love you too mom.” Cassie grinned. “Ready for something to snack on? I don’t know about the others, but I’m starving.”
“Of course dear. Lead the way.” Kimberly gestured outside of the room. “And yes, I think Maddie and Sophie might be doing something else first.”
Cassie shrugged. “More mother-daughter time then!” She strolled right past her suitcase without a second glance, gave her mom a hug, and headed to leave the suite. Kimberly hesitated for one second, looked over at her daughter’s suitcase, and smiled. Then, she turned and followed Cassie to the dining hall.
Left all alone, you put all of your efforts into reforming as fast as possible, unsticking yourself from the fabric you’d just about been engrained into. As your face was mashed into it, you couldn’t tell what it was, or what color. You begged any gods that were listening for it not to be tan colored, otherwise you’d blend in almost imperceptibly, which was terrifying.
Five minutes passed, and you made no discernible progress. Then ten. You were much, much more pressed into the fabric then you’d first thought, and you began to doubt that you could get free without Cassie’s help. Even if everyone left you alone and nothing touched you for the next ten or fifteen hours you might not get free. That was bad. Very bad.
Fifteen or so minutes later, you heard someone walk into the room. Their footsteps drew near, and you were soon paralyzed by their cool hands reaching into the suitcase, brushing against you, and pulling whatever clothing item it was that you were stuck to out of the suitcase. You tried to thrash and move, to no avail. You could only beg the being holding you to spot you.
Cassie clearly agreed, as she breathed a sigh of relief at your choice. Kimberly and Irina nodded, agreeing with your choice too, though Kimberly seemed ever-so-slightly less enthusiastic. Your wife-to-be then dragged her suitcase into the room, laid it on its side, and popped the clasps open. The suitcase was only half full, as Cassie had only packed what she explicitly needed, and your clothing didn’t take much room at all.
Kimberly left to go grab her suitcase from upstairs, and Irina headed outside to start the car for her best friend and load her own suitcase. Cassie took a quick second to sprint upstairs and grab a few bathing suits, before returning to the living room. She rearranged the contents of her suitcase a bit, leaving a pair of lacy silk panties on top. Gently, she folded your body in half and compressed you a bit flatter than normal, but not totally squished, and dropped you onto the silky-smooth lingerie bed.
“Hope this is comfy enough Jake, it’s the best I can manage.” Cassie whispered to you, affectionately tracing a finger over your face. “See you in ten hours, sleep well!”
“Hold that suitcase!” A loud voice called from the bottom of the stairs, as Maddie rounded the corner. Looking at her in confusion, Cassie was about to ask what her sister meant when Maddie leaned past her and dropped three pairs of blue compression shorts and two green sports bras into the suitcase. One of the bras landed on you, covering half of your body.
Before Cassie could protest, Maddie pressed her hands into the suitcase and packed down the clothing, squeezing it flatter, and by extension, crushing you flat as well. She didn’t notice a thing though, and Cassie was too startled to speak.
When Maddie finished, she leaned back and grinned at Cassie. “Thanks sis, my suitcase was stuffed!”
“M-Maddie!” Cassie stammered. “That was for–”
“Surprise attack!” A girlish voice cried, as Sophie jumped over the couch, landing in Cassie’s lap. The giggly blonde wasted no time dropping two pink stylish t-shirts and two purple thongs into the suitcase. One of the thongs flopped onto your other half, and before Cassie could even fully comprehend what was happening, Sophie squeezed her new additions, Cassie’s clothes, and your body, flat like a pancake, then slammed the suitcase shut.
“Sophie! What?!” Cassie exclaimed, not even able to speak properly.
Her sister flashed a childlike smile. “Hooray! Now I can bring everything I wanted. My own suitcase is about to burst!” Sophie hoped off Cassie, and lifted her suitcase into a standing position. Maddie, in turn, guided Cassie onto her feet. Kimberly had also reached the bottom of the stairs with her own suitcase by this point.
“Girls, we’re leaving now! Let’s go!” She declared, heading for the front door.
Maddie patted Cassie’s shoulder. “I’ve got your stuff, sis. Let’s go!” She pumped her fist and grabbed the suitcase, racing for the door. Cassie was totally taken aback for a minute, and had to be practically pushed to the door by Sophie. What had even just happened in the past five minutes? How had it all spiraled so crazy?
Cassie grimaced as she slid into the car beside Sophie and Maddie, thinking about the position you were in, but reasoned you’d be fine. She’d simply apologize to you later that day, and it’d work out.
Technically, you were fine, if a bit painfully flattened. Your comfy underwear bed was no longer the pleasant sleeping place it once was, replaced by Maddie and Sophie’s additions to the suitcase, and now that everything was packed in tight, you had no room to move at all. You were a bit frustrated, but otherwise unharmed. You could survive for ten hours of this, you’d just come out of it a bit stiff. Good thing the resort had a massage spa.
Loading the suitcase at the airport was bumpy and a bit awkward, but once your suitcase was on the plane it was relatively smooth sailing for six hours. Your position had been flipped and flopped a bit, and in the total darkness you didn’t have a clue where you were. Still, it wasn’t so bad, all things considered. The suitcase smelled wonderful, for instance. You drifted off to sleep for most of the flight…
…only to be rudely awoken near the end of the flight as the plane hit a bit of turbulence. Cassie’s suitcase trembled and bounced erratically, and everything inside began to shift and jostle, including you. You tumbled around in darkness, smacking into various articles of clothing, before finally finding your head pressed firmly into some soft fabric.
The next moment, a heavy object slammed into your back, squeezing you firmly against whatever article of clothing you’d hit. You faintly recalled Cassie’s jewelry book being inside her suitcase, and it had no apparently fallen on you, acting like a heavy weight keeping you pinned against the fabric of the mystery item you were trapped against.
To make matters worse, the temperature had slowly risen inside the suitcase, and your body was sweating slightly. Your sweat, combined with the heavy jewelry book squishing you down, was applying exactly the right pressure to begin gluing your malleable body to the fabric. As the minutes passed, you felt your body adhere like glue to the mystery clothing item, sticking so tightly it’d take over an hour of help from Cassie to pry you free. You cursed your awful luck.
When the plane landed, unloading the suitcases was frustratingly calm and quick, preventing the jewelry box from being dislodged, and continuing your firm pressing into the fabric, like a cruel prison torture device. Any noise outside the suitcase was muffled, so you couldn’t pick up the sounds of each Smalls giantess and Irina grabbing their suitcases and hailing a taxi to Atlantica. Nor did you hear them arrive at the jaw-dropping resort and check in at the front desk.
Cassie rolled you down the hall to their suite, which was a sprawling lodging containing a living room and three bedrooms. One for you to share alone with Cassie, one for Sophie and Maddie, and one for Kimberly and Irina. Cassie took her suitcase into her room, propped it up onto her bed, and unclasped the case, propping it wide open.
“Oh gosh, my jewelry box.” Cassie’s eyes widened, spotting her box on its side, and trapping some clothing underneath. She dutifully moved the box out of her suitcase, but kept her eyes firmly on the box as she placed it beside the huge queen bed. You were once more revealed to the world, but unseen by Cassie. Truthfully, you were hard to spot anyway, crushed into a small flat blob and nearly ironed into the fabric of the clothing item that was beneath the box.
Before Cassie could return to her suitcase, Kimberly poked her head into the room. “I enjoyed our mother-daughter talks on the flight, dear.” She smiled warmly. “I love you.”
“Love you too mom.” Cassie grinned. “Ready for something to snack on? I don’t know about the others, but I’m starving.”
“Of course dear. Lead the way.” Kimberly gestured outside of the room. “And yes, I think Maddie and Sophie might be doing something else first.”
Cassie shrugged. “More mother-daughter time then!” She strolled right past her suitcase without a second glance, gave her mom a hug, and headed to leave the suite. Kimberly hesitated for one second, looked over at her daughter’s suitcase, and smiled. Then, she turned and followed Cassie to the dining hall.
Left all alone, you put all of your efforts into reforming as fast as possible, unsticking yourself from the fabric you’d just about been engrained into. As your face was mashed into it, you couldn’t tell what it was, or what color. You begged any gods that were listening for it not to be tan colored, otherwise you’d blend in almost imperceptibly, which was terrifying.
Five minutes passed, and you made no discernible progress. Then ten. You were much, much more pressed into the fabric then you’d first thought, and you began to doubt that you could get free without Cassie’s help. Even if everyone left you alone and nothing touched you for the next ten or fifteen hours you might not get free. That was bad. Very bad.
Fifteen or so minutes later, you heard someone walk into the room. Their footsteps drew near, and you were soon paralyzed by their cool hands reaching into the suitcase, brushing against you, and pulling whatever clothing item it was that you were stuck to out of the suitcase. You tried to thrash and move, to no avail. You could only beg the being holding you to spot you.
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