Meeting the Briarwoods (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 6
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As Cassie thanked Persephone, the rest of the Smalls and Briarwood family walked into the room. Sophie and Maddie took up positions near Selena and began engaging her in conversation. The poor girl looked utterly panicked by the social interaction, but soon lowered her defenses because of Sophie’s sheer radiant joy and Maddie’s genuine earnestness. Kimberly settled into her favorite recliner and gestured for the last Briarwood family member to sit, then turned to talk to Persephone.
That last Briarwood member was Irina, the mother of Selena and Persephone. A huge smile filled her face as she strolled into the room, her demeanor and appearance suggesting the perfect picture of a caring and fun-loving mother. Although, at first glance, you barely noticed her black haired framed into an alluring bob cut, her warm blue eyes, or her flawless skin.
Shamefully, you had a harm time not noticing Irina’s more…prodigious…assets. Close to Kimberly’s age, Irina was actually quite similar in body type, along with all that that entailed. Colossal breasts seemed to strain against her low-cut purple blouse, and the surprisingly indecent mini-skirt she wiggled her curvaceous rear end into seemed fit to pop at the seams. Thick thighs further complemented her appearance. She had some weight to her, but in all the right places.
You took in all this visage academically, of course. Irina was undoubtedly a vision, age certainly not slowing her looks down, but you noted this fact purely on a base level. You acknowledged her as attraction, but shook your thoughts back to Cassie. She was the one for you, and no other giantess held her level of appeal. You glanced in her direction, and basked in her beauty…
…which was ultimately your undoing. Turning your gaze from Irina to Cassie distracted you as to just how close Irina was getting. Her back was to you, and her motherly gaze focused squarely on her daughters. It was only as she began to sit that your predicament dawned on you, but your distraction had cost you. You weren’t nearly reformed enough to wiggle out of the way, let alone cry up to her.
With a soft ‘whump’, Irina’s plump buttocks clapped down onto the sofa. Your tiny body squelched under her immense weight, flattening out and conforming to an imprint of her left cheek. Her monumentally sized ass squeezed your very soul flat, and you could only mutely whimper and pray for someone to notice what had happened. As it was, you were totally incapable of reforming, moving, or talking.
Irina’s fleshy booty totally absorbed the feeling of squishing you, however, and the black-haired goddess remained content and unaware. Around this time, Cassie turned from Persephone, and noted Irina sitting directly where she’d placed you earlier. Frowning, Cassie crossed the room and slid onto the couch beside mother Briarwood. Irina smiled wholeheartedly at her, oblivious to the brunette’s conflicted expression.
Cassie coughed. “Er…Miss Briarwood, did you–”
Irina put her hand on Cassie’s shoulder, stopping her. “Cassie, please. You’ve gone off to college for years and come back with a degree. You’re an adult now, and certainly as beautiful as one. Call me Irina.”
Your fiancée blushed at the compliment. “Uh, right…sorry. Irina, d-did you notice my…uh…fiancé when you sat down? Was he here?”
Irina looked confused for a second, and then laughed uproariously. “Heavens, Cassie! I’d sure hope not. He’d be stuck under all THIS if he was sitting here.” Irina appreciatively slapped the side of her big butt appreciatively, and bounced in her seat for emphasis. Each bounce further cemented you to the slick fabric of her mini-skirt, and ground you more and more against her curvy rear end.
Cassie took a deep breath and smiled. Unfortunately, Irina’s innocent joke had the exact worst reaction with Cassie. Interpreting Irina’s mention of being stuck under her ass as acknowledgment of your diminutive size, Cassie found herself with no reason to assume you’d been painfully squashed under Irina’s derriere. Instead, she figured you’d reformed and left the room for some reason, perhaps to use the bathroom. So, she let herself forget about you for the moment.
Eventually, everyone else took a seat around the room, and began chatting and conversing. Most of the conversation focused on Cassie and her experiences in college, although Cassie certainly had her own slew of questions for Irina, Selena, and Persephone after being gone for so long.
Irina discussed her thriving career as a fashion designer, creating and sewing her own women’s outfits and lingerie from her home studio. She was an expert in her craft, and the whole neighborhood sought out her talent. Selena managed a few concise and whispered statements about how her summer between senior year of high school and freshman college was going. Persephone happily described all her friends and toys, and was looking forward to second grade. Since you weren’t in the room, and therefore not in everyone’s immediate mind, the discussion didn’t sway to you for over an hour.
What this meant was that you spent an entire lengthy hour pinned under Irina’s hefty, globe-sized ass cheeks. The heat was sweltering, to say nothing of the buckets of sweat that poured off of your body. Due to your squishy body, the sweat only succeeded in further sticking your paper-thin form to Irina’s miniskirt, your body hugging the curve of her left cheek like a sticker. Thankfully you were on the outside of her mini skirt and not the inside, but that was hardly consultation.
After an hour, Irina yawned and looked around the room. “Boy, Cassie’s lucky man must be taking a long time in the bathroom. I really wanted to meet him. Is he shy?”
Kimberly frowned. “He went to the bathroom? Must’ve slipped past me.” She peered at Cassie. “Do you think something happened?”
Cassie began to sweat. “Uh…I hope not. I’ll check.” She jumped to her feet and rushed out of the room, heading upstairs. Irina looked at her quizzically as she left.
“What does she mean?” Irina wondered aloud. “How could something happen in a bathroom?”
Maddie stared straight at Irina. “Uh, you did see him, right? Dude’s only a foot tall. It’s actually pretty crazy. I mean, he’s a chill guy, but…”
Irina raised an eyebrow. “One foot tall? You mean, twelve inches? You’re joking.”
Sophie giggled and rocked in her seat. “Nope! Cassie’s caught the cutest little guy in the entire world! He’s adorable, and super nice, and funny, and really awesome!”
In the corner seat of the room, Selena imperceptibly brushed some hair out of her eyes at the mention of your apparently ‘cute’ traits, and hid a small smile. As much as her mother, she certainly wanted to meet you too…at least in a meeting that didn’t involve stomping you with her boot. Dwelling on that memory caused Selena to shrink back again with embarrassment.
In the other corner of the room, Persephone was idly walking around the room, and hadn’t heard a word about Cassie’s fiancé, nor said fiancé’s doll-sized height. She was bored, and impatiently wondering when she could get her hands on that fun little dolly again.
Irina shook her head. “Okay, I still think you’re all trying to play a trick on me. I might be getting more scatterbrained and forgetful as of late, but I can smell a prank a mile away.” She began to stand up. “Still, I’ll play along for now.”
Taking her cue, Kimberly, Sophie, and Maddie all stood up and headed upstairs after Cassie. Irina peeled herself off of the couch, stretched her back, and began to follow suit.
As you had expected, your squishy body conformed uncannily to Irina’s plump left cheek, sticking nicely in place. Your face was pressed firmly into her skirt, and you could feel every little jiggle and vibration as she took a few steps after Kimberly and the others. Desperately, you tried to tug and pull your body away from Irina’s own. You could barely manage a slight twitch after an hour of pulverized butt crushing, but you still put all your heart into it.
What happens next?
That last Briarwood member was Irina, the mother of Selena and Persephone. A huge smile filled her face as she strolled into the room, her demeanor and appearance suggesting the perfect picture of a caring and fun-loving mother. Although, at first glance, you barely noticed her black haired framed into an alluring bob cut, her warm blue eyes, or her flawless skin.
Shamefully, you had a harm time not noticing Irina’s more…prodigious…assets. Close to Kimberly’s age, Irina was actually quite similar in body type, along with all that that entailed. Colossal breasts seemed to strain against her low-cut purple blouse, and the surprisingly indecent mini-skirt she wiggled her curvaceous rear end into seemed fit to pop at the seams. Thick thighs further complemented her appearance. She had some weight to her, but in all the right places.
You took in all this visage academically, of course. Irina was undoubtedly a vision, age certainly not slowing her looks down, but you noted this fact purely on a base level. You acknowledged her as attraction, but shook your thoughts back to Cassie. She was the one for you, and no other giantess held her level of appeal. You glanced in her direction, and basked in her beauty…
…which was ultimately your undoing. Turning your gaze from Irina to Cassie distracted you as to just how close Irina was getting. Her back was to you, and her motherly gaze focused squarely on her daughters. It was only as she began to sit that your predicament dawned on you, but your distraction had cost you. You weren’t nearly reformed enough to wiggle out of the way, let alone cry up to her.
With a soft ‘whump’, Irina’s plump buttocks clapped down onto the sofa. Your tiny body squelched under her immense weight, flattening out and conforming to an imprint of her left cheek. Her monumentally sized ass squeezed your very soul flat, and you could only mutely whimper and pray for someone to notice what had happened. As it was, you were totally incapable of reforming, moving, or talking.
Irina’s fleshy booty totally absorbed the feeling of squishing you, however, and the black-haired goddess remained content and unaware. Around this time, Cassie turned from Persephone, and noted Irina sitting directly where she’d placed you earlier. Frowning, Cassie crossed the room and slid onto the couch beside mother Briarwood. Irina smiled wholeheartedly at her, oblivious to the brunette’s conflicted expression.
Cassie coughed. “Er…Miss Briarwood, did you–”
Irina put her hand on Cassie’s shoulder, stopping her. “Cassie, please. You’ve gone off to college for years and come back with a degree. You’re an adult now, and certainly as beautiful as one. Call me Irina.”
Your fiancée blushed at the compliment. “Uh, right…sorry. Irina, d-did you notice my…uh…fiancé when you sat down? Was he here?”
Irina looked confused for a second, and then laughed uproariously. “Heavens, Cassie! I’d sure hope not. He’d be stuck under all THIS if he was sitting here.” Irina appreciatively slapped the side of her big butt appreciatively, and bounced in her seat for emphasis. Each bounce further cemented you to the slick fabric of her mini-skirt, and ground you more and more against her curvy rear end.
Cassie took a deep breath and smiled. Unfortunately, Irina’s innocent joke had the exact worst reaction with Cassie. Interpreting Irina’s mention of being stuck under her ass as acknowledgment of your diminutive size, Cassie found herself with no reason to assume you’d been painfully squashed under Irina’s derriere. Instead, she figured you’d reformed and left the room for some reason, perhaps to use the bathroom. So, she let herself forget about you for the moment.
Eventually, everyone else took a seat around the room, and began chatting and conversing. Most of the conversation focused on Cassie and her experiences in college, although Cassie certainly had her own slew of questions for Irina, Selena, and Persephone after being gone for so long.
Irina discussed her thriving career as a fashion designer, creating and sewing her own women’s outfits and lingerie from her home studio. She was an expert in her craft, and the whole neighborhood sought out her talent. Selena managed a few concise and whispered statements about how her summer between senior year of high school and freshman college was going. Persephone happily described all her friends and toys, and was looking forward to second grade. Since you weren’t in the room, and therefore not in everyone’s immediate mind, the discussion didn’t sway to you for over an hour.
What this meant was that you spent an entire lengthy hour pinned under Irina’s hefty, globe-sized ass cheeks. The heat was sweltering, to say nothing of the buckets of sweat that poured off of your body. Due to your squishy body, the sweat only succeeded in further sticking your paper-thin form to Irina’s miniskirt, your body hugging the curve of her left cheek like a sticker. Thankfully you were on the outside of her mini skirt and not the inside, but that was hardly consultation.
After an hour, Irina yawned and looked around the room. “Boy, Cassie’s lucky man must be taking a long time in the bathroom. I really wanted to meet him. Is he shy?”
Kimberly frowned. “He went to the bathroom? Must’ve slipped past me.” She peered at Cassie. “Do you think something happened?”
Cassie began to sweat. “Uh…I hope not. I’ll check.” She jumped to her feet and rushed out of the room, heading upstairs. Irina looked at her quizzically as she left.
“What does she mean?” Irina wondered aloud. “How could something happen in a bathroom?”
Maddie stared straight at Irina. “Uh, you did see him, right? Dude’s only a foot tall. It’s actually pretty crazy. I mean, he’s a chill guy, but…”
Irina raised an eyebrow. “One foot tall? You mean, twelve inches? You’re joking.”
Sophie giggled and rocked in her seat. “Nope! Cassie’s caught the cutest little guy in the entire world! He’s adorable, and super nice, and funny, and really awesome!”
In the corner seat of the room, Selena imperceptibly brushed some hair out of her eyes at the mention of your apparently ‘cute’ traits, and hid a small smile. As much as her mother, she certainly wanted to meet you too…at least in a meeting that didn’t involve stomping you with her boot. Dwelling on that memory caused Selena to shrink back again with embarrassment.
In the other corner of the room, Persephone was idly walking around the room, and hadn’t heard a word about Cassie’s fiancé, nor said fiancé’s doll-sized height. She was bored, and impatiently wondering when she could get her hands on that fun little dolly again.
Irina shook her head. “Okay, I still think you’re all trying to play a trick on me. I might be getting more scatterbrained and forgetful as of late, but I can smell a prank a mile away.” She began to stand up. “Still, I’ll play along for now.”
Taking her cue, Kimberly, Sophie, and Maddie all stood up and headed upstairs after Cassie. Irina peeled herself off of the couch, stretched her back, and began to follow suit.
As you had expected, your squishy body conformed uncannily to Irina’s plump left cheek, sticking nicely in place. Your face was pressed firmly into her skirt, and you could feel every little jiggle and vibration as she took a few steps after Kimberly and the others. Desperately, you tried to tug and pull your body away from Irina’s own. You could barely manage a slight twitch after an hour of pulverized butt crushing, but you still put all your heart into it.
What happens next?
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