Unknowing Abduction
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 7
by
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Irina followed the rest of the Smalls family upstairs after Cassie, her prodigious rear shaking back and forth as she meandered up the stairwell. Each tiny movement jiggled her gargantuan derriere, jostling your pancaked body about in a dizzying manner. It felt like an eternity as she scaled the steps to the second floor, and you felt about ready to puke from the constant bouncing and swaying.
All this time you fought and pulled with every ounce of strength you could muster, desperate to pry your body off of her butt. After an hour of crushing and intense pressure, your flattened body stubbornly refused to budge initially, adhered to her shapely ass cheek like a sticker on her miniskirt. Your flattened state was so fine and thin that your mere presence on her booty was barely noticeable even if someone were to run their fingers along the fabric.
Reaching the second floor, Irina poked her head into the spacious bathroom, where Cassie, Sophie, and Maddie were scouring every cabinet and basket, seemingly searching for something. Leaning against the bathroom wall, Irina’s plump butt smashed into the tiled wall, fleshy cheeks squishing together as she did so, and firmly planting your body between her ass and the wall, trapped and unable to move or reform.
Oblivious to how she’d pinned her tiny prisoner, Irina crossed her arms and frowned. “What on earth are all of you searching for?”
Kimberly, who was standing in the middle of the room, sighed. “Cassie’s lost her little fiancé. The one foot tall one, remember? She thinks something might’ve happened to him.”
Irina couldn’t help but chuckle. “Goodness, you all are taking this prank so far!”
Cassie whirled to face her, glaring. Tears dappled her cheeks. “He’s not a prank, Irina! He’s my precious fiancé, and he’s lost!”
Motherly instincts kicking in, Irina stopped laughing and brought Cassie in for a hug. “There, there, sweet girl. I’m sorry, I just can’t quite grasp a handsome young thing being so tiny.” She stroked your fiancée’s head lovingly, while Cassie buried her face into the older woman’s massive tits. She pulled back a minute later, still upset.
“He’s only been here two hours, and now he’s missing!” Cassie said, distraught. “I’m the worst, why would he ever marry me now!”
Irina scoffed. “He’d be a fool to turn you down, darling, Gorgeous, caring, kind, funny, and a brilliant student?” She shook her head. “No, the poor thing must’ve gotten…squished, right? I believe I heard he could be flattened and such. Let’s try looking for him in another room, shall we?”
Sparing a small smile, Cassie nodded and trailed out of the bathroom towards her bedroom, while Irina dutifully followed. Sadly, the other three Smalls women had turned back to scanning the bathroom, their backs to you as Irina sauntered away. As such, not a soul saw your painfully mashed form glued to Irina’s buttocks as she followed after your wife-to-be.
Entering Cassie’s room, Irina dutifully looked into cabinets and drawers for any sign of you, while Cassie checked thoroughly under the bed. As Cassie was preoccupied, you once more went unnoticed, but you didn’t waste this chance. You fought tooth and nail to wiggle and pry yourself free from the curvaceous milf who’d entrapped you, until finally you managed to peel your squished head free.
Disaster struck right then, however, as Irina plopped down onto Cassie’s bed with an exhausted sigh. Her big booty slapped onto the bed, smashing you firmly into place and rendering all your earlier progress moot as you were pounded. Wiggling a bit for comfort, Irina’s miniskirt clad ass ground you to a pulp, smearing your recognizable human features into indecipherable blurs of tan.
“Oh, goodness dear, where has your man run off to?” Irina inquired, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. Cassie retreated from under the bed, tears springing to her eyes again.
“I-I…don’t know. I don’t know!” She cried. Her panic brought the rest of her family into the room a moment later, and Kimberly and Sophie buried Cassie in a big hug, promising her that they’d keep looking for you. All the while, Irina stayed seated, unaware of how her most eye-catching asset was slowly but surely claiming you, and hiding you from the one who sought you the most, standing just a few feet away.
After a minute, Selena and Persephone entered the room. Persephone ran up to Irina and took hold of her hand, grasping it firmly. Selena stayed near the door, nervously biting her lip.
“Mommy, mommy! Can we go home now? I want a snack!” Persephone asked excitedly, bouncing up and down.
Whispering, Selena looked nervous. “Y-You had work to do…right, mom?”
Irina slapped her forehead. “Oh, of course! I have a few more work orders to fill before tomorrow.” Standing up, Irina brushed herself off, not in the least feeling your presence on the back of her skirt.
Turning to face the Smalls family, Irina presented you to the doorway, effectively keeping you hidden from the four giantesses who could save you easiest. This was compounded by Selena grabbing Persephone’s hand and leading the young girl back downstairs, the two heading away from you and not seeing you on their mother’s butt.
“Sorry to head out.” Irina apologized. “I hope I can meet your delightful little fiancé next time I come over.”
Cassie mumbled a response, and Irina backed out of the room while waving, her infuriatingly simple gesture once more keeping you away from the sight of your beloved Cassie and her family. She didn’t turn around until she was by the stairs, and each of the Smalls women had already looked away. As oblivious as ever, Irina headed down the stairs, met up with her children, and left through the front door.
Her house was right across the street, so Persephone raced wildly across the road, Selena scurrying after her to watch for cars and keep the rambunctious girl safe. Irina trailed in the back, smiling at her daughters and their energetic relationship. Her large rear end continued to bounce and sway as she walked, but sadly no one was out and about in the neighborhood to stare at Irina and potentially see you.
Entering her house, Persephone disappeared into the kitchen, Selena retreated into the living room to watch TV, and Irina headed upstairs alone. The second floor of her house had a bathroom, and then each of the Briarwood women had their own bedroom. However, Irina also had a work room, a spacious room at the end of the hallway filled with fabrics, dyes, paints, sewing machines, chemical solvents, art utensils, two clothes lines, and a few mannequins of varying sizes. Irina often referred to it as her “studio”.
Slipping into her studio, Irina approached a neat stack of papers on a side desk. Her fashion designing services were immensely popular, and she was frequently recruited by the neighbors for work. Her prices were fair and her commitment to quickly fulfilling orders was commendable. Each paper in the stack was an order from a customer, organized by date received. She’d been meaning to do at least three more orders by tomorrow.
Grabbing the first paper, Irina then walked over to her work station to sit down and begin. Meanwhile, you’d spent the last ten minutes prying and twitching against Irina’s huge butt cheek, pleading with any god above to save you. Slowly but surely your squishy skin unstuck from Irina’s sweat-caked miniskirt, and time seemed to go into slow motion as she neared her chair. You knew full well you’d lose all your escape progress if she sat again.
With a mighty, mute cry of frustration and determination, you wiggled your body a millimeter, and your lower half finally unstuck from Irina’s shapely booty. Drifting free, your body brushed along the black-haired giantess’ leg and fluttered to the ground, lying in a small heap. Far above you, Irina plopped into her seat, cracked her knuckles, and leaned forward over her desk.
At that exact moment, the scatterbrained goddess accidentally knocked over a small jar of paintbrushes, sending the art utensils clattering to the ground. The jar fell down onto your face, while the brushes dropped around your mangled body. Laughing at her own clumsiness, Irina bent over and scooped the brushes back into the cup, but in doing so uncovered your lumpy, battered body, and made eye contact.
Frowning, Irina scrapped you off the floor and lifted you up onto her desk, scrutinizing you under the brighter light. Stroking your skin, she titled her head in confusion.
“What is this…some sort of stretchy fabric?” She said, her warm breath washing over you. Panic filled you in an instant, and you tried to jerk and twitch in her hands, but to no avail. You could see light dancing dangerously in Irina’s eyes, and a moment later the colossal woman parted her luscious lips to speak again.
What does she say?
All this time you fought and pulled with every ounce of strength you could muster, desperate to pry your body off of her butt. After an hour of crushing and intense pressure, your flattened body stubbornly refused to budge initially, adhered to her shapely ass cheek like a sticker on her miniskirt. Your flattened state was so fine and thin that your mere presence on her booty was barely noticeable even if someone were to run their fingers along the fabric.
Reaching the second floor, Irina poked her head into the spacious bathroom, where Cassie, Sophie, and Maddie were scouring every cabinet and basket, seemingly searching for something. Leaning against the bathroom wall, Irina’s plump butt smashed into the tiled wall, fleshy cheeks squishing together as she did so, and firmly planting your body between her ass and the wall, trapped and unable to move or reform.
Oblivious to how she’d pinned her tiny prisoner, Irina crossed her arms and frowned. “What on earth are all of you searching for?”
Kimberly, who was standing in the middle of the room, sighed. “Cassie’s lost her little fiancé. The one foot tall one, remember? She thinks something might’ve happened to him.”
Irina couldn’t help but chuckle. “Goodness, you all are taking this prank so far!”
Cassie whirled to face her, glaring. Tears dappled her cheeks. “He’s not a prank, Irina! He’s my precious fiancé, and he’s lost!”
Motherly instincts kicking in, Irina stopped laughing and brought Cassie in for a hug. “There, there, sweet girl. I’m sorry, I just can’t quite grasp a handsome young thing being so tiny.” She stroked your fiancée’s head lovingly, while Cassie buried her face into the older woman’s massive tits. She pulled back a minute later, still upset.
“He’s only been here two hours, and now he’s missing!” Cassie said, distraught. “I’m the worst, why would he ever marry me now!”
Irina scoffed. “He’d be a fool to turn you down, darling, Gorgeous, caring, kind, funny, and a brilliant student?” She shook her head. “No, the poor thing must’ve gotten…squished, right? I believe I heard he could be flattened and such. Let’s try looking for him in another room, shall we?”
Sparing a small smile, Cassie nodded and trailed out of the bathroom towards her bedroom, while Irina dutifully followed. Sadly, the other three Smalls women had turned back to scanning the bathroom, their backs to you as Irina sauntered away. As such, not a soul saw your painfully mashed form glued to Irina’s buttocks as she followed after your wife-to-be.
Entering Cassie’s room, Irina dutifully looked into cabinets and drawers for any sign of you, while Cassie checked thoroughly under the bed. As Cassie was preoccupied, you once more went unnoticed, but you didn’t waste this chance. You fought tooth and nail to wiggle and pry yourself free from the curvaceous milf who’d entrapped you, until finally you managed to peel your squished head free.
Disaster struck right then, however, as Irina plopped down onto Cassie’s bed with an exhausted sigh. Her big booty slapped onto the bed, smashing you firmly into place and rendering all your earlier progress moot as you were pounded. Wiggling a bit for comfort, Irina’s miniskirt clad ass ground you to a pulp, smearing your recognizable human features into indecipherable blurs of tan.
“Oh, goodness dear, where has your man run off to?” Irina inquired, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. Cassie retreated from under the bed, tears springing to her eyes again.
“I-I…don’t know. I don’t know!” She cried. Her panic brought the rest of her family into the room a moment later, and Kimberly and Sophie buried Cassie in a big hug, promising her that they’d keep looking for you. All the while, Irina stayed seated, unaware of how her most eye-catching asset was slowly but surely claiming you, and hiding you from the one who sought you the most, standing just a few feet away.
After a minute, Selena and Persephone entered the room. Persephone ran up to Irina and took hold of her hand, grasping it firmly. Selena stayed near the door, nervously biting her lip.
“Mommy, mommy! Can we go home now? I want a snack!” Persephone asked excitedly, bouncing up and down.
Whispering, Selena looked nervous. “Y-You had work to do…right, mom?”
Irina slapped her forehead. “Oh, of course! I have a few more work orders to fill before tomorrow.” Standing up, Irina brushed herself off, not in the least feeling your presence on the back of her skirt.
Turning to face the Smalls family, Irina presented you to the doorway, effectively keeping you hidden from the four giantesses who could save you easiest. This was compounded by Selena grabbing Persephone’s hand and leading the young girl back downstairs, the two heading away from you and not seeing you on their mother’s butt.
“Sorry to head out.” Irina apologized. “I hope I can meet your delightful little fiancé next time I come over.”
Cassie mumbled a response, and Irina backed out of the room while waving, her infuriatingly simple gesture once more keeping you away from the sight of your beloved Cassie and her family. She didn’t turn around until she was by the stairs, and each of the Smalls women had already looked away. As oblivious as ever, Irina headed down the stairs, met up with her children, and left through the front door.
Her house was right across the street, so Persephone raced wildly across the road, Selena scurrying after her to watch for cars and keep the rambunctious girl safe. Irina trailed in the back, smiling at her daughters and their energetic relationship. Her large rear end continued to bounce and sway as she walked, but sadly no one was out and about in the neighborhood to stare at Irina and potentially see you.
Entering her house, Persephone disappeared into the kitchen, Selena retreated into the living room to watch TV, and Irina headed upstairs alone. The second floor of her house had a bathroom, and then each of the Briarwood women had their own bedroom. However, Irina also had a work room, a spacious room at the end of the hallway filled with fabrics, dyes, paints, sewing machines, chemical solvents, art utensils, two clothes lines, and a few mannequins of varying sizes. Irina often referred to it as her “studio”.
Slipping into her studio, Irina approached a neat stack of papers on a side desk. Her fashion designing services were immensely popular, and she was frequently recruited by the neighbors for work. Her prices were fair and her commitment to quickly fulfilling orders was commendable. Each paper in the stack was an order from a customer, organized by date received. She’d been meaning to do at least three more orders by tomorrow.
Grabbing the first paper, Irina then walked over to her work station to sit down and begin. Meanwhile, you’d spent the last ten minutes prying and twitching against Irina’s huge butt cheek, pleading with any god above to save you. Slowly but surely your squishy skin unstuck from Irina’s sweat-caked miniskirt, and time seemed to go into slow motion as she neared her chair. You knew full well you’d lose all your escape progress if she sat again.
With a mighty, mute cry of frustration and determination, you wiggled your body a millimeter, and your lower half finally unstuck from Irina’s shapely booty. Drifting free, your body brushed along the black-haired giantess’ leg and fluttered to the ground, lying in a small heap. Far above you, Irina plopped into her seat, cracked her knuckles, and leaned forward over her desk.
At that exact moment, the scatterbrained goddess accidentally knocked over a small jar of paintbrushes, sending the art utensils clattering to the ground. The jar fell down onto your face, while the brushes dropped around your mangled body. Laughing at her own clumsiness, Irina bent over and scooped the brushes back into the cup, but in doing so uncovered your lumpy, battered body, and made eye contact.
Frowning, Irina scrapped you off the floor and lifted you up onto her desk, scrutinizing you under the brighter light. Stroking your skin, she titled her head in confusion.
“What is this…some sort of stretchy fabric?” She said, her warm breath washing over you. Panic filled you in an instant, and you tried to jerk and twitch in her hands, but to no avail. You could see light dancing dangerously in Irina’s eyes, and a moment later the colossal woman parted her luscious lips to speak again.
What does she say?
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