Servicing Sophie's Request
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
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“Goodness, this fabric would be perfect for that bikini thong Sophie requested!” Irina beamed, her smile wide and her eyes shining brightly. Your own eyes widened in abject terror, and you fought to quiver and shake violently to alert Irina to your true nature. Sadly, the oblivious woman slammed you down onto the desk a second later, rubbing you flat with her palm while still smiling from ear-to-ear.
“I don’t know where you came from, mystery fabric, but you’re perfect!” Irina happily declared aloud. “I bet it was a sneaky gift from Selena, the shy darling. I’ll have to thank her later.”
While continuing to rub your body flat, further smearing your facial features until you had been reduced to nothing but a featureless blob of tan, Irina used her free hand to pull a large Tupperware bowl closer. She popped off a cap of a nearby bottle, and poured a generous amount of red liquid into the bowl, filling the bowl nearly to the lip.
“Ah, okay, let’s see here…” Irina flicked through the paper sheet outlining Sophie’s request for the bikini thong. The paper was decorated in the margins with happy faces and glitter, much to Irina’s amusement. “…okay, that precious girl just wants a solid red dye for the fabric’s base layer. Easy peasy!”
With an innocent grin masking what she was about to subject a poor innocent man to, Irina grabbed you and tossed you right into the bowl of red liquid. She pushed down on your chest, submerging you completely under the sea of red, and once you were fully dunked in, she sealed the lid back onto the bowl, entrapping you completely in the bowl and fully under the liquidy lake of red.
Turning her attention away from you, Irina used her phone to start up a playlist of carefree pop music, then returned to looking at Sophie’s work order. Sophie also wanted a matching bikini top, so Irina dug around in her fabric drawers and containers before producing a squishy tan fabric frighteningly similar to your body’s own unique properties. She proceeded to fill a second bowl of red dye and dunk you in as well.
For the next hour after that, Irina went to work on her second order, a simple request from a neighbor down the road for two matching pink bows. With uncanny skill and ability, Irina danced along to the music while finding just the right strips of fabric, cutting them to size, adding in glitter, ornately tying them into a pristine position, and then placing them in a box, sealing up the box and writing the recipient’s name on the top. Every so often she’d grab your bowl and the other bowl and shake them a bit, swirling you around.
Finally, Irina removed the top of your bowl and pulled your soggy body out. Still unaware to your true nature, Irina walked over to a sink in the corner of the room and wrung your body dry, squeezing you painfully until every last drop drained from you. You winced at the pain, and renewed your struggle to reform, though a small part of your brain recognized it was barely helping at this point.
While Irina walked back to her desk, you caught a brief glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and you mentally screamed, your mute cries unable to escape your badly flattened lungs. Your body, after soaking in the bowl, had been dyed entirely bright red, every last inch of your bare skin bright red in tone. Not a single spot of tan remained, and to make matters worse, the red dye also insidiously hid your human features from view almost entirely!
Dropping you back onto her desk, Irina perused her work order. “Okay, next comes…little purple flowers. Oh, guess I should reshape you before then! Silly me!”
Mother Briarwood grabbed you up into her soft, warm hands, her gentle and caring demeanor morphing into sheer horror from your perspective. Having done this hundreds of times before, Irina began molding and stretching your body into the perfect desired shape, all while you struggled in vain, desperate to free yourself from this nightmare.
Irina squeezed your chest tighter and flatter, pinching your legs and head and stretching you out into an elongated shape. Gripping what was essentially your arms and legs, she pulled them away from the rest of your body and smashed them together at the ends, kneading your squishy left hand and left foot together, and your right hand and right foot together so badly they stuck like glue.
Grabbing your arms and legs, which now formed two semi-circles connected to your chest and head, she pulled them out at the sides, widening them ever so slightly. She also widened your face and chest area a bit. Your body was being stretched to its limits by this woman, and each passing second you felt your body growing more and more numb, the blissful dream of escape fading away.
When Irina finally paused for a breath, sitting back to admire her work, you caught sight of yourself in her mirror again. Sure enough, Irina had molded you into the perfect shape for a revealing yet not too risqué bikini thong. Your head and chest made up the centerpiece of the thong, while your arms and legs looped together would serve as the leg holes for Sophie, your apparent future owner, to slot her legs into.
Sighing with relief, Irina glanced back at the work order. “Right…right…little purple flowers should be all that’s left!” The motherly giantess clapped her hands together and grabbed a paint brush from her little jar. She also squirted a bit of specialized fabric paint onto a small plate, dabbed her brush into the purple goop, and began getting to work.
It was an immensely odd feeling as Irina drew intricate little purple flowers all over your body, the soft brush practically tickling you, and the cold wet paint sending shivers across your thong-shaped body. You tried your hardest to reform or even move, but your efforts were so pitifully miniscule they all went unnoticed by Irina.
After thirty minutes, Irina had painted flowers all across you, covering up your crotch, hands and feet, mouth, and stomach. However, it was her last flower that most terrified you, as the unaware woman lowered her brush a final time, directly onto your right eye. Mentally crying out in surprise, Irina went on tracing the purple flower’s petals straight over your left eye, coating both eyes in purple paint with a care in the world.
Of course, you’d closed your eyes at the last second to avoid the unspeakable pain of a paint brush jabbing your pupils, but the consequences were just as bad. The paint was layered on right over your eyelids, and as the wet goop settled and began to dry, it hardened, fusing to your eyelids and keeping your eyes squeezed shut. You were truly unable to open them and see again, no matter how hard you tried!
Putting her brush away, Irina gently blew air over your body, cool breeze chilling you. She then used a special key from her pocket, unlocked a small cabinet, and retrieved a unique spray bottle. The bottle contained an expensive fabric paint sealant that Irina only used on special occasions, and providing a gorgeous two-piece bikini set for darling Sophie was one such occasion.
Spritzing the chemical mist over your entire body, Irina made sure not to miss a single spot, dousing you thoroughly. The mist settled onto your body, the particles stinging as they touched your skin, before solidifying into a single thin and imperceptible layer over your entire body. The thin layer of mist coagulated and hardened as it settled, finally drying off and sealing your entire body in a protective shining sheen.
You didn’t fully recognize it at the time, but it was now that your fate had been sealed. The fabric sealant acted as a permanent layer of protection for the purple paint and the red dye, keeping the colors from washing or fading away from laundry cycles or usage wear and tear. This, in essence, ensured that for as long as the layer of sealant remained, your body would stay bright red, and the purple flowers would never chip or fade away.
Worse still, the sealant layer hardening around your body was physically encasing you inside. Obviously, the sealant had never been intended for use on humans, and it wouldn’t have worked on you without the dye and paint already in place. Now, the sealant mist had cooled into an invisible bubble across your whole form, literally trapping you in this thong shape and preventing any reformation or movement at all. On top of that, you couldn’t see or speak either! You were, for all intents and purposes, just a simple, if gorgeous, thong now.
Picking you up after a few minutes, Irina daintily pulled on your arm-and-leg fused loops, testing your stretchiness. Satisfied that the sealant had worked its magic, Irina grinned happily. If she’d messed up, the only fix to the fabric paint sealant was an expensive acidic solvent, and she was currently plum out of any. Another batch of solvent was due to be shipped in a week, just in case she needed it, and assuming Persephone didn’t accidentally spill it like she had the previous batch.
Setting you aside, Irina retrieved the squishy fabric from the second red dye bowl and went to work, molding it into a stylish and revealing bikini top perfectly suited to Sophie’s measurements. You could do nothing but wait on Irina’s desk and wallow in despair as she worked, unable to move, reform, or do anything. After an hour, the beautiful bikini top, your partner, was laid down beside you, and Irina reached for a pink gift box under her desk.
"Oh, Sophie will adore this!" Irina gushed. Opening the box, she gently dropped your thong body and the top into the box, sealed the box up with wrapping paper, and addressed it to Sophie. Pleased with a job well done, she left the room and headed downstairs for dinner, figuring she’d just deliver the bikini set tomorrow morning. She also wanted to thank Selena for the squishy fabric gift. Left all alone in her room, the nightmarish reality of your current fate dawned on you, and you drifted into an unpleasant slumber.
What happens in the morning?
“I don’t know where you came from, mystery fabric, but you’re perfect!” Irina happily declared aloud. “I bet it was a sneaky gift from Selena, the shy darling. I’ll have to thank her later.”
While continuing to rub your body flat, further smearing your facial features until you had been reduced to nothing but a featureless blob of tan, Irina used her free hand to pull a large Tupperware bowl closer. She popped off a cap of a nearby bottle, and poured a generous amount of red liquid into the bowl, filling the bowl nearly to the lip.
“Ah, okay, let’s see here…” Irina flicked through the paper sheet outlining Sophie’s request for the bikini thong. The paper was decorated in the margins with happy faces and glitter, much to Irina’s amusement. “…okay, that precious girl just wants a solid red dye for the fabric’s base layer. Easy peasy!”
With an innocent grin masking what she was about to subject a poor innocent man to, Irina grabbed you and tossed you right into the bowl of red liquid. She pushed down on your chest, submerging you completely under the sea of red, and once you were fully dunked in, she sealed the lid back onto the bowl, entrapping you completely in the bowl and fully under the liquidy lake of red.
Turning her attention away from you, Irina used her phone to start up a playlist of carefree pop music, then returned to looking at Sophie’s work order. Sophie also wanted a matching bikini top, so Irina dug around in her fabric drawers and containers before producing a squishy tan fabric frighteningly similar to your body’s own unique properties. She proceeded to fill a second bowl of red dye and dunk you in as well.
For the next hour after that, Irina went to work on her second order, a simple request from a neighbor down the road for two matching pink bows. With uncanny skill and ability, Irina danced along to the music while finding just the right strips of fabric, cutting them to size, adding in glitter, ornately tying them into a pristine position, and then placing them in a box, sealing up the box and writing the recipient’s name on the top. Every so often she’d grab your bowl and the other bowl and shake them a bit, swirling you around.
Finally, Irina removed the top of your bowl and pulled your soggy body out. Still unaware to your true nature, Irina walked over to a sink in the corner of the room and wrung your body dry, squeezing you painfully until every last drop drained from you. You winced at the pain, and renewed your struggle to reform, though a small part of your brain recognized it was barely helping at this point.
While Irina walked back to her desk, you caught a brief glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and you mentally screamed, your mute cries unable to escape your badly flattened lungs. Your body, after soaking in the bowl, had been dyed entirely bright red, every last inch of your bare skin bright red in tone. Not a single spot of tan remained, and to make matters worse, the red dye also insidiously hid your human features from view almost entirely!
Dropping you back onto her desk, Irina perused her work order. “Okay, next comes…little purple flowers. Oh, guess I should reshape you before then! Silly me!”
Mother Briarwood grabbed you up into her soft, warm hands, her gentle and caring demeanor morphing into sheer horror from your perspective. Having done this hundreds of times before, Irina began molding and stretching your body into the perfect desired shape, all while you struggled in vain, desperate to free yourself from this nightmare.
Irina squeezed your chest tighter and flatter, pinching your legs and head and stretching you out into an elongated shape. Gripping what was essentially your arms and legs, she pulled them away from the rest of your body and smashed them together at the ends, kneading your squishy left hand and left foot together, and your right hand and right foot together so badly they stuck like glue.
Grabbing your arms and legs, which now formed two semi-circles connected to your chest and head, she pulled them out at the sides, widening them ever so slightly. She also widened your face and chest area a bit. Your body was being stretched to its limits by this woman, and each passing second you felt your body growing more and more numb, the blissful dream of escape fading away.
When Irina finally paused for a breath, sitting back to admire her work, you caught sight of yourself in her mirror again. Sure enough, Irina had molded you into the perfect shape for a revealing yet not too risqué bikini thong. Your head and chest made up the centerpiece of the thong, while your arms and legs looped together would serve as the leg holes for Sophie, your apparent future owner, to slot her legs into.
Sighing with relief, Irina glanced back at the work order. “Right…right…little purple flowers should be all that’s left!” The motherly giantess clapped her hands together and grabbed a paint brush from her little jar. She also squirted a bit of specialized fabric paint onto a small plate, dabbed her brush into the purple goop, and began getting to work.
It was an immensely odd feeling as Irina drew intricate little purple flowers all over your body, the soft brush practically tickling you, and the cold wet paint sending shivers across your thong-shaped body. You tried your hardest to reform or even move, but your efforts were so pitifully miniscule they all went unnoticed by Irina.
After thirty minutes, Irina had painted flowers all across you, covering up your crotch, hands and feet, mouth, and stomach. However, it was her last flower that most terrified you, as the unaware woman lowered her brush a final time, directly onto your right eye. Mentally crying out in surprise, Irina went on tracing the purple flower’s petals straight over your left eye, coating both eyes in purple paint with a care in the world.
Of course, you’d closed your eyes at the last second to avoid the unspeakable pain of a paint brush jabbing your pupils, but the consequences were just as bad. The paint was layered on right over your eyelids, and as the wet goop settled and began to dry, it hardened, fusing to your eyelids and keeping your eyes squeezed shut. You were truly unable to open them and see again, no matter how hard you tried!
Putting her brush away, Irina gently blew air over your body, cool breeze chilling you. She then used a special key from her pocket, unlocked a small cabinet, and retrieved a unique spray bottle. The bottle contained an expensive fabric paint sealant that Irina only used on special occasions, and providing a gorgeous two-piece bikini set for darling Sophie was one such occasion.
Spritzing the chemical mist over your entire body, Irina made sure not to miss a single spot, dousing you thoroughly. The mist settled onto your body, the particles stinging as they touched your skin, before solidifying into a single thin and imperceptible layer over your entire body. The thin layer of mist coagulated and hardened as it settled, finally drying off and sealing your entire body in a protective shining sheen.
You didn’t fully recognize it at the time, but it was now that your fate had been sealed. The fabric sealant acted as a permanent layer of protection for the purple paint and the red dye, keeping the colors from washing or fading away from laundry cycles or usage wear and tear. This, in essence, ensured that for as long as the layer of sealant remained, your body would stay bright red, and the purple flowers would never chip or fade away.
Worse still, the sealant layer hardening around your body was physically encasing you inside. Obviously, the sealant had never been intended for use on humans, and it wouldn’t have worked on you without the dye and paint already in place. Now, the sealant mist had cooled into an invisible bubble across your whole form, literally trapping you in this thong shape and preventing any reformation or movement at all. On top of that, you couldn’t see or speak either! You were, for all intents and purposes, just a simple, if gorgeous, thong now.
Picking you up after a few minutes, Irina daintily pulled on your arm-and-leg fused loops, testing your stretchiness. Satisfied that the sealant had worked its magic, Irina grinned happily. If she’d messed up, the only fix to the fabric paint sealant was an expensive acidic solvent, and she was currently plum out of any. Another batch of solvent was due to be shipped in a week, just in case she needed it, and assuming Persephone didn’t accidentally spill it like she had the previous batch.
Setting you aside, Irina retrieved the squishy fabric from the second red dye bowl and went to work, molding it into a stylish and revealing bikini top perfectly suited to Sophie’s measurements. You could do nothing but wait on Irina’s desk and wallow in despair as she worked, unable to move, reform, or do anything. After an hour, the beautiful bikini top, your partner, was laid down beside you, and Irina reached for a pink gift box under her desk.
"Oh, Sophie will adore this!" Irina gushed. Opening the box, she gently dropped your thong body and the top into the box, sealed the box up with wrapping paper, and addressed it to Sophie. Pleased with a job well done, she left the room and headed downstairs for dinner, figuring she’d just deliver the bikini set tomorrow morning. She also wanted to thank Selena for the squishy fabric gift. Left all alone in her room, the nightmarish reality of your current fate dawned on you, and you drifted into an unpleasant slumber.
What happens in the morning?
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