Night at Irina's (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“No way…tan and squishy?” Irina’s hot breath washed over your body as she leaned even closer, peering intently at you. “You can’t be Cassie’s little man…can you?” She inquired aloud, nearly whispering. Your heart leapt for joy at the fact that Irina had come to this conclusion, but you were still far from safe, a fact further emphasized by Irina rubbing her fingers along your face and body. Her smooth skin pressed and dug into your squishy frame.
“Hm…certainly doesn’t feel human. It’s actually super soft and squishy!” Irina smiled, her face innocent but her words malicious on your ears. “But…Cassie did say that he was tiny, and could be squashed and stuff. Maybe this really is him?” While Irina was waging an intense battle in her mind, you kept trying to squirm or wiggle in her grip to alert her of the truth, but you were still far too flattened and beaten to do so.
Irina paused, and smacked her forehead with her free hand. “Wait! This can’t be some tiny little guy! How would Cassie’s fiancé have gotten all the way to my house?” Irina chuckled, and began kneading your body into a ball in her fist. You mentally screamed at her to stop, begging her to keep looking closely at you. She’d been seconds away from discovering your true nature, fate couldn’t tear this away from you now!
Playing with you aimlessly, Irina stopped again and spotted your one, un-smudged eye staring back at her. Frowning, she bit her luscious lip in contemplation, and you had to admit how crazy attractive this woman was considering her age. How did your gorgeous fiancée know so many other equally gorgeous women? Was this what heaven was? Or was it actually hell, considering how much fate kept throwing you into the paths of the aforementioned gorgeous women?
Sighing, Irina slapped you down onto the corner of her desk, indenting your body slightly. “Well, I don’t want to work with this thing, whatever it is. I swear that little eye design was staring right at me.” She looked at you with a small smile. “I’ll get back to whatever you are after I finish a few orders. Weird little stress toy, thing…”
Finishing that train of thought, Irina picked up a piece of paper from her stack of work orders, and read it aloud. It was from Sophie, asking for a red bikini thong with purple flower designs. Irina wasted no time getting to work, grabbing the proper fabrics, paints, and tools for the job. She began forming the thong, then let it rest in red fabric dye while she started on her next order.
For the following three hours, you could do nothing but lie there on Irina’s desk, crushed into a blobby lump, and watch the master at work. Though your vision was slightly obscured, you could see most of what Irina was doing, and you had to admit that she was an amazing craftswoman. Her talent in fashion design was unparalleled, at you marveled at the masterpieces she created for Sophie, and a few other neighbors down the road.
When her work was done, Irina slumped back in her chair, took a minute to breath and gulp down some water from her bottle, and then she gathered up her belongings and strolled out of the room. The last thing you saw was her massive ass sway side-to-side as she sauntered away, then the lights flicked out and everything was dark.
You didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed that Irina had clearly forgotten about you completely. She’d said she’d get back to you after her work, but she hadn’t so much as glanced at you in the previous three hours. You made a mental note to remember that this woman, despite her fashion designing talent, was one of the most oblivious and forgetful women you’d ever met. That could be trouble in the future.
In the meantime, you had free reign to keep focusing your thoughts on reforming, and though the process was slow and laborious, you eventually managed to do it. Popping back into your normal shape, you stood up on Irina’s desk, your legs a little shaky from how long you’d gone without using them. Brushing yourself off, you realized with shame and humiliation that you were stark naked. Somewhere along they way, you’d lost your clothes! No doubt they’d been ripped off by Irina at some point.
Once your eyes adjusted to the dark, you picked up the smallest scrap of cloth you could find on Irina’s desk, and wrapped it around your waist, tying it as best you could. It wasn’t particularly modest, but it was better than being totally nude. You also happened to spot a clock hanging from the wall, and with even more squinting and staring, you noticed that it was actually past nine o’clock at night. You had no idea it had gotten that late.
Minutes passed by, and you contemplated your next course of action. Was it better to try to sneak out of the house yourself, or wait for Irina to return so you could introduce yourself to her? From what you could hear, it was pouring rain outside, which did put a damper on your desire to leave by yourself. You could also just barely hear the sounds of a shower turning off, so presumably Irina would soon be arriving.
Your indecision led to inaction, and soon enough, Irina returned to the room, flicking on the light as she did so. Momentarily blinded, your vision came back in time to glimpse the absurdly curvaceous Irina, hair still a bit slicked with water, and dressed in naught but a tiny towel that hardly covered her prodigious assets. Every inch of her quivered and jiggled as she walked into the room, and your jaw involuntarily dropped.
Entering the room, Irina spotted you pretty quickly, and she froze. Eyes widening and hand moving to her mouth, she cocked her head to the side in abject confusion.
Clamping your jaw shut, and trying to hide your embarrassment, you weakly waved a hand at her. “Um…hello, Miss Briarwood! My name Is Jake. I’m Cassie’s fiancé.”
Irina blinked at you, and then smiled warmly, her beautiful visage radiating happiness. “Oh goodness, you are just the most adorable little thing, aren’t you? I can’t believe Cassie darling was telling the truth!” Irina approached you as she gushed, and you paled as her towering body drew closer, her towel slipping at the knots as her breasts bounced erratically.
You gulped. “Y-yep…I got carried here on accident when you…uh…sat on me. That’s why I’m here.”
“Hm…certainly doesn’t feel human. It’s actually super soft and squishy!” Irina smiled, her face innocent but her words malicious on your ears. “But…Cassie did say that he was tiny, and could be squashed and stuff. Maybe this really is him?” While Irina was waging an intense battle in her mind, you kept trying to squirm or wiggle in her grip to alert her of the truth, but you were still far too flattened and beaten to do so.
Irina paused, and smacked her forehead with her free hand. “Wait! This can’t be some tiny little guy! How would Cassie’s fiancé have gotten all the way to my house?” Irina chuckled, and began kneading your body into a ball in her fist. You mentally screamed at her to stop, begging her to keep looking closely at you. She’d been seconds away from discovering your true nature, fate couldn’t tear this away from you now!
Playing with you aimlessly, Irina stopped again and spotted your one, un-smudged eye staring back at her. Frowning, she bit her luscious lip in contemplation, and you had to admit how crazy attractive this woman was considering her age. How did your gorgeous fiancée know so many other equally gorgeous women? Was this what heaven was? Or was it actually hell, considering how much fate kept throwing you into the paths of the aforementioned gorgeous women?
Sighing, Irina slapped you down onto the corner of her desk, indenting your body slightly. “Well, I don’t want to work with this thing, whatever it is. I swear that little eye design was staring right at me.” She looked at you with a small smile. “I’ll get back to whatever you are after I finish a few orders. Weird little stress toy, thing…”
Finishing that train of thought, Irina picked up a piece of paper from her stack of work orders, and read it aloud. It was from Sophie, asking for a red bikini thong with purple flower designs. Irina wasted no time getting to work, grabbing the proper fabrics, paints, and tools for the job. She began forming the thong, then let it rest in red fabric dye while she started on her next order.
For the following three hours, you could do nothing but lie there on Irina’s desk, crushed into a blobby lump, and watch the master at work. Though your vision was slightly obscured, you could see most of what Irina was doing, and you had to admit that she was an amazing craftswoman. Her talent in fashion design was unparalleled, at you marveled at the masterpieces she created for Sophie, and a few other neighbors down the road.
When her work was done, Irina slumped back in her chair, took a minute to breath and gulp down some water from her bottle, and then she gathered up her belongings and strolled out of the room. The last thing you saw was her massive ass sway side-to-side as she sauntered away, then the lights flicked out and everything was dark.
You didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed that Irina had clearly forgotten about you completely. She’d said she’d get back to you after her work, but she hadn’t so much as glanced at you in the previous three hours. You made a mental note to remember that this woman, despite her fashion designing talent, was one of the most oblivious and forgetful women you’d ever met. That could be trouble in the future.
In the meantime, you had free reign to keep focusing your thoughts on reforming, and though the process was slow and laborious, you eventually managed to do it. Popping back into your normal shape, you stood up on Irina’s desk, your legs a little shaky from how long you’d gone without using them. Brushing yourself off, you realized with shame and humiliation that you were stark naked. Somewhere along they way, you’d lost your clothes! No doubt they’d been ripped off by Irina at some point.
Once your eyes adjusted to the dark, you picked up the smallest scrap of cloth you could find on Irina’s desk, and wrapped it around your waist, tying it as best you could. It wasn’t particularly modest, but it was better than being totally nude. You also happened to spot a clock hanging from the wall, and with even more squinting and staring, you noticed that it was actually past nine o’clock at night. You had no idea it had gotten that late.
Minutes passed by, and you contemplated your next course of action. Was it better to try to sneak out of the house yourself, or wait for Irina to return so you could introduce yourself to her? From what you could hear, it was pouring rain outside, which did put a damper on your desire to leave by yourself. You could also just barely hear the sounds of a shower turning off, so presumably Irina would soon be arriving.
Your indecision led to inaction, and soon enough, Irina returned to the room, flicking on the light as she did so. Momentarily blinded, your vision came back in time to glimpse the absurdly curvaceous Irina, hair still a bit slicked with water, and dressed in naught but a tiny towel that hardly covered her prodigious assets. Every inch of her quivered and jiggled as she walked into the room, and your jaw involuntarily dropped.
Entering the room, Irina spotted you pretty quickly, and she froze. Eyes widening and hand moving to her mouth, she cocked her head to the side in abject confusion.
Clamping your jaw shut, and trying to hide your embarrassment, you weakly waved a hand at her. “Um…hello, Miss Briarwood! My name Is Jake. I’m Cassie’s fiancé.”
Irina blinked at you, and then smiled warmly, her beautiful visage radiating happiness. “Oh goodness, you are just the most adorable little thing, aren’t you? I can’t believe Cassie darling was telling the truth!” Irina approached you as she gushed, and you paled as her towering body drew closer, her towel slipping at the knots as her breasts bounced erratically.
You gulped. “Y-yep…I got carried here on accident when you…uh…sat on me. That’s why I’m here.”
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