The Morning After
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoni84
It seemed that the more you struggled, the more the tangled mess of frilly lingerie tugged and clamped on your stretchy limbs. As you'd struggled to get your ensnared arm free, you'd only succeeded in getting your ankle snagged into some sort of sultry black mesh. And of course, as you bent to try and free said ankle, it was only then you noticed a dense thread pulled taut against your throat, nearly choking you in the process.
"Aww c'mon, I know I packed it!" you heard the distant booming of your girlfriend's mother's voice whining above. While you continued to futilely protest against the threads that bound you into Elizabeth's wardrobe, you could feel your surroundings shaking as the giant woman dove her hands into the messy collection of clothes. "It's gotta be in here...somewhere..."
"Hurry up, Liz! The girls are already up and making breakfast, you don't wanna be left with cold eggs just because you couldn't find the perfect matching thong to go with that bra, do you?" Jennifer, who was still in her silky nightgown from the night prior, was plenty ready to go and dig in, not exactly too interested in waiting on her best friend to finish making sure her outfit for a simple family breakfast was perfect. As an added incentive, she happened to notice the tiny boyfriend of her daughter's dear crush was nowhere to be find. She snickered to herself as she imagined you were currently trapped a flattened mess deep within the sheets, noting she'd have to mention to Mackenzie you were at least predisposed of through the afternoon at the earliest.
As a dribble of thick saliva nearly fell off Elizabeth's chin at the sheer mention of breakfast, the busty brunette was too invested at this point to give in, still standing naked from the waist down. "You can go on ahead if you want, I'm starting to worry I didn't pack everything!" Shrugging, Jennifer was plenty content to comply, heading her way out of your now cramped bedroom.
While Elizabeth's whining and huffing grew slightly louder by the second, streams of light also cast down into the depths of your closet turned underwear drawer, and soon enough you peered up against the attempts of your fabric constraints to see Elizabeth's searching gaze. "E-Eliz-ACK!" your throat felt a piercing pain shoot through it as the giantess thrashing through your prison dragged a different garment aside, pulling the thread against your neck tighter than ever.
Right as you observed breathing was quickly becoming a problem, especially if the thread became any tighter, a gasp echoed out from above before a heavy, tender finger came steamrolling over you. "Ahh! There it is, the matching piece!" While you'd expect to be simply raised free from this cluttered mix of lingerie, instead Elizabeth had to fight, tug, and untangle your piece of underwear from the chaos. You wished you could cry out that she was hurting you, as each pull and jerk of her effort while bringing you closer to getting out of the laundry mix, was also prying and stretching your poor limbs violently. Alas, both your tied throat as well as the crushing embrace of her grip had left you a mangled mess subject to the whims of the mere threads of her underwear.
"Uuuugh, got it!" the buxom mother proudly declared, now happily observing her precious prize. You limply heaved a sigh of relief, finally halfway to getting free from this entangling predicament. And as if a further sign of your good fortune, Elizabeth's joyous gaze was staring right at you! However, instead of wishing you a happy "good morning!", you watched as her head tilted and she raised an eyebrow.
"Wait a minute...is this really the right pair?" Elizabeth stretched the fabric, ripping at your arms and legs and causing you to silently shriek in pain as she more closely observed you. "Huh, I don't remember it having this cute little star across it..." the mother mused while checking the opposite sides to ensure she did in fact pull the matching piece to her black and gold lacey bra.
"Mom!! Breakfast!" the gorgeous voice of your beloved rang out through the room as she beckoned her mother from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Elizabeth yelled back, shrugging as she dropped her panties to the floor. "Huh, guess I just never noticed something so tiny. I mean, no one's even going to see such a silly little detail like that, why bother adding it on?" Elizabeth questioned, giggling to herself at the strange decision of the designers.
As Elizabeth's booming laughter ran ice through your veins while you lay at her feet, her next words brought about a new level of agony, "I mean of course I never noticed it, the star's stuck on the inside, and in the back! That's so random! Hahaha!" In the span of just seconds, you'd learned you'd been snagged in a pair of panties, the ridiculously curvy and oblivious Elizabeth's no less, been flattened into a simple star pattern, and tied into the threads at the inside rear of those panties. Your eyes were wide in terror, and your mind was racing imagining the future you had in store.
With your adrenaline running rampant, Elizabeth just casually pulled up your ensnaring prison, the stretchy fabric splaying across the woman's thick, curvy booty as you flew right into her crack. A hot, muggy, and smelly wall smashed into your front all while sharp, tight snares prevented you from resisting in any way. You were helpless in doing anything as her ass grinded against you, smearing against you over and over, and you screamed silently and painfully as you felt the moist flesh rub the hot night's lather of sweat into your nicely absorbent body.
"Oooh! Comfy! I knew this would be worth it!" your wearer applauded as she checked her outfit in the mirror, noting that cutesy little design certainly was invisible from the outside, seeing nothing but black and stripes of gold pattern. "Too bad..." she commented to herself, "It really was a nice addition!" Elizabeth threw on an oversized shirt, that while hanging loosely from the waist still stretched taut against her chest, content she was dressed enough for breakfast in just that. "Oh well, it can just be my little secret I guess..." Elizabeth whispered before giggling softly.
"Aww c'mon, I know I packed it!" you heard the distant booming of your girlfriend's mother's voice whining above. While you continued to futilely protest against the threads that bound you into Elizabeth's wardrobe, you could feel your surroundings shaking as the giant woman dove her hands into the messy collection of clothes. "It's gotta be in here...somewhere..."
"Hurry up, Liz! The girls are already up and making breakfast, you don't wanna be left with cold eggs just because you couldn't find the perfect matching thong to go with that bra, do you?" Jennifer, who was still in her silky nightgown from the night prior, was plenty ready to go and dig in, not exactly too interested in waiting on her best friend to finish making sure her outfit for a simple family breakfast was perfect. As an added incentive, she happened to notice the tiny boyfriend of her daughter's dear crush was nowhere to be find. She snickered to herself as she imagined you were currently trapped a flattened mess deep within the sheets, noting she'd have to mention to Mackenzie you were at least predisposed of through the afternoon at the earliest.
As a dribble of thick saliva nearly fell off Elizabeth's chin at the sheer mention of breakfast, the busty brunette was too invested at this point to give in, still standing naked from the waist down. "You can go on ahead if you want, I'm starting to worry I didn't pack everything!" Shrugging, Jennifer was plenty content to comply, heading her way out of your now cramped bedroom.
While Elizabeth's whining and huffing grew slightly louder by the second, streams of light also cast down into the depths of your closet turned underwear drawer, and soon enough you peered up against the attempts of your fabric constraints to see Elizabeth's searching gaze. "E-Eliz-ACK!" your throat felt a piercing pain shoot through it as the giantess thrashing through your prison dragged a different garment aside, pulling the thread against your neck tighter than ever.
Right as you observed breathing was quickly becoming a problem, especially if the thread became any tighter, a gasp echoed out from above before a heavy, tender finger came steamrolling over you. "Ahh! There it is, the matching piece!" While you'd expect to be simply raised free from this cluttered mix of lingerie, instead Elizabeth had to fight, tug, and untangle your piece of underwear from the chaos. You wished you could cry out that she was hurting you, as each pull and jerk of her effort while bringing you closer to getting out of the laundry mix, was also prying and stretching your poor limbs violently. Alas, both your tied throat as well as the crushing embrace of her grip had left you a mangled mess subject to the whims of the mere threads of her underwear.
"Uuuugh, got it!" the buxom mother proudly declared, now happily observing her precious prize. You limply heaved a sigh of relief, finally halfway to getting free from this entangling predicament. And as if a further sign of your good fortune, Elizabeth's joyous gaze was staring right at you! However, instead of wishing you a happy "good morning!", you watched as her head tilted and she raised an eyebrow.
"Wait a minute...is this really the right pair?" Elizabeth stretched the fabric, ripping at your arms and legs and causing you to silently shriek in pain as she more closely observed you. "Huh, I don't remember it having this cute little star across it..." the mother mused while checking the opposite sides to ensure she did in fact pull the matching piece to her black and gold lacey bra.
"Mom!! Breakfast!" the gorgeous voice of your beloved rang out through the room as she beckoned her mother from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Elizabeth yelled back, shrugging as she dropped her panties to the floor. "Huh, guess I just never noticed something so tiny. I mean, no one's even going to see such a silly little detail like that, why bother adding it on?" Elizabeth questioned, giggling to herself at the strange decision of the designers.
As Elizabeth's booming laughter ran ice through your veins while you lay at her feet, her next words brought about a new level of agony, "I mean of course I never noticed it, the star's stuck on the inside, and in the back! That's so random! Hahaha!" In the span of just seconds, you'd learned you'd been snagged in a pair of panties, the ridiculously curvy and oblivious Elizabeth's no less, been flattened into a simple star pattern, and tied into the threads at the inside rear of those panties. Your eyes were wide in terror, and your mind was racing imagining the future you had in store.
With your adrenaline running rampant, Elizabeth just casually pulled up your ensnaring prison, the stretchy fabric splaying across the woman's thick, curvy booty as you flew right into her crack. A hot, muggy, and smelly wall smashed into your front all while sharp, tight snares prevented you from resisting in any way. You were helpless in doing anything as her ass grinded against you, smearing against you over and over, and you screamed silently and painfully as you felt the moist flesh rub the hot night's lather of sweat into your nicely absorbent body.
"Oooh! Comfy! I knew this would be worth it!" your wearer applauded as she checked her outfit in the mirror, noting that cutesy little design certainly was invisible from the outside, seeing nothing but black and stripes of gold pattern. "Too bad..." she commented to herself, "It really was a nice addition!" Elizabeth threw on an oversized shirt, that while hanging loosely from the waist still stretched taut against her chest, content she was dressed enough for breakfast in just that. "Oh well, it can just be my little secret I guess..." Elizabeth whispered before giggling softly.
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March 28, 2025
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