An Opportunity to Explain
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
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"Why don't I let you tell me just how all this crazy stuff happened?"
She seemed hopeful that you'd be able to answer her from all the lambasting praise she'd heard you'd apparently been giving her mother over the past week. According to her mother, you'd been speaking to her almost non-stop in the time you two had been left alone without her! It wasn't hard to imagine an alternate reality where she simply believed her beloved mother's words at face value, cutting her losses on this relationship and doing her best to simply move on.
And yet, Gleaming, expectant eyes stared down at you with patient understanding, calmly reassuring you this was your time to explain everything; that she wasn't simply going to give up on you and leave you to your fate as her mother's favorite toy. At the very least, not without firsthand confirmation that that was truly what you want.
With this reassurance, you steeled your resolve. You had to tell your loving girlfriend everything. How this fancy, new app had basically brainwashed her mom, taking full advantage of her ditzy, playful mind and rendering her nearly incapable of separating reality from fantasy!
You'd explain that her mother had become a completely oblivious, innocent victim of the C.T.C.'s latest propaganda, now in the form of a mobile-game of all things! Next you needed to tackle the license, how Elizabeth seamlessly bought into the idea she'd come to possess a licensed tiny boy, not to mention one who was dedicated whole-heartedly to any variety of degrading torments if it meant satisfying whatever she happened to need at that very moment. And finally, that you had become just an object in her eyes, or a cherished pet at best, and how you'd become a mainstay in her daily routines and she was loving every second of it!
Despite needing to fill Olivia in on all of this, and with your fate as an independent soul being on the line, all you could muster up was a tiny squeak, a meek noise that couldn't convey a single iota of all the torment and trauma you'd gone through in service of Elizabeth's whimsical fun. Your mouth obviously didn't work, and you suddenly realized the app Tiny2Go seemed to have a built-in self-preservation mechanism in place whether intentionally or not. Through extensive use of the tinies enrolled into the game, they would never be able to speak against it. It made sure no one found out just how awful it was for the tiny involved, and it was programmed to completely ruin the life of it's victim to make sure it stayed that way.
"Hmph, that's what I thought..." Olivia said, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. "That stupid app is messing with you, and you're too weak to explain yourself."
A yawn escaped Olivia's lips, and you realized it was the depth of the night. Time had become an enigma in service of Elizabeth, hardly able to distinguish day from night as you lay entombed beneath her suffocating soles or sealed in the depths of her sweltering crack. "Andrew, I'm super tired from the long trip here," she said, the irony not lost on you as you felt you were probably a bit more worse for wear than her. "I know you need time to gather yourself and get back to normal," another yawn enveloped you in her warm breath, "But please try your best to hurry because it's been a really long day."
She leaned forward, planting a soft, warm kiss right atop your forehead, a gesture so tender and intimate that you could've cried if only you weren't so utterly exhausted. Knowing time was of the essence, you began the arduous struggle of fighting against the damage done to your malleable body, pressuring it to pop back into a reasonable shape.
"I'll just rest my eyes for a bit while I wait," Olivia murmured softly, a faint smile on her lips as she lay down atop her bed, resting you atop her chest as her eyelids drifted downwards. Before you could react, the busty young woman was sound asleep, her soft breathing and even heart rate acting as a metronome for your struggle. You focused on regaining your form, a process that felt as though it could take hours. With your beloved girlfriend's angelic face looming above your crushed form, you had all the motivation you needed to fix this! A pervasive sense of dread served as complimentary motivation, the consequences of your failure here being a lifetime of servitude to the ditzy empty-nester, softly snoring just a room over.
As you fought the fatigue of your ordeal, you could sense your body coming together once again, returning to the shape of a fully formed man. Your strength had been sapped by the week long abuse, but your form had returned, and you could feel the beginning of the end of this seemingly never ending nightmare!
Yet, just as you popped back into shape, the very ground beneath you seemed to falter. It had been weeks since you'd been in your proper human shape, and standing atop such wobbly ground was an impossible task. Unable to maintain any semblance of balance, you slid pitifully into the gap of Olivia's cleavage, a sensation both comforting and suffocating as you felt her warm skin and gentle heartbeat encompass your body from the neck down. Your struggles and cries, as your body was once again effortlessly flattened within the confines of your lover's cleavage, seemed to have no effect. Olivia simply laid there, a slight grin on her face, as she sifted through some seemingly pleasant dreamscape.
"H-help, Liv!" a mix of desperation and fear sounding through the air as you found yourself, once again, subject to the crushing presence of a colossal and oblivious woman. As usual, you were now at the mercy of a giantess ditz, this one your only hope at rescue. Despite the fact you had been in similar situations dozens of times before, the stakes were obviously far higher this time.
Your girlfriend's chest rose and fell with each passing second, your body crushed and pressed into her flesh by the sheer weight and force of her movements. With each breath her breasts would push against you, squeezing the air out of your lungs before releasing their death grip on your body. You could barely stand it, reduced to being pulverized by the very act of Olivia lightly breathing in her sleep. Despite Elizabeth's intentionally brutal pounding being far, far worse, you still winced in pain with each passing breath.
Regardless, barring an accident such as Olivia rolling over in her sleep, this situation seemed manageable. Your voice, while meek, was once again functional, and as soon as you managed to wake Olivia up you'd have your moment of salvation!
As you attempted to collect your breath enough for another cry for help though, a distant creak rang out through the otherwise silent home. It could only mean one thing. Elizabeth was awake. She'd noticed you missing, and was coming to find you.
"Olivia, not now...please wake up!" You squeaked out, your screams hardly reaching a level above a whisper.
As you heard the impending footsteps of the King matriarch draw near, Olivia seemed to be stirring! Your heart fluttered with newfound hope, if she woke up now she'd have plenty of time to hide you, buying you much needed time away from your overbearing owner.
"Ngh...five more minutes," Olivia muttered in her sleep, her eyebrow furrowing in annoyance.
"Wake up!" You cried, the sheer panic in your voice doing nothing to get a rise out of her.
"Olivia? Are you still awake, sweetie?" you heard a click as Elizabeth twisted at the doorknob. The door to the room swung open, and you turned your head towards who you knew would be there. Your curvy, adoring ditz of an owner stood in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eye and releasing a small yawn. A minor case of bedhead adorned the scantily dressed blonde, and you peered down the length of her body to see she was clad in just one sock, her bare foot's toes drumming incessantly. A faint glow also illuminated her side, her inseparable companion in your demise at her side, her phone.
Why? Why did she have to wake-up? You whimpered in fear, your potential future mother-in-law turned owner simply stood there groggily, her eyes lightly scanning over the room. "Ah! There you are!" Elizabeth nearly exclaimed, her sincerest glee at finding you overriding her own sleepy fatigue.
She seemed hopeful that you'd be able to answer her from all the lambasting praise she'd heard you'd apparently been giving her mother over the past week. According to her mother, you'd been speaking to her almost non-stop in the time you two had been left alone without her! It wasn't hard to imagine an alternate reality where she simply believed her beloved mother's words at face value, cutting her losses on this relationship and doing her best to simply move on.
And yet, Gleaming, expectant eyes stared down at you with patient understanding, calmly reassuring you this was your time to explain everything; that she wasn't simply going to give up on you and leave you to your fate as her mother's favorite toy. At the very least, not without firsthand confirmation that that was truly what you want.
With this reassurance, you steeled your resolve. You had to tell your loving girlfriend everything. How this fancy, new app had basically brainwashed her mom, taking full advantage of her ditzy, playful mind and rendering her nearly incapable of separating reality from fantasy!
You'd explain that her mother had become a completely oblivious, innocent victim of the C.T.C.'s latest propaganda, now in the form of a mobile-game of all things! Next you needed to tackle the license, how Elizabeth seamlessly bought into the idea she'd come to possess a licensed tiny boy, not to mention one who was dedicated whole-heartedly to any variety of degrading torments if it meant satisfying whatever she happened to need at that very moment. And finally, that you had become just an object in her eyes, or a cherished pet at best, and how you'd become a mainstay in her daily routines and she was loving every second of it!
Despite needing to fill Olivia in on all of this, and with your fate as an independent soul being on the line, all you could muster up was a tiny squeak, a meek noise that couldn't convey a single iota of all the torment and trauma you'd gone through in service of Elizabeth's whimsical fun. Your mouth obviously didn't work, and you suddenly realized the app Tiny2Go seemed to have a built-in self-preservation mechanism in place whether intentionally or not. Through extensive use of the tinies enrolled into the game, they would never be able to speak against it. It made sure no one found out just how awful it was for the tiny involved, and it was programmed to completely ruin the life of it's victim to make sure it stayed that way.
"Hmph, that's what I thought..." Olivia said, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. "That stupid app is messing with you, and you're too weak to explain yourself."
A yawn escaped Olivia's lips, and you realized it was the depth of the night. Time had become an enigma in service of Elizabeth, hardly able to distinguish day from night as you lay entombed beneath her suffocating soles or sealed in the depths of her sweltering crack. "Andrew, I'm super tired from the long trip here," she said, the irony not lost on you as you felt you were probably a bit more worse for wear than her. "I know you need time to gather yourself and get back to normal," another yawn enveloped you in her warm breath, "But please try your best to hurry because it's been a really long day."
She leaned forward, planting a soft, warm kiss right atop your forehead, a gesture so tender and intimate that you could've cried if only you weren't so utterly exhausted. Knowing time was of the essence, you began the arduous struggle of fighting against the damage done to your malleable body, pressuring it to pop back into a reasonable shape.
"I'll just rest my eyes for a bit while I wait," Olivia murmured softly, a faint smile on her lips as she lay down atop her bed, resting you atop her chest as her eyelids drifted downwards. Before you could react, the busty young woman was sound asleep, her soft breathing and even heart rate acting as a metronome for your struggle. You focused on regaining your form, a process that felt as though it could take hours. With your beloved girlfriend's angelic face looming above your crushed form, you had all the motivation you needed to fix this! A pervasive sense of dread served as complimentary motivation, the consequences of your failure here being a lifetime of servitude to the ditzy empty-nester, softly snoring just a room over.
As you fought the fatigue of your ordeal, you could sense your body coming together once again, returning to the shape of a fully formed man. Your strength had been sapped by the week long abuse, but your form had returned, and you could feel the beginning of the end of this seemingly never ending nightmare!
Yet, just as you popped back into shape, the very ground beneath you seemed to falter. It had been weeks since you'd been in your proper human shape, and standing atop such wobbly ground was an impossible task. Unable to maintain any semblance of balance, you slid pitifully into the gap of Olivia's cleavage, a sensation both comforting and suffocating as you felt her warm skin and gentle heartbeat encompass your body from the neck down. Your struggles and cries, as your body was once again effortlessly flattened within the confines of your lover's cleavage, seemed to have no effect. Olivia simply laid there, a slight grin on her face, as she sifted through some seemingly pleasant dreamscape.
"H-help, Liv!" a mix of desperation and fear sounding through the air as you found yourself, once again, subject to the crushing presence of a colossal and oblivious woman. As usual, you were now at the mercy of a giantess ditz, this one your only hope at rescue. Despite the fact you had been in similar situations dozens of times before, the stakes were obviously far higher this time.
Your girlfriend's chest rose and fell with each passing second, your body crushed and pressed into her flesh by the sheer weight and force of her movements. With each breath her breasts would push against you, squeezing the air out of your lungs before releasing their death grip on your body. You could barely stand it, reduced to being pulverized by the very act of Olivia lightly breathing in her sleep. Despite Elizabeth's intentionally brutal pounding being far, far worse, you still winced in pain with each passing breath.
Regardless, barring an accident such as Olivia rolling over in her sleep, this situation seemed manageable. Your voice, while meek, was once again functional, and as soon as you managed to wake Olivia up you'd have your moment of salvation!
As you attempted to collect your breath enough for another cry for help though, a distant creak rang out through the otherwise silent home. It could only mean one thing. Elizabeth was awake. She'd noticed you missing, and was coming to find you.
"Olivia, not now...please wake up!" You squeaked out, your screams hardly reaching a level above a whisper.
As you heard the impending footsteps of the King matriarch draw near, Olivia seemed to be stirring! Your heart fluttered with newfound hope, if she woke up now she'd have plenty of time to hide you, buying you much needed time away from your overbearing owner.
"Ngh...five more minutes," Olivia muttered in her sleep, her eyebrow furrowing in annoyance.
"Wake up!" You cried, the sheer panic in your voice doing nothing to get a rise out of her.
"Olivia? Are you still awake, sweetie?" you heard a click as Elizabeth twisted at the doorknob. The door to the room swung open, and you turned your head towards who you knew would be there. Your curvy, adoring ditz of an owner stood in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eye and releasing a small yawn. A minor case of bedhead adorned the scantily dressed blonde, and you peered down the length of her body to see she was clad in just one sock, her bare foot's toes drumming incessantly. A faint glow also illuminated her side, her inseparable companion in your demise at her side, her phone.
Why? Why did she have to wake-up? You whimpered in fear, your potential future mother-in-law turned owner simply stood there groggily, her eyes lightly scanning over the room. "Ah! There you are!" Elizabeth nearly exclaimed, her sincerest glee at finding you overriding her own sleepy fatigue.
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