Double the Kings, Double the Sweat
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoni83
Now that the discussion on who you'd be tied in a relationship with were concluded, without you speaking a single word, the two King ladies were perfectly at ease. While Olivia still cared for you, it was as if a great weight had lifted from her shoulders. The week of worrying after you while you had seemingly been kidnapped by her classically clueless mother had really been a burden, and she was finally content with the fact she could spend some more quality time with her mom while hanging back at home.
Elizabeth all the while was ecstatic her daughter had relinquished any lingering doubts on where her precious little Drew-Boo wanted to be, although she had never really been worrying in the first place. Her heart and soul were in complete synchrony, totally assured you were enamored with belonging to her, being whatever she willed you to be, and spending every waking moment in service of her tremendously titanic figure. After all, you'd gone through such effort to legally bind yourself to her, to make it public record that you, Andrew Moore, wanted nothing more than to be the devoted and helpful little object of her, Elizabeth King's, desires. Not to mention hundreds of pop-ups, speech bubbles, and goofy flirtatious comments from your in-game counterpart that told her everything she needed to know about just what Andrew's intentions were with her.
Or so she would be left to believe, your mouth currently staying clamped shut in the sweltering prison of the bodacious mother's silky smooth and freshly showered butt. The sheer size of it and it's ludicrous body-heat plenty enough to torment you as she playfully ground into her stool, a habit she'd acquired after getting the same helpful message from Tiny2Go! stating: "Tinies have their own love language! Give your devoted friend a swing of your hips to say in tiny-speak: "I love you!!". You hated this habit of hers, and despised almost as much the fact you'd been worn so long you knew it was a habit, although you were entirely clueless that every time she did it, she was mentally doting on you, "I...love...you...Drew...Boo!!" as she gave you five firm smears into her chair.
Elizabeth giggled to herself, which Olivia seemed to overlook, as she internally thought, 'Hehehe, no wonder he loves me so much, I speak tiny-love!'. The two Kings swiftly finished up breakfast, chatting idly before a cheery ding rang out from Elizabeth's phone. While Olivia thought nothing of it, Elizabeth recognized the happy chime, eagerly swiping up her phone and checking on the latest notification.
Without warning, Elizabeth suddenly proposed, "Hey Liv! Wanna join me at the gym this morning? It'll be a ton of fun!" Olivia was certainly caught off guard, but had no reason to decline as her mom quickly confirmed, "Great! Get dressed!" before making her own way upstairs to change. You were left in the dark, trapped in the abyss of your owner's rear, before getting some idea as you were dropped free between Elizabeth's feet. She made quick, dexterous moves in stretching you wide and flat, and you wondered just what she was morphing you into.
The only clue you got was when you saw Elizabeth plainly peer at her phone, clearly reading something in earnest, before a warm, loving smile stretched across her face. She turned to you, nothing but fear in your heart, as she happily commented, "Awwwww, of course I'm going to work up a good sweat for you, Drewy! Hehee, don't you know by now I always do!" Your heart sank as she simply giggled at you, grabbing you in her warm grasp before slinging you over her shoulder. Elizabeth bit her lip, taking on a hushed, sultry voice as she elaborated, "I'll probably be drenched by the end of our warm-up, I'm going to need you to soak up all that gross, hot sweat! It's a good I've got the most motivated little towel around, I'm totally counting on you now, honey!"
Laughing aloud after that, you were confirmed to be her little sweat rag as she bounced down the hall, lightly bumping up and down with each of her powerful strides. "Ready to go?" your apparently ex-girlfriend asked, stealing a quick glance at you before shaking any lingering thoughts off. You chose this. You were just a towel now. She should treat you like...any normal towel.
"Almost, one last thing!" Elizabeth exclaimed before withdrawing her phone, taking a smiling selfie with her beautiful daughter, making sure to capture the entirety of your towel form to secure those precious points. Olivia was happy to oblige, seeing as her Mom was acting as normal and silly as ever, not even fully realizing the necessity of the visual documentation. "Alright, now we're ready!" Elizabeth chirped happily before the two girls set out and arrived at the gym.
What followed could only be described as a Hell you'd been forced to live through before. Your towel form was draped over a gym bike seat, providing the invaluable service of preventing even a dribble of Elizabeth's waterfalls of dripping sweat from dripping to the floor, all while your body took the brunt of a relentless beating. The promise, or as you saw it, the threat of your owner being drenched by the end of a simple warm-up was followed through on, your plain, lightly tanned towel body now battered and fused with the ever-antagonizing scent of Elizabeth's putrid sweat. When she was satisfied though, she simply peeled you free from the sticky leather, content with giving her arms and chest a quick wipe before joyfully asking, "Alright, Olivia, what's next?" While you expected nothing less from the towering brunette at this point, it was still mentally shattering to not receive a sliver of human recognition, simply carried along at her side as carelessly as if she was holding any old rag.
The two girls enjoyed their workout to the max, any thoughts on the tiny boy they temporarily seemed to share completely washed away as they fell into their usual loving rhythm. Just a typical mother-daughter workout, with the tiny ex of the daughter being constantly smeared, dipping, and scrubbed into the heated, slick flesh of his new owner; His helpless body now greedily absorbing every dainty little droplet of perspiration she released, washing him over in her very essence and only extending her claim on him as he was marked head to toe as hers.
It was only halfway through the torturous workout that Elizabeth noted her poor daughter was absolutely soaked herself, seemingly having forgotten a towel of her own! Doting on her like any caring mother would, Elizabeth sprung into action. "Awww, honey! You're dripping! Let me get that!" Taking your form and brushing you along your beloveds smooth forehead before slowly dragging you along the length of her shoulder. You caught the familiar scent of Olivia's perfume, and your mind was rushed into a past that felt like years ago, a blissful relationship alongside a girl who saw you as her equal in every way. You savored every second of it.
Olivia seemingly in embarrassment at the few stares she got from women around them, blushed and retorted, "Hehe, c'mon Mom I can do it myself!" before gently grabbing you from the carefree rough grip of her mother. Elizabeth laughed at her overbearing nature, opting to do another set of the machine the girls were sharing, as Olivia limply held you in front of herself. "Just...a normal...towel..." Olivia whispered to herself, the very words piercing your heart, as she slowly lifted an arm up, exposing you to the moist underside of her arm. Repeating the mantra to herself, Olivia plunged you into the muggy abyss, dragging you all along the wet mess of her armpit before repeating the same dank procedure on her opposite side.
Any lingering scent of her perfume vanished as you sank into the overpowering smell of the younger brunette's steamy underarms, trying to tell yourself this was absolutely not happening. There was just no way the love of your life had opted to reduce you to nothing more than a simple towel to mop up her latest workout's smelly lather. But after giving herself a quick rub down, you were left paralyzed as you caught a glimpse of her face. "Ahhh! That's much better!" Olivia declared, a clear as day bright and happy smile painted on her lips as she passed you back to the last person you wanted to hold you.
"Hahaha! Isn't it??" Elizabeth agreed, happy to elaborate, "Such a great little towel, huh?" before dipping half of you into the canyon of her sweaty cleavage.
Without the smallest bit of hesitation or concern, Olivia simply cheered, "Oh my god, yea! Soooo smooth!" and you internally wept as the two girls laughed aloud, your body bouncing limply in the wake of your owner's laughter.
With that the two girls finished the latter half of their day's training, but not before you were passed happily back to Olivia another half dozen times. Where as you'd almost jumped for joy at Olivia's touch a moment ago, now her grip simply signified you'd be sucking up twice as much sweat as usual on one of Elizabeth's daily workouts. You'd almost passed out multiple times, but held onto your composure as the two women seemed to finish as they walked into the gym's locker room.
"What a workout, huh Mom? Hey, would you mind if I borrowed your towel one last time?" Olivia asked while plopping her thick butt onto one of the benches before slipping her shoes off. Elizabeth was perfectly content to toss you over, before watching as her daughter began massaging her thoroughly soaked socks and soles with her handy little rag.
Elizabeth all the while was ecstatic her daughter had relinquished any lingering doubts on where her precious little Drew-Boo wanted to be, although she had never really been worrying in the first place. Her heart and soul were in complete synchrony, totally assured you were enamored with belonging to her, being whatever she willed you to be, and spending every waking moment in service of her tremendously titanic figure. After all, you'd gone through such effort to legally bind yourself to her, to make it public record that you, Andrew Moore, wanted nothing more than to be the devoted and helpful little object of her, Elizabeth King's, desires. Not to mention hundreds of pop-ups, speech bubbles, and goofy flirtatious comments from your in-game counterpart that told her everything she needed to know about just what Andrew's intentions were with her.
Or so she would be left to believe, your mouth currently staying clamped shut in the sweltering prison of the bodacious mother's silky smooth and freshly showered butt. The sheer size of it and it's ludicrous body-heat plenty enough to torment you as she playfully ground into her stool, a habit she'd acquired after getting the same helpful message from Tiny2Go! stating: "Tinies have their own love language! Give your devoted friend a swing of your hips to say in tiny-speak: "I love you!!". You hated this habit of hers, and despised almost as much the fact you'd been worn so long you knew it was a habit, although you were entirely clueless that every time she did it, she was mentally doting on you, "I...love...you...Drew...Boo!!" as she gave you five firm smears into her chair.
Elizabeth giggled to herself, which Olivia seemed to overlook, as she internally thought, 'Hehehe, no wonder he loves me so much, I speak tiny-love!'. The two Kings swiftly finished up breakfast, chatting idly before a cheery ding rang out from Elizabeth's phone. While Olivia thought nothing of it, Elizabeth recognized the happy chime, eagerly swiping up her phone and checking on the latest notification.
Without warning, Elizabeth suddenly proposed, "Hey Liv! Wanna join me at the gym this morning? It'll be a ton of fun!" Olivia was certainly caught off guard, but had no reason to decline as her mom quickly confirmed, "Great! Get dressed!" before making her own way upstairs to change. You were left in the dark, trapped in the abyss of your owner's rear, before getting some idea as you were dropped free between Elizabeth's feet. She made quick, dexterous moves in stretching you wide and flat, and you wondered just what she was morphing you into.
The only clue you got was when you saw Elizabeth plainly peer at her phone, clearly reading something in earnest, before a warm, loving smile stretched across her face. She turned to you, nothing but fear in your heart, as she happily commented, "Awwwww, of course I'm going to work up a good sweat for you, Drewy! Hehee, don't you know by now I always do!" Your heart sank as she simply giggled at you, grabbing you in her warm grasp before slinging you over her shoulder. Elizabeth bit her lip, taking on a hushed, sultry voice as she elaborated, "I'll probably be drenched by the end of our warm-up, I'm going to need you to soak up all that gross, hot sweat! It's a good I've got the most motivated little towel around, I'm totally counting on you now, honey!"
Laughing aloud after that, you were confirmed to be her little sweat rag as she bounced down the hall, lightly bumping up and down with each of her powerful strides. "Ready to go?" your apparently ex-girlfriend asked, stealing a quick glance at you before shaking any lingering thoughts off. You chose this. You were just a towel now. She should treat you like...any normal towel.
"Almost, one last thing!" Elizabeth exclaimed before withdrawing her phone, taking a smiling selfie with her beautiful daughter, making sure to capture the entirety of your towel form to secure those precious points. Olivia was happy to oblige, seeing as her Mom was acting as normal and silly as ever, not even fully realizing the necessity of the visual documentation. "Alright, now we're ready!" Elizabeth chirped happily before the two girls set out and arrived at the gym.
What followed could only be described as a Hell you'd been forced to live through before. Your towel form was draped over a gym bike seat, providing the invaluable service of preventing even a dribble of Elizabeth's waterfalls of dripping sweat from dripping to the floor, all while your body took the brunt of a relentless beating. The promise, or as you saw it, the threat of your owner being drenched by the end of a simple warm-up was followed through on, your plain, lightly tanned towel body now battered and fused with the ever-antagonizing scent of Elizabeth's putrid sweat. When she was satisfied though, she simply peeled you free from the sticky leather, content with giving her arms and chest a quick wipe before joyfully asking, "Alright, Olivia, what's next?" While you expected nothing less from the towering brunette at this point, it was still mentally shattering to not receive a sliver of human recognition, simply carried along at her side as carelessly as if she was holding any old rag.
The two girls enjoyed their workout to the max, any thoughts on the tiny boy they temporarily seemed to share completely washed away as they fell into their usual loving rhythm. Just a typical mother-daughter workout, with the tiny ex of the daughter being constantly smeared, dipping, and scrubbed into the heated, slick flesh of his new owner; His helpless body now greedily absorbing every dainty little droplet of perspiration she released, washing him over in her very essence and only extending her claim on him as he was marked head to toe as hers.
It was only halfway through the torturous workout that Elizabeth noted her poor daughter was absolutely soaked herself, seemingly having forgotten a towel of her own! Doting on her like any caring mother would, Elizabeth sprung into action. "Awww, honey! You're dripping! Let me get that!" Taking your form and brushing you along your beloveds smooth forehead before slowly dragging you along the length of her shoulder. You caught the familiar scent of Olivia's perfume, and your mind was rushed into a past that felt like years ago, a blissful relationship alongside a girl who saw you as her equal in every way. You savored every second of it.
Olivia seemingly in embarrassment at the few stares she got from women around them, blushed and retorted, "Hehe, c'mon Mom I can do it myself!" before gently grabbing you from the carefree rough grip of her mother. Elizabeth laughed at her overbearing nature, opting to do another set of the machine the girls were sharing, as Olivia limply held you in front of herself. "Just...a normal...towel..." Olivia whispered to herself, the very words piercing your heart, as she slowly lifted an arm up, exposing you to the moist underside of her arm. Repeating the mantra to herself, Olivia plunged you into the muggy abyss, dragging you all along the wet mess of her armpit before repeating the same dank procedure on her opposite side.
Any lingering scent of her perfume vanished as you sank into the overpowering smell of the younger brunette's steamy underarms, trying to tell yourself this was absolutely not happening. There was just no way the love of your life had opted to reduce you to nothing more than a simple towel to mop up her latest workout's smelly lather. But after giving herself a quick rub down, you were left paralyzed as you caught a glimpse of her face. "Ahhh! That's much better!" Olivia declared, a clear as day bright and happy smile painted on her lips as she passed you back to the last person you wanted to hold you.
"Hahaha! Isn't it??" Elizabeth agreed, happy to elaborate, "Such a great little towel, huh?" before dipping half of you into the canyon of her sweaty cleavage.
Without the smallest bit of hesitation or concern, Olivia simply cheered, "Oh my god, yea! Soooo smooth!" and you internally wept as the two girls laughed aloud, your body bouncing limply in the wake of your owner's laughter.
With that the two girls finished the latter half of their day's training, but not before you were passed happily back to Olivia another half dozen times. Where as you'd almost jumped for joy at Olivia's touch a moment ago, now her grip simply signified you'd be sucking up twice as much sweat as usual on one of Elizabeth's daily workouts. You'd almost passed out multiple times, but held onto your composure as the two women seemed to finish as they walked into the gym's locker room.
"What a workout, huh Mom? Hey, would you mind if I borrowed your towel one last time?" Olivia asked while plopping her thick butt onto one of the benches before slipping her shoes off. Elizabeth was perfectly content to toss you over, before watching as her daughter began massaging her thoroughly soaked socks and soles with her handy little rag.
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