A Permanent Addition to Elizabeth’s Wardrobe?
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[Author’s Note: This entry departs somewhat from the initial intent of this choice but given that time has passed and the provided option for a route similar to this was taken elsewhere, I have discussed with Hectic and determined to commandeer this path for the following storyline.]
As the mother and daughter chatted over a pleasant breakfast you could do little but suffer within the embrace of Elizabeth’s massive rear, your unwanted fate as her clothing now seemingly secured. You could barely hear the distant sounds of the conversation occurring above, but you picked up enough to make out references to a beach and tanning, and all at once you felt your despair replaced with rage. A beach? A beach!? This had all started at a beach! That was where, after having finally moved into a new home with your girlfriend, you were so callously handed over to said girlfriend’s mother, coldly condemning you to a fate you may now never escape. And now they wanted to go to a beach once more, with you still belonging to said girlfriend’s mother, as if nothing had happened!?
Had the Tiny2Go! app truly had the ability to pick up on your thoughts, then your in-game avatar would have been trashing his room right now in impotent rage. Instead, as Elizabeth happily input her intent to go to the beach he was jumping around in excitement, donning comically oversized water wings and an accompanying water ring to show his preparedness to join her. Of course, he also offered a variety of forms he could be used as to help out his beloved Mistress, causing your owner to coo in delight as she looked at all the options and let her imagination run wild. “Oh, Drew-Boo, you’re such a helpful little gentleman. I love you so much baby. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be making full use of you from now on.” She kissed her screen for emphasis, something the app was able to detect and had the virtual Andrew swoon in happiness, eyes replaced with comically large hearts.
Despite the many forms on offer, you ended up spending most of the beach trip as Elizabeth’s thong, soaking up her sweat as you were grinded between her massive cheeks, which bounced and swayed wildly as she moved. When she tanned you could feel the sun burning into you, reddening your skin as it darkened her own, but whereas she had lessened the sting with ointment and tanning lotions, you were left to endure it fully unprotected. And of course that had not been the end of your day’s torment. Not by a longshot. You had reluctantly joined mother and daughter as they took a long walk along the sands, interspersed with several dips into the cold water as they played around in the surf, and even managed to find yourself worn during an energetic game of beach volleyball. By the time they hit the showers to head home, the only recognition your received was when you were slipped off and wringed out, then quickly morphed into a towel to dry every inch of your owner’s flesh.
The rest of Olivia's stay continued along much the same lines. When the two of you were alone, Elizabeth would go on constantly about how much she loved you and wanted to make as much use of you as possible, simultaneously continuing to twist you into a variety of forms in accordance with both her own desires and the ‘helpful’ suggestions of your duplicitous doppelganger. During the many and frequent mother-daughter outings between your owner and your now former girlfriend, you would invariably find yourself tagging along in one painful or humiliating position or another. You spent a trip to the local art gallery underfoot, subbing in for a broken insole in Elizabeth’s favourite loafers. A night out clubbing as a thoroughly overstretched bra, barely able to hold back the mounds of flesh that fought to escape with every frantic bounce. An early morning hike in your seminal role as a thong, soaking up the seemingly endless flood of sweat within Elizabeth’s mountainous booty.
While horrendous in its own right, had it just been the physical pain and humiliation you had to endure, you felt you could have made it. You could have endured and fought on to see a better day. Kept yourself together and maybe even have found a way out of this, even if it took you months of concerted effort. But all of that paled in comparison to the knowledge that you weren’t a misplaced tiny, lost and forgotten in the hands of some unknowing or utterly uncaring woman, with people out there still searching for you, still hoping for your return. No, you were something far worse. You were a once-man who had been condemned to an eternity of torment by the people who professed to care about you, and who now knowingly contributed to your suffering. Granted, Olivia and Elizabeth both had been deceived, but that didn’t change the fact that they had bought the lies of others without protest or hesitation. Believed wholeheartedly that they knew your heart without once taking the time needed to confirm it through your own words. Through your own expressed intent.
It wasn’t limited to them either. A few days into her visit and after a particularly vigorous evening jog, you were being used to wipe down both Elizabeth and Olivia’s sweat-covered bodies when the younger brunette had received a call from your boss Camila. Between bouts of being plunged into sweaty armpits, between toes, and various other crevices, you listened in as the woman you’d hoped to spend the rest of your life with explained how you had chosen to become licensed and would not therefore be able to return to work, but that she’d be back shortly. While you couldn’t hear Camila’s response, it seemed she had no objection to this. Indeed, based on the way Olivia laughed on her end it would appear that your present circumstances were amusing to the bottle blonde. A belated phone call from Elizabeth to your own family, during which you found yourself serving as a barely visible cushion beneath her generous ass, went similarly, further ensuring your unfortunate fate.
The last strands of your resistance broke on the final night of Olivia’s visit, after your once-girlfriend had gone to sleep, and you found yourself in bed with Elizabeth, once more wrapped around her hips as a pathetically small thong. You were the only piece of clothing the buxom woman was wearing as she lay on her front, and idly kicked her feet in the air, her attention focused wholly on her phone and the Tiny2Go! app displayed across it. After days of additional use she’d received a bevy of new points to spend on sprucing up her Drew Boo’s home and wardrobe and was happily humming as she gifted her precious little pet with a new bed for him to curl up in at night and watched him leap around in happiness. As the digital figure expressed its joy and love, a warm smile spread across the buxom woman’s face, her eyes actually watering slightly in happiness. “Oh my little one, I’m so glad you’re happy. Me too. I’m so happy we found each other.” She placed another kiss on her screen in emphasis, confirming her ‘love’ for your virtual facsimile. Meanwhile, a grumble from her stomach followed by a soft hiss and a blast of warm air to your face was the only gift the real you received.
It was all just too much. The genuine affection you could hear being directed towards a mindless program while the real you was left to suffer. All you had ever wanted from Elizabeth was for her to be a little more careful around you and to accept and care for you as her future son-in-law. Instead you would be receiving every torture her body could dish out to you as all of her care and attention was poured into your avatar, its unfelling smiles responded to with lavished gifts while your genuine cries of despair were met only with pressure, sweat, gas, grime, and pain. As her phone was finally switched off with one last kiss, and heavy sheets were pulled up over her lower half to seal you in with her overheated rear for the long night ahead, you gave up, realising there would be no escape from this hell for you now. Your whole life you had only ever been able to live freely because those around you allowed it. Now that allowance had been retracted, and your fate forevermore sealed.
When Elizabeth saw Olivia off at the airport the next morning, you were a broken man, still crammed deep between your owner’s buttocks and wholly invisible to the world beyond. High above, the love of your life was exchanging her goodbye’s with her mother and… the virtual representation of you, patting its head through the touch screen and watching it preen with a sad little smile as she once more thanked ‘you’ for all of the good times the two of you had experienced and wished you all the best in your life as her mother’s property. As she boarded that plane she thought that you were now experiencing all that you had ever truly wanted, while the reality was that you were sweltering in a hot sweaty booty while all you had ever wanted flew away. She got to go back to the home you had wanted to make your own while the home you had never wanted happily continued to chew you up.
As you suffered beneath her, Elizabeth was on cloud nine, driving home with music blaring as she danced in her seat, feeling a little thrill run up her spine at the feeling of her living thong shifting in just the right way to bring her the utmost comfort. Deep down a part of her had always wanted to claim you for her own. Wanted your cute little face to look at her the way you did Olivia. Now she realised that she had been blind all along. That you had always wanted her just as much, if not more, than she wanted you, and had simply been unable to say it. But that was in the past now. Now that she had been granted the ability to see into your mind thanks to Tiny2Go! there would be no more secrets between the two of you. You were hers. She was yours. A perfect match made for each other.
As the mother and daughter chatted over a pleasant breakfast you could do little but suffer within the embrace of Elizabeth’s massive rear, your unwanted fate as her clothing now seemingly secured. You could barely hear the distant sounds of the conversation occurring above, but you picked up enough to make out references to a beach and tanning, and all at once you felt your despair replaced with rage. A beach? A beach!? This had all started at a beach! That was where, after having finally moved into a new home with your girlfriend, you were so callously handed over to said girlfriend’s mother, coldly condemning you to a fate you may now never escape. And now they wanted to go to a beach once more, with you still belonging to said girlfriend’s mother, as if nothing had happened!?
Had the Tiny2Go! app truly had the ability to pick up on your thoughts, then your in-game avatar would have been trashing his room right now in impotent rage. Instead, as Elizabeth happily input her intent to go to the beach he was jumping around in excitement, donning comically oversized water wings and an accompanying water ring to show his preparedness to join her. Of course, he also offered a variety of forms he could be used as to help out his beloved Mistress, causing your owner to coo in delight as she looked at all the options and let her imagination run wild. “Oh, Drew-Boo, you’re such a helpful little gentleman. I love you so much baby. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be making full use of you from now on.” She kissed her screen for emphasis, something the app was able to detect and had the virtual Andrew swoon in happiness, eyes replaced with comically large hearts.
Despite the many forms on offer, you ended up spending most of the beach trip as Elizabeth’s thong, soaking up her sweat as you were grinded between her massive cheeks, which bounced and swayed wildly as she moved. When she tanned you could feel the sun burning into you, reddening your skin as it darkened her own, but whereas she had lessened the sting with ointment and tanning lotions, you were left to endure it fully unprotected. And of course that had not been the end of your day’s torment. Not by a longshot. You had reluctantly joined mother and daughter as they took a long walk along the sands, interspersed with several dips into the cold water as they played around in the surf, and even managed to find yourself worn during an energetic game of beach volleyball. By the time they hit the showers to head home, the only recognition your received was when you were slipped off and wringed out, then quickly morphed into a towel to dry every inch of your owner’s flesh.
The rest of Olivia's stay continued along much the same lines. When the two of you were alone, Elizabeth would go on constantly about how much she loved you and wanted to make as much use of you as possible, simultaneously continuing to twist you into a variety of forms in accordance with both her own desires and the ‘helpful’ suggestions of your duplicitous doppelganger. During the many and frequent mother-daughter outings between your owner and your now former girlfriend, you would invariably find yourself tagging along in one painful or humiliating position or another. You spent a trip to the local art gallery underfoot, subbing in for a broken insole in Elizabeth’s favourite loafers. A night out clubbing as a thoroughly overstretched bra, barely able to hold back the mounds of flesh that fought to escape with every frantic bounce. An early morning hike in your seminal role as a thong, soaking up the seemingly endless flood of sweat within Elizabeth’s mountainous booty.
While horrendous in its own right, had it just been the physical pain and humiliation you had to endure, you felt you could have made it. You could have endured and fought on to see a better day. Kept yourself together and maybe even have found a way out of this, even if it took you months of concerted effort. But all of that paled in comparison to the knowledge that you weren’t a misplaced tiny, lost and forgotten in the hands of some unknowing or utterly uncaring woman, with people out there still searching for you, still hoping for your return. No, you were something far worse. You were a once-man who had been condemned to an eternity of torment by the people who professed to care about you, and who now knowingly contributed to your suffering. Granted, Olivia and Elizabeth both had been deceived, but that didn’t change the fact that they had bought the lies of others without protest or hesitation. Believed wholeheartedly that they knew your heart without once taking the time needed to confirm it through your own words. Through your own expressed intent.
It wasn’t limited to them either. A few days into her visit and after a particularly vigorous evening jog, you were being used to wipe down both Elizabeth and Olivia’s sweat-covered bodies when the younger brunette had received a call from your boss Camila. Between bouts of being plunged into sweaty armpits, between toes, and various other crevices, you listened in as the woman you’d hoped to spend the rest of your life with explained how you had chosen to become licensed and would not therefore be able to return to work, but that she’d be back shortly. While you couldn’t hear Camila’s response, it seemed she had no objection to this. Indeed, based on the way Olivia laughed on her end it would appear that your present circumstances were amusing to the bottle blonde. A belated phone call from Elizabeth to your own family, during which you found yourself serving as a barely visible cushion beneath her generous ass, went similarly, further ensuring your unfortunate fate.
The last strands of your resistance broke on the final night of Olivia’s visit, after your once-girlfriend had gone to sleep, and you found yourself in bed with Elizabeth, once more wrapped around her hips as a pathetically small thong. You were the only piece of clothing the buxom woman was wearing as she lay on her front, and idly kicked her feet in the air, her attention focused wholly on her phone and the Tiny2Go! app displayed across it. After days of additional use she’d received a bevy of new points to spend on sprucing up her Drew Boo’s home and wardrobe and was happily humming as she gifted her precious little pet with a new bed for him to curl up in at night and watched him leap around in happiness. As the digital figure expressed its joy and love, a warm smile spread across the buxom woman’s face, her eyes actually watering slightly in happiness. “Oh my little one, I’m so glad you’re happy. Me too. I’m so happy we found each other.” She placed another kiss on her screen in emphasis, confirming her ‘love’ for your virtual facsimile. Meanwhile, a grumble from her stomach followed by a soft hiss and a blast of warm air to your face was the only gift the real you received.
It was all just too much. The genuine affection you could hear being directed towards a mindless program while the real you was left to suffer. All you had ever wanted from Elizabeth was for her to be a little more careful around you and to accept and care for you as her future son-in-law. Instead you would be receiving every torture her body could dish out to you as all of her care and attention was poured into your avatar, its unfelling smiles responded to with lavished gifts while your genuine cries of despair were met only with pressure, sweat, gas, grime, and pain. As her phone was finally switched off with one last kiss, and heavy sheets were pulled up over her lower half to seal you in with her overheated rear for the long night ahead, you gave up, realising there would be no escape from this hell for you now. Your whole life you had only ever been able to live freely because those around you allowed it. Now that allowance had been retracted, and your fate forevermore sealed.
When Elizabeth saw Olivia off at the airport the next morning, you were a broken man, still crammed deep between your owner’s buttocks and wholly invisible to the world beyond. High above, the love of your life was exchanging her goodbye’s with her mother and… the virtual representation of you, patting its head through the touch screen and watching it preen with a sad little smile as she once more thanked ‘you’ for all of the good times the two of you had experienced and wished you all the best in your life as her mother’s property. As she boarded that plane she thought that you were now experiencing all that you had ever truly wanted, while the reality was that you were sweltering in a hot sweaty booty while all you had ever wanted flew away. She got to go back to the home you had wanted to make your own while the home you had never wanted happily continued to chew you up.
As you suffered beneath her, Elizabeth was on cloud nine, driving home with music blaring as she danced in her seat, feeling a little thrill run up her spine at the feeling of her living thong shifting in just the right way to bring her the utmost comfort. Deep down a part of her had always wanted to claim you for her own. Wanted your cute little face to look at her the way you did Olivia. Now she realised that she had been blind all along. That you had always wanted her just as much, if not more, than she wanted you, and had simply been unable to say it. But that was in the past now. Now that she had been granted the ability to see into your mind thanks to Tiny2Go! there would be no more secrets between the two of you. You were hers. She was yours. A perfect match made for each other.
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