Troubles in Paradise
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Elizabeth had slapped her alarm clock three times before she woke up enough to realise that the buzzing noise she could hear was in fact coming from her phone, and she narrowed her eyes at the offending object as she sat up enough to retrieve and silence the annoyance. When she saw it was an app notification and not a phone call she nearly deleted the connected app on instinct, only to pause when she realised it was Tiny2Go!, absently sliding the fingers of her free hand into the waistband of her overstretched thong as she contemplated whether or not to click on the still blinking icon. The brunette couldn’t remember the last time she had opened what was once her favourite app. Weeks at least. Probably not since she’d gotten hooked on the newest Squishy Runner game, focusing her attention on navigating a fictional world of stomping feet. It was a bit of a shame honestly. She’d been obsessed with Tiny2Go! for over a year after all, but everything got stale given enough time.
At first of course she’d been on cloud-nine basically every day. There was nothing like waking up to her Drew-Boo’s warm body pressed tight against her flesh, whether it be as a thong, bra, sock, or any number of other forms, and his gentle vibrations as he showed her his appreciation. Every morning she’d open up the app to give her little treasure a kiss and let him help her choose what forms he would take that day. Over those first few months her precious explorer had mapped out every inch of her body, delving into her deepest and darkest depths and finding joy and pleasure in every nook and cranny. And even when there was nothing left to explore the two of them were still able to find new sources of fun as they explored the wide variety of exotic forms a tiny could take with a bit of effort and creativity, helped along by various new products made available by the helpful folks at the CTC.
In those days the Tiny2Go! app too had really helped to motivate Elizabeth to keep herself fit and ready to make her Drew-Boo the happiest tiny in the whole world. There was a seemingly endless catalogue of toys and accessories to buy for her precious tiny, and he was so happy every time she would give him a new gift that she just needed to get more and more. Better yet, as the number of users and multiplayer-connectivity expanded, she was able to meet with other like-minded women and their devoted tinies in-game, and even compete in some friendly tournaments set up by the app. Watching Drew-Boo frolicking with other tinies was a joy, and even now a nostalgic little smile came to her lips at remembering the way he had assured her that while he liked his new friends, she would always be his number one. She couldn’t say that she had always won when they competed against their new friends, but she’d always done well, and the day that she had been announced as the winner of the ‘One Hundred Miles’ competition still remained something of a personal highlight.
Inevitably, however, that initial honeymoon period had gradually come to an end. Those little joyful vibrations she had grown so attached to had started to fade, becoming both less frequent and less vigorous by the day. It used to be that whenever she turned her special little man into a thong and slid him between her cheeks he would happily shake the whole way in, only stopping when she would tightly clamp her rear shut, returning the favour as she showed him her own affection. Now though he just slid in motionlessly, as if he could no longer be bothered to put in the effort to let her know how much he appreciated the care she gave him. When she wore him as a bra he no longer sent those same gentle vibrations into her jiggling flesh. He no longer shifted against her feet in a soft massage when she used him as a sock or insole. No longer put his all into being the perfect towel. He was still easily the most comfortable piece of clothing she’d ever worn, but that little spark was gone.
Of course there were times when Elizabeth thought that perhaps she was at fault. That she was doing something wrong, and her Drew-Boo were merely responding to her own neglect. He had been so enthusiastic when this all began after all. Hiding her bikini bottoms so she’d have no choice but to wear him. Stowing away in her luggage to come home with her. Even getting himself licensed to prove just how devoted he was. She knew that she was everything he had ever wanted, so why? Why was he no longer putting in the same effort? When she’d raised her concerns with Jennifer, the other woman had suggested that maybe her ‘toy’ was just getting lazy and complacent now that he had gotten what he wanted, and that she should put her foot down and make him attend to her needs. At the time, three drinks down, it had seemed tempting, and she’d given her toy a proper talking to that night before passing out, but by the morning she already deeply regretted her words.
Throughout it all though, even as she became dissatisfied with your physical performance, the Tiny2Go! app itself had remained a source of contentment and joy for your owner. The little avatar that claimed to be you continued to shower her with praise and love, which she returned in kind, it’s smiling visage increasingly becoming a separate entity in her mind from her ungrateful squishy toy. He would cheer and dance animatedly every time she opened the app, the little heart choker around his neck displaying her ownership of his heart, and his increasingly customised clothing and room showing just how much of her own love she had poured into him. Yet, in time, even that experience had grown stale. As new competitor apps stole portions of its market share, the updates to Tiny2Go! became increasingly sporadic and disappointing, mostly just offering variations of the same rewards and customisation options. And as much as she loved Drew-Boo, on a certain level Elizabeth knew that he wasn’t real. He could tell her that he loved her, but he could never actually kiss her, and when she was lonely at night she couldn’t snuggle with him, merely press her cold phone to her chest. She hadn’t meant to forget about him, but at a certain point it just became less painful to let him go.
You only wished that you could forget. There had been so many times over the last two years when you wished that your mind would just fade into mush and that you might manage to find some small shred of contentment in this endless torment, but it never happened. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were, or maybe it was that you had come so frustratingly close to true happiness with Oliva. Whatever the case, you could never see your constant use by Elizabeth as anything other than the torment it was. Each day, every day, she was either happily shifting you between whatever forms she could most thoroughly use in a given moment or forcing you to spend days or weeks stuck deep between her massive cheeks, straining to lift her heavy chest, or being pounded endlessly underfoot. As ceaseless as it was, it had never become routine, and you still experienced each moment fully.
At first you had fought against your confinement in every waking moment, struggling to reform as you twisted your body through the extremely limited range of motion that you were allowed. You screamed as loudly as you could whenever the opportunity presented itself, even though you knew that no real sound would emerge, just a pitiful vibration through what remained of your face. Lost and broken though you may be, you still had a shred of pride. In time though, the relentless torment completely crushed your will to resist and all you could do was take everything the brunette threw at you while silently cursing out fate, Elizabeth, and the Robinson family who had facilitated all of this.
And then, as if all of that wasn’t enough, you had increasingly heard your owner complaining about your lack of work-ethic or neglect of her needs. Whether it was a discussion with Jennifer, her other friends, or even Olivia sometimes, the frustration expressed at your lack of affection was enough to spark the flames of anger within you, but not enough to give you the energy to actually fight back. As you served as a sweat rag during one such discussion at the local gym, being handed back and forth between five different women, Elizabeth had looked down at you with something approaching true scorn as she rhetorically asked you if it would be so hard to reform your lips and give her booty a little kiss or use those muscles of yours to massage her tired feet hen she’d had a long day. That she could only recognise your independence when it was to complain at you made you want to scream at her. Not to mention the impossibility of what she asked for after all of the abuse you had endured.
The days of Elizabeth speaking to your physical form with affection were long gone now. And while you didn’t want her thanks or her twisted love, at least then there had been some acknowledgement that you were alive. Over time her words and affection had been increasingly expressed towards that damned app and its thrice-damned avatar alone, until she no longer even bothered to speak to the real you, seeming to have totally forgotten which one of you was truly alive. Even when she spoke in your presence while twisting you anew, her eyes would always move to the phone, making it clear to whom she was truly speaking. When, finally, she’d begun to express frustration towards the app itself, you had held onto the slim hope that she might forget about you altogether and simply throw you into the darkness of her drawers. Maybe even lose you forever. It was a terrible thing to hope for, but compared to what you had been through you felt it would be a paradise. That last hope though was now threatened as you felt Elizabeth’s colossal booty shifting around you. Somehow, drowning in her sweaty flesh though you were, you knew something was coming, as she opened to app to see…
At first of course she’d been on cloud-nine basically every day. There was nothing like waking up to her Drew-Boo’s warm body pressed tight against her flesh, whether it be as a thong, bra, sock, or any number of other forms, and his gentle vibrations as he showed her his appreciation. Every morning she’d open up the app to give her little treasure a kiss and let him help her choose what forms he would take that day. Over those first few months her precious explorer had mapped out every inch of her body, delving into her deepest and darkest depths and finding joy and pleasure in every nook and cranny. And even when there was nothing left to explore the two of them were still able to find new sources of fun as they explored the wide variety of exotic forms a tiny could take with a bit of effort and creativity, helped along by various new products made available by the helpful folks at the CTC.
In those days the Tiny2Go! app too had really helped to motivate Elizabeth to keep herself fit and ready to make her Drew-Boo the happiest tiny in the whole world. There was a seemingly endless catalogue of toys and accessories to buy for her precious tiny, and he was so happy every time she would give him a new gift that she just needed to get more and more. Better yet, as the number of users and multiplayer-connectivity expanded, she was able to meet with other like-minded women and their devoted tinies in-game, and even compete in some friendly tournaments set up by the app. Watching Drew-Boo frolicking with other tinies was a joy, and even now a nostalgic little smile came to her lips at remembering the way he had assured her that while he liked his new friends, she would always be his number one. She couldn’t say that she had always won when they competed against their new friends, but she’d always done well, and the day that she had been announced as the winner of the ‘One Hundred Miles’ competition still remained something of a personal highlight.
Inevitably, however, that initial honeymoon period had gradually come to an end. Those little joyful vibrations she had grown so attached to had started to fade, becoming both less frequent and less vigorous by the day. It used to be that whenever she turned her special little man into a thong and slid him between her cheeks he would happily shake the whole way in, only stopping when she would tightly clamp her rear shut, returning the favour as she showed him her own affection. Now though he just slid in motionlessly, as if he could no longer be bothered to put in the effort to let her know how much he appreciated the care she gave him. When she wore him as a bra he no longer sent those same gentle vibrations into her jiggling flesh. He no longer shifted against her feet in a soft massage when she used him as a sock or insole. No longer put his all into being the perfect towel. He was still easily the most comfortable piece of clothing she’d ever worn, but that little spark was gone.
Of course there were times when Elizabeth thought that perhaps she was at fault. That she was doing something wrong, and her Drew-Boo were merely responding to her own neglect. He had been so enthusiastic when this all began after all. Hiding her bikini bottoms so she’d have no choice but to wear him. Stowing away in her luggage to come home with her. Even getting himself licensed to prove just how devoted he was. She knew that she was everything he had ever wanted, so why? Why was he no longer putting in the same effort? When she’d raised her concerns with Jennifer, the other woman had suggested that maybe her ‘toy’ was just getting lazy and complacent now that he had gotten what he wanted, and that she should put her foot down and make him attend to her needs. At the time, three drinks down, it had seemed tempting, and she’d given her toy a proper talking to that night before passing out, but by the morning she already deeply regretted her words.
Throughout it all though, even as she became dissatisfied with your physical performance, the Tiny2Go! app itself had remained a source of contentment and joy for your owner. The little avatar that claimed to be you continued to shower her with praise and love, which she returned in kind, it’s smiling visage increasingly becoming a separate entity in her mind from her ungrateful squishy toy. He would cheer and dance animatedly every time she opened the app, the little heart choker around his neck displaying her ownership of his heart, and his increasingly customised clothing and room showing just how much of her own love she had poured into him. Yet, in time, even that experience had grown stale. As new competitor apps stole portions of its market share, the updates to Tiny2Go! became increasingly sporadic and disappointing, mostly just offering variations of the same rewards and customisation options. And as much as she loved Drew-Boo, on a certain level Elizabeth knew that he wasn’t real. He could tell her that he loved her, but he could never actually kiss her, and when she was lonely at night she couldn’t snuggle with him, merely press her cold phone to her chest. She hadn’t meant to forget about him, but at a certain point it just became less painful to let him go.
You only wished that you could forget. There had been so many times over the last two years when you wished that your mind would just fade into mush and that you might manage to find some small shred of contentment in this endless torment, but it never happened. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were, or maybe it was that you had come so frustratingly close to true happiness with Oliva. Whatever the case, you could never see your constant use by Elizabeth as anything other than the torment it was. Each day, every day, she was either happily shifting you between whatever forms she could most thoroughly use in a given moment or forcing you to spend days or weeks stuck deep between her massive cheeks, straining to lift her heavy chest, or being pounded endlessly underfoot. As ceaseless as it was, it had never become routine, and you still experienced each moment fully.
At first you had fought against your confinement in every waking moment, struggling to reform as you twisted your body through the extremely limited range of motion that you were allowed. You screamed as loudly as you could whenever the opportunity presented itself, even though you knew that no real sound would emerge, just a pitiful vibration through what remained of your face. Lost and broken though you may be, you still had a shred of pride. In time though, the relentless torment completely crushed your will to resist and all you could do was take everything the brunette threw at you while silently cursing out fate, Elizabeth, and the Robinson family who had facilitated all of this.
And then, as if all of that wasn’t enough, you had increasingly heard your owner complaining about your lack of work-ethic or neglect of her needs. Whether it was a discussion with Jennifer, her other friends, or even Olivia sometimes, the frustration expressed at your lack of affection was enough to spark the flames of anger within you, but not enough to give you the energy to actually fight back. As you served as a sweat rag during one such discussion at the local gym, being handed back and forth between five different women, Elizabeth had looked down at you with something approaching true scorn as she rhetorically asked you if it would be so hard to reform your lips and give her booty a little kiss or use those muscles of yours to massage her tired feet hen she’d had a long day. That she could only recognise your independence when it was to complain at you made you want to scream at her. Not to mention the impossibility of what she asked for after all of the abuse you had endured.
The days of Elizabeth speaking to your physical form with affection were long gone now. And while you didn’t want her thanks or her twisted love, at least then there had been some acknowledgement that you were alive. Over time her words and affection had been increasingly expressed towards that damned app and its thrice-damned avatar alone, until she no longer even bothered to speak to the real you, seeming to have totally forgotten which one of you was truly alive. Even when she spoke in your presence while twisting you anew, her eyes would always move to the phone, making it clear to whom she was truly speaking. When, finally, she’d begun to express frustration towards the app itself, you had held onto the slim hope that she might forget about you altogether and simply throw you into the darkness of her drawers. Maybe even lose you forever. It was a terrible thing to hope for, but compared to what you had been through you felt it would be a paradise. That last hope though was now threatened as you felt Elizabeth’s colossal booty shifting around you. Somehow, drowning in her sweaty flesh though you were, you knew something was coming, as she opened to app to see…
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