(Unknowingly) Stuck Again as a Tiny Boyfriend
Your happiness at Lucy being much more attentive to your needs at this size was slightly overshadowed as you took in the room you’d be staying with her in for the foreseeable future (because who knows how long it will take her mother to set up a meeting with a cartel boss that isn’t even usually in the area any longer). The place was… well… it was more than a bit of a pig sty.
Her bed was a tangled mess of random blankets, and you could easily see from your vantage point that her sheets were stained with sweat (at the very least). A study desk in the corner had been utilized as a staging area for stacks of used dishes that have been there for who knew how long, with a trash bag alongside it that was overflowing with used tissues. Her closet, which was wide open, had a few articles of clothing hanging within, but underneath these was what appeared to be dirty clothes that… quite literally overflowed into most of the floor space in the rest of the room, and it wasn’t just limited to the floor. Used undies/bras hung off of random surfaces throughout the room, fully displaying that this girl you had decided to make your ‘caretaker’ didn’t take much care of herself, let alone her room… a room you were now destined to share with her.
You almost immediately wanted to recoil and take back having Lucy as your caretaker, especially as the horribly musty smell of the room settled in to your nostrils, but quickly realized that this might put you in a bad position with both Lucy and her Mom. Doubly so because they had given you full freedom to be rid of Lucy and you had JUST decided to give her a second chance. And… if her carrying you the way she just had said anything, she DID seem to be thinking more about your well being…
Deciding you could convince her to clean up a bit (okay, a LOT), you forced a happy smile and turned around… only to be met with the billboard that was Lucy’s face, Lucy having brought you MUCH closer apparently while you were taking in the bedroom. You swore you saw stars in her eyes as her heavy breath washed over you, and you realized she had been waiting to see your reaction to the room and was apparently VERY happy with the smile you had (unknown to her) forced on your face.
“¡Dios mío, me alegro de que a mi novio le guste nuestra nueva habitación! ¡Realmente esperaba que no lo encontraras demasiado sucio, especialmente después de que decidiste seguir siendo mi novio! ¡Supongo que eso significa que no necesito limpiar nada entonces! Jeje! ¿Cuál es tu parte favorita hasta ahora?”
(“Oh my gosh, I’m glad my little boyfriend likes our new room! I was really hoping you wouldn’t find it too dirty, especially after you just decided to stay my boyfriend! I guess that means I don’t need to clean at all then! Hehe! What’s your favorite part so far?”)
Unfortunately for you, unlike earlier when both her and Lucy slowed down to make sure you understood (most of) their Spanish, Lucy was much too happy to slow down and was speaking at a breakneck pace, meaning you barely caught a thing, even missing the fact that she had immediately gone back to calling you her boyfriend… and apparently thinking your choice of picking her as caretaker was a reaffirmation of your ‘continuing relationship’. All you caught was that she was obviously excited, something about ‘your new room’ being too dirty, and a question.
You thought about asking her to repeat herself, but Lucy almost immediately started fidgeting while she waited for your response, and it became very hard to remain standing in her palms. Hoping you understood her correctly, you decided she had asked you what needed cleaning, and that it would be best to just respond and hopefully focus her so you wouldn’t lose your footing and fall.
Of course, the answer to ‘her’ question was fairly simple, but that didn’t make it any easier to say. “W-well… I mean… definitely your dirty clothes being everywhere.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped as you spoke these words, and you immediately felt you had been too blunt. Before long you were both blushing horribly, although unknown to both of you it was for wildly different reasons.
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Lucy had felt terrible after her mother had yelled at her, especially when she pointed out how smelly her butt must have been for her new little—make that ex-boyfriend. Her mother was right, she hadn’t thought about anything but how wonderful it would be to have a boyfriend that seemed to be really into her, who would rely on her, who wouldn’t leave her as soon as some other hot girl came along.
She was so crushed about her no-doubt disgusting butt ruining her chances at happiness (her mind fixating on this point instead of everything else) that she spent the entire time of her mother’s explanation of the cartel stewing over how she would do just about anything for a second chance. And then… it came when you suddenly decided to have her as your caretaker.
This… confused Lucy. So much so that she barely forced out the words to ask you to get on her hands and was completely lost in thought as she walked to her room (which of course led to you misunderstanding both as her being more responsible). She wracked her brain trying to figure out what this meant. You had chosen for her to be your caretaker, even after being carried around in her huge, smelly butt! Maybe something her mother had said when she was only half listening would help… She had said it was probably hard for you to understand Spanish sometimes… but you’d understood most of what she said after that…
Maybe her mother was wrong? After all, she had scolded her for calling you her boyfriend, but… you HAD decided to make her your caretaker anyway… After all, being a full time caretaker was arguably even closer than being a girlfriend… unless… was that it? Maybe you wanted to be her boyfriend after all… and even more besides! After all, why else would you want to be with her and her gross, huge butt otherwise?
By the time Lucy got up the stairs, she was on cloud nine, until she realized she would have to show you her room. Sure, you ‘decided’ to keep being her boyfriend even after being in her smelly butt cheeks, but would you still like her once you saw how dirty her room
was? Lucy forced herself to calm down, deciding that this was the final test to see how much ‘you really wanted to be with her’. She watched your tiny back as you looked around her room, having one of the most nervous moments of her life, only for you to turn back after seeing the veritable pig sty with a huge ‘grin of happiness’.
Lucy had to use every bit of resolve she had not to start kissing you right there, remembering what her mom said about her needing ‘more than a beautiful body’ to be with her new boyfriend. So she asked her little lover what his favorite part of the room was… and was told it was her dirty clothes being everywhere. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing horribly. This couldn’t be real… could it?
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The awkward silence drug on. Sure, Lucy’s room was horrible, but you still felt bad for being so rudely blunt. Of course, unbeknownst to you, Lucy didn’t think you had been rude at all. If anything, she found it a bit… kinky. And the more she thought about it… it was definitely kinky in a good way.
Is this what her mother meant by needing more than a beautiful body to make her man happy? She never would have thought in a million years that her leaving all her smelly clothes everywhere would seal the deal with a man, but nothing else made sense to her. Her mother had said so, she needed more than her beautiful body have you stay with her, and if that meant letting you enjoy how stinky certain parts of her body could be (including her smelly butt she was half re-convinced you actually loved) and/or how bad her dirty clothes could get, then so be it.
“¿Estás seguro? Esos... quiero decir, no están limpios en ABSOLUTO. Están MUY sucios. En ese caso… ¿cuál es tu favorito? Yo... yo... haré una cama para ti... si quieres.”
(“Are— are you sure? Those… I mean, they’re not clean at ALL. They’re VERY dirty. In that case… which one is your favorite? I’ll… I’ll… make a bed for you… if you want.”)
Lucy stammered horribly during this, which made it just as hard to understand as her talking too fast. You were still too embarrassed to make her repeat herself, so you hoped she was asking where she should start. “Y-yes, I’m definitely sure. Ummm… those, I guess.”
Lucy’s jaw nearly hit the floor as she followed your finger to ‘your favorite’…
Choices:
1. You’ve pointed to a corner piled high with very used gym shoes and equally used socks, most of which are actually still semi-damp with raunchy sweat. Now convinced her mom was only mad at her for subjecting you to the ‘wrong’ smelly part of her, she proceeds to have you try out your new sleeping arrangements by wrapping you in her dampest socks (maybe the ones she’s wearing?) and stuffing you into her most-used sneaker while she giggles and watches you ‘get comfy’.
2. You end up pointing at what turns out to be her only sports bra. It’s too small for her breasts, and is continually soaked and dripping with her work out sweat. She ‘realizes’ you’re a breast man, and decides you can sleep in the bra like a giant water (sweat) bed, and you can be in it whenever she wears it to work out (or anything else), occasionally positioning you under her armpit just to make sure she’s not only using the ‘beautiful parts’ of her body to keep you interested.
3. You’re pointing at a pile of VERY used undies, the rank pile of tangled underwear material of various styles easily being the smelliest part of her room. Unfortunately, to Lucy this means that you might actually LIKE her big, smelly butt… and that you should spend as much time with her booty (and dirty undies) as possible.
4. Twist; you point at random clothes, but she thinks you’re pointing at the waste bin overflowing with used tissues. Turns out she has allergies, and now somehow thinks you’ve got a snot kink.
Her bed was a tangled mess of random blankets, and you could easily see from your vantage point that her sheets were stained with sweat (at the very least). A study desk in the corner had been utilized as a staging area for stacks of used dishes that have been there for who knew how long, with a trash bag alongside it that was overflowing with used tissues. Her closet, which was wide open, had a few articles of clothing hanging within, but underneath these was what appeared to be dirty clothes that… quite literally overflowed into most of the floor space in the rest of the room, and it wasn’t just limited to the floor. Used undies/bras hung off of random surfaces throughout the room, fully displaying that this girl you had decided to make your ‘caretaker’ didn’t take much care of herself, let alone her room… a room you were now destined to share with her.
You almost immediately wanted to recoil and take back having Lucy as your caretaker, especially as the horribly musty smell of the room settled in to your nostrils, but quickly realized that this might put you in a bad position with both Lucy and her Mom. Doubly so because they had given you full freedom to be rid of Lucy and you had JUST decided to give her a second chance. And… if her carrying you the way she just had said anything, she DID seem to be thinking more about your well being…
Deciding you could convince her to clean up a bit (okay, a LOT), you forced a happy smile and turned around… only to be met with the billboard that was Lucy’s face, Lucy having brought you MUCH closer apparently while you were taking in the bedroom. You swore you saw stars in her eyes as her heavy breath washed over you, and you realized she had been waiting to see your reaction to the room and was apparently VERY happy with the smile you had (unknown to her) forced on your face.
“¡Dios mío, me alegro de que a mi novio le guste nuestra nueva habitación! ¡Realmente esperaba que no lo encontraras demasiado sucio, especialmente después de que decidiste seguir siendo mi novio! ¡Supongo que eso significa que no necesito limpiar nada entonces! Jeje! ¿Cuál es tu parte favorita hasta ahora?”
(“Oh my gosh, I’m glad my little boyfriend likes our new room! I was really hoping you wouldn’t find it too dirty, especially after you just decided to stay my boyfriend! I guess that means I don’t need to clean at all then! Hehe! What’s your favorite part so far?”)
Unfortunately for you, unlike earlier when both her and Lucy slowed down to make sure you understood (most of) their Spanish, Lucy was much too happy to slow down and was speaking at a breakneck pace, meaning you barely caught a thing, even missing the fact that she had immediately gone back to calling you her boyfriend… and apparently thinking your choice of picking her as caretaker was a reaffirmation of your ‘continuing relationship’. All you caught was that she was obviously excited, something about ‘your new room’ being too dirty, and a question.
You thought about asking her to repeat herself, but Lucy almost immediately started fidgeting while she waited for your response, and it became very hard to remain standing in her palms. Hoping you understood her correctly, you decided she had asked you what needed cleaning, and that it would be best to just respond and hopefully focus her so you wouldn’t lose your footing and fall.
Of course, the answer to ‘her’ question was fairly simple, but that didn’t make it any easier to say. “W-well… I mean… definitely your dirty clothes being everywhere.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped as you spoke these words, and you immediately felt you had been too blunt. Before long you were both blushing horribly, although unknown to both of you it was for wildly different reasons.
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Lucy had felt terrible after her mother had yelled at her, especially when she pointed out how smelly her butt must have been for her new little—make that ex-boyfriend. Her mother was right, she hadn’t thought about anything but how wonderful it would be to have a boyfriend that seemed to be really into her, who would rely on her, who wouldn’t leave her as soon as some other hot girl came along.
She was so crushed about her no-doubt disgusting butt ruining her chances at happiness (her mind fixating on this point instead of everything else) that she spent the entire time of her mother’s explanation of the cartel stewing over how she would do just about anything for a second chance. And then… it came when you suddenly decided to have her as your caretaker.
This… confused Lucy. So much so that she barely forced out the words to ask you to get on her hands and was completely lost in thought as she walked to her room (which of course led to you misunderstanding both as her being more responsible). She wracked her brain trying to figure out what this meant. You had chosen for her to be your caretaker, even after being carried around in her huge, smelly butt! Maybe something her mother had said when she was only half listening would help… She had said it was probably hard for you to understand Spanish sometimes… but you’d understood most of what she said after that…
Maybe her mother was wrong? After all, she had scolded her for calling you her boyfriend, but… you HAD decided to make her your caretaker anyway… After all, being a full time caretaker was arguably even closer than being a girlfriend… unless… was that it? Maybe you wanted to be her boyfriend after all… and even more besides! After all, why else would you want to be with her and her gross, huge butt otherwise?
By the time Lucy got up the stairs, she was on cloud nine, until she realized she would have to show you her room. Sure, you ‘decided’ to keep being her boyfriend even after being in her smelly butt cheeks, but would you still like her once you saw how dirty her room
was? Lucy forced herself to calm down, deciding that this was the final test to see how much ‘you really wanted to be with her’. She watched your tiny back as you looked around her room, having one of the most nervous moments of her life, only for you to turn back after seeing the veritable pig sty with a huge ‘grin of happiness’.
Lucy had to use every bit of resolve she had not to start kissing you right there, remembering what her mom said about her needing ‘more than a beautiful body’ to be with her new boyfriend. So she asked her little lover what his favorite part of the room was… and was told it was her dirty clothes being everywhere. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing horribly. This couldn’t be real… could it?
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The awkward silence drug on. Sure, Lucy’s room was horrible, but you still felt bad for being so rudely blunt. Of course, unbeknownst to you, Lucy didn’t think you had been rude at all. If anything, she found it a bit… kinky. And the more she thought about it… it was definitely kinky in a good way.
Is this what her mother meant by needing more than a beautiful body to make her man happy? She never would have thought in a million years that her leaving all her smelly clothes everywhere would seal the deal with a man, but nothing else made sense to her. Her mother had said so, she needed more than her beautiful body have you stay with her, and if that meant letting you enjoy how stinky certain parts of her body could be (including her smelly butt she was half re-convinced you actually loved) and/or how bad her dirty clothes could get, then so be it.
“¿Estás seguro? Esos... quiero decir, no están limpios en ABSOLUTO. Están MUY sucios. En ese caso… ¿cuál es tu favorito? Yo... yo... haré una cama para ti... si quieres.”
(“Are— are you sure? Those… I mean, they’re not clean at ALL. They’re VERY dirty. In that case… which one is your favorite? I’ll… I’ll… make a bed for you… if you want.”)
Lucy stammered horribly during this, which made it just as hard to understand as her talking too fast. You were still too embarrassed to make her repeat herself, so you hoped she was asking where she should start. “Y-yes, I’m definitely sure. Ummm… those, I guess.”
Lucy’s jaw nearly hit the floor as she followed your finger to ‘your favorite’…
Choices:
1. You’ve pointed to a corner piled high with very used gym shoes and equally used socks, most of which are actually still semi-damp with raunchy sweat. Now convinced her mom was only mad at her for subjecting you to the ‘wrong’ smelly part of her, she proceeds to have you try out your new sleeping arrangements by wrapping you in her dampest socks (maybe the ones she’s wearing?) and stuffing you into her most-used sneaker while she giggles and watches you ‘get comfy’.
2. You end up pointing at what turns out to be her only sports bra. It’s too small for her breasts, and is continually soaked and dripping with her work out sweat. She ‘realizes’ you’re a breast man, and decides you can sleep in the bra like a giant water (sweat) bed, and you can be in it whenever she wears it to work out (or anything else), occasionally positioning you under her armpit just to make sure she’s not only using the ‘beautiful parts’ of her body to keep you interested.
3. You’re pointing at a pile of VERY used undies, the rank pile of tangled underwear material of various styles easily being the smelliest part of her room. Unfortunately, to Lucy this means that you might actually LIKE her big, smelly butt… and that you should spend as much time with her booty (and dirty undies) as possible.
4. Twist; you point at random clothes, but she thinks you’re pointing at the waste bin overflowing with used tissues. Turns out she has allergies, and now somehow thinks you’ve got a snot kink.
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May 29, 2023
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