This choice: She decides to sew it back in place for her mother • Go Back...Chapter #6And Sew Your Fate Is Sealed by: Unknown Cassie ran her smooth hands over your face and body, and though you wondered why she was taking so long in speaking to you and peeling you free, your emotions were still running high. You were completely convinced that this horrible day was going to come to an end, and you could enjoy your first night at Cassie's house like a normal one foot tall man.
Your naivety lasted all the way up until Cassie puckered her lips and blew some air out into your face. "This cushion has really seen better days. About ready to rip. Guess I should probably sew it up."
Your heart skipped a beat. Sew it up? Cassie recognized you, surely! Was this a cruel joke she was playing on you? You began mentally crying out to her, and you redoubled your efforts to reform, but to no avail. You were far too mashed for quick reforming.
Though you couldn't tell, it was the exact same mashing keeping you flat that prevented Cassie from recognizing you. Her and Sophie had done a number on you with their curvy derrieres, smudging and smearing you into the cushion while simultaneously erasing nearly all of your human features. Except for your faint outline, you practically blended right into the tan cushion. Cassie could hardly be blamed.
A smile on her face, your fiancée strolled from the room, and returned a minute later with a travel-sized sewing kit in her hands. She knelt down in front of the chair, and retrieved some supplies while humming a happy little tune to herself. While she did that, you were in full on panic mode, mentally pushing yourself to the absolute limits to try and break free so your precious wife-to-be would notice you.
Cassie's grin widened as she slipped a long line of tan string through her needle. "Good thing I took that sewing class as an elective. Mom'll be so proud of me!" The gorgeous brunette brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and then turned her attention the cushion.
By this point, you'd gotten a third of your body off of the cushion, though it was still flat and flapping uselessly. Without a second thought, Cassie grabbed that part of your body and smashed it back down onto the cushion, smearing it back into place. She erroneously believed it to be just some fabric ripping up from the cushion, and wholeheartedly believed she was doing her whole family a favor by stitching it back on.
Before you even knew what was happening, Cassie plunged the needle into your body, piercing it straight through you. Your body was wracked with pain, and you mentally recoiled from the horrific feeling that only intensified exponentially as Cassie snaked her needle in and out of your body, tracing a circle around your flattened form.
You put every last ounce of your strength into reforming, but it was of no avail. No matter how much you struggled, your efforts were in vain. You managed to pop a few more mangled limbs free, only for Cassie to forcibly smooth them back down and sew them into place. One of her stiches also went straight across your mushed lips, fusing them shut and dashing any hopes of ever crying out to her.
Cassie just kept smiling the entire time, wholly unaware of what she was subjecting her poor fiancé too. She was merely excited that her sewing class had paid off, and was pleased to see how well the unruly fabric of the cushion was yielding to her stitching. Her seams were practically invisible, leaving the cushion looking pristine in the wake of her work.
After ten agonizing minutes, Cassie withdrew the needle and leaned back, supremely pleased with her work. The cushion was now one-hundred percent intact, looking as perfect as the day her family had purchased it. Not a trace of her sewing could be seen without peering intently at the cushion, and not a flap of fabric was peeling. It was a masterpiece, and Cassie couldn't help but laugh.
"Hah! Cassie, one point. Cushion, zero!" She giggled, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She'd really gotten into the zone while working, and had worked up an appetite. Thankfully, from the delectable scents wafting up from the ground floor, Cassie could tell it was nearly dinner.
Gathering up her sewing kit, Cassie rushed out of the room. Tossing her sewing kit into her bedroom, she then bounded down the stairs, eager for her first big meal with her family in what felt like forever. For the time being, any and all thoughts of a certain one foot tall fiancé had fled her mind completely.
Meanwhile, you were in utter agony, though more of the mental kind. You had long since grown numb to the pain of Cassie running taut tan string through your body. Her incisions were so precise that your skin didn't even redden, another potential indicator of your identity ruined by Cassie's skill.
Instead, you were utterly crushed by the impossibility of your scenario. Your own loving wife-to-be had just made you a permanent addition to their chair's cushion. No amount of time or effort on your part would free you now. The stitching that bound you was unbreakable without outside help. However, that required being notice, but with your features so smeared, that possibility seemed horrendously unlikely!
Left to your sad thoughts, you drifted into listless slumber.
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"Guess who just put her sewing practice to use?" Cassie beamed as she entered the kitchen.
Maddie smirked. "I'll guess you, from the crap-eating grin on your face."
Cassie playfully jabbed her sister. "I stitched the cushion in the computer chair upstairs. Some fabric was peeling off of it, but it's totally fixed now. You can't even notice a thing. It's a perfectly bland cushion now."
Sophie gave her big sister a thumbs-up. "Nice one, Cass! I noticed it was a bit itchy too. That'll make it so much more comfy!"
Standing by the stove, Kimberly's brow was creased. Though her memory was a bit hazy, she vaguely recalled leaving you crushed to the cushion after she was finished testing your resolve. She began to wonder if perhaps the stray fabric her daughter had sewn into place was, in fact, her daughter's own fiancé.
Kimberly smirked, but quickly hid the cunning smile as she gave Cassie a quick hug.
"I'm proud of you dear." She said soothingly. "Well, if we're all here then, let's eat." As she spoke, she looked at Cassie intently.
Cassie simply flashed a brilliant smile. "Yeah, I'm starving for your awesome cooking mom!"
Kimberly fought down a triumphant grin. Not one day home from college, and Cassie had already dropped that perverted little squishy man from her mind. Kimberly was more than content to leave it at that, and said nothing more as she and her precious daughters began eating dinner.
So what if that little man was now a part of their computer chair's cushion? It gave him some sort of purpose, at the very least. And, if Cassie ever thought of him again, Kimberly would know right where to take her to reveal him. Or...where not to take her. Kimberly realized with delight that she was perfectly fine with either outcome.
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You awoke fourteen hours later, though your actual sleep schedule had been a bit more off-and-on. Light was streaming in through the windows, and you could hear people walking by out in the hall. All you could do was stare straight up at the ceiling. You mentally begged someone to come by soon, so you could hopefully get their attention and get out of this mess.
You'd momentarily forgotten about your hellish imprisonment, and as soon as you remembered, your mind began to panic once more.
Heedless to your plight, footsteps grew louder, and soon the towering sight of Cassie loomed above you. Your panic ebb just a bit, as you mentally willed Cassie to look down and see you. Incapable of reforming again on your own without help, being sighted was your only chance at freedom.
To answer your plee, Cassie proceeded to turn in the total opposite direction and address someone outside of your view.
"Alright, Sophie. I'll try out that silly game you like." Cassie teased her younger sister.
"You'll love it, I promise!" Sophie gushed from outside your view. "It's totes cute. There are these little puppies, and then-"
Sophie was cut off, not because she stopped speaking, but because Cassie sat down. Without sparing a single glance she plopped into the seat, and why would she? It was just a little chair cushion.
Her weight crushed the life out of you, her toned buttocks squeezing you and the cushion you were sewn to flat. She skootched the chair closer to the computer, lifting her butt and slamming it forcefully down again over and over. Each pounding rocked you to your core, and did just that little bit more of smearing you into total unrecognizability.
You could only think that this had to be a nightmare. Some horrific nightmare purgatory. None of it was real. None of it was happening. In just a moment, you would wake up and be in Cassie's loving arms. You would click your metaphorical heels and be taken out of this torment.
Sophie, playful as ever, then leapt onto Cassie's lap, adding her own weight onto you. You mentally shouted out, and then passed into unconsciousness.
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Three hours later, you woke up just in time to see Cassie and Sophie leave the room, laughing and smiling. Sure enough, you were engrained just as horribly as before, practically invisible against the tan cushion. Why did something like this always have to happen to you?
As Kimberly entered your view and began to sit, you could only whimper. Was this really your life?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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