You stared up at your ‘lover’/owner Isabella after being shushed to silence as she very intently read something in ‘your’ manual, when suddenly she yelled something at you and quickly (and quite roughly) grabbed you. You almost yelled out in shock and protest, but suddenly you were even closer to Isabella’s face, and it was… blushing? Her entire face was a darkening shade of pink, but at the same time her already heavy breath became even more labored as the scent of unbrushed morning breath wafted over you.
“Lamento tener que ser tan atrevido, pequeño Dennis, realmente pensé que podría hacer esto, pero… Todos los hombres con los que he tratado de salir evitan mi botín por alguna razón, sin importar cuánto lo intente. muéstralo o tíralo… ¡Supongo que debe ser demasiado pequeño para ellos o algo así! ¡Pero no tendré que preocuparme de que sea demasiado pequeño para ti! Y supongo que no debería estar realmente avergonzado, después de todo, ERES mi esposo. ¡Pasarás MUCHO tiempo con mi lindo culito!”.
(“I’m sorry that I need to be this forward, little Dennis, I really thought I could work up to this, but… Every guy I’ve tried to date avoids my booty for some reason, no matter how much I try to show it off or throw it at them… I guess it must just be too small for them or something! But I won’t have to worry about it being too small for you! And I guess I shouldn’t really be embarrassed, you ARE my husband, after all. You’ll be spending a LOT of time with my cute little butt!”)
Fortunately for once, in her apparent hesitation, Isabella talked slow enough that you could try to piece together what she was saying this time. Unfortunately, however, you could only let your jaw drop and stare. For some reason she was talking about her ass, an ass that you knew from your earlier view would be big enough to be declared huge even if you were normal height, and she thought it was… small? And she wanted you to spend time with it… as HER HUSBAND?! There was so much wrong with this that by the time you got yourself together enough to respond, Isabella had taken your silence as a lag in ‘your programming’ awaiting her ‘intimate interaction’, and had started moving your around to get to know her planet of an ass… only to suddenly double over and bring you back to her face, much to your relief… but that relief would prove to be premature as her own face looked quite strained and she started talking again.
“Oh no, mi estómago… Por supuesto que elegiría AHORA para actuar. No me queda nada de tiempo, pero si hago ESO a tu alrededor, seguramente te irás como todos los niños que ni siquiera huelen…”
(“Oh no, my stomach… Of course it would choose NOW to act up. I don’t have any time left, but if I do THAT around you, you’ll surely leave just like all the boys that get even a whiff…”)
She had gone back to talking too fast for you again, but you were just glad to have avoided being introduced to her butt somehow, even as Isabella seemed to be distressed about something, then stared at you for a few moments… only for something to click in her head as another huge smile broke across her face.
“¿Pero qué estoy diciendo? ¡Eres mi diminuto esposo que SIEMPRE quiere estar conmigo, sin siquiera separarse de mi lado por un segundo! Y SÍ decidiste casarte conmigo, después de todo, ¡así que estoy seguro de que babeas sobre mi trasero sin importar cuán pequeño sea para todos los demás! O… ya sabes… si se pone un poco maloliente. De todos modos, ¡soy tan tonta a veces! ¡Vamos, pequeño amante! Si estás conmigo cada segundo, no podrás evitar ir a esta habitación varias veces al día de todos modos, ¡así que es mejor que aprendas a amarlo tanto como amas mi pequeño botín!”
(“But what am I saying? You’re my teeny tiny husband who wants to ALWAYS be with me, not even leaving my side for a second! And you DID decide to marry me, after all, so I’m sure you drool over my butt no matter how small it is to everyone else! Or… you know… if it gets a little smelly. Anyway, I’m so silly sometimes! Let’s go, little lover! If you’re with me every second, you won’t be able to avoid going to this room multiple times a day anyway, so best you learn to love it as much as you love my little booty!”)
Isabella laughed at her own acting, feeling much more confident. Having straightened back up after her stomach pain, she quickly sauntered away to a destination unknown to you. You tried to talk sense to her as she walked, but she just giggled right over your protests and pet your head as she went until… you found yourself in a bathroom. The place… stunk pretty badly. Random bits of dirty clothes were tossed into a corner, the shower stall looked pretty dirty (and a bit small for Isabella’s hips), and the toilet… well… you had to look away to keep from losing your lunch due to the stains in the bowl. While you looked around in horror, Isabella fidgeted nervously, before realizing she only had a minute or so to start her intimate action with you.
"¡De acuerdo, mi amor! Sé que esta puede ser una introducción audaz a mi pequeño trasero, ¡pero es solo la primera de muchas veces por venir!”
(“Okay, my love! I know this may be a bold introduction to my little butt, but it’s only the first of many times to come!”)
You screamed as Isabella started bringing you back towards her butt. You realized you had to distract her somehow, and the only thing she wanted to talk about was how small her ass was (or at least that’s all you could catch)… It would be a huge risk, but all you could think in your panic was to prove her wrong about the size, and hope she’d be afraid of hurting ‘her husband’. “No, Isabella, you’re wrong! Your butt is enormous!”
Isabella actually stopped for a second at this, before letting out a string of giggles. “¡Por supuesto que lo es para ti, Dennis! ¡Eres pequeño! ¡Todo es enorme para ti, tal como dije!”
(“Of course it is to you, Dennis! You’re tiny! Everything is enormous to you!”)
“N-no! I mean it! It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen! I could get completely lost inside of it! I could be stuck for hours and you’d never know!”
"Tú... ¿realmente crees eso?"
(“You… you really think so?”)
“Yes! Absolutely!”
As Isabella’s eyes slightly glazed over, you were happy to have finally got through to her, and no doubt avoided whatever travesty that was about to happen. Unfortunately, you could not read the thoughts going through her head at this moment…
Was this one of those concealed compliments the manual had talked about in the DTH description? Isabella had mentally kicked herself when she was dumb enough to set ‘your’ personality to DTH, but… the more she thought about you just being a husband that really loved her, but was constantly playing hard to get, making her almost earn ‘compliments’ like this, or whatever the ‘intimate accidents’ it had talked about… the more hot and bothered she became. And you were so realistic, there was essentially no way to tell you apart from a real tiny human… And so, without having said a word to you, she vowed in that moment that she would completely buy in to her own delusion. That from now on you really WERE her husband that TRULY loved her and her ‘little’ caboose, who just couldn’t admit his feelings but actually wanted to be with her 24/7, after all… why else would you have married her?
Meanwhile, you had let out a sigh of relief at your ‘victory’, only to look up at Isabella and see… practical hearts in her eyes. “Oh… mi amor, realmente adoras mi trasero, ¿no es así? ¡Esa es una de las cosas que amo tanto de ti! ¡No te preocupes, puedes perderte en él cuando quieras! ¡Pero por ahora, tu esposa necesita ir al baño y te dará el mejor asiento de la casa!”
(“Oh… my love, you really do adore my butt, don’t you? That’s one of the things I love so much about you! Don’t worry, you can get lost in it whenever you want! But for now, your wife needs to go to the bathroom, and she’ll give you the best seat in the house!”)
Isabella had actually planned on just rubbing you up against her butt cheek and then setting you on the countertop while she went, but now that she’d fully committed to thinking of you as a husband that actually wanted her in all the ways she wanted you to, even if you’d never admit it to her or yourself, she no longer had any reservations. With a fit of blushing and love-sick giggles, Isabella placed you on the back end of a VERY beat up toilet seat, before turning around and hiking up what little of her skirt was actually covering her butt. Completely dismayed, you could do nothing but stare, noticing that Isabella WAS in fact wearing underwear, but the tiny thing was so deeply devoured by her twin planets that even with this vantage point it was barely noticeable.
You were rooted to the spot as you watched, morbidly enraptured, as Isabella struggled to dig the article from between her cheeks, completely missing that she was watching you not move the entire time. From her view point, you were completely enraptured with her ass, after all, why else wouldn’t you run? Of course, she was sure you would say you were ‘scared’ or ‘disgusted’ or some such nonsense if she asked you. But she knew how her husband really felt (or at least that was how hard her delusion had taken hold).
“Mi amor, si sigues mirando así, ¡podría empezar a pensar que lo quieres más grande o algo así! ¿Te gustaría eso? ¡Si mi trasero fuera REALMENTE grande, podría ser como si 2 planetas cayeran sobre ti! Bueno, ya veremos, ¡pero por ahora solo puedes apreciar mi pequeño trasero como sé que solo mi esposo puede hacerlo! ¡Aquí vengo!”
(“My love, if you keep staring like that, I might start to think you want it bigger or something! Would you like that? If my butt was REALLY big it might be like 2 planets coming down on you!Well, we’ll see, but for now you can just appreciate my little butt like I know only my husband can! Here I come!”)
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