(Chapter originally written by Hectic)
"Ah well... I think I’m going to explore a bit of the resort with Mari with the free time we have right now!” You responded to your enthusiastic mother. Mari’s smile visibly grew upon hearing your response, which prompted the same response in you.
“Wowwwwww, BIG surprise there! A 22 year old guy wants to spend time at a resort with his girlfriend. Any other revelations you want to drop on us, Matt?” Jenna responded sarcastically to your decision.
A burst of laughter broke out from the lips of everyone in the room, Mari included, as you flushed slightly red.
“Alright, sue me Jenna” you quipped back with a smile. Moments wherein Jenna wasn’t actively tormenting you were few and far between, so you certainly learned how to take a light teasing well when the alternative was far worse.
“Oh okay, sweetie. You better save a little time for your mom later in the day then! And for your sister and Ashley too! Remember this is a family trip, not a couple’s trip!” Your mom said down to you, eliciting another round of giggles from the surrounding women.
“Of course!” Mari responded to your mom, “We can all meet back up later in the day and report back on the areas of the resort that we all check out. Sound good?”
Lauren confirmed Mari’s plan happily before the women finished up getting ready for their respective outings. This mainly consisted of Lauren, Jenna, and yourself changing into swimsuits to catch up to the other ladies who arrived a bit sooner. But after a mere few minutes you were all ready to head out. With a quick goodbye, Mari walked out the door with you resting gently on her shoulder, holding onto a few strands of her silken brown hair for security. As she walked down the hall of the resort, you couldn’t help but find your eyes drifting down to the expanse of cleavage that was exposed by Mari’s slightly-too-small blue bikini top. Falling into an almost hypnotic trance, you felt yourself staring at the jiggling flesh unabashedly. After all, being your size came with a lion’s share of drawbacks, so taking a moment to ogle your girlfriend without her noticing felt like at least some form of recompense. However, it seemed like your transfixed stare caused you to lose track of time, because before you knew it, Mari had arrived at the section labeled “Mixed Size Spa” and walked right in.
The first thing that caught your eye was a number of tiny-sized hot tubs lining one side of the room! Your eyes lit up, before narrowing a bit when you analyzed them closer. The tubs looked a bit larger than what would be necessary for one-inch tall guys, and when you looked closer at the sides of each of them, you could clearly read the words, Foot Pamperer printed on the plastic exterior. You sighed slightly, realizing that the “tubs” that were no more than repurposed foot baths designed for regular-sized women. Fifty years had passed since the initial shrinking epidemic, and you knew that specifically crafted tiny-sized items did exist, but it was still sadly uncommon for establishments to shell out the cash for such things. Shrugging your shoulders, it wasn’t the end of the world. In all honesty, even repurposed regular sized items that were marked off for tiny use was a step up from what you were used to.
“Hey Mari, do you mind if you drop me off in one of those tiny tubs for a bit?”
“Sure thing, Matt! I’ll pull up a chair and wait here for a bit so I can make sure you’re all good, and then maybe after we can find something my size!” Mari responded to you enthusiastically, warming your heart. Part of you felt bad that she was going to sit around and watch you soak in a tub just for you, but if she left you alone there then you would definitely have been looking over your shoulder the whole time.
Mari grabbed a wooden chair and scooted it over to one of the tiny tubs before smiling and lowering you gently to the edge. She dropped you off and then sat down in the chair facing you, watching over you carefully to make sure nothing went wrong. You dipped a foot in and breathed a sigh of relief at the warm water, before sinking deeper in. Feeling around you found a slight cutout on the side of the tub, just deep enough for you to sit appropriately in the water, almost like a real hot tub! Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to genuinely relax for the first time in what felt like months. With the hot water, bubbles, and your loving girlfriend watching over you, you felt the pain from spending hours under your mom’s booty begin to melt away.
However, whatever gods of karma that cursed your life with terrible luck could simply not let such a lovely moment go on. As just then, Mari’s phone rang out with the telltale “ding” of a text message. You opened your eyes and looked up behind you to see your girlfriend take her eyes off of you and direct them towards the bag that contained her stuff. She grabbed her phone and unconsciously read out a text message from Rio that read,
“About to start our massages! I’ll give you the full review when it’s over!”
Mari smiled at the text from her mom and started crafting her response. However, the second that your girlfriend took her eyes off of you and focused her attention on something else, her most dangerous of traits kicked in. In a mere moment, your existence fled her mind completely, and Mari thoughtlessly lifted her feet in the air, bringing them up and dropping them in the foot bath in front of her. Part of her squinted a bit as she felt something smack against her sole before plunging her feet into the warm waters. But the second her aching soles hit the vibrating bottom of the foot bath, any concerns melted from her mind. She simply leaned back, pressed her feet harder into the massage pads in the bath, and began texting her mom back.
You, meanwhile, were in a notably less relaxed state, dragged deep beneath the water underneath your clueless girlfriend’s sole. She smashed your flattened form under her weight onto the vibrating pads of the foot bath beneath her unknowingly. The vibrations which were powerful enough to feel fantastic on the soles of Mari, were overwhelmingly tortuous on your one-inch tall form. You felt like your very soul was being vibrated into the clammy flesh of her foot. Thankfully, you knew that when you were flattened, your body did not need to breathe necessarily, so you were in no danger of drowning. After all, if that was a possibility, you would have tragically lost your life a number of times underneath your mother’s rear-end when you had the misfortune of sharing a bath at home.
Mari sent off the text back to her mother and set her phone back down before relaxing further into her chair. Briefly, she looked back down at the foot bath in front of her and couldn’t help but feel a nagging suspicion that she was forgetting something. She tried to think back as hard as she could as to what that might have been, but whatever it was simply would not come back to her. Shrugging her shoulders, she resigned herself to enjoy the automatic foot massage for a little bit longer before moving onto another area of the resort.
Does someone remind Mari of you? Or are you out of her memory for the foreseeable future?
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