You'd waged a lifelong battle against the unstoppable pull Cass's form seemed to have on you. It felt as though an invisible thread was bound tightly around your waist, ceaselessly pulling you towards her, each encounter serving as a painful reminder of your entanglement together. Whether she unknowingly settled atop your hapless frame moments after arriving at your home, or you found yourself taking a tumble into the abyss of her shoes courtesy of raw bad-luck, the tug of that thread remained relentless and agonizing. Yet time and time again your resilience always won out and you'd managed to retain your distance as an independent being, capable of maintaining some semblance of a normal tiny's life.
But then, things changed. Rather than enjoying toying with you via Cass's sporadic visits, fate had grown tired of the game entirely, opting to just break you in one swift stroke. No longer would you endure tugs towards Cass, instead the string would transform into a jetpack, rocketing you right into Cass at breakneck speed. Perfectly utilizing the usual suspects, Lauren and Rio had played their parts flawlessly, unwitting agents in fate's game of bringing you and Cass together. Your whole life had led up to this point, your true fate to be an inanimate tool at your aunt's disposal, the perfect accessory in aid of her divine form.
While Cass had in fact gotten word that her precious, albeit incredibly distant, nephew hadn't turned up for a few days, that had been so many months ago! As a matter of fact, you'd gotten to overhear aforementioned call, Lauren noting with a giggle that little Matty was "playing his usual game of hide and seek" and that they'd "see him when they see him,". Cass had simply laughed and agreed, having heard plenty about the kind of antics the young boy could get up to! With no singular mention of you since that point, you really hadn't popped up in her mind!
Though a mere three months had elapsed since your arrival at Cass's home, your mind had already broken beneath the relentless demands her usage placed upon you. Rare were the moments when Cass's enamored hands weren't upon you, utilizing you to the fullest, and when you were alone, you found yourself sealed in darkness; whether sloshing about in her washing machine, hung out to dry in her bathroom, or packed tightly within the stuffy confines of some gym bag or suitcase, it almost made you whine for Cass's return just to put an end to the monotonous solitude. Although each and every time you wished for that, you instantly came to eat your words as you were reminded the brutality being in Cass's possession entailed.
The incoming slaps of Cass's soles against cool bathroom tile sounded off her arrival most mornings, more often than not accompanied by a melodious hum or a cute yawn, yet you still felt nothing but sheer dread as she grew nearer. With each pounding step, the blurry visage of her innocent yet daunting form came into focus, slowly unveiling her loving, unknowing smile.
Eyes locking on yours, a minuscule spark of hope would occasionally burn in your heart, that Cass was seeing you for who you really were. But then, as Cass's fingers grabbed at your body, she'd so often elicit some soft, affectionate praise. "There's my lovely little towel," she'd speak fondly among dozens of other sweet musings, her voice imbued with genuine warmth and admiration, despite all within her vision being a great gift from a treasured friend.
In that instant, each time your broken spirit was shattered anew, reminded that your identity had become irreparably altered to just 'great towel', whisked away for whatever suitable needs Cass's mind could think up for you to deal with that day.
Today had felt no different, a fierce gust of wind billowing your towel form as Cass flung open the door to her bathroom. "Time for another busy day, my trusty towel!" Her voice always so chipper and upbeat. "Hmmm, that's strange..." Cass hummed softly, her fingers delicately brushing along the long expanse of your torso. "Huh, from a deep ruby red to more....rose," her lips pursing.
Your aunt had been right, the once vibrant red coloring had faded into a dark pink, and there were even some lighter splotches where the dye had particularly faded(two round splotches where her booty usually resided, namely). Cass clicked her tongue before scooping you off the rack, digging a fingernail into you harshly as she checked the resiliency of the dye. "Well it's certainly as soft and plush as ever!" Cass chuckled, "Maybe it improves as it gets broken in!" she muttered idly.
Shrugging off the novel change, you were flung across her shoulder and brought along as Cass went right to work in utilizing you to the fullest, the brief mention of your tone changing spiking your interest, before being forgotten by you immediately as the far more pressing issue of surviving being buried beneath Cass's meteoric, bikini-clad ass presented itself.
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