As you finished reforming and the fogginess in your mind faded, you recalled what you had been planning to do today. Or, perhaps it was more accurate to say 'what someone else wanted to do with you'.
From the minute she'd moved in a month ago, your older cousin Inez had made it her mission in life to 'toughen you up' at any and every opportunity. In the past, she'd held a similar view towards you, never showing you mercy and gladly stomping or squishing you if she felt it could somehow 'teach you a lesson' or 'help you get better at reforming' or some such. But her rate of acting this way had multiplied exponentially now that you lived under the same roof as her, and she'd positioned herself as your unceasing drill instructor.
It didn't seem to matter to Inez that her treatment of you wasn't necessary, and was often more a hinderance to your health and safety than a boon. No matter how many times you tried to tell her you were a grown woman and could take care of yourself, Inez would still shake her head, say 'everyone has room to get stronger', then crush you underfoot. If anything, it almost felt like she was, in a warped sense of retribution, trying to 'pay you back' for letting her and Carmine live with you and your wife by treating you this way. Such was she so thoroughly convinced that her tough-love was warranted and enjoyed that she genuinely believed you were, despite thousands of times saying otherwise, secretly appreciative of her efforts.
And so it was with no small amount of trepidation that you remembered you were going to be spending the day with Inez today. Because of a prank Carmine pulled the other day (which had lead to you spending the better part of ten hours ironed into Inez's panties), your older cousin had berated your 'carelessness' and said you clearly needed another day of tough-love training with her. She hadn't really been poised to take 'no' for an answer, so you'd begrudgingly accepted. And now today, your fate rested basically entirely in her hands.
There was a small silver lining, however, which was that Inez was planning on taking you over to her long-time girlfriend's apartment, and both her girlfriend and her girlfriend's college-aged daughter (from a previous marriage) were bright spots in the sometimes problematically-inclined circle of giantesses you spent a lot of time with.
Once you reformed, you helped yourself to a few bites to eat that you were able to scrounge up (left out on accident by your wonderfully airheaded wife, bless her ditzy heart), and then you made it to the living room just in time to see Inez descend the stairs and approach you. As she approached, you took in the sight of her.
Inez's beauty was constantly stunning. All of the women in your family line were utterly gorgeous, but Inez's ability to so effortlessly straddle the line of both curves and muscles was amazing. Her voluptuous figure was married beautifully with her toned arms and legs, and the strength inherent in the muscle that lay underneath her expansive curves, like it was lying in wait to catch off guard anyone who underestimated her. And, currently, Inez was showing her beauty off in a presumably-professional pencil skirt (the size of her rear rendering the skirt quite scandalous) and a button-up blouse (whose buttons looked set to pop free around her bust).
Scooping down to pick you up, Inez gave you a rare approving nod. "Ready to go, I see. Good hustle. Let's head out, then."
Grabbing her bag, Inez placed you on her shoulder and headed out of the house and to her car. Once at her car, you slid down her arm and into the empty cupholder with the crusty piece of months-old gum from Carmine. That slight grossness beat the alternative, though, as Inez slammed her coffee cup into the other cupholder, without so much as a glance downward. And boy, had getting seared alive by that steaming cup during one particularly long drive more than pathologically conditioned you to never set foot in that cupholder again.
After about a twenty minute drive, you and your cousin arrived at the apartment complex that Inez's girlfriend lived in. It was a nice complex, complete with a pool and hot tub for residents, and each apartment unit was relatively sizable. You scrambled back up onto Inez's shoulder as your cousin exited her car (in double-time, as she'd genuinely have left you in the car without a care had you been too slow to move), and then held onto a strand of her hair as she walked up two flights of stairs to her girlfriend's place.
After politely knocking at the door (which, you had to admit, was charmingly old-fashioned, as anyone else probably would've just texted), Inez and you waited about ten seconds until the door swung open, and you were greeted by the sight of--
"Aah, Nezzy!" A high-pitched, melodic voice cried out with glee, as a blur of a woman's shape rushed out from inside the apartment and slammed right into your cousin, crushing her in a hug. Or, rather, given the height disparity between the two women, it was a little more reasonable to say that the shorter woman was crushing her face into your cousin's breasts.
Inez rolled her eyes. "It's been two days, Sloane. This feels unnecessary."
"Unnecessary?" The shorter, passionate redhead gasped. "I'm dating the greatest woman in the world, how can I not get excited every time I see you?" She said, though her point was maybe slightly belabored by how muffled her voice was with her mouth smooshed up against her partner's boobs.
Inez patiently allowed her girlfriend another minute to hug her, then pulled her back and bent down to reach her level. The two women shared a long kiss, which you watched from Inez's shoulder, your heart always warmed by seeing the two doting women having intimate moments like this. For as much as Inez could grind your gears from time to time, she really came alive around Sloane, and it was really wholesome to see. The two were obviously head-over-heels for each other, and hadn't lost an ounce of luster over the eight years they'd been dating.
When they pulled back from their kiss, you took a moment to look at Sloane closer.
Sloane Burton was a vision, as always. Her hourglass physique, combined with her own substantial toned muscle, was very similar to Inez, which made sense as your cousin had absolutely had a hand in upping Sloane's physical exercise routine. Sloane's vibrant red hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her curves were on full display in an alluring crimson-hued minidress, one that had both a plunging neckline and a daringly short hem. Her plump lips glistened with maroon lipstick.
As if noticing your staring, Sloane's eyes suddenly gleamed as she spotted you. "Aah, and little Allegra is here too! This day just keeps getting better!"
"Hi, Sloane." You raised a hand. "It's nice to see--"
Before you could finish, Sloane grabbed you from your cousin's shoulder, and whipped you up to her face. And before you could catch your breath from that, the woman had puckered her lips, and was bringing you in for a landing. Your eyes widened, even as your brain knew you should've expected this.
With a wince, your body collided with Sloane's puckered lips, her mouth easily dominating your inch-tall body. Your entire being was consumed by her slick, soft lips, dapples of lipstick sticking to your body, and trace strands of saliva coating you as Sloane's lips enveloped your entire being. As they always did, Sloane's kisses sent your heart racing, no one in the world able to fluster others as efficiently as Sloane Burton, and you had to gasp to steady your breathing as she finally pulled back after over a minute of kissing.
Sloane giggled at the sight of your exhausted self. "Oh, I'm sorry, Allegra! You know how carried away I get!" She laughed again, and that sentence was certainly an understatement of the highest degree. Sloane flirted with anything and everything that moved, and she had a particular soft spot for tinies. She didn't flirt with the intention of stealing partners or truly making a romantic move, of course, it was more just a fun pastime for her.
The two women then entered the apartment, with Sloane setting you down on a table in the hallway. The rest of the apartment was visible from there, which included Sloane's bedroom, her daughter's bedroom, an exercise room set up by Inez, the bathroom, and then the kitchen and living area. Giving you another coy wink, Sloane sauntered off, and Inez followed after her. At least that gave you time to completely calm down from Sloane's kiss, and also wipe yourself of her lipstick traces.
After that...
1) You're approached by Inez, who wants you to come with her to work. She's giving a house tour to a mixed-size group, and wants you to be able to offer your perspective to her clients.
2) You're approached by Sloane, who is planning on going out with Inez, but wants your help finishing applying her makeup and getting herself as perfectly ready as can be.
3) You're approached by Inez, who chastises you for slacking off and just standing around. You realize she's changed into workout attire, and that she's about to drag you into another exercise boot camp!
4) You decide to go and visit Sloane's daughter, Shaye. You always enjoy being around the younger girl, and you know how much she looks up to you (in a figurative sense, at least).
5) *Writer's Choice*
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