Adversarial Aunt
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
While reliving some of these past blunders may have been slightly painful for you, at least you could tell you were entertaining your soon-to-be inlaws with them. And after all, you were still alive to tell the tale so weren’t too traumatized by any of these admittedly funny events.
“Fascinating, Jake, really. I’m relieved to hear that you can at least survive all of these random accidents that happen to you. After all if you’re going to be staying with the four of us we can’t guarantee that things like that won’t happen” Kimberly shot you a subtle look as she said that, but simultaneously you could tell by the tone of her voice that you were inch by inch changing her opinion on you. Feeling confident that your story telling method was working well you figured you would sit here all day and answer the Smalls’ questions until they were satisfied!
You were hoping that either Sophie or Maddie would ask you a more lighthearted question next, but sadly Kimberly’s commanding voice rang out once more.
“Now, Jake, you’ve really piqued my interest with these stories I must admit. Hearing about how you must be constantly vigilant and clever to escape situations that would just be everyday events for us normal-sized women is quite intriguing. That being said, I must ask, have you ever been willing to stand up for yourself and even engage in any sort of conflict? Or do you just try to stay out of everyone’s way?”
You could tell by the tone shift of Kimberly’s question that this was yet another important matter to address. It made sense after all, to a woman as imposing as Kimberly it must be important to be able to fight when the situation calls for it.
“Well, for the most part you’re right I try to avoid conflict in general. I’m generally a pretty even-tempered and relaxed guy… but when push comes to shove I’m not afraid of standing up for myself either! Let me tell you a story about my Aunt Tara…”
As you said your Aunt’s name you saw Cassie’s face turn from blushing and smiling due to the previous story into immediate annoyance. You’ve told Cassie about your Aunt Tara numerous times in the past, almost none of the stories about her were positive. To put it bluntly, Tara was the most horrific combination of boisterous, conceited, and selfish that you could imagine. While she was rarely outwardly cruel to you, she would constantly belittle you or make rude jokes at your expense whenever you had a family gathering. You had definitely known giantesses in your life who wished to physically harm you more than Tara, but never have you met a woman who gave you less respect than your absolute jerk of an Aunt.
(FLASHBACK BEGINS)
It was the Fourth of July, 2010, you were 14 years old. Ironically, you would hit a “growth spurt” two years later, if you could even call it that. But at this point you stood at an outright laughable 8 inches tall. Your mom was hosting a pool party and barbeque that day, and had invited a number of your relatives and neighbors to join. Since discovering your squishy abilities seven years prior, your mom had been slowly relaxing her vigilant gaze over you with each passing day. While this inevitably led to more and more accidents between the two of you, as well as you and countless other women, you were grateful to at least feel some semblance of freedom as well.
However, with this increased freedom came the requirement of being able to handle yourself in big gatherings such as this party since she wouldn’t be around constantly to keep track of your wellbeing. For the most part this was no sweat, you knew practically everyone at the party to be nice enough to you. Unfortunately for you though, there was exactly one person you did have to worry about, your Aunt Tara.
You were currently perched on a nearby short wall, doing your best to stay at least a few feet off the ground to avoid any errant steps from party goers. But as you scanned the party and saw your Aunt sitting happily at a folding table, burger in one hand and beer in the other, you couldn’t help but feel your blood boil. Deep down you knew that if you just avoided her that your day would turn out infinitely better, but the sheer level of disrespect that your Aunt gave you inspired this incessant need to argue with her at any given opportunity. Being the most arrogant and stubborn woman you had ever known, she was likely the absolute worst person to argue with. But something inside of you had you convinced that if you could ever win an argument against this woman that she would be forced to give you some semblance of respect!
Hopping off of the little wall you were on you began your trek towards Tara, taking your time to dodge a few flip flops and bare feet along the way. As you reached the base of the table you noticed a few loose table cloth threads that you would be able to climb up and reach her. After all, starting an argument off at foot level just sounded like a terrible idea overall. Before beginning your ascent you pulled out a few talking points that you had written on notecards in your back pocket. Today you were going to confront Tara about the environment, and more specifically her carbon footprint. You knew that your Aunt couldn’t care less about the environment, hell she showed up to the party today in a literal Hummer! But to you it was the most important topic in the world. You figured that combining your genuine passion for the subject with a fair amount of research prepared meant that there was no way you would lose the argument today! You reviewed your notecards for another minute before putting them away, steeling your nerves, and climbing up the tablecloth onto the table.
It took a few minutes but you soon reached the tabletop and got your first look at Tara that day. Involuntarily you rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they might just roll into the back of your head. Her hair was bleached blonde, but clearly not recently as you could see her true brown roots growing in at the same time. Her face was covered almost completely by an enormous pair of gaudy sunglasses. Practically the only part of her face that was visible was her mouth, at least it was visible in between massive bites of her burger and chugs on her can of beer. Now looking at her body, it pissed you off even more so that this woman was somehow still quite attractive. Her gluttonous habits that she was currently displaying somehow only sent the weight towards her hips and bust, leaving her with a small amount of extra weight, but distributed in the most fortunate way possible. Her skin was an unnatural shade of tan that was no doubt due to a spray or tanning bed. And to top it all off, her sizable assets were being covered by an inappropriately small American flag patterned bikini. Regardless of the scandalous way she showed herself off, she was your Aunt after all so you felt no actual attraction towards this woman. Walking across the table, at 9 inches tall it wasn’t like you were bug-sized so Tara took notice of you immediately. She took her sunglasses off and popped the last bite of her burger into her mouth, immediately beginning to speak while chewing.
“Hey pipsqueak!” She muffled out disgustingly over her full mouth, before thankfully swallowing and continuing, “Not gonna lie I fully expected you to be squashed flat by this time during the party so good job I guess!” Tara laughed heartily and reached out with her hand to give you what she thought would be a noogie. Immediately her massive hand knocked you over effortlessly, vastly overpowering your standing position without her even trying. She luckily saw this and didn’t press down further, recoiling her hand and continuing to talk, “Whoops sorry short-stuff, you’re just like light as a feather! I mean damn you sure you ain’t shrinking nowadays? I swear even my boob is twice the size of you!” She promptly cupped one massive, bikini clad breast in her hand and hoisted it in the air briefly before breaking into another round of laughter. You took the moment to stand yourself back up and brush yourself off. In reality you had grown roughly an inch since she had last seen you, the only thing was that so had she. Her ridiculously lucky genetics meant that the weight she had gained had gone straight to her breasts and ass.
Getting your mind back on track you steeled yourself and began talking, albeit in a fairly nervous manner.
“Hello, Aunt Tara. I have actually grown an inch since we last saw each other. It seems like you have gained a few inches… in other areas besides height though.”
Your Aunt narrowed her eyes and smirked before responding, “Heh good one shrimp, but when I gain an inch I just get hotter and hotter, if you ever gained an inch it would practically double your height.” Tara laughed at her own joke again before taking a large triumphant swig of her beer. Immediately her demeaning insult stung you much worse than you did to her, so deciding personal attacks wasn’t going to get you anywhere you began to talk about the points you had prepared.
“Fascinating, Jake, really. I’m relieved to hear that you can at least survive all of these random accidents that happen to you. After all if you’re going to be staying with the four of us we can’t guarantee that things like that won’t happen” Kimberly shot you a subtle look as she said that, but simultaneously you could tell by the tone of her voice that you were inch by inch changing her opinion on you. Feeling confident that your story telling method was working well you figured you would sit here all day and answer the Smalls’ questions until they were satisfied!
You were hoping that either Sophie or Maddie would ask you a more lighthearted question next, but sadly Kimberly’s commanding voice rang out once more.
“Now, Jake, you’ve really piqued my interest with these stories I must admit. Hearing about how you must be constantly vigilant and clever to escape situations that would just be everyday events for us normal-sized women is quite intriguing. That being said, I must ask, have you ever been willing to stand up for yourself and even engage in any sort of conflict? Or do you just try to stay out of everyone’s way?”
You could tell by the tone shift of Kimberly’s question that this was yet another important matter to address. It made sense after all, to a woman as imposing as Kimberly it must be important to be able to fight when the situation calls for it.
“Well, for the most part you’re right I try to avoid conflict in general. I’m generally a pretty even-tempered and relaxed guy… but when push comes to shove I’m not afraid of standing up for myself either! Let me tell you a story about my Aunt Tara…”
As you said your Aunt’s name you saw Cassie’s face turn from blushing and smiling due to the previous story into immediate annoyance. You’ve told Cassie about your Aunt Tara numerous times in the past, almost none of the stories about her were positive. To put it bluntly, Tara was the most horrific combination of boisterous, conceited, and selfish that you could imagine. While she was rarely outwardly cruel to you, she would constantly belittle you or make rude jokes at your expense whenever you had a family gathering. You had definitely known giantesses in your life who wished to physically harm you more than Tara, but never have you met a woman who gave you less respect than your absolute jerk of an Aunt.
(FLASHBACK BEGINS)
It was the Fourth of July, 2010, you were 14 years old. Ironically, you would hit a “growth spurt” two years later, if you could even call it that. But at this point you stood at an outright laughable 8 inches tall. Your mom was hosting a pool party and barbeque that day, and had invited a number of your relatives and neighbors to join. Since discovering your squishy abilities seven years prior, your mom had been slowly relaxing her vigilant gaze over you with each passing day. While this inevitably led to more and more accidents between the two of you, as well as you and countless other women, you were grateful to at least feel some semblance of freedom as well.
However, with this increased freedom came the requirement of being able to handle yourself in big gatherings such as this party since she wouldn’t be around constantly to keep track of your wellbeing. For the most part this was no sweat, you knew practically everyone at the party to be nice enough to you. Unfortunately for you though, there was exactly one person you did have to worry about, your Aunt Tara.
You were currently perched on a nearby short wall, doing your best to stay at least a few feet off the ground to avoid any errant steps from party goers. But as you scanned the party and saw your Aunt sitting happily at a folding table, burger in one hand and beer in the other, you couldn’t help but feel your blood boil. Deep down you knew that if you just avoided her that your day would turn out infinitely better, but the sheer level of disrespect that your Aunt gave you inspired this incessant need to argue with her at any given opportunity. Being the most arrogant and stubborn woman you had ever known, she was likely the absolute worst person to argue with. But something inside of you had you convinced that if you could ever win an argument against this woman that she would be forced to give you some semblance of respect!
Hopping off of the little wall you were on you began your trek towards Tara, taking your time to dodge a few flip flops and bare feet along the way. As you reached the base of the table you noticed a few loose table cloth threads that you would be able to climb up and reach her. After all, starting an argument off at foot level just sounded like a terrible idea overall. Before beginning your ascent you pulled out a few talking points that you had written on notecards in your back pocket. Today you were going to confront Tara about the environment, and more specifically her carbon footprint. You knew that your Aunt couldn’t care less about the environment, hell she showed up to the party today in a literal Hummer! But to you it was the most important topic in the world. You figured that combining your genuine passion for the subject with a fair amount of research prepared meant that there was no way you would lose the argument today! You reviewed your notecards for another minute before putting them away, steeling your nerves, and climbing up the tablecloth onto the table.
It took a few minutes but you soon reached the tabletop and got your first look at Tara that day. Involuntarily you rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they might just roll into the back of your head. Her hair was bleached blonde, but clearly not recently as you could see her true brown roots growing in at the same time. Her face was covered almost completely by an enormous pair of gaudy sunglasses. Practically the only part of her face that was visible was her mouth, at least it was visible in between massive bites of her burger and chugs on her can of beer. Now looking at her body, it pissed you off even more so that this woman was somehow still quite attractive. Her gluttonous habits that she was currently displaying somehow only sent the weight towards her hips and bust, leaving her with a small amount of extra weight, but distributed in the most fortunate way possible. Her skin was an unnatural shade of tan that was no doubt due to a spray or tanning bed. And to top it all off, her sizable assets were being covered by an inappropriately small American flag patterned bikini. Regardless of the scandalous way she showed herself off, she was your Aunt after all so you felt no actual attraction towards this woman. Walking across the table, at 9 inches tall it wasn’t like you were bug-sized so Tara took notice of you immediately. She took her sunglasses off and popped the last bite of her burger into her mouth, immediately beginning to speak while chewing.
“Hey pipsqueak!” She muffled out disgustingly over her full mouth, before thankfully swallowing and continuing, “Not gonna lie I fully expected you to be squashed flat by this time during the party so good job I guess!” Tara laughed heartily and reached out with her hand to give you what she thought would be a noogie. Immediately her massive hand knocked you over effortlessly, vastly overpowering your standing position without her even trying. She luckily saw this and didn’t press down further, recoiling her hand and continuing to talk, “Whoops sorry short-stuff, you’re just like light as a feather! I mean damn you sure you ain’t shrinking nowadays? I swear even my boob is twice the size of you!” She promptly cupped one massive, bikini clad breast in her hand and hoisted it in the air briefly before breaking into another round of laughter. You took the moment to stand yourself back up and brush yourself off. In reality you had grown roughly an inch since she had last seen you, the only thing was that so had she. Her ridiculously lucky genetics meant that the weight she had gained had gone straight to her breasts and ass.
Getting your mind back on track you steeled yourself and began talking, albeit in a fairly nervous manner.
“Hello, Aunt Tara. I have actually grown an inch since we last saw each other. It seems like you have gained a few inches… in other areas besides height though.”
Your Aunt narrowed her eyes and smirked before responding, “Heh good one shrimp, but when I gain an inch I just get hotter and hotter, if you ever gained an inch it would practically double your height.” Tara laughed at her own joke again before taking a large triumphant swig of her beer. Immediately her demeaning insult stung you much worse than you did to her, so deciding personal attacks wasn’t going to get you anywhere you began to talk about the points you had prepared.
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