Put to Good Use
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
After telling such a riveting story about your trials with Tara, you had the entire Smalls family enthralled. Each one taking an interest in another facet of your story. It seemed evident that they all wanted to ask you specific questions about your past, and you figured you didn't have much of a choice other than to just sit there and listen to them. If it meant that you were slowly but surely winning them over then you would tell these tales til the end of time. Or at least, until everyone figured out something else to do.
First to ask you another question was actually Sophie! Speaking up in her chipper voice she said,
"Wow I can't believe all the crazy stuff that's happened to you! Your stories are so cool!" Sophie said with a giggle before continuing, "I gotta know, have you ever been like used as an object or something like that!? I'm sorry if that's too personal but I always find it so funny in old cartoons when a character would transform into something entirely different! It was just so wacky and fun, I loved it!”
You grimaced internally but hid the feeling on the outside. Sophie’s near childlike wonder and happiness with which she asked the question hid did not match the terrible times in which you were used more like an inanimate object than a human being. In reality, it was one of the most humiliating types of experiences that you had been subjected to in your life. After all, being squashed in one way or another was tough on its own, but quite literally serving the purpose of a random item was one of the most dehumanizing aspects of your life. Like the rest of the quirks that came along with your bizarre life, you had sadly grown accustomed to it over the years, but by no means did you ever come near enjoying it. Despite these true feelings boiling up inside of you from just hearing the question, you knew that satiating Sophie's interest would be a much better option than awkwardly avoiding the topic entirely.
"Heh, yeah Sophie, I actually do have quite a few of those stories as well. Lots of women over the years have kind of used me as you put it, some of the times being worse than others. In fact... the entire reason that I went to the same college as Cassie despite it being so far away from my hometown was due to this very thing." Gauging the room briefly it seemed you once again had the Smalls women entranced. Maybe becoming some sort of motivational speaker would be a solid career choice for you. All jokes aside you continued,
"You see, over the years that I grew up my mom began to worry less and less about me. Part of this was due to my Aunt Tara's influence, but part of it was just the natural progression of her recognizing me growing up. By no means did she ever start to treat me like Tara did, but it was safe to say that she eased up on the paranoia about my well being as time passed. Accidents between us became increasingly more common, and as a result, her reactions to finding me in these predicaments mellowed out as well. All of this came to a critical point right around when I was 16 years old... when she started to use me."
Except for Cassie, who had heard this from you before, the rest of the Smalls women's mouths opened in shock. Even Kimberly's normally calm and collected demeanor had shifted to being stunned. You knew that opening yourself up to further questioning would only complicate the matter so you decided to jump right into the tale.
"From age 16 up until I was 18 and leaving for college, her using me as replacements for everyday items became terrifyingly common. Again I need to stress that she never did it malevolently, more like she never understood quite how tough the whole process was on me. And sadly on my part, I never really had the guts to tell her no. I felt like I love and respected my mom too much to deny any of her requests... as any family should!"
Kimberly's face contorted ever so slightly into a contented smile, one which you were elated to witness even though your attempt at flattery was a bit heavy handed.
"So I guess the place that I should start would be the very first time she ever asked to use me..."
(Flashback Begins)
It was nearly 8 years ago, you were 16 years old and not quite full height at 10 inches tall. It was a Saturday sometime in the Spring and you were out in the backyard planting some vegetables as a hobby to do with you and your mom. Well to be honest she was doing most of the work, your job was to stand by and hold the seeds and saplings that would be dumped into the soil. The various trowels and shovels that she was using to dig holes with were many times bigger and heavier than you were, so using them in any efficient way would be impossible. As your mom dug away and prepared each plant to be planted, you naturally were bored out of your mind. Looking up at your mom in what would be your 5th attempt now at asking if you could leave, you noticed how exhausted she looked. Sweat poured down her face and began to darken her white tank top, even beginning to show on parts of the old blue jeans that she was wearing. However the most noticeable thing of all was the fact that her long brown hair fell all over her face every time she bent over. Taking this as an opportunity to poke fun at your mom and perhaps alleviate some of the monotonous boredom you had been feeling you spoke up to her in the most theatric voice you could,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
Your mom cracked a smile while striking the dirt beside you two with a shovel, "Very funny, Jake. I get it I need a haircut, it's so annoyingly long right now and I couldn't find a single hair tie in the house. I feel like I could work 10 times faster if I could just tie my stupid hair up."
Hearing that you could be done with this boring task quicker, your mind came quickly to the idea of you sitting on top of her head holding her hair up like some snake charmer. "Put me up there maybe I can keep that wild mane in check while you work! After all I'm not doing much down here anyway."
Your mom looked down at you stopped what she was doing, her eyes opening wide with more surprise than you had initially expected. "Uhh really, Jake? I mean I know you can do some incredible things with your unique characteristics, but I wouldn't want you to put yourself through all of that just to help me out!"
Not understanding your mom's apparent apprehension, you doubled down, "It's not a big deal at all! Get me up there and that way we can finish all this quicker too so I can go back to playing games inside. It's a win-win for both of us."
Your mom took another second to process what you were saying, and you began to wonder what was holding her up so much about literally placing you on top of her head. Sure it was a bit strange, but based on the amount of time you've underneath, attached to, or worst of all inside of your mom over the years it really wasn't all that ridiculous. She finally responded, "Well, okay! This is really helpful, Jake! I appreciate that you are willing to do things like this for me now!" As she continued talking she dropped the shovel and bent over to pick you up. "To be completely honest I've had a few times in the past where you would have come in quite handy but I never knew how you would react if I just up and asked! But know I know and I just have to say it's great to have this as an option."
As your mom finished her lengthy diatribe, you were carried not towards the top of her head, but right in front of her instead. Utterly confused about what was happening, you looked up at your mom just long enough to see her smiling face be replaced by her massive hands. It was at that exact moment that you realized that there must have been a critical misunderstanding between what you were signing up for and what your mom wanted.
Immediately your gummy legs were bent backwards and you felt your body be rolled up into a hooplike shape. Then, still silently your mom pinched her fingers together forcefully, sealing your limbs together in this position. It was a rather quick transformation, but effective handiwork on the part of your mom. She had coiled your body into itself and in a matter of seconds had turned you from human into a makeshift hair tie!
"Thanks again, Jake! This is so nice of you, I'll be done in a jiff!" Your mom said cheerily, giving you one last look before swinging you up behind her head. You couldn't believe what was happening. Somehow you had given your mom the impression that you had offered to be used as her personal hair tie. You had of course been used in the past by some of the less kind women in your life, but this time was different. If even your mom could now use you as an item instead of treating you like a person, what hope did you have of living a normal life? In a cosmically twisted way of answering your question, your mom deftly stretched you out slightly before looping her long brown hair through your new form. Perhaps you really were cursed to a life of torture from each and every giantess in your life...
(Flashback End)
"To make the rest of the story short, she used me as a hair tie for the rest of the gardening, which ended up taking two excruciatingly long hours. Then she went to the grocery store... and book club with her friends... then got something to eat all with me up there. I could see clear as day but from the position I was in my mouth never reformed. Luckily when she took me off to get in the shower she placed me on the counter, and as she stepped out she finally saw my still visible and frankly sunburnt face looking up at her."
Sophie somehow giggled the entire way through your story, Kimberly looked evidently like her brain was racing with ideas, and Maddie looked nearly as shocked as Cassie was the first time you told her this. This was only the precursor to the story you meant to tell Sophie.
The tale you wished to tell of your mom using you was...
First to ask you another question was actually Sophie! Speaking up in her chipper voice she said,
"Wow I can't believe all the crazy stuff that's happened to you! Your stories are so cool!" Sophie said with a giggle before continuing, "I gotta know, have you ever been like used as an object or something like that!? I'm sorry if that's too personal but I always find it so funny in old cartoons when a character would transform into something entirely different! It was just so wacky and fun, I loved it!”
You grimaced internally but hid the feeling on the outside. Sophie’s near childlike wonder and happiness with which she asked the question hid did not match the terrible times in which you were used more like an inanimate object than a human being. In reality, it was one of the most humiliating types of experiences that you had been subjected to in your life. After all, being squashed in one way or another was tough on its own, but quite literally serving the purpose of a random item was one of the most dehumanizing aspects of your life. Like the rest of the quirks that came along with your bizarre life, you had sadly grown accustomed to it over the years, but by no means did you ever come near enjoying it. Despite these true feelings boiling up inside of you from just hearing the question, you knew that satiating Sophie's interest would be a much better option than awkwardly avoiding the topic entirely.
"Heh, yeah Sophie, I actually do have quite a few of those stories as well. Lots of women over the years have kind of used me as you put it, some of the times being worse than others. In fact... the entire reason that I went to the same college as Cassie despite it being so far away from my hometown was due to this very thing." Gauging the room briefly it seemed you once again had the Smalls women entranced. Maybe becoming some sort of motivational speaker would be a solid career choice for you. All jokes aside you continued,
"You see, over the years that I grew up my mom began to worry less and less about me. Part of this was due to my Aunt Tara's influence, but part of it was just the natural progression of her recognizing me growing up. By no means did she ever start to treat me like Tara did, but it was safe to say that she eased up on the paranoia about my well being as time passed. Accidents between us became increasingly more common, and as a result, her reactions to finding me in these predicaments mellowed out as well. All of this came to a critical point right around when I was 16 years old... when she started to use me."
Except for Cassie, who had heard this from you before, the rest of the Smalls women's mouths opened in shock. Even Kimberly's normally calm and collected demeanor had shifted to being stunned. You knew that opening yourself up to further questioning would only complicate the matter so you decided to jump right into the tale.
"From age 16 up until I was 18 and leaving for college, her using me as replacements for everyday items became terrifyingly common. Again I need to stress that she never did it malevolently, more like she never understood quite how tough the whole process was on me. And sadly on my part, I never really had the guts to tell her no. I felt like I love and respected my mom too much to deny any of her requests... as any family should!"
Kimberly's face contorted ever so slightly into a contented smile, one which you were elated to witness even though your attempt at flattery was a bit heavy handed.
"So I guess the place that I should start would be the very first time she ever asked to use me..."
(Flashback Begins)
It was nearly 8 years ago, you were 16 years old and not quite full height at 10 inches tall. It was a Saturday sometime in the Spring and you were out in the backyard planting some vegetables as a hobby to do with you and your mom. Well to be honest she was doing most of the work, your job was to stand by and hold the seeds and saplings that would be dumped into the soil. The various trowels and shovels that she was using to dig holes with were many times bigger and heavier than you were, so using them in any efficient way would be impossible. As your mom dug away and prepared each plant to be planted, you naturally were bored out of your mind. Looking up at your mom in what would be your 5th attempt now at asking if you could leave, you noticed how exhausted she looked. Sweat poured down her face and began to darken her white tank top, even beginning to show on parts of the old blue jeans that she was wearing. However the most noticeable thing of all was the fact that her long brown hair fell all over her face every time she bent over. Taking this as an opportunity to poke fun at your mom and perhaps alleviate some of the monotonous boredom you had been feeling you spoke up to her in the most theatric voice you could,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
Your mom cracked a smile while striking the dirt beside you two with a shovel, "Very funny, Jake. I get it I need a haircut, it's so annoyingly long right now and I couldn't find a single hair tie in the house. I feel like I could work 10 times faster if I could just tie my stupid hair up."
Hearing that you could be done with this boring task quicker, your mind came quickly to the idea of you sitting on top of her head holding her hair up like some snake charmer. "Put me up there maybe I can keep that wild mane in check while you work! After all I'm not doing much down here anyway."
Your mom looked down at you stopped what she was doing, her eyes opening wide with more surprise than you had initially expected. "Uhh really, Jake? I mean I know you can do some incredible things with your unique characteristics, but I wouldn't want you to put yourself through all of that just to help me out!"
Not understanding your mom's apparent apprehension, you doubled down, "It's not a big deal at all! Get me up there and that way we can finish all this quicker too so I can go back to playing games inside. It's a win-win for both of us."
Your mom took another second to process what you were saying, and you began to wonder what was holding her up so much about literally placing you on top of her head. Sure it was a bit strange, but based on the amount of time you've underneath, attached to, or worst of all inside of your mom over the years it really wasn't all that ridiculous. She finally responded, "Well, okay! This is really helpful, Jake! I appreciate that you are willing to do things like this for me now!" As she continued talking she dropped the shovel and bent over to pick you up. "To be completely honest I've had a few times in the past where you would have come in quite handy but I never knew how you would react if I just up and asked! But know I know and I just have to say it's great to have this as an option."
As your mom finished her lengthy diatribe, you were carried not towards the top of her head, but right in front of her instead. Utterly confused about what was happening, you looked up at your mom just long enough to see her smiling face be replaced by her massive hands. It was at that exact moment that you realized that there must have been a critical misunderstanding between what you were signing up for and what your mom wanted.
Immediately your gummy legs were bent backwards and you felt your body be rolled up into a hooplike shape. Then, still silently your mom pinched her fingers together forcefully, sealing your limbs together in this position. It was a rather quick transformation, but effective handiwork on the part of your mom. She had coiled your body into itself and in a matter of seconds had turned you from human into a makeshift hair tie!
"Thanks again, Jake! This is so nice of you, I'll be done in a jiff!" Your mom said cheerily, giving you one last look before swinging you up behind her head. You couldn't believe what was happening. Somehow you had given your mom the impression that you had offered to be used as her personal hair tie. You had of course been used in the past by some of the less kind women in your life, but this time was different. If even your mom could now use you as an item instead of treating you like a person, what hope did you have of living a normal life? In a cosmically twisted way of answering your question, your mom deftly stretched you out slightly before looping her long brown hair through your new form. Perhaps you really were cursed to a life of torture from each and every giantess in your life...
(Flashback End)
"To make the rest of the story short, she used me as a hair tie for the rest of the gardening, which ended up taking two excruciatingly long hours. Then she went to the grocery store... and book club with her friends... then got something to eat all with me up there. I could see clear as day but from the position I was in my mouth never reformed. Luckily when she took me off to get in the shower she placed me on the counter, and as she stepped out she finally saw my still visible and frankly sunburnt face looking up at her."
Sophie somehow giggled the entire way through your story, Kimberly looked evidently like her brain was racing with ideas, and Maddie looked nearly as shocked as Cassie was the first time you told her this. This was only the precursor to the story you meant to tell Sophie.
The tale you wished to tell of your mom using you was...
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