More Tales of Tara
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Kimberly leaned forward in her chair, an impressed expression on her face. “You handled that situation quite well, all things considered.” She admitted, which felt really good to hear her say. That good feeling didn’t last long though, as she continued. “In fact, if you’d oblige me, do you have any more stories related to your aunt? I’d love to hear how you handled someone like her on multiple occasions.”
You froze, but quickly recovered. “Um…uh…yeah. Just give me a second to think.” You paused. “There’s a lot to sift through with Tara.”
From her chair, Cassie gave you a sympathetic, pitting smile. You could still see the flash of annoyance in her eyes every time you said Tara’s name, and you morbidly wondered how THAT encounter would go down if she ever met Aunt Tara face-to-face.
Finally, you thought of a few good stories to tell. Well, they were hardly good from your perspective, but you knew it was what Kimberly wanted you to say. She wanted to hear of your exploits in handling stubborn and selfish Tara, so you’d give it to her. As a plus, Sophie and Maddie her still thoroughly entertained, so you cleared your throat and began.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
It was around the time when you were still only eight inches in height (about thirteen years old), and Tara was visiting for a few days. Minutes after arriving, she’d managed to “accidentally” kick you across the room, “unknowingly” roll her suitcase over your body, and “mistake” you for a stress toy for thirty minutes. She’d apologized after each incident, but you caught the frustratingly coy glint in her eyes.
Your mom remained oblivious to her sister’s mean-streak, viewing Tara as a nice (if frequently tipsy and a bit slovenly) woman. More worryingly, whenever your mom and Tara hung out, it was as if your mom regressed back to when she was a kid growing up and hanging out with her sister. They’d always been best friends, and when the two of them came together as adults, it was like seeing them as giggly and fun-loving teenagers all over again. You seemed to be very far from your mom’s mind when Tara was around.
Fed up with Tara’s antics after only two hours, you impatiently waited outside the bathroom that your mom was using. You wanted to confront her about Tara’s constant messing with you, and thankfully Tara herself wasn’t currently around. Your mom took longer in the bathroom than usual, but she finally emerged, and you coughed to get her attention.
Unfortunately, at the exact moment you coughed to notify your mom, Tara called from down the stairs. Her obnoxious voice drowned out your own sounds, and also grabbed your mom’s full attention. Her gaze, which had actually been about to glance down and spot you, whipped up as she angled her head towards the stairs.
“In a sec!” Your mom yelled back, taking a step out of the bathroom as she did so. Too thrown off by your cough not getting your mom’s focus, you stood still like a fool as your mom’s foot slammed down onto your body, crunching up your squishy form like an accordion and flattening you to her heel. Normally, your mom would notice such a thing, but she was in a rush to attend to whatever Tara was calling her for.
Oblivious to you, your mom thundered down the stairs, pounding you flatter and flatter each time her foot slammed into the carpet. You winced and mentally exclaimed with pain after each powerful stomp, unable to wiggle free with your mom’s constant moving. Your mom simply strolled into the living room where Tara was waiting, and plopped onto the couch beside her.
“Yeah, what’s up, Tara?” Your mom inquired. Tara shrugged.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch ‘Hangman’s Gambit’.” Tara replied. Your mom rolled her eyes.
“We watch that movie, like, three times a year! Why are you so obsessed with it?”
Tara grinned. “You know how I love mindless action flicks!” Your mom sighed, and Tara leaned back, knowing she’d convinced your mom. Truthfully, she was also a huge fan of a small scene where the main character had a nightmare where he was shrunk by the evil villainess, who proceeded to stomp him flat with her heels. The scene reminded her so much of her favorite little squishy nephew, and even better, your mom never seemed to pay attention to that scene at all, letting Tara easily keep this secret.
Your mom, without warning, hefted up her legs and plopped them down onto Tara’s lap, letting her feet rest on her sister’s thighs. “I agree to watch the film, but only if you give me a foot massage. My feet are killing me.”
Tara was a bit taken aback, and before she answered, her gaze rested on your now visible body. You’d been beaten quite a bit by your mom walking around, and weren’t much more than a sticker on her soft skin, but you were still very much visible. Tara noticed you immediately, frowned, and looked her sister in the eye.
“Uh…are you sure, sis?” She asked. Your mom smiled triumphantly.
“I’ve named my price! Prepared to pay it?” Your mom giggled innocently.
It finally dawned on Tara that your mom had no idea she’d stepped on you. Smirking from ear-to-ear, Tara rolled her shoulders. “Absolutely. Get ready for the best massage of your life!”
Your eyes widened in a panic as you heard her say that, but there was nothing you could do as your mom started up the movie, and Tara placed her warm hands against your mom’s foot. With the ease of an expert, Tara began pushing her fingers into your mom’s flesh, working her hands up and down your mom’s heel and sole.
As she worked, her thumbs pinched at your squished body and stretched you out, pulling on your squashed body. Tara fought down her triumphant smile as she kneaded her sister’s foot while simultaneously smearing your body across the entire length of your mom’s foot. Your mom, known the wiser, wiggled with pleasure and just about drifted off to sleep as your aunt worked on her foot.
You fought tooth and nail to wiggle or squirm and be noticed by your mom, or to reform and escape from Tara’s mean plan for you, but to no avail. With each passing second, she rubbed your body harder and harder, flattening you down and sticking your own sweaty skin to the crevices and pores in your mom’s foot. On top of that, her constant rubbing in circular motions was smudging away your recognizable human features, reducing you to naught by a tan smear.
(FLASHBACK END)
“Yeah, I could go on, but you get the picture.” You said, addressing the Smalls women. “By the time the movie was over, and Tara finished her massage, not even the world’s strongest microscope could tell me apart from my mom’s foot. Not that my mom spared a thought to look at her foot. She just thanked her sister and spent the rest of the day hanging out with her. I stayed crushed the whole time.
“Thankfully, I was able to break free that night, all by myself. It took over seven hours of patience and strength of will, but as my mom slept in her bed, I managed to pry myself free and finish reforming. I ran out of her room and over into Tara’s room, where I wrote her a message on some small scrap paper about how her actions hurt me, and set it on her bedside table.”
Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Very mature of you, Jake. Did she take your message well?”
You frowned. “The next morning I saw her blowing her nose into the paper and throw it away, like it was just a Kleenex. I don’t have proof, but I believe she saw it, read it, then waited for me to walk by to make a show out of ignoring it.”
Maddie gasped. “Wow dude, she sounds like a bi–” She caught her mom’s eye. “…bad person. That sucks.”
Sophie shook her head. “I would’ve pranked her back, or something. Ya know! Get some silly revenge.” She giggled. “Though I guess that’s hard at your height.”
Cassie’s disposition had darkened considerably. You were pretty sure her distaste for Aunt Tara grew into hate with each passing story, but Kimberly cut her off before you could speak.
You froze, but quickly recovered. “Um…uh…yeah. Just give me a second to think.” You paused. “There’s a lot to sift through with Tara.”
From her chair, Cassie gave you a sympathetic, pitting smile. You could still see the flash of annoyance in her eyes every time you said Tara’s name, and you morbidly wondered how THAT encounter would go down if she ever met Aunt Tara face-to-face.
Finally, you thought of a few good stories to tell. Well, they were hardly good from your perspective, but you knew it was what Kimberly wanted you to say. She wanted to hear of your exploits in handling stubborn and selfish Tara, so you’d give it to her. As a plus, Sophie and Maddie her still thoroughly entertained, so you cleared your throat and began.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
It was around the time when you were still only eight inches in height (about thirteen years old), and Tara was visiting for a few days. Minutes after arriving, she’d managed to “accidentally” kick you across the room, “unknowingly” roll her suitcase over your body, and “mistake” you for a stress toy for thirty minutes. She’d apologized after each incident, but you caught the frustratingly coy glint in her eyes.
Your mom remained oblivious to her sister’s mean-streak, viewing Tara as a nice (if frequently tipsy and a bit slovenly) woman. More worryingly, whenever your mom and Tara hung out, it was as if your mom regressed back to when she was a kid growing up and hanging out with her sister. They’d always been best friends, and when the two of them came together as adults, it was like seeing them as giggly and fun-loving teenagers all over again. You seemed to be very far from your mom’s mind when Tara was around.
Fed up with Tara’s antics after only two hours, you impatiently waited outside the bathroom that your mom was using. You wanted to confront her about Tara’s constant messing with you, and thankfully Tara herself wasn’t currently around. Your mom took longer in the bathroom than usual, but she finally emerged, and you coughed to get her attention.
Unfortunately, at the exact moment you coughed to notify your mom, Tara called from down the stairs. Her obnoxious voice drowned out your own sounds, and also grabbed your mom’s full attention. Her gaze, which had actually been about to glance down and spot you, whipped up as she angled her head towards the stairs.
“In a sec!” Your mom yelled back, taking a step out of the bathroom as she did so. Too thrown off by your cough not getting your mom’s focus, you stood still like a fool as your mom’s foot slammed down onto your body, crunching up your squishy form like an accordion and flattening you to her heel. Normally, your mom would notice such a thing, but she was in a rush to attend to whatever Tara was calling her for.
Oblivious to you, your mom thundered down the stairs, pounding you flatter and flatter each time her foot slammed into the carpet. You winced and mentally exclaimed with pain after each powerful stomp, unable to wiggle free with your mom’s constant moving. Your mom simply strolled into the living room where Tara was waiting, and plopped onto the couch beside her.
“Yeah, what’s up, Tara?” Your mom inquired. Tara shrugged.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch ‘Hangman’s Gambit’.” Tara replied. Your mom rolled her eyes.
“We watch that movie, like, three times a year! Why are you so obsessed with it?”
Tara grinned. “You know how I love mindless action flicks!” Your mom sighed, and Tara leaned back, knowing she’d convinced your mom. Truthfully, she was also a huge fan of a small scene where the main character had a nightmare where he was shrunk by the evil villainess, who proceeded to stomp him flat with her heels. The scene reminded her so much of her favorite little squishy nephew, and even better, your mom never seemed to pay attention to that scene at all, letting Tara easily keep this secret.
Your mom, without warning, hefted up her legs and plopped them down onto Tara’s lap, letting her feet rest on her sister’s thighs. “I agree to watch the film, but only if you give me a foot massage. My feet are killing me.”
Tara was a bit taken aback, and before she answered, her gaze rested on your now visible body. You’d been beaten quite a bit by your mom walking around, and weren’t much more than a sticker on her soft skin, but you were still very much visible. Tara noticed you immediately, frowned, and looked her sister in the eye.
“Uh…are you sure, sis?” She asked. Your mom smiled triumphantly.
“I’ve named my price! Prepared to pay it?” Your mom giggled innocently.
It finally dawned on Tara that your mom had no idea she’d stepped on you. Smirking from ear-to-ear, Tara rolled her shoulders. “Absolutely. Get ready for the best massage of your life!”
Your eyes widened in a panic as you heard her say that, but there was nothing you could do as your mom started up the movie, and Tara placed her warm hands against your mom’s foot. With the ease of an expert, Tara began pushing her fingers into your mom’s flesh, working her hands up and down your mom’s heel and sole.
As she worked, her thumbs pinched at your squished body and stretched you out, pulling on your squashed body. Tara fought down her triumphant smile as she kneaded her sister’s foot while simultaneously smearing your body across the entire length of your mom’s foot. Your mom, known the wiser, wiggled with pleasure and just about drifted off to sleep as your aunt worked on her foot.
You fought tooth and nail to wiggle or squirm and be noticed by your mom, or to reform and escape from Tara’s mean plan for you, but to no avail. With each passing second, she rubbed your body harder and harder, flattening you down and sticking your own sweaty skin to the crevices and pores in your mom’s foot. On top of that, her constant rubbing in circular motions was smudging away your recognizable human features, reducing you to naught by a tan smear.
(FLASHBACK END)
“Yeah, I could go on, but you get the picture.” You said, addressing the Smalls women. “By the time the movie was over, and Tara finished her massage, not even the world’s strongest microscope could tell me apart from my mom’s foot. Not that my mom spared a thought to look at her foot. She just thanked her sister and spent the rest of the day hanging out with her. I stayed crushed the whole time.
“Thankfully, I was able to break free that night, all by myself. It took over seven hours of patience and strength of will, but as my mom slept in her bed, I managed to pry myself free and finish reforming. I ran out of her room and over into Tara’s room, where I wrote her a message on some small scrap paper about how her actions hurt me, and set it on her bedside table.”
Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Very mature of you, Jake. Did she take your message well?”
You frowned. “The next morning I saw her blowing her nose into the paper and throw it away, like it was just a Kleenex. I don’t have proof, but I believe she saw it, read it, then waited for me to walk by to make a show out of ignoring it.”
Maddie gasped. “Wow dude, she sounds like a bi–” She caught her mom’s eye. “…bad person. That sucks.”
Sophie shook her head. “I would’ve pranked her back, or something. Ya know! Get some silly revenge.” She giggled. “Though I guess that’s hard at your height.”
Cassie’s disposition had darkened considerably. You were pretty sure her distaste for Aunt Tara grew into hate with each passing story, but Kimberly cut her off before you could speak.
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