The Tyranny of Tara (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“If you had to say, what do you think is the worst thing she’s ever done?” Kimberly proposed. “What did she do that really got under your skin the most?”
You laughed, but it was a harsh laugh. “There was the time when I nearly got under HER skin. Literally.” Sophie and Maddie looked confused, as did Cassie, and Kimberly motioned for you to continue. Bracing yourself, you began the tale.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You were about fifteen, and your growth spurt was just kicking in (you were roughly eight and a half inches). You were enjoying a nice and relaxing summer at home with your mom in between school years. Hardly a day went by without some small accident, usually because of your mom, but she almost immediately noticed and apologized after rescuing you. Generally speaking, you were having a great time.
Your mom shattered that happiness one morning by announcing that Aunt Tara would be back for another weekend. You loudly protested, trying to argue about how mean Tara was to you, but your mom was having none of it. Admittedly, you crossed a line in calling Tara an asshole, but you were a livid teenager, and you needed to let out this pent-up anger.
Firmly on Tara’s side, your mom flipped out, berating you for your foul mouth and sentencing you to your room for the weekend, effectively grounding you. She said if you left your room, she’d punish you much more severely, and you knew better than to cross her. Sullenly, you climbed the stairs and went into your room, where you spent the next two and a half days.
The bright side was that you completely avoided Aunt Tara. She poked her head in for a second to say hello, and make a crack about your height, then was out of your hair for the whole weekend. The downside was that you could do nothing but re-read the same book, lounge on your bed, and count the tiles on the ceiling. It was mind-numbingly boring, especially for a fifteen-year-old.
As the weekend went on, you realized that this didn’t set right with you. Why were you being punished for trying to speak up against a woman who had bullied you incessantly for years? She was a mean-spirited and taunting giantess who had her way with you for your entire life, and your mom took HER side? Nearly seething, you vowed to sneak out of your room sometime before Tara left to give her a piece of your mind.
Sunday afternoon rolled around, and it was a hot and incredibly sunny day out. You were wearing nothing but simple red swim trunks. Waiting patiently by your door, you heard your mom enter the bathroom for her typical Sunday bath. She’d be in there for at least an hour, giving you plenty of time to sneak out of your room. Utilizing the nearby trash can, you leapt onto the door handle, just barely pulling down with enough weight to shift the door open, and slipped out into the hall.
Tara wasn’t in the hall, nor in the guest room she usually slept in. Creeping downstairs, you didn’t find her in the living room or kitchen either. You nearly gave up before you noticed the kitchen screen door was slid open a crack. Walking over and into the backyard, you finally found Tara in the yard, sprawled out on a towel by the pool and basking in the sunlight.
Well, it technically could’ve been anyone, as all you could really see at first was an utterly humongous ass jutting up. It was like a fleshy mountain peak, each cheek more than twice your size. Almost in a trance, you walked across the yard until you were beside your Aunt, barely able to peel your eyes away from her alluring derriere. Yes, she was your aunt, but it was also the largest ass you’d seen in your life, by a mile.
Standing beside Tara, you noted her similarly gargantuan breasts pressing down onto her towel, copious flesh almost comically spilling out from under her. Her arms were splayed out in front of her, one hand resting on the towel and the other vaguely fumbling for a bottle of sunscreen a foot away. After another second of looking at her, you gasped loudly. There were no visible strings around her back near or chest, or around her hips. Tara was well and truly stark naked.
Your gasp also drew Tara’s attention, and the dyed blonde giantess lazily shifted her head over to look at you. Eyes widening just a bit, a slow smile spread on her face. “Oh…hey there Jake! My favorite little nephew. Nice red trunks. Say, have you grown an inch? You’re almost as tall as a barbie doll!”
Though still embarrassed by this whole situation, your aunt’s abrasiveness instantly triggered you. “I’ve nearly grown two inches, thank you! I was just coming to say hello…and a few other things.”
She nodded vaguely. “Uh huh, yeah. Listen, squirt, I need you for something real quick.” Tara was clearly not listening to you. “I was just about to lie down for a tan. As you can tell, my skin is growing a bit pale again. Anyway, totally forgot to lather up in sunscreen. Now that I’m laying down, think you could do it?”
You practically did a double take. “Do what? You want me to…what?”
“Short stuff, this isn’t rocket science. Just rub me down, give me a nice coat of sunscreen.” Tara smirked. “Unless you think you’re too small for something this easy. I might make fun of you for years if that was the case.”
You blood broiled at her obvious taunting, but you still took the bait like an idiot. “Fine. I’ll do it. Where should I start?”
Tara grinned with the slightest hint of mischief. “I’d say my ass is as good a place as any. Climb on up.”
You balked at her bluntness, but were too prideful to back down now. Tara had manipulated you into a corner, so you’d play her game. Although, climbing her was harder than you would’ve like to admit. Her skin, slick with a sheen of sweat, was far too jiggly and doughy to offer good handholds, so you ended up leaping from the ground onto the small of her back and scrambling into a standing position. You then carefully walked up her left butt cheek, trying not to think about how weird this was.
“Ooh!” Tara laughed. “You feel kinda good, itty bitty Jake. Like a tiny masseuse!” She laughed again, her body shaking as she did so. Her ass bounded like a bowl of jelly, quivering flesh knocking you flat onto your face. You slid forward an inch, catching yourself with a startled scream right before you nearly plunged headfirst into her ass crack. Standing up, you calmed your nerves and crossed your arms impatiently.
“Alright. What now Aunt Tara?” You had to yell for her to here you.
“Give me a second, little guy.” Was her only answer, before she whipped her arm backwards, the hand holding the bottle of sunscreen now directly above you. She popped the cap with her thumb, tilted the bottle upside-down, and let the gooey lotion pour out. However, whether by accident or intentionally, it was coming out directly on top of you.
Crying out, you adapted on the fly and leapt across the cavernous canyon of her butt crack to her right cheek, amazingly sticking the landing, though not without sinking slightly into her impressionably plush flesh. Behind you, Tara dumped a sizable pile of sunscreen lotion onto her cheek before setting the bottle aside.
You leaned forward towards Tara’s head, which was now resting in her arms. “Okay, so just start rubbing it all in…I guess?” You asked.
Surprisingly, you thought you heard her swear softly before answering. “Uh, yeah, yep. You got it, Jake. And don’t take too long, squirt! I don’t want to burn, I want a sexy, even tan.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, it might take a bit, but I’ll try to–”
“Hold up, Jake! I feel something crawling on me! A bug!” Tara exclaimed, suspiciously loud. You glanced around, unable to see what she could be referring to. As you looked, you didn’t catch the shadow washing over you until it was too late, nor did you look up in time to see Tara’s hand hovering above you. But you certainly felt it.
Tara slapped her right butt cheek, her powerful hand squashing you flat. The sound of the smack reverberated across the entire yard. Your body was knocked forward, and your face slammed firmly into your aunt’s smooth, sweaty flesh. The rest of your body folded underneath you as you compressed into little more than a misshapen sticker. Your legs buckled, and your arms flailed in as you pancaked into her rear, resulting in you looking like a weird blob and not a human-shaped imprint.
Right before Tara pulled her hand away, she scratched briefly at your body with her sharp nails, before hooking your red swim trunks. Taking her hand back, your trunks came off with a decisive, ripping snap, then fluttered down, discarded, into the grass beside Tara’s towel.
This had quickly become disastrous. You were, of course, smushed flat on your aunt’s butt cheek, and now stark naked with your trunks ripped off. Also, with your head buried into her fleshy cheek and the rest of your body crushed on top of you, like an accordion, your hair wasn’t visible either. Frankly, you looked like nothing more than a slightly more tanned and vaguely human-ish sticker of sorts on your aunt’s otherwise pristine and perfect booty.
Tara’s voice came slightly muffled as she spoke up. “Okay, you were saying, Jake? I think I took care of that small little bug.” She waited for your reply, which you were obviously incapable of making. “Uh, hello? Small stuff? You didn’t flake on me, did you?” Tara snorted, which gave you all the confirmation you needed that she had slapped you onto her butt on purpose.
Anger poured into every fiber of your being, and you focused all of your will and determination into reforming. Tara had played you like a damn fiddle, and you’d eat your foot before you let her get away with it. Quicker than usual, you began slowly reinflating, popping back into three dimensions starting with your feet.
You laughed, but it was a harsh laugh. “There was the time when I nearly got under HER skin. Literally.” Sophie and Maddie looked confused, as did Cassie, and Kimberly motioned for you to continue. Bracing yourself, you began the tale.
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You were about fifteen, and your growth spurt was just kicking in (you were roughly eight and a half inches). You were enjoying a nice and relaxing summer at home with your mom in between school years. Hardly a day went by without some small accident, usually because of your mom, but she almost immediately noticed and apologized after rescuing you. Generally speaking, you were having a great time.
Your mom shattered that happiness one morning by announcing that Aunt Tara would be back for another weekend. You loudly protested, trying to argue about how mean Tara was to you, but your mom was having none of it. Admittedly, you crossed a line in calling Tara an asshole, but you were a livid teenager, and you needed to let out this pent-up anger.
Firmly on Tara’s side, your mom flipped out, berating you for your foul mouth and sentencing you to your room for the weekend, effectively grounding you. She said if you left your room, she’d punish you much more severely, and you knew better than to cross her. Sullenly, you climbed the stairs and went into your room, where you spent the next two and a half days.
The bright side was that you completely avoided Aunt Tara. She poked her head in for a second to say hello, and make a crack about your height, then was out of your hair for the whole weekend. The downside was that you could do nothing but re-read the same book, lounge on your bed, and count the tiles on the ceiling. It was mind-numbingly boring, especially for a fifteen-year-old.
As the weekend went on, you realized that this didn’t set right with you. Why were you being punished for trying to speak up against a woman who had bullied you incessantly for years? She was a mean-spirited and taunting giantess who had her way with you for your entire life, and your mom took HER side? Nearly seething, you vowed to sneak out of your room sometime before Tara left to give her a piece of your mind.
Sunday afternoon rolled around, and it was a hot and incredibly sunny day out. You were wearing nothing but simple red swim trunks. Waiting patiently by your door, you heard your mom enter the bathroom for her typical Sunday bath. She’d be in there for at least an hour, giving you plenty of time to sneak out of your room. Utilizing the nearby trash can, you leapt onto the door handle, just barely pulling down with enough weight to shift the door open, and slipped out into the hall.
Tara wasn’t in the hall, nor in the guest room she usually slept in. Creeping downstairs, you didn’t find her in the living room or kitchen either. You nearly gave up before you noticed the kitchen screen door was slid open a crack. Walking over and into the backyard, you finally found Tara in the yard, sprawled out on a towel by the pool and basking in the sunlight.
Well, it technically could’ve been anyone, as all you could really see at first was an utterly humongous ass jutting up. It was like a fleshy mountain peak, each cheek more than twice your size. Almost in a trance, you walked across the yard until you were beside your Aunt, barely able to peel your eyes away from her alluring derriere. Yes, she was your aunt, but it was also the largest ass you’d seen in your life, by a mile.
Standing beside Tara, you noted her similarly gargantuan breasts pressing down onto her towel, copious flesh almost comically spilling out from under her. Her arms were splayed out in front of her, one hand resting on the towel and the other vaguely fumbling for a bottle of sunscreen a foot away. After another second of looking at her, you gasped loudly. There were no visible strings around her back near or chest, or around her hips. Tara was well and truly stark naked.
Your gasp also drew Tara’s attention, and the dyed blonde giantess lazily shifted her head over to look at you. Eyes widening just a bit, a slow smile spread on her face. “Oh…hey there Jake! My favorite little nephew. Nice red trunks. Say, have you grown an inch? You’re almost as tall as a barbie doll!”
Though still embarrassed by this whole situation, your aunt’s abrasiveness instantly triggered you. “I’ve nearly grown two inches, thank you! I was just coming to say hello…and a few other things.”
She nodded vaguely. “Uh huh, yeah. Listen, squirt, I need you for something real quick.” Tara was clearly not listening to you. “I was just about to lie down for a tan. As you can tell, my skin is growing a bit pale again. Anyway, totally forgot to lather up in sunscreen. Now that I’m laying down, think you could do it?”
You practically did a double take. “Do what? You want me to…what?”
“Short stuff, this isn’t rocket science. Just rub me down, give me a nice coat of sunscreen.” Tara smirked. “Unless you think you’re too small for something this easy. I might make fun of you for years if that was the case.”
You blood broiled at her obvious taunting, but you still took the bait like an idiot. “Fine. I’ll do it. Where should I start?”
Tara grinned with the slightest hint of mischief. “I’d say my ass is as good a place as any. Climb on up.”
You balked at her bluntness, but were too prideful to back down now. Tara had manipulated you into a corner, so you’d play her game. Although, climbing her was harder than you would’ve like to admit. Her skin, slick with a sheen of sweat, was far too jiggly and doughy to offer good handholds, so you ended up leaping from the ground onto the small of her back and scrambling into a standing position. You then carefully walked up her left butt cheek, trying not to think about how weird this was.
“Ooh!” Tara laughed. “You feel kinda good, itty bitty Jake. Like a tiny masseuse!” She laughed again, her body shaking as she did so. Her ass bounded like a bowl of jelly, quivering flesh knocking you flat onto your face. You slid forward an inch, catching yourself with a startled scream right before you nearly plunged headfirst into her ass crack. Standing up, you calmed your nerves and crossed your arms impatiently.
“Alright. What now Aunt Tara?” You had to yell for her to here you.
“Give me a second, little guy.” Was her only answer, before she whipped her arm backwards, the hand holding the bottle of sunscreen now directly above you. She popped the cap with her thumb, tilted the bottle upside-down, and let the gooey lotion pour out. However, whether by accident or intentionally, it was coming out directly on top of you.
Crying out, you adapted on the fly and leapt across the cavernous canyon of her butt crack to her right cheek, amazingly sticking the landing, though not without sinking slightly into her impressionably plush flesh. Behind you, Tara dumped a sizable pile of sunscreen lotion onto her cheek before setting the bottle aside.
You leaned forward towards Tara’s head, which was now resting in her arms. “Okay, so just start rubbing it all in…I guess?” You asked.
Surprisingly, you thought you heard her swear softly before answering. “Uh, yeah, yep. You got it, Jake. And don’t take too long, squirt! I don’t want to burn, I want a sexy, even tan.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, it might take a bit, but I’ll try to–”
“Hold up, Jake! I feel something crawling on me! A bug!” Tara exclaimed, suspiciously loud. You glanced around, unable to see what she could be referring to. As you looked, you didn’t catch the shadow washing over you until it was too late, nor did you look up in time to see Tara’s hand hovering above you. But you certainly felt it.
Tara slapped her right butt cheek, her powerful hand squashing you flat. The sound of the smack reverberated across the entire yard. Your body was knocked forward, and your face slammed firmly into your aunt’s smooth, sweaty flesh. The rest of your body folded underneath you as you compressed into little more than a misshapen sticker. Your legs buckled, and your arms flailed in as you pancaked into her rear, resulting in you looking like a weird blob and not a human-shaped imprint.
Right before Tara pulled her hand away, she scratched briefly at your body with her sharp nails, before hooking your red swim trunks. Taking her hand back, your trunks came off with a decisive, ripping snap, then fluttered down, discarded, into the grass beside Tara’s towel.
This had quickly become disastrous. You were, of course, smushed flat on your aunt’s butt cheek, and now stark naked with your trunks ripped off. Also, with your head buried into her fleshy cheek and the rest of your body crushed on top of you, like an accordion, your hair wasn’t visible either. Frankly, you looked like nothing more than a slightly more tanned and vaguely human-ish sticker of sorts on your aunt’s otherwise pristine and perfect booty.
Tara’s voice came slightly muffled as she spoke up. “Okay, you were saying, Jake? I think I took care of that small little bug.” She waited for your reply, which you were obviously incapable of making. “Uh, hello? Small stuff? You didn’t flake on me, did you?” Tara snorted, which gave you all the confirmation you needed that she had slapped you onto her butt on purpose.
Anger poured into every fiber of your being, and you focused all of your will and determination into reforming. Tara had played you like a damn fiddle, and you’d eat your foot before you let her get away with it. Quicker than usual, you began slowly reinflating, popping back into three dimensions starting with your feet.
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March 28, 2025
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