The Tyranny of Tara (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
No sooner had you done that, though, than Tara’s hand slammed back down onto you again, recrushing your feet. She rubbed her meaty butt cheek, digging her fingers into your body as she did so, pressing you firmly into her skin. “Oh, I didn’t crush you, did I? No, that’d be silly. You’re so big now, right? Always growing? I’d have felt you stuck to my big ol’ ass, surely.”
Tara snorted again, her feigned attempts at rescue easily keeping you flat and unable to reform. Truthfully, she had no idea where she was going with this specific little tirade, but she never wasted a chance to mess with you. After missing you all weekend, it was only fair recompense that she milked this encounter for all it was worth. Oh, how she loved spending time with you.
Just then, fate smiled upon Tara, and blessed her with the ultimate opportunity for small, squishy nephew humiliation. From the kitchen door, your mom walked out of the house, dressed in a revealing swimsuit and carrying some freshly washed clothes. She’d finished her shower, changed, gathered clothes from the washing machine, and had come outside to hang up the clothes and take a swim.
After pinning her lingerie to the line, she sauntered over to her sister and knelt down beside her. “Hey, Tara. Soaking up some rays this afternoon?”
“You know it!” Tara replied happily. “Just need to lather up in sunscreen first, but I’m having a bit of trouble. Gosh, sis, you wouldn’t mind coating me up, would you?”
Your mom beamed innocently. “Sure thing!”
“Great!” Tara flashed her a thumbs up, and removed her hand which was covering you. She bit her lip, as the moment of truth was now approaching.
Your mom’s gaze immediately locked onto you, and she frowned. “Uh…what is that on your butt, sis? Looks like…half a person? No…it’s too weird shaped.”
Tara chose her words carefully. “What, my tattoo? Yeah, I actually just discovered that a few days ago!” She fake laughed, but quite convincingly. “You know how I get when drunk. Just another weird drunk tattoo. Remember the heart-shaped pizza tattoo I got on my tits after graduation, before mom made me get it lasered off?”
Your mom almost doubled over in laughter. “Oh god! I totally forgot that silly thing!” She giggled, and Tara laughed in turn, a genuine, heart laugh this time. When she had calmed down, your mom looked away from you and at the pile of sunscreen. “Guess I’ll get started. Won’t take too long.”
“You’re the best, sis!” Tara smiled as she let her head rest in her arms, and she closed her eyes. It took all her effort to not grin victoriously, or otherwise give herself away.
Tara’s plan had worked, and your mom had bought the tattoo lie completely. She couldn’t be blamed either, not fully. It was absolutely in character for her sister to get a drunk tattoo, your weirdly lumpy body looked nothing like it normally did, nor even remotely human, and your mom also firmly believed you to still be upstairs in your room, where you were supposed to be grounded until Tara left.
Getting to work, your mom daintily dipped her hands into the sunscreen oil, and then began rubbing her sister’s butt cheeks, grabbing her meaty cheeks and thoroughly covering them. Her smooth hands decimated your body, smearing and smudging your squishy self as she rubbed you in constant circles. The pressure she applied squeezed you firmly into Tara’s plush skin, and her repetitive kneading motions evened out your body’s squished state, flattening you more and more.
Your body, through a combination of sweat, pressure, and the sticky sunscreen, began bonding with Tara’s, much more than normal squishiness. You felt your skin actually glue itself to your aunt’s pores, flesh binding tightly with flesh. The sunscreen dried on top of you in the hot sun, forming a constricting sealant that restricted your movements and reformation even after your mom finally moved onto a different area of your aunt’s body.
Trapped in darkness, you tried to wiggle or squirm, but it was useless. You’d been superglued to your aunt’s thick booty, bound by the sweat and sunscreen. All you could smell was the overwhelming aroma of the lavender sunscreen mixed with a slight sweat stench. Even the sunscreen drying on top of your body muffled the sounds of the outside world, and you barely heard your mother announce she needed to coat Tara’s front.
Your world shifted and shook, Tara’s butt cheeks jiggly like crazy as she lazily rolled over onto her back. Settling into place, her heavy cheeks slammed into the towel, flesh pouring out over the sides as her butt squeezed down. You were crushed under what felt like a hundred tons of pressure, hot and heavy ass flesh surrounding you from all sides. The rough towel didn’t do much but press against your back.
Tara stayed like this for two hours, and you suffered ceaselessly through it all, toiling in the sweltering and slowly growing swamp of sweat trapped between her butt and the towel. Every minute that passed, and you felt your body sticking just a bit more than it had before to Tara’s own skin. You prayed for a miracle, only to be granted even worse torment as Tara rolled back onto her stomach, and subjected you to the burning heat of the sun.
Your body practically sizzled and broiled, right alongside Tara’s own sexy body. The sun softened up Tara’s pores, resulting in your body adhering to her even more, as if she was sucking your gummy-like body into her flesh. Your mother had perfectly coated her in lotion, and as the hours marched on, she bronzed beautifully, and you right alongside her. All the while, nothing and no one saved you.
Five hours later, and Tara woke up, sleepily rubbing her eyes and yawning. She stretched and stood up, wiping sleep out of her eyes as she bundled up her towel. Walking back inside the house, she headed straight for the bathroom. With every step she took, you jostled and shook with her butt cheek, and, horrifyingly, you nearly felt as if you were a PART of that cheek.
Sure enough, as soon as Tara splashed a bit of water in her face, she turned her attention to her eye-catchingly beautiful body, and admired her perfectly tanned skin. She wasn’t as forgetful as her sister, so she looked straight at her ass, which was a smooth and even deep tan, no sign of any weird spots of imperfections. As she hoped, you’d been fully tattooed into her cheek, no sign of you at visible. Even upon close inspection, you were truly invisible.
“Oh, Jake, this is honestly the funniest thing that’s happened all week! How are you this small and unnoticeable that I can tan you into my butt like THAT!” Tara snapped her fingers and laughed. “Sorry squirt, but don’t think I’ll let you out anytime soon. Maybe a week…or a month stuck where you are now will teach you to be nicer to me. I love ya, short stuff, but I have to lay down the law now and then. You don’t get away with calling me an asshole, little guy!”
Tara snickered as she slipped into some comfy pajamas, the tight cotton pants snapping around her waist and against her butt. Admiring herself briefly in the mirror, she walked back out into the kitchen, where your mom gushed over her stunning appearance. The two sisters enjoyed a lovely evening, your mom never once having a single thought about you, or even recalling her sister's strange tattoo.
(FLASHBACK END)
It took you a second to collect your thoughts, and the Smalls women waited with bated breath. “She stayed true to her word, mostly. I was stuck the rest of the day, that night, and then the next day when she got on an airplane and flew back home. Then for three days after that. Sitting at her kitchen table, lying on her couch, sleeping in bed, and plopped on the ground doing stretches. I had to experience it all, every second of it.”
Sophie was wide-eyed and semi-speechless. “Wh-what happened to you? You were, like, a tattoo on her butt!”
“My mom eventually called, delirious and crying. She, obviously, couldn’t find me anywhere at home, and was on the verge of a breakdown. Feeling awful, Tara took a suction vacuum to her butt that night and sucked me off and into a tiny cup. She sealed the cup, texted my mom some lie about finding me in her luggage, then shipped me home. My mom actually punished me when I got home for ‘sneaking’ into Tara’s luggage. Three weeks of cleaning the bathroom daily."
Maddie looked taken aback. “That’s…I mean…what?!?”
You nodded. “I don’t think even Tara realized just how bad it was, honestly. The hours of pressure and baking from the sun really had plastered me to her flesh. Engrained, if I’m being honest. I genuinely don’t know if time would’ve freed me or not. I might’ve been stuck without her help, and a few more days or weeks of constant crushing could very well have permanently absorbed me into her ass cheek. I was already mostly fused to her skin.”
Cassie’s hands clenched the arms of her chair so hard her fingers turned white. “But. At. Least. You’re. Safe. Now.” She feigned a smile and spoke in a clip. You had a feeling Tara would take a swift punch to the face if she was here now. Maybe a kick or two as well.
Kimberly was quiet when she spoke. “You stood up to her even knowing the dangers. You were both willing to confront her, and appease her, even when she always beat you down.” She looked you directly in the eye. “You’ve quite impressed me, Jake.”
You smiled at her. “Thank you, Ms. Smalls.”
Tara snorted again, her feigned attempts at rescue easily keeping you flat and unable to reform. Truthfully, she had no idea where she was going with this specific little tirade, but she never wasted a chance to mess with you. After missing you all weekend, it was only fair recompense that she milked this encounter for all it was worth. Oh, how she loved spending time with you.
Just then, fate smiled upon Tara, and blessed her with the ultimate opportunity for small, squishy nephew humiliation. From the kitchen door, your mom walked out of the house, dressed in a revealing swimsuit and carrying some freshly washed clothes. She’d finished her shower, changed, gathered clothes from the washing machine, and had come outside to hang up the clothes and take a swim.
After pinning her lingerie to the line, she sauntered over to her sister and knelt down beside her. “Hey, Tara. Soaking up some rays this afternoon?”
“You know it!” Tara replied happily. “Just need to lather up in sunscreen first, but I’m having a bit of trouble. Gosh, sis, you wouldn’t mind coating me up, would you?”
Your mom beamed innocently. “Sure thing!”
“Great!” Tara flashed her a thumbs up, and removed her hand which was covering you. She bit her lip, as the moment of truth was now approaching.
Your mom’s gaze immediately locked onto you, and she frowned. “Uh…what is that on your butt, sis? Looks like…half a person? No…it’s too weird shaped.”
Tara chose her words carefully. “What, my tattoo? Yeah, I actually just discovered that a few days ago!” She fake laughed, but quite convincingly. “You know how I get when drunk. Just another weird drunk tattoo. Remember the heart-shaped pizza tattoo I got on my tits after graduation, before mom made me get it lasered off?”
Your mom almost doubled over in laughter. “Oh god! I totally forgot that silly thing!” She giggled, and Tara laughed in turn, a genuine, heart laugh this time. When she had calmed down, your mom looked away from you and at the pile of sunscreen. “Guess I’ll get started. Won’t take too long.”
“You’re the best, sis!” Tara smiled as she let her head rest in her arms, and she closed her eyes. It took all her effort to not grin victoriously, or otherwise give herself away.
Tara’s plan had worked, and your mom had bought the tattoo lie completely. She couldn’t be blamed either, not fully. It was absolutely in character for her sister to get a drunk tattoo, your weirdly lumpy body looked nothing like it normally did, nor even remotely human, and your mom also firmly believed you to still be upstairs in your room, where you were supposed to be grounded until Tara left.
Getting to work, your mom daintily dipped her hands into the sunscreen oil, and then began rubbing her sister’s butt cheeks, grabbing her meaty cheeks and thoroughly covering them. Her smooth hands decimated your body, smearing and smudging your squishy self as she rubbed you in constant circles. The pressure she applied squeezed you firmly into Tara’s plush skin, and her repetitive kneading motions evened out your body’s squished state, flattening you more and more.
Your body, through a combination of sweat, pressure, and the sticky sunscreen, began bonding with Tara’s, much more than normal squishiness. You felt your skin actually glue itself to your aunt’s pores, flesh binding tightly with flesh. The sunscreen dried on top of you in the hot sun, forming a constricting sealant that restricted your movements and reformation even after your mom finally moved onto a different area of your aunt’s body.
Trapped in darkness, you tried to wiggle or squirm, but it was useless. You’d been superglued to your aunt’s thick booty, bound by the sweat and sunscreen. All you could smell was the overwhelming aroma of the lavender sunscreen mixed with a slight sweat stench. Even the sunscreen drying on top of your body muffled the sounds of the outside world, and you barely heard your mother announce she needed to coat Tara’s front.
Your world shifted and shook, Tara’s butt cheeks jiggly like crazy as she lazily rolled over onto her back. Settling into place, her heavy cheeks slammed into the towel, flesh pouring out over the sides as her butt squeezed down. You were crushed under what felt like a hundred tons of pressure, hot and heavy ass flesh surrounding you from all sides. The rough towel didn’t do much but press against your back.
Tara stayed like this for two hours, and you suffered ceaselessly through it all, toiling in the sweltering and slowly growing swamp of sweat trapped between her butt and the towel. Every minute that passed, and you felt your body sticking just a bit more than it had before to Tara’s own skin. You prayed for a miracle, only to be granted even worse torment as Tara rolled back onto her stomach, and subjected you to the burning heat of the sun.
Your body practically sizzled and broiled, right alongside Tara’s own sexy body. The sun softened up Tara’s pores, resulting in your body adhering to her even more, as if she was sucking your gummy-like body into her flesh. Your mother had perfectly coated her in lotion, and as the hours marched on, she bronzed beautifully, and you right alongside her. All the while, nothing and no one saved you.
Five hours later, and Tara woke up, sleepily rubbing her eyes and yawning. She stretched and stood up, wiping sleep out of her eyes as she bundled up her towel. Walking back inside the house, she headed straight for the bathroom. With every step she took, you jostled and shook with her butt cheek, and, horrifyingly, you nearly felt as if you were a PART of that cheek.
Sure enough, as soon as Tara splashed a bit of water in her face, she turned her attention to her eye-catchingly beautiful body, and admired her perfectly tanned skin. She wasn’t as forgetful as her sister, so she looked straight at her ass, which was a smooth and even deep tan, no sign of any weird spots of imperfections. As she hoped, you’d been fully tattooed into her cheek, no sign of you at visible. Even upon close inspection, you were truly invisible.
“Oh, Jake, this is honestly the funniest thing that’s happened all week! How are you this small and unnoticeable that I can tan you into my butt like THAT!” Tara snapped her fingers and laughed. “Sorry squirt, but don’t think I’ll let you out anytime soon. Maybe a week…or a month stuck where you are now will teach you to be nicer to me. I love ya, short stuff, but I have to lay down the law now and then. You don’t get away with calling me an asshole, little guy!”
Tara snickered as she slipped into some comfy pajamas, the tight cotton pants snapping around her waist and against her butt. Admiring herself briefly in the mirror, she walked back out into the kitchen, where your mom gushed over her stunning appearance. The two sisters enjoyed a lovely evening, your mom never once having a single thought about you, or even recalling her sister's strange tattoo.
(FLASHBACK END)
It took you a second to collect your thoughts, and the Smalls women waited with bated breath. “She stayed true to her word, mostly. I was stuck the rest of the day, that night, and then the next day when she got on an airplane and flew back home. Then for three days after that. Sitting at her kitchen table, lying on her couch, sleeping in bed, and plopped on the ground doing stretches. I had to experience it all, every second of it.”
Sophie was wide-eyed and semi-speechless. “Wh-what happened to you? You were, like, a tattoo on her butt!”
“My mom eventually called, delirious and crying. She, obviously, couldn’t find me anywhere at home, and was on the verge of a breakdown. Feeling awful, Tara took a suction vacuum to her butt that night and sucked me off and into a tiny cup. She sealed the cup, texted my mom some lie about finding me in her luggage, then shipped me home. My mom actually punished me when I got home for ‘sneaking’ into Tara’s luggage. Three weeks of cleaning the bathroom daily."
Maddie looked taken aback. “That’s…I mean…what?!?”
You nodded. “I don’t think even Tara realized just how bad it was, honestly. The hours of pressure and baking from the sun really had plastered me to her flesh. Engrained, if I’m being honest. I genuinely don’t know if time would’ve freed me or not. I might’ve been stuck without her help, and a few more days or weeks of constant crushing could very well have permanently absorbed me into her ass cheek. I was already mostly fused to her skin.”
Cassie’s hands clenched the arms of her chair so hard her fingers turned white. “But. At. Least. You’re. Safe. Now.” She feigned a smile and spoke in a clip. You had a feeling Tara would take a swift punch to the face if she was here now. Maybe a kick or two as well.
Kimberly was quiet when she spoke. “You stood up to her even knowing the dangers. You were both willing to confront her, and appease her, even when she always beat you down.” She looked you directly in the eye. “You’ve quite impressed me, Jake.”
You smiled at her. “Thank you, Ms. Smalls.”
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March 28, 2025
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