A Deceitful Day with Tricky Tara
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Looking at Cassie, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to see how empathetic of a person she was. Even hearing stories about your torturous times with Tara were making her furious to hear. Part of you wanted to stop talking about the struggles of your younger years, but on the other hand, these stories really seemed to be captivating the rest of the Smalls. Most importantly, they seemed to be winning over Kimberly. For this reason, when Kimberly said, “Forgive me, Jake, but please continue about your Aunt Tara. I find your dynamic with her fascinating” you couldn’t help but oblige.
Reassuring Cassie with an understanding smile, you turned back to the rest of the women.
“Sure, no problem, I’m alive to tell the tales after all so it’s not the end of the world to talk about them. I’ll tell you the story of when Tara used me to scam people out of their money…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
“Please mom I’m sixteen years old I can take care of myself!” You pleaded with your mother as she stood at the front door, packed bag in hand and ready to leave.
“I’m sorry but you know it’s just too dangerous to leave you alone for the weekend! And I can’t just skip this work conference so you need to accept it! You and Tara will have a blast together!” Your mom said down to you in a reassuring voice. No matter how many times you came to your mom to tell her about how horribly Tara treated you, she had never believed it even once. Even times where she had literally found you plastered to your Aunt all it took was a quick lie from Tara to prove her complete innocence in your mom’s eyes.
A booming voice from behind you reassured your mother that she had nothing to worry about. “Yep! Jake and I will have lots of fun this weekend! Now go enjoy your trip, sis!” You looked back over your shoulder to see a pair of enormous soles, propped up on their heels mere inches behind your body. With a struggle you looked past them to see the mischievous grin of your Aunt, looking back and forth between you and your mom. You prayed that your mom would at least say something about how close Tara had her feet to your body, but of course she didn’t. She simply wished you both the best and left, shutting the door behind her. Practically quivering at this point, Tara spread her feet apart just slightly so she could at least see your 9 inch tall body.
“What’s up, squirt! A whole weekend together, I really am excited, aren’t you?” Tara said down with surprising sincerity.
“Cut the crap, Tara, and just step on me, sit on me, chew me up, do whatever you have planned but please just get it over with and don’t pretend like you like me.” You said back up to her, already accepting how powerless you were compared to this woman.
“God damn, kid! I honestly wasn’t planning on squashing you at all today, but hey if you insist!” Tara laughed out her words and immediately raised a visibly damp foot over your body.
“WAIT! I take it back… you aren’t going to squish me today? Is this some sort of elaborate prank to get me not to expect it?” You asked curiously. Tara simply chuckled and actually removed her foot from above you, placing it back on the ground beside you.
“Nope, I won’t! But I did have a fun idea about something we could do together.” Tara leaned forward in her chair, moving her feet back but now looming her torso ominously above you. Her breasts threatened to fall out of the unnecessarily skimpy white tube top she was wearing, briefly distracting you for a moment before fear knocked you back into your senses. She then continued, “We’re going to go to the mall and get women to think they either killed or seriously injured you! Then I’ll say they either have the option of me pressing charges or if they pay me off then I’ll let them go! It’s genius!”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You knew Tara was a despicable person based on the way that she treated you, but this was a new low. Not only would you be put in danger as per usual, but she would be torturing other people as well! You had to stand up to her.
“Are you kidding, no way! I refuse!” Taking a stand you rejected Tara’s ridiculous offer. In response she simply took a moment, raised her eyebrows, and said,
“Well my backup plan is shoving you between my ass cheeks and watching 72 hours of reality TV straight on this couch, so sure I respect your decision! Do you feel like saying no to me was the right idea, huh?” Tara threatened you with three straight days of butt imprisonment like it was absolutely nothing and you immediately took back everything you said. As much as you disagreed with her plan to scam people, at least you would hopefully get some breaks between being squished.
“Okay nevermind I’m sorry I’m sorry! Let’s do your first plan!” You shouted up to her. Tara just smiled triumphantly before grabbing you roughly in her hand. She held you up close to her face and immediately snapped a photo of you two together on her phone. Reading your mind about why she just did that, she said, “For proof! I need to tell people you’re my son and might have to prove it with this picture.” For once Tara actually made sense to you, it just had to be in the context of a scummy plan to steal people’s money.
“Alright, pipsqueak, let’s roll!” Tara quickly scooped up her purse and slipped her flip flops on, heading out the door. As you were roughly the size of a large G.I. Joe action figure, Tara had no issue stuffing your entire body in her fittingly gaudy purse. She tossed you in there carelessly, then zipping up the top to seal you in utter darkness. From what little light you could see you were sharing the space with various old candy wrappers, some lipstick, and what looked like a vape pen. You groaned at how indicative these contents were of your Aunt’s gross personality. Without another word to you, Tara got into her comically oversized Hummer and started up the engine, placing you on the center console and starting her drive to the mall. Immediately she started blasting some terrible country rock, singing along loudly to it as she sped 20 mph over the speed limit down the road. This woman really was the epitome of trash, something you wished you had the guts to say to her at least once, but your natural instincts of self-preservation prevented you from doing so. Around 15 minutes passed and Tara screeched into a parking spot, sending your body lurching forward as well as causing the contents of her purse to jostle and slam into you.
Alarmingly, still without a word to you in your purse prison, Tara grabbed her purse and began strutting towards the mall. Wearing a matching white mini skirt to match her white tube top, she was effectively showing about 95% of the skin on her body. And with each passing step, her outrageously large ass caused the skirt to ride up, revealing the last few percent of covered skin she had left before she would reach down to adjust it and begin the cycle once again. You were simply waiting in the darkness, praying that Tara’s plan wouldn’t be too horrible for you. But soon enough, nearly 10 additional minutes had passed and Tara still hadn’t addressed you! Just as you were starting to get really confused, you heard her annoying voice high above you,
“Ooh now these are hot!”
Tara was freaking shopping! She had forgotten about her own idiotic plan, and more importantly had forgotten about you entirely! Furiously, you acted without thinking and began to slam your body back and forth against the walls of her purse. Luckily, you weren’t so small that you were unnoticeable, so Tara immediately felt the shifting weight in her off hand.
“What the…” Tara unzipped her purse and light shined into your dungeon for the first time in half an hour. “Oh shit! Short stuff I almost forgot all about you! You’re just so damn easy to forget about! I threw you into my purse like some sort of accessory and you slipped my mind almost instantly! Thanks for reminding me that you existed, if you didn’t then I probably would have just left you in my purse and shopped around then went home! Now we can get back to my plan!”
Reassuring Cassie with an understanding smile, you turned back to the rest of the women.
“Sure, no problem, I’m alive to tell the tales after all so it’s not the end of the world to talk about them. I’ll tell you the story of when Tara used me to scam people out of their money…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
“Please mom I’m sixteen years old I can take care of myself!” You pleaded with your mother as she stood at the front door, packed bag in hand and ready to leave.
“I’m sorry but you know it’s just too dangerous to leave you alone for the weekend! And I can’t just skip this work conference so you need to accept it! You and Tara will have a blast together!” Your mom said down to you in a reassuring voice. No matter how many times you came to your mom to tell her about how horribly Tara treated you, she had never believed it even once. Even times where she had literally found you plastered to your Aunt all it took was a quick lie from Tara to prove her complete innocence in your mom’s eyes.
A booming voice from behind you reassured your mother that she had nothing to worry about. “Yep! Jake and I will have lots of fun this weekend! Now go enjoy your trip, sis!” You looked back over your shoulder to see a pair of enormous soles, propped up on their heels mere inches behind your body. With a struggle you looked past them to see the mischievous grin of your Aunt, looking back and forth between you and your mom. You prayed that your mom would at least say something about how close Tara had her feet to your body, but of course she didn’t. She simply wished you both the best and left, shutting the door behind her. Practically quivering at this point, Tara spread her feet apart just slightly so she could at least see your 9 inch tall body.
“What’s up, squirt! A whole weekend together, I really am excited, aren’t you?” Tara said down with surprising sincerity.
“Cut the crap, Tara, and just step on me, sit on me, chew me up, do whatever you have planned but please just get it over with and don’t pretend like you like me.” You said back up to her, already accepting how powerless you were compared to this woman.
“God damn, kid! I honestly wasn’t planning on squashing you at all today, but hey if you insist!” Tara laughed out her words and immediately raised a visibly damp foot over your body.
“WAIT! I take it back… you aren’t going to squish me today? Is this some sort of elaborate prank to get me not to expect it?” You asked curiously. Tara simply chuckled and actually removed her foot from above you, placing it back on the ground beside you.
“Nope, I won’t! But I did have a fun idea about something we could do together.” Tara leaned forward in her chair, moving her feet back but now looming her torso ominously above you. Her breasts threatened to fall out of the unnecessarily skimpy white tube top she was wearing, briefly distracting you for a moment before fear knocked you back into your senses. She then continued, “We’re going to go to the mall and get women to think they either killed or seriously injured you! Then I’ll say they either have the option of me pressing charges or if they pay me off then I’ll let them go! It’s genius!”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You knew Tara was a despicable person based on the way that she treated you, but this was a new low. Not only would you be put in danger as per usual, but she would be torturing other people as well! You had to stand up to her.
“Are you kidding, no way! I refuse!” Taking a stand you rejected Tara’s ridiculous offer. In response she simply took a moment, raised her eyebrows, and said,
“Well my backup plan is shoving you between my ass cheeks and watching 72 hours of reality TV straight on this couch, so sure I respect your decision! Do you feel like saying no to me was the right idea, huh?” Tara threatened you with three straight days of butt imprisonment like it was absolutely nothing and you immediately took back everything you said. As much as you disagreed with her plan to scam people, at least you would hopefully get some breaks between being squished.
“Okay nevermind I’m sorry I’m sorry! Let’s do your first plan!” You shouted up to her. Tara just smiled triumphantly before grabbing you roughly in her hand. She held you up close to her face and immediately snapped a photo of you two together on her phone. Reading your mind about why she just did that, she said, “For proof! I need to tell people you’re my son and might have to prove it with this picture.” For once Tara actually made sense to you, it just had to be in the context of a scummy plan to steal people’s money.
“Alright, pipsqueak, let’s roll!” Tara quickly scooped up her purse and slipped her flip flops on, heading out the door. As you were roughly the size of a large G.I. Joe action figure, Tara had no issue stuffing your entire body in her fittingly gaudy purse. She tossed you in there carelessly, then zipping up the top to seal you in utter darkness. From what little light you could see you were sharing the space with various old candy wrappers, some lipstick, and what looked like a vape pen. You groaned at how indicative these contents were of your Aunt’s gross personality. Without another word to you, Tara got into her comically oversized Hummer and started up the engine, placing you on the center console and starting her drive to the mall. Immediately she started blasting some terrible country rock, singing along loudly to it as she sped 20 mph over the speed limit down the road. This woman really was the epitome of trash, something you wished you had the guts to say to her at least once, but your natural instincts of self-preservation prevented you from doing so. Around 15 minutes passed and Tara screeched into a parking spot, sending your body lurching forward as well as causing the contents of her purse to jostle and slam into you.
Alarmingly, still without a word to you in your purse prison, Tara grabbed her purse and began strutting towards the mall. Wearing a matching white mini skirt to match her white tube top, she was effectively showing about 95% of the skin on her body. And with each passing step, her outrageously large ass caused the skirt to ride up, revealing the last few percent of covered skin she had left before she would reach down to adjust it and begin the cycle once again. You were simply waiting in the darkness, praying that Tara’s plan wouldn’t be too horrible for you. But soon enough, nearly 10 additional minutes had passed and Tara still hadn’t addressed you! Just as you were starting to get really confused, you heard her annoying voice high above you,
“Ooh now these are hot!”
Tara was freaking shopping! She had forgotten about her own idiotic plan, and more importantly had forgotten about you entirely! Furiously, you acted without thinking and began to slam your body back and forth against the walls of her purse. Luckily, you weren’t so small that you were unnoticeable, so Tara immediately felt the shifting weight in her off hand.
“What the…” Tara unzipped her purse and light shined into your dungeon for the first time in half an hour. “Oh shit! Short stuff I almost forgot all about you! You’re just so damn easy to forget about! I threw you into my purse like some sort of accessory and you slipped my mind almost instantly! Thanks for reminding me that you existed, if you didn’t then I probably would have just left you in my purse and shopped around then went home! Now we can get back to my plan!”
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March 28, 2025
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