A Deceitful Day with Tricky Tara pt. 2
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
You facepalmed at your own idiocy. If you had just been patient you could have avoided her entire sociopathic plan entirely. But now you were back in it. Tara immediately fished you out of her purse and placed the clothes that she was holding down walking out of the store. Heading towards the food court she scoured the area looking for the perfect dupe. Taking a seat on a nearby bench she continued to look around until she finally saw her target. She smiled and held you up, your body still in her fist, forcing you to look at the woman. Immediately you could tell why Tara had picked her. She was clad head to toe in designer clothing, rocking a red velour sweatsuit that struggled to smuggle her tremendously curvy body. From what you could tell, the woman clearly has had some work done, and you heavily doubted whether or not her tremendous assets were natural. Gulping in fear, you noticed that she was deep in a conversation on the phone, but worst of all she was heading right for your bench. Tara turned you back around to face her briefly to whisper, “Operation Sit and Scam is a go, let’s do this.” In a flash Tara tossed your body onto the hard, wooden bench, and you had only a second to look up at the wall of red velour fabric coming at your body like a meteor.
*Splat*
The rich woman slammed her ass down onto the bench without a glimpse at anything that might have been lying on it. Unfortunately for you, you were just big enough to annoy the lady with your presence underneath her buns, but not big enough to make her think you were a person for even a second. Immediately she squirmed in her seat, smearing your body back and forth underneath her buns. You were in hell, but you were at least holding up your end of the plan according to Tara. Now it was her turn. Biting her tongue to control the gut-wrenching laughter that she usually felt when she saw you get squished, she steeled her nerves and put on the face of a devastated mother.
“Oh my god. Oh my god, miss, you just sat on my son! Get up right now!” Tara said in an honestly impressive stroke of acting. The rich woman turned and looked at her, utterly perplexed before seeing how worried Tara seemed to be. Hanging up her phone call she stood up and turned around to see the image of your body, completely flattened and motionless on the bench. Tara pretended to faint for a moment upon seeing your body and the woman understandably began to panic.
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know! Oh god why is he so small and why was he sitting on the bench alone!?” The mystery woman asked Tara. With this response Tara knew she had this woman like putty in her hands. Metaphorically speaking of course, the only person who could literally be like putty in her hands was of course you. She just had to bring it home with a killer performance.
“He’s practically dead! You just broke every bone in his body with your fat ass!” Tara pretended to cry and quickly grabbed your pancaked body in her hands, holding you up towards her breasts to hug you.
“Please I didn’t mean to!” The woman exclaimed.
“Save it! I’m calling the cops and telling them there was an attempted manslaughter at the mall… that is… unless… you really want this to go away.” Tara began to work her magic. As much as you hated this woman with every fiber of your being, you had to admit she really was incredible at convincing people of things. Perhaps in another world she could have been an actor rather than a con artist and all around jerk. She continued talking, “I think for around $20,000 we could cover his medical expenses and pretend this didn’t happen.”
Any halfway intelligent person would be shocked and appalled at what she had heard. Based on what Tara had just said, she would practically trade her son’s life for $20,000. But by some stroke of luck this rich woman just had to be an absolute airhead as well, as she didn’t pick up on the lunacy of the situation at all.
“Oh my god, yes please, take $50,000 for all I care! I can’t be accused of doing something like this, especially not after the car accident last month!” The woman exclaimed in utter panic, all while reaching into her bag and pulling out a check book to write a check on the spot to Tara. Both you and Tara actually shared a very confused reaction to what the mystery woman had just said. But neither of you wanted to press the issue and find out more, well you were incapable, and Tara was more interested in giving the woman her information to receive a whopping $50,000. A few moments later the deed was done, Tara held the check in her hands and clutched you against her breasts, pretending to cry more over the “tragic fate” of her “son”. It all made you sick.
The rich woman immediately fled the scene, running straight out of the mall towards her car. Once she was out of earshot, Tara pulled you away from her chest and wiped her fake tears off of her face. Looking down at you she was absolutely ecstatic.
“Oh my god, shrimp! I deserve an oscar for that performance! And look how much I scored!” You, meanwhile, had to sit and listen to your Aunt’s horrible gloating as you just focused on reforming from the utter decimation you had just received.
(FLASHBACK END)
“And she got away with it, too. She really is just the worst.” You finished your story somberly to the Smalls women. Everyone was too stunned at that tale to even laugh, including the normally overwhelmingly giggly Sophie. Once again, however, Kimberly seemed to be some bizarre mixture of impressed and further intrigued. You didn’t know her well enough still, but she actually respected that level of resourcefulness from Tara, even though it was for a morally negative cause. Further, your ability to follow that plan even at your own risk was actually a good thing to her!
“That is quite a story, Jake. I must say you did the best with the situation once again, I’m glad to know you when to go along with someone else’s judgment, even if you don’t agree with it.” Kimberly said down to you. You honestly hated telling that story, it made you feel bad to even take part in such a scam, but if it earned even the slightest bit of favor in Kimberly’s eyes then you were glad that you did.
*Splat*
The rich woman slammed her ass down onto the bench without a glimpse at anything that might have been lying on it. Unfortunately for you, you were just big enough to annoy the lady with your presence underneath her buns, but not big enough to make her think you were a person for even a second. Immediately she squirmed in her seat, smearing your body back and forth underneath her buns. You were in hell, but you were at least holding up your end of the plan according to Tara. Now it was her turn. Biting her tongue to control the gut-wrenching laughter that she usually felt when she saw you get squished, she steeled her nerves and put on the face of a devastated mother.
“Oh my god. Oh my god, miss, you just sat on my son! Get up right now!” Tara said in an honestly impressive stroke of acting. The rich woman turned and looked at her, utterly perplexed before seeing how worried Tara seemed to be. Hanging up her phone call she stood up and turned around to see the image of your body, completely flattened and motionless on the bench. Tara pretended to faint for a moment upon seeing your body and the woman understandably began to panic.
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know! Oh god why is he so small and why was he sitting on the bench alone!?” The mystery woman asked Tara. With this response Tara knew she had this woman like putty in her hands. Metaphorically speaking of course, the only person who could literally be like putty in her hands was of course you. She just had to bring it home with a killer performance.
“He’s practically dead! You just broke every bone in his body with your fat ass!” Tara pretended to cry and quickly grabbed your pancaked body in her hands, holding you up towards her breasts to hug you.
“Please I didn’t mean to!” The woman exclaimed.
“Save it! I’m calling the cops and telling them there was an attempted manslaughter at the mall… that is… unless… you really want this to go away.” Tara began to work her magic. As much as you hated this woman with every fiber of your being, you had to admit she really was incredible at convincing people of things. Perhaps in another world she could have been an actor rather than a con artist and all around jerk. She continued talking, “I think for around $20,000 we could cover his medical expenses and pretend this didn’t happen.”
Any halfway intelligent person would be shocked and appalled at what she had heard. Based on what Tara had just said, she would practically trade her son’s life for $20,000. But by some stroke of luck this rich woman just had to be an absolute airhead as well, as she didn’t pick up on the lunacy of the situation at all.
“Oh my god, yes please, take $50,000 for all I care! I can’t be accused of doing something like this, especially not after the car accident last month!” The woman exclaimed in utter panic, all while reaching into her bag and pulling out a check book to write a check on the spot to Tara. Both you and Tara actually shared a very confused reaction to what the mystery woman had just said. But neither of you wanted to press the issue and find out more, well you were incapable, and Tara was more interested in giving the woman her information to receive a whopping $50,000. A few moments later the deed was done, Tara held the check in her hands and clutched you against her breasts, pretending to cry more over the “tragic fate” of her “son”. It all made you sick.
The rich woman immediately fled the scene, running straight out of the mall towards her car. Once she was out of earshot, Tara pulled you away from her chest and wiped her fake tears off of her face. Looking down at you she was absolutely ecstatic.
“Oh my god, shrimp! I deserve an oscar for that performance! And look how much I scored!” You, meanwhile, had to sit and listen to your Aunt’s horrible gloating as you just focused on reforming from the utter decimation you had just received.
(FLASHBACK END)
“And she got away with it, too. She really is just the worst.” You finished your story somberly to the Smalls women. Everyone was too stunned at that tale to even laugh, including the normally overwhelmingly giggly Sophie. Once again, however, Kimberly seemed to be some bizarre mixture of impressed and further intrigued. You didn’t know her well enough still, but she actually respected that level of resourcefulness from Tara, even though it was for a morally negative cause. Further, your ability to follow that plan even at your own risk was actually a good thing to her!
“That is quite a story, Jake. I must say you did the best with the situation once again, I’m glad to know you when to go along with someone else’s judgment, even if you don’t agree with it.” Kimberly said down to you. You honestly hated telling that story, it made you feel bad to even take part in such a scam, but if it earned even the slightest bit of favor in Kimberly’s eyes then you were glad that you did.
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March 28, 2025
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