Frosted
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Tara eased herself off of the couch, while simultaneously squashing you flat as she clenched her fist. “I mean, you’re basically invincible, right? Your mom said you always bounce back and reform, so you must not be able to get hurt?” Tara laughed, a harsh sound, even though her conclusion was totally wrong. You absolutely could get hurt. “Then why is she so worried about you?”
Sauntering over to the kitchen, Tara tucked your crumpled body into her slightly sweaty cleavage, then sidled up next to your mom, playfully bumping her with her butt. Your mom giggled and bumped Tara back, the slight action causing intense jiggling in Tara’s tits, as they were only loosely held by a skimpy bra under her top.
“Mind if I help frost some of the cookies?” Tara asked, as innocently as she could manage.
Your mom grinned. “I’d love that. As long as you don’t mind that I have to go use the bathroom real quick. Shouldn’t take too long.”
“No problem, sis.” Tara smiled, stepping aside to let your mom breeze by out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Once Tara heard the bathroom door click shut, she stuck a hand between her boobs, fumbling around for you. You’d squashed quite a bit while in her cleavage, even though it’d been less than a minute, but finally she felt you and pulled your body out.
Not bothering to hide the maliciously mischievous grin on her face, Tara took your gummy-like body and held you over the batch of thirty delectable, freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Biting her lip in concentration, your aunt squeezed your body into a shape resembling that of the cookies. She rounded out your head, squashed your neck down, and bulked up your chest and legs. She also folded up your fingers and toes into your hands and feet.
Satisfied, Tara slapped you down onto a cookie right in the middle of the patch. The gingerbread was still sizzling, and your mangled mouth gurgled out a shocked cry of pain as the hyper-heated pastry burned your back. Staring up at Tara, you fought with every fiber of your being to wiggle or squirm, but she’d done a number on your by molding your malleable body into this shape. You could only lie there as Tara turned her back on you for a second, and returned to your view with a bottle filled to the brim with frosting.
“Sorry kid, but you make for a bad decoration.” Tara shrugged with infuriating indifference. “We’ll see if you add anything to the taste.” She laughed again, before leaning over the plate of cookies. You internally screamed, but were still hopelessly powerless as her hands clenched around the bottle of frosting, and a veritable bucket load dripped from the bottle down onto you.
The frosting piled onto your face and chest, as Tara dumped a considerable amount onto you. Almost immediately, everything around you became darkness as the gelatinous frosting clumped over top of you. Tara used a nearby knife to spread the frosting out, lathering up every inch of the gingerbread cookie, and by extension, you. When she was finished, the frosting formed a perfect, solid layer, utterly masking your own flattened body hiding between it and the cookie.
Smirking, Tara began applying a few pieces of candy to the cookie, arranging them to form a happy, smiling face. While she did so, she continued taunting you, though you could barely hear her through the thick, viscous layer of frosting. “Don’t worry kid, just think about how happy this’ll make your mom. I’m sure she’ll savor every last bite of you. Then, I’ll just fish you from the toilet in a day or two before she flushes, make up some story that proves I’m innocent.” Tara paused, and rolled her eyes. “If I even remember. Heh.”
Tara leaned back from her masterpiece right as she heard the flush of the toilet from down the hall. Admiring her handiwork, Tara couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. Seeing how much you had changed her beloved sister had really ruined her day, but seeing how easily she could use you for her own ends, while simultaneously getting you out of the way certainly gave her a bit of a thrill.
Your mom walked back into the kitchen, and squealed with delight. “Oh my gosh, Tara! That looks so cute!” She gave your aunt a big hug. “You did an awesome job.”
“Thanks sis.” Tara beamed. “Truthfully, I’d have had much less self-control back at my own home. All these babies would be in my gut right now.” She patted her stomach for emphasis. “But they do taste better when you have the restraint to decorate ‘em first.”
Your mom grabbed the bottle of frosting and began coating her own cookie. “By the way, is Jake helping to decorate?”
Tara hid her grimace at hearing your name. “Nah, he said he didn’t want to. Maybe he went back upstairs, I don’t know. I left him on the couch.” Tara shrugged. “Probably doesn’t want to end up eaten.”
Your mom winced. “Yeah…that makes sense, I guess.” She smiled sheepishly, and a faint blush arose in her cheeks. “I…uh…have eaten him once or twice. Or five or ten times.” Your mom’s blush deepened as Tara’s eyes widened. “But it’s always on accident! He’s just so prone to freak accidents, and I get so…inattentive? Unobservant? Whenever I’m around food I hardly pay attention to him.”
“Huh.” Tara nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, while simultaneously adding one more “eating accident” to your mom’s tally, even if it was a bit preemptive. It was only a matter of time, really. Tara glanced down at the plate, at her delicately detailed gingerbread cookie masking a squishy boy underneath. She watched your mom casually squish her thumb into the cookie’s chest as she leaned over to decorate another cookie, and Tara knew without a doubt that you’d go straight down her sister’s throat without a second thought.
In the end, it took the two women nearly an hour and a half to decorate all thirty cookies. Each of the gingerbread cookies looked scrumptious, but Tara’s first and finest effort still stood out from the rest. As the two giantess sisters sat down at the table, the plate between them, Tara couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not as your mom’s stomach kept gurgling every few minutes.
Trying not to be suspicious, Tara picked the cookie you were glued to off of the plate. “Care for a cookie, sis?”
Your mom frowned. “Well, I would…but why that one? That’s your prettiest one! Don’t you want to eat it yourself?”
Tara had to admit, she really, really did. But there was something so much funnier about the squishy squirt’s own mom doing the deed, so instead, she merely shook her head. “Nah, I made it for you, sis.” She extended her hand to her sister, and your mom carefully grabbed the cookie from Tara.
“That’s very sweet of you, Tara.” Your mom smiled warmly. She looked down at the cookie, which appeared to be nothing but an ordinary, very intricately detailed gingerbread pastry. No sign of her beloved son was visible, nor did your mother have any possible inkling to believe that you were trapped under a layer of frosting on this cookie. She only licked her lips, her eyes glinting with ravenous hunger.
Tearing her gaze away from the cookie, your mom looked Tara in the eye and spoke…but what did she say?
(CONTINUING FLASHBACK INTO FURTHER OPTIONS)
Sauntering over to the kitchen, Tara tucked your crumpled body into her slightly sweaty cleavage, then sidled up next to your mom, playfully bumping her with her butt. Your mom giggled and bumped Tara back, the slight action causing intense jiggling in Tara’s tits, as they were only loosely held by a skimpy bra under her top.
“Mind if I help frost some of the cookies?” Tara asked, as innocently as she could manage.
Your mom grinned. “I’d love that. As long as you don’t mind that I have to go use the bathroom real quick. Shouldn’t take too long.”
“No problem, sis.” Tara smiled, stepping aside to let your mom breeze by out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Once Tara heard the bathroom door click shut, she stuck a hand between her boobs, fumbling around for you. You’d squashed quite a bit while in her cleavage, even though it’d been less than a minute, but finally she felt you and pulled your body out.
Not bothering to hide the maliciously mischievous grin on her face, Tara took your gummy-like body and held you over the batch of thirty delectable, freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Biting her lip in concentration, your aunt squeezed your body into a shape resembling that of the cookies. She rounded out your head, squashed your neck down, and bulked up your chest and legs. She also folded up your fingers and toes into your hands and feet.
Satisfied, Tara slapped you down onto a cookie right in the middle of the patch. The gingerbread was still sizzling, and your mangled mouth gurgled out a shocked cry of pain as the hyper-heated pastry burned your back. Staring up at Tara, you fought with every fiber of your being to wiggle or squirm, but she’d done a number on your by molding your malleable body into this shape. You could only lie there as Tara turned her back on you for a second, and returned to your view with a bottle filled to the brim with frosting.
“Sorry kid, but you make for a bad decoration.” Tara shrugged with infuriating indifference. “We’ll see if you add anything to the taste.” She laughed again, before leaning over the plate of cookies. You internally screamed, but were still hopelessly powerless as her hands clenched around the bottle of frosting, and a veritable bucket load dripped from the bottle down onto you.
The frosting piled onto your face and chest, as Tara dumped a considerable amount onto you. Almost immediately, everything around you became darkness as the gelatinous frosting clumped over top of you. Tara used a nearby knife to spread the frosting out, lathering up every inch of the gingerbread cookie, and by extension, you. When she was finished, the frosting formed a perfect, solid layer, utterly masking your own flattened body hiding between it and the cookie.
Smirking, Tara began applying a few pieces of candy to the cookie, arranging them to form a happy, smiling face. While she did so, she continued taunting you, though you could barely hear her through the thick, viscous layer of frosting. “Don’t worry kid, just think about how happy this’ll make your mom. I’m sure she’ll savor every last bite of you. Then, I’ll just fish you from the toilet in a day or two before she flushes, make up some story that proves I’m innocent.” Tara paused, and rolled her eyes. “If I even remember. Heh.”
Tara leaned back from her masterpiece right as she heard the flush of the toilet from down the hall. Admiring her handiwork, Tara couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. Seeing how much you had changed her beloved sister had really ruined her day, but seeing how easily she could use you for her own ends, while simultaneously getting you out of the way certainly gave her a bit of a thrill.
Your mom walked back into the kitchen, and squealed with delight. “Oh my gosh, Tara! That looks so cute!” She gave your aunt a big hug. “You did an awesome job.”
“Thanks sis.” Tara beamed. “Truthfully, I’d have had much less self-control back at my own home. All these babies would be in my gut right now.” She patted her stomach for emphasis. “But they do taste better when you have the restraint to decorate ‘em first.”
Your mom grabbed the bottle of frosting and began coating her own cookie. “By the way, is Jake helping to decorate?”
Tara hid her grimace at hearing your name. “Nah, he said he didn’t want to. Maybe he went back upstairs, I don’t know. I left him on the couch.” Tara shrugged. “Probably doesn’t want to end up eaten.”
Your mom winced. “Yeah…that makes sense, I guess.” She smiled sheepishly, and a faint blush arose in her cheeks. “I…uh…have eaten him once or twice. Or five or ten times.” Your mom’s blush deepened as Tara’s eyes widened. “But it’s always on accident! He’s just so prone to freak accidents, and I get so…inattentive? Unobservant? Whenever I’m around food I hardly pay attention to him.”
“Huh.” Tara nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, while simultaneously adding one more “eating accident” to your mom’s tally, even if it was a bit preemptive. It was only a matter of time, really. Tara glanced down at the plate, at her delicately detailed gingerbread cookie masking a squishy boy underneath. She watched your mom casually squish her thumb into the cookie’s chest as she leaned over to decorate another cookie, and Tara knew without a doubt that you’d go straight down her sister’s throat without a second thought.
In the end, it took the two women nearly an hour and a half to decorate all thirty cookies. Each of the gingerbread cookies looked scrumptious, but Tara’s first and finest effort still stood out from the rest. As the two giantess sisters sat down at the table, the plate between them, Tara couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not as your mom’s stomach kept gurgling every few minutes.
Trying not to be suspicious, Tara picked the cookie you were glued to off of the plate. “Care for a cookie, sis?”
Your mom frowned. “Well, I would…but why that one? That’s your prettiest one! Don’t you want to eat it yourself?”
Tara had to admit, she really, really did. But there was something so much funnier about the squishy squirt’s own mom doing the deed, so instead, she merely shook her head. “Nah, I made it for you, sis.” She extended her hand to her sister, and your mom carefully grabbed the cookie from Tara.
“That’s very sweet of you, Tara.” Your mom smiled warmly. She looked down at the cookie, which appeared to be nothing but an ordinary, very intricately detailed gingerbread pastry. No sign of her beloved son was visible, nor did your mother have any possible inkling to believe that you were trapped under a layer of frosting on this cookie. She only licked her lips, her eyes glinting with ravenous hunger.
Tearing her gaze away from the cookie, your mom looked Tara in the eye and spoke…but what did she say?
(CONTINUING FLASHBACK INTO FURTHER OPTIONS)
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