"Jake doesn't love you."
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"This may be difficult for you to believe but... Jake doesn't love you."
Cassie blinked. The sheer absurdity of the statement rendered her speechless. The gears in her brain were jammed. "He... You... What?"
Aunt Tara smirked, she could only imagine the look on the girl's face. It was her own fault for falling in love with someone like Jake in the first place. He wasn't a person, he was a toy. Tara's toy to be specific. Did he really think he could mail himself to her, tempt her with her ultimate fantasy of finally owning him, and then just go back to this airhead like nothing happened? No way. The squirt was never leaving. Tara owned him now. And the first thing she had to do to make that permanent was to get this girl to cut her losses.
"I'm just calling it like I see it, honey. Call it woman's intuition from someone who's been around the block."
"You're full of it!" Cassie finally said, her brain catching up to her outrage. "Jake loves me!"
"Uh-huh," Aunt Tara said, keeping her voice low so you wouldn't hear but still unbearably smug. "I find that hard to believe. Let's look at the facts. Your fiancé mailed himself to me--ME--of all people, of his own free will, with a hand-signed note saying, and I quote," Tara said as she read from the letter that had come with her new toy, ""I apologize with all my heart for sharing a secret I swore I would never divulge. Right now, I want nothing more than to do anything in my power to make it up to you. I know that the punishment for breaking my promise was to be kept up your butt forever. As penance, I have sent myself to you of my own freewill so that you can enact that punishment if it is what you deem fit. In case you do decide to collect, please tell my beloved Cassie that though I am so sorry we will never see each other again, I must accept responsibility for my actions, no matter the cost.""
Cassie listened to it all, her heart tearing apart at the seams. "You're lying," she whispered. "I know you are."
"I have the letter in my hand right now. It's got Jake's signature on it and your mom's too, as well as your phone number in case I wanted to send him back."
"That's... not possible," Cassie mumbled.
"Here," Tara said. "Let me take a picture." She snapped a photo of the note and messaged it directly to her. Cassie read it, feeling numb. This couldn't be happening.
"This... it's a fake! It has to be!"
"The signature's definitely his. I recognize his weird squiggle anywhere. Trying to use a pen like a real man. But if you don't believe me, you can ask your mom yourself if that's what Jake asked her to write down. Unless you believe your mom would lie to you and deliberately mail your boyfriend off to be his evil aunt's butt toy? Which, if she's that twisted, I'm genuinely impressed."
"MY MOM WOULDN'T DO THAT!" Cassie shrieked.
It was hard for Tara not to burst out laughing at this point. Somehow, with a straight face she continued. "Well if your mom didn't trick Jake, then Jake must've volunteered. Your fiancé volunteered to possibly live in the ass of his aunt for all eternity rather than live with breaking a promise he made when he was a dumb kid. Which leads me back to my first point: Jake. Doesn't. Love. You."
"Yes he does! Jake loves me! We're meant to be together forever! We're soulmates!" Cassie rambled. There was nothing but silence on the other line. Silence that lasted so long Cassie thought Tara must've hung up. Then, without warning...
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Tara Biggs had just blown a colossal fart into the receiver.
"Sorry about that," Tara said. "That was just a dissenting opinion from Jake's true soulmate. She knows Jake gets sad whenever he doesn't get his hourly dose of gas."
Cassie was too shocked to even respond.
Tara took advantage of the opportunity to continue. "That is what your fiancé signed up for rather than marrying you. A lifetime of it. Come on, honey. It's time to wake up and smell the roses. Why would Jake gamble your entire future together to... keep his word?" Aunt Tara said with feigned disbelief. "For honor and redemption? Shouldn't he place more value on the promise he made when he proposed to you? But no. It was more important for him to live. In. My. Ass. Need I go on?"
This... It all made too much sense. Tara was a monster but Jake knew that. He told her about it! Every horrible thing his aunt had ever done to him he'd confided in her. He knew exactly the kind of creature she was and he still willingly let himself be sent to her even though keeping his word meant never seeing her again. How could you possibly love someone if you chose to subject yourself to the most degrading and disgusting existence imaginable rather than marry them?
Tara heard a sob on the other line and felt unexpected pity for the girl. Naive and dumb? Without a doubt. But this would be better for her in the long-run. She'll find a real man to marry, Mrs. Smalls will get the son-in-law she deserved, and Jake will get to realize his true destiny: "His aunt's favorite butt toy," Tara thought and any pity she felt for Cassie disappeared in light of her own upcoming lifetime of happiness.
"There anything else I can do for you Katie? Cause I have another fart coming up for Jake--"
"YOU AND JAKE CAN FUCK OFF!" Cassie screamed. "I HOPE HE LIVES IN THERE FOREVER!"
The phone call ended and Tara smiled wider.
"That's the idea, honey," she said with a laugh. With a languid stretch, Tara got off her recliner and headed to the bedroom for a good night's sleep, Jake nestled away safely in his new home. There were still challenges she needed to rig in order to make Jake think he had a chance to escape and return home, but those would be easy enough to come up with. It'd be fun playing the part of the "strict but loving" aunt with him. She wondered how long she could keep it going before he caught on. Not that it mattered, obviously. Aware or not, his fate was sealed.
You, flattened within your aunt's crack and shoved up nearly as far as possible, reduced to a smudge and utterly powerless, were oblivious to the conversation that had taken place between Aunt Tara and Cassie. You hoped that it had gone well. You wondered if you should ask about it or respect their privacy. Unfortunately, it seemed like your aunt intended on keeping you in her ass again for the night. It was horrible, obviously, but now that you knew your aunt's true nature you could forgive her leaving you in here. After all, as soon as you completed tomorrow's challenge, you'd be sent back to where you truly belonged.
Another gurgle came from your aunt's stomach and you braced yourself--or, braced yourself as well as a smear possibly could--before another thunderous fart erupted from your aunt's backside. As a smear it was impossible to retch, however much you wanted to. While in her bed, fast asleep, your aunt smiled in perfect contentment.
What happens tomorrow?
Choice 1) Tara starts to use trick dice that always land on twelve to keep cheating Jake.
Choice 2) Tara wakes Jake up early for "training" to soften him up for the challenge.
Cassie blinked. The sheer absurdity of the statement rendered her speechless. The gears in her brain were jammed. "He... You... What?"
Aunt Tara smirked, she could only imagine the look on the girl's face. It was her own fault for falling in love with someone like Jake in the first place. He wasn't a person, he was a toy. Tara's toy to be specific. Did he really think he could mail himself to her, tempt her with her ultimate fantasy of finally owning him, and then just go back to this airhead like nothing happened? No way. The squirt was never leaving. Tara owned him now. And the first thing she had to do to make that permanent was to get this girl to cut her losses.
"I'm just calling it like I see it, honey. Call it woman's intuition from someone who's been around the block."
"You're full of it!" Cassie finally said, her brain catching up to her outrage. "Jake loves me!"
"Uh-huh," Aunt Tara said, keeping her voice low so you wouldn't hear but still unbearably smug. "I find that hard to believe. Let's look at the facts. Your fiancé mailed himself to me--ME--of all people, of his own free will, with a hand-signed note saying, and I quote," Tara said as she read from the letter that had come with her new toy, ""I apologize with all my heart for sharing a secret I swore I would never divulge. Right now, I want nothing more than to do anything in my power to make it up to you. I know that the punishment for breaking my promise was to be kept up your butt forever. As penance, I have sent myself to you of my own freewill so that you can enact that punishment if it is what you deem fit. In case you do decide to collect, please tell my beloved Cassie that though I am so sorry we will never see each other again, I must accept responsibility for my actions, no matter the cost.""
Cassie listened to it all, her heart tearing apart at the seams. "You're lying," she whispered. "I know you are."
"I have the letter in my hand right now. It's got Jake's signature on it and your mom's too, as well as your phone number in case I wanted to send him back."
"That's... not possible," Cassie mumbled.
"Here," Tara said. "Let me take a picture." She snapped a photo of the note and messaged it directly to her. Cassie read it, feeling numb. This couldn't be happening.
"This... it's a fake! It has to be!"
"The signature's definitely his. I recognize his weird squiggle anywhere. Trying to use a pen like a real man. But if you don't believe me, you can ask your mom yourself if that's what Jake asked her to write down. Unless you believe your mom would lie to you and deliberately mail your boyfriend off to be his evil aunt's butt toy? Which, if she's that twisted, I'm genuinely impressed."
"MY MOM WOULDN'T DO THAT!" Cassie shrieked.
It was hard for Tara not to burst out laughing at this point. Somehow, with a straight face she continued. "Well if your mom didn't trick Jake, then Jake must've volunteered. Your fiancé volunteered to possibly live in the ass of his aunt for all eternity rather than live with breaking a promise he made when he was a dumb kid. Which leads me back to my first point: Jake. Doesn't. Love. You."
"Yes he does! Jake loves me! We're meant to be together forever! We're soulmates!" Cassie rambled. There was nothing but silence on the other line. Silence that lasted so long Cassie thought Tara must've hung up. Then, without warning...
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Tara Biggs had just blown a colossal fart into the receiver.
"Sorry about that," Tara said. "That was just a dissenting opinion from Jake's true soulmate. She knows Jake gets sad whenever he doesn't get his hourly dose of gas."
Cassie was too shocked to even respond.
Tara took advantage of the opportunity to continue. "That is what your fiancé signed up for rather than marrying you. A lifetime of it. Come on, honey. It's time to wake up and smell the roses. Why would Jake gamble your entire future together to... keep his word?" Aunt Tara said with feigned disbelief. "For honor and redemption? Shouldn't he place more value on the promise he made when he proposed to you? But no. It was more important for him to live. In. My. Ass. Need I go on?"
This... It all made too much sense. Tara was a monster but Jake knew that. He told her about it! Every horrible thing his aunt had ever done to him he'd confided in her. He knew exactly the kind of creature she was and he still willingly let himself be sent to her even though keeping his word meant never seeing her again. How could you possibly love someone if you chose to subject yourself to the most degrading and disgusting existence imaginable rather than marry them?
Tara heard a sob on the other line and felt unexpected pity for the girl. Naive and dumb? Without a doubt. But this would be better for her in the long-run. She'll find a real man to marry, Mrs. Smalls will get the son-in-law she deserved, and Jake will get to realize his true destiny: "His aunt's favorite butt toy," Tara thought and any pity she felt for Cassie disappeared in light of her own upcoming lifetime of happiness.
"There anything else I can do for you Katie? Cause I have another fart coming up for Jake--"
"YOU AND JAKE CAN FUCK OFF!" Cassie screamed. "I HOPE HE LIVES IN THERE FOREVER!"
The phone call ended and Tara smiled wider.
"That's the idea, honey," she said with a laugh. With a languid stretch, Tara got off her recliner and headed to the bedroom for a good night's sleep, Jake nestled away safely in his new home. There were still challenges she needed to rig in order to make Jake think he had a chance to escape and return home, but those would be easy enough to come up with. It'd be fun playing the part of the "strict but loving" aunt with him. She wondered how long she could keep it going before he caught on. Not that it mattered, obviously. Aware or not, his fate was sealed.
You, flattened within your aunt's crack and shoved up nearly as far as possible, reduced to a smudge and utterly powerless, were oblivious to the conversation that had taken place between Aunt Tara and Cassie. You hoped that it had gone well. You wondered if you should ask about it or respect their privacy. Unfortunately, it seemed like your aunt intended on keeping you in her ass again for the night. It was horrible, obviously, but now that you knew your aunt's true nature you could forgive her leaving you in here. After all, as soon as you completed tomorrow's challenge, you'd be sent back to where you truly belonged.
Another gurgle came from your aunt's stomach and you braced yourself--or, braced yourself as well as a smear possibly could--before another thunderous fart erupted from your aunt's backside. As a smear it was impossible to retch, however much you wanted to. While in her bed, fast asleep, your aunt smiled in perfect contentment.
What happens tomorrow?
Choice 1) Tara starts to use trick dice that always land on twelve to keep cheating Jake.
Choice 2) Tara wakes Jake up early for "training" to soften him up for the challenge.
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