Tara wins, onto the next challenge
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
Even buried so soundly underneath her and so completely flattened, you could still make out Tara's smug gloating. So close. You had been so close to being reunited with Cassie. And now you were going to be trapped inside Tara's ass for twelve whole days? It was the longest stretch of time you'd ever been trapped in such a foul place! If you hadn't been reduced to putty and physically unable to do so, you'd break into tears. Once again, it almost seemed like Tara could read your mind.
"I know it's sad, Jake. This isn't the way I wanted things to go either. As much as I love spending time with you, I really hoped you were strong enough to win. But I guess yesterday's escape was just dumb luck. You're still the same puny weakling you've always been. Maybe it sounds like I'm adding insult to injury here, but I just want to tell you the truth. If I'm not going to go easy on you physically until you've toughened up, I sure as hell won't take it easy on you emotionally. I know it may not seem like it, but this hurts me just as much as it does you."
Given how much physical and emotional pain you were going through right now, with both your body and dreams crushed, you objected to that with every fiber of your being. You could practically picture the look of smug glee on her face. The same expression she'd often worn over the years as she inflicted fresh new hells upon you. If this was her idea of tough love, it was indistinguishable from blatant sadism.
Tara got up and you were not surprised at all to find that you were completely adhered to her short-shorts causing Tara to laugh.
"You giving my booty a hug Jake? Well, that's awfully nice. Let me give her a chance to return the favor."
You tried to reform your mouth so you could beg for mercy, even though you knew she'd never give you any. She peeled you off her ass easily and, once again, brought you up above her shorts, before pulling them back along with her panties so that you could be squeezed right up against her skin. The dark abyss below was an all-too familiar sight, but it brought fresh dread every time you saw it. She dropped you inside, and, giving you no time to brace yourself, clenched her cheeks so her ass could give you a "hug." She clenched for several seconds, rendering you even flatter, stopped, gave you a second's reprieve, then clenched again. Over and over, at random intervals. Sometimes several seconds passed before she did it, other times a whole minute so that just when you hoped she might've finally stopped, she'd clench again. You stopped counting after twenty, but it continued it on for a good ten minutes before she walked back to her living room and plopped herself back on the same recliner from the previous day, wiggling her ass so she was perfectly situated.
"There we go. Nice and cozy. Isn't that right peewee?" Tara called down to you. Naturally you were in no position to disagree. "I'll take that as a, "Yes. Thank you for being such a devoted aunt, Aunt Tara." Why you're welcome, Jake. It's my duty to keep you in my booty! And don't worry. You may be a pathetic piece of butt floss right now, but I swear I'll toughen you up, even if it takes the rest of your life! For now though, let's watch some reality TV."
You mentally screamed. Trash TV. Just when you thought things couldn't possibly get any worse. At least you could tolerate soap operas, but reality TV was like listening to a cast full of Taras!
The rest of the day proceeded the same as the previous one had, only this time escape was impossible. You'd been in this situation enough times to know that once you were inside the underwear, you weren't going anywhere. And even if you could escape like last time, Tara would just shove you right back inside. You tried to tune out the horrible melodrama of people with fake tans, bleached hair and lots of money shouting at their fellow cast members over perceived slights, but Tara's frequent whooping, jeering and laughing made it impossible. Every now and then she'd get up for some food or--more commonly--beer, but otherwise she'd just watch show after show. You actually wondered if she did anything else other than lounge around the house all day. You faded in and out of consciousness as hours passed in the crushing, sweltering, reeking confines of your aunt's ass. Multiple times she woke you up via a sadistic clench of her cheeks or a fresh torrent of gas so she could "talk with you," by which she meant make fun of you. She even woke you up with a bone-crushing squeeze of her cheeks just to tell you she was going to bed. You couldn't believe you had to endure twelve straight days of this before you'd get another chance to win your freedom! You just hoped that over the course of those days, she'd let you out so you could prepare yourself. Or at least get some fresh air! No matter what happened, you had to win the next challenge, you just had to! These thoughts filled your head until you finally drifted back to sleep.
"RISE IN WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE, SHRIMP!"
You awoke to Tara's bellowing voice again. You were at first annoyed to be woken up and then relieved when you saw Tara's fingers coming in to pull you free of your prison. You couldn't believe it! It looked like your prayers had been answered and Tara was actually going to let you out into the outside world. You had no idea for how long but you'd be grateful to get even an hour! For the third day in a row, Tara set you on her bedside table and watched you reform. She was sipping at, surprise, surprise, another beer. Didn't she ever drink water?
"Thank you," you said once your head inflated.
"I'm surprised you're so happy with your accommodations squirt," Tara said. "I mean, most men would kill for the chance to get close to this ass, but you always seemed disgusted by it. Nice to know you're warming up to the idea."
You decided not to vocalize that most men were not one-foot-tall and did not dream of actually being inside an ass, no matter how appealing, but with your fate in her hands, you didn't want to risk angering her.
"No, I mean, thank you for taking me out so I can get some fresh air!"
"Course I let you out, squirt. You didn't really think I'd leave you trapped in there for the full twelve days, did you? How could you do today's challenge from inside my ass?"
Your heart dropped. "T-t-t-today's challenge?!"
Tara looked at you like you were the crazy one. "Duh, pipsqueak. I said you'd roll each day to determine the length of time added to your sentence, didn't I?"
"But I thought you meant I'd roll each day after the sentence was over!"
Tara shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem. I think I was perfectly clear about the rules when we started this game. Maybe once we're done toughening you up, we can work on your listening skills. Anyway, roll the dice."
As customary for Tara, she didn't give you a chance to respond. She just shoved the dice into your arms and stared at you expectantly as she noisily slurped her beer. You weren't ready to concede so easily, however.
"A-aunt T-tara," you said shaking with nerves. "B-b-be reasonable now! I'm already going to be here for twelve days! If we do it this way, I'd need to roll every day and complete every challenge for twelve days straight not to add anymore time!"
"Wow, so smart," Tara drawled carelessly. "You really have been to college, haven't you?"
"But this is insane!" you shouted.
At first you didn't know if Tara hadn't heard you or was ignoring you as she chugged the last few swallows of her beer. Your answer came when she slammed the empty can down on the table inches from you, crumpling it flat with her palm. Her face was looming over you now, frowning dangerously.
"You know, Jake," she said, so close you could smell the alcohol on her breath, "I expected a little more gratitude from you. Let's recap. We had a deal. You broke that deal. You came to me offering to live up to your side of the agreement to repay me. I accept only for you to try to weasel your way out of it, and I, being the loving auntie that I am, offer you another deal. You accept again. And now... are you really trying... to weasel out a second time? I think I've been a pretty understanding woman through all of this, so the last thing I want is to hear anymore of your bitching. Now, I suggest you shut your mouth, be a man and roll the damn dice!"
You didn't throw the dice so much as you did drop them in shock. When they landed, you looked at them in mute horror.
"Twelve," Tara said with a nasty little smile. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I honestly think this is karma for you trying to cheat me again. Now, despite your little tantrum, I'm still committed to the task of turning you into something that's actually worth a damn. I believe I'm owed an, "I'm sorry, Aunt Tara." Don't you agree?"
"I... I'm sorry Aunt Tara," you said numbly.
"And a thank you?"
"T-thank you."
"Any time squirt!" Tara said with a laugh. All hint of fury had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "After all, what's family for? Now let's get started."
You had been in some harrowing situations before but you never felt more powerless than you did right now as your aunt wrapped her fingers around you. It seemed you were doomed. Whatever challenge Tricky Tara had up her sleeve was sure to be impossible. If you won, you'd need to pull off eleven more victories to have a chance at freedom. But, if you lost, which was most likely, you'd need to roll and compete for 24 days! There was no way you'd make it back to Cassie before the break was over! You were beginning to wonder if Aunt Tara had been telling the truth when she called this tough love?
What happens next?
Choice 1) Tara's torments continue and/or get worse.
Choice 2) Tara gets a call from... Cassie's mom?!
"I know it's sad, Jake. This isn't the way I wanted things to go either. As much as I love spending time with you, I really hoped you were strong enough to win. But I guess yesterday's escape was just dumb luck. You're still the same puny weakling you've always been. Maybe it sounds like I'm adding insult to injury here, but I just want to tell you the truth. If I'm not going to go easy on you physically until you've toughened up, I sure as hell won't take it easy on you emotionally. I know it may not seem like it, but this hurts me just as much as it does you."
Given how much physical and emotional pain you were going through right now, with both your body and dreams crushed, you objected to that with every fiber of your being. You could practically picture the look of smug glee on her face. The same expression she'd often worn over the years as she inflicted fresh new hells upon you. If this was her idea of tough love, it was indistinguishable from blatant sadism.
Tara got up and you were not surprised at all to find that you were completely adhered to her short-shorts causing Tara to laugh.
"You giving my booty a hug Jake? Well, that's awfully nice. Let me give her a chance to return the favor."
You tried to reform your mouth so you could beg for mercy, even though you knew she'd never give you any. She peeled you off her ass easily and, once again, brought you up above her shorts, before pulling them back along with her panties so that you could be squeezed right up against her skin. The dark abyss below was an all-too familiar sight, but it brought fresh dread every time you saw it. She dropped you inside, and, giving you no time to brace yourself, clenched her cheeks so her ass could give you a "hug." She clenched for several seconds, rendering you even flatter, stopped, gave you a second's reprieve, then clenched again. Over and over, at random intervals. Sometimes several seconds passed before she did it, other times a whole minute so that just when you hoped she might've finally stopped, she'd clench again. You stopped counting after twenty, but it continued it on for a good ten minutes before she walked back to her living room and plopped herself back on the same recliner from the previous day, wiggling her ass so she was perfectly situated.
"There we go. Nice and cozy. Isn't that right peewee?" Tara called down to you. Naturally you were in no position to disagree. "I'll take that as a, "Yes. Thank you for being such a devoted aunt, Aunt Tara." Why you're welcome, Jake. It's my duty to keep you in my booty! And don't worry. You may be a pathetic piece of butt floss right now, but I swear I'll toughen you up, even if it takes the rest of your life! For now though, let's watch some reality TV."
You mentally screamed. Trash TV. Just when you thought things couldn't possibly get any worse. At least you could tolerate soap operas, but reality TV was like listening to a cast full of Taras!
The rest of the day proceeded the same as the previous one had, only this time escape was impossible. You'd been in this situation enough times to know that once you were inside the underwear, you weren't going anywhere. And even if you could escape like last time, Tara would just shove you right back inside. You tried to tune out the horrible melodrama of people with fake tans, bleached hair and lots of money shouting at their fellow cast members over perceived slights, but Tara's frequent whooping, jeering and laughing made it impossible. Every now and then she'd get up for some food or--more commonly--beer, but otherwise she'd just watch show after show. You actually wondered if she did anything else other than lounge around the house all day. You faded in and out of consciousness as hours passed in the crushing, sweltering, reeking confines of your aunt's ass. Multiple times she woke you up via a sadistic clench of her cheeks or a fresh torrent of gas so she could "talk with you," by which she meant make fun of you. She even woke you up with a bone-crushing squeeze of her cheeks just to tell you she was going to bed. You couldn't believe you had to endure twelve straight days of this before you'd get another chance to win your freedom! You just hoped that over the course of those days, she'd let you out so you could prepare yourself. Or at least get some fresh air! No matter what happened, you had to win the next challenge, you just had to! These thoughts filled your head until you finally drifted back to sleep.
"RISE IN WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE, SHRIMP!"
You awoke to Tara's bellowing voice again. You were at first annoyed to be woken up and then relieved when you saw Tara's fingers coming in to pull you free of your prison. You couldn't believe it! It looked like your prayers had been answered and Tara was actually going to let you out into the outside world. You had no idea for how long but you'd be grateful to get even an hour! For the third day in a row, Tara set you on her bedside table and watched you reform. She was sipping at, surprise, surprise, another beer. Didn't she ever drink water?
"Thank you," you said once your head inflated.
"I'm surprised you're so happy with your accommodations squirt," Tara said. "I mean, most men would kill for the chance to get close to this ass, but you always seemed disgusted by it. Nice to know you're warming up to the idea."
You decided not to vocalize that most men were not one-foot-tall and did not dream of actually being inside an ass, no matter how appealing, but with your fate in her hands, you didn't want to risk angering her.
"No, I mean, thank you for taking me out so I can get some fresh air!"
"Course I let you out, squirt. You didn't really think I'd leave you trapped in there for the full twelve days, did you? How could you do today's challenge from inside my ass?"
Your heart dropped. "T-t-t-today's challenge?!"
Tara looked at you like you were the crazy one. "Duh, pipsqueak. I said you'd roll each day to determine the length of time added to your sentence, didn't I?"
"But I thought you meant I'd roll each day after the sentence was over!"
Tara shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem. I think I was perfectly clear about the rules when we started this game. Maybe once we're done toughening you up, we can work on your listening skills. Anyway, roll the dice."
As customary for Tara, she didn't give you a chance to respond. She just shoved the dice into your arms and stared at you expectantly as she noisily slurped her beer. You weren't ready to concede so easily, however.
"A-aunt T-tara," you said shaking with nerves. "B-b-be reasonable now! I'm already going to be here for twelve days! If we do it this way, I'd need to roll every day and complete every challenge for twelve days straight not to add anymore time!"
"Wow, so smart," Tara drawled carelessly. "You really have been to college, haven't you?"
"But this is insane!" you shouted.
At first you didn't know if Tara hadn't heard you or was ignoring you as she chugged the last few swallows of her beer. Your answer came when she slammed the empty can down on the table inches from you, crumpling it flat with her palm. Her face was looming over you now, frowning dangerously.
"You know, Jake," she said, so close you could smell the alcohol on her breath, "I expected a little more gratitude from you. Let's recap. We had a deal. You broke that deal. You came to me offering to live up to your side of the agreement to repay me. I accept only for you to try to weasel your way out of it, and I, being the loving auntie that I am, offer you another deal. You accept again. And now... are you really trying... to weasel out a second time? I think I've been a pretty understanding woman through all of this, so the last thing I want is to hear anymore of your bitching. Now, I suggest you shut your mouth, be a man and roll the damn dice!"
You didn't throw the dice so much as you did drop them in shock. When they landed, you looked at them in mute horror.
"Twelve," Tara said with a nasty little smile. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I honestly think this is karma for you trying to cheat me again. Now, despite your little tantrum, I'm still committed to the task of turning you into something that's actually worth a damn. I believe I'm owed an, "I'm sorry, Aunt Tara." Don't you agree?"
"I... I'm sorry Aunt Tara," you said numbly.
"And a thank you?"
"T-thank you."
"Any time squirt!" Tara said with a laugh. All hint of fury had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "After all, what's family for? Now let's get started."
You had been in some harrowing situations before but you never felt more powerless than you did right now as your aunt wrapped her fingers around you. It seemed you were doomed. Whatever challenge Tricky Tara had up her sleeve was sure to be impossible. If you won, you'd need to pull off eleven more victories to have a chance at freedom. But, if you lost, which was most likely, you'd need to roll and compete for 24 days! There was no way you'd make it back to Cassie before the break was over! You were beginning to wonder if Aunt Tara had been telling the truth when she called this tough love?
What happens next?
Choice 1) Tara's torments continue and/or get worse.
Choice 2) Tara gets a call from... Cassie's mom?!
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