Tormented by Tanning Tara
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Better get the lead out, squirt!" Tara bellowed from over her shoulder. "You only have ten minutes left!"
The two of you were in the backyard of your aunt's ranch house, which contained a hot-tub and a couple beach chairs. A high brown fence obscured you two from any prying eyes. She'd set one of the chairs flat and laid on her stomach, wearing nothing more than a two-piece leopard print bikini and a gaudy pair of sunglasses. Spring was here, the sun was blazing in a clear sky, and Tara had decided to supplement her fake tan with a real one. That, unfortunately, was where you came in.
You had thirty minutes to apply her suntan lotion. It was an experience you recalled attempting once upon a time and which had ended with you at your aunt's house for the first and, thankfully, only time... until now that is. After your aunt's outburst this morning, you were certain she was just going to pound you again like she did yesterday. Instead she surprised you by acting like her flash of anger had never happened. She still heckled you, but they sounded more good-natured than cruel. It was impossible to know if she felt guilty about how she had acted or was just playing mind games with you. Either way, you were walking on eggshells, treating her with excessive politeness. You laughed at all of her jokes, no matter how degrading, agreed with her every word, and whenever she fished for compliments, you showered her with praises. If sucking up was what it took to earn you your freedom, you'd take it.
So far the challenge was easy. Suspiciously so. She'd given you a generous timeframe, done her arms and legs herself, then put puddles of lotion between her shoulder blades, in the small of her back and on top of her right butt cheek, before saying the rest was up to you and lying on her stomach. So far she hadn't made any attempts to impede your efforts but you knew it wouldn't be Tara if she didn't throw at least one curveball at you. The biggest hurdle to overcome so far was that your body was so sore from the previous three days of torture that it physically hurt to move. Still, hard-work out in the fresh air and sunshine beat your previous sleeping arrangements any day. You didn't dare cease the repetitive rubbing motions, afraid that a moment of carelessness would doom you for twenty-four more days here. By the time she called out the ten minute warning, you'd already finished working on her shoulders and back.
Now came the one part of her body you'd been dreading. Her ass. The twin peaks were like a pair of fleshy mountains, each looming six inches higher than you. Nervously, you started to work on the base before making any effort to climb your way up.
"You having fun back there, pipsqueak?" your aunt called over her shoulder.
You responded without looking back so you could continue working, saying with forced cheer, "I'm having the time of my life, Aunt Tara!"
"I guess you really enjoy living here with your aunt, don't you?"
"I love it more than anything in the world!" you lied through gritted teeth. You could not afford a repeat of this morning.
Tara laughed, "I love you too, Jake. Even if you are a weirdo."
You really had no idea where the hell she was going with this, but you didn't want to risk being distracted, so you just shouted back, "Thank you for being so understanding!"
She stopped asking you questions but you thought you could hear her murmuring something, though you couldn't make out what. It didn't matter, time was running out and the base was finished. Time to climb up, lather the top and the other side. You tried to get a grip, but you realized your hands were slippery from the lotion and you couldn't get any purchase. You took a few steps back and made a running leap, hopping to grab up onto the edge but you only bounced off and onto her back. You approached the edge of the beach chair. Metal frames with pink plastic grips. You reached out hesitantly with a finger and pulled it back after it was scalded on the searing metal. You stuck your finger in your mouth to cool it down and gagged as you tasted suntan lotion. Yeah, climbing the metal was going to hurt like hell. But the only other alternative would be trying to scale her ass... from inside her crack.
You grabbed the metal and let out a high-pitched yelp as you scrambled up the frame. It was a short climb to the plastic grip, but it left your palms and the soles of your feet burning. You hopped from foot to foot, only stopping when you nearly fell off the back of the chair, saved yourself by pin-wheeling your arms then lurched forward and face-planted right into your aunt's butt cheek.
"You giving my butt a kiss, Jake? Well aren't you a real prince charming?"
This was so degrading.
You didn't respond, only got up, approached the pool of lotion on her right cheek and began rubbing it in. You worked cautiously, expecting Tara to act at any moment. Several minutes passed and her right cheek was completely finished when Tara made a sudden motion. You flinched, positive she was about to smack you flat into her ass as she had years ago. Instead, she clenched her cheeks once, quickly, causing you to slip back and plummet into her crack! You threw out your arms to save yourself, gripping the right cheek with one hand and pressing the palm of your left hand against her left cheek, leaving your head vulnerably dangling within the abyss. Before you could pull yourself out, Tara clenched again. Your head and left arm squashed completely flat.
Outside, you heard your aunt laughing. This was it. You were doomed. You knew Tara would now clench again and again, pulling the rest of your body into her booty so she could claim another victory. You'd cry if you could and just resigned yourself to the inevitable...
But instead you were amazed as your aunt reached into her crack and pulled you out, your head and one arm still pressed together into an indistinguishable smudge. She was looking over her shoulder as she held her other arm up with her phone, aiming it so that both of you were visible on screen. Was she... recording this?
"Hope you don't mind the video squirt," Tara said. "I just want to have a couple vids and pics of you as souvenirs for when you're gone." Gone? Souvenirs? What? "Now," Tara said compassionately, "I know how much you love being inside my backside, but you still have some work to do. How about you finish rubbing in that suntan lotion you so graciously offered to apply to me before you go back in my ass?"
You had no idea where this act of mercy was coming from but you weren't going to pass it up. You nodded vigorously, you head flapping up and down like a piece of paper.
"That's a good boy," Tara said. "How about you give us a big thumbs-up?"
You didn't think, any reprieve from her ass was an opportunity you'd jump at, you flashed a big thumbs up with your still three-dimensional arm, and went back to work. Tara lowered her phone and you thought she muttered something else, but you didn't hear what.
It took another few minutes to finish applying the lotion to her left cheek. Your head had finally inflated enough for you to shout, "DONE!"
Tara looked over her shoulder at your work. "Good job, squirt! The backside looks excellent." You smiled. "I can't wait to see how you do on the frontside!" Smile gone.
"Front?"
"Well, yeah, you don't expect me to have an uneven tan do you? I'd look ridiculous."
Before you could respond, Tara turned over in her seat. You let out a wail as you fell and landed on the edge of the chair. She gave you a moment to appreciate the view above you before. SQUISH!
Tara dug under her butt-cheek and pulled you out. Your entire lower half was flattened as she raised the bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some on her stomach and above the outpouring of cleavage barely contained by her bikini.
"You better work fast," Tara said. "You only have two minutes left."
She was smirking at you from behind her large sunglasses. You knew she was just daring you to object over how unfair this was. Stifling a sob, you began rubbing the lotion into her now much broader stomach as fast as you could. When the alarm went off you weren't even close to finished.
Tara sighed melodramatically. "Well, squirt, you've failed again. And at such a simple task too. Let me show you how it's done."
Without warning your aunt raised her hand and brought her palm down on top of you, flattening you against her belly just as easily as she had with her beer can earlier. She used your fleshy body to scoop up a glob of suntan lotion, then rubbed you and it together in her hands so that you were coated with the foul stuff. She then began vigorously rubbing you up and down her stomach, along her sides, and under her armpits. Then she moved on to her chest, rubbing you above and then within her cleavage, working you around the inside of her bikini, as impersonally as if you were a loofah instead of a human being. The taste of her sweat with lotion, made your pores feel nauseous. It took her about five minutes transfer the lotion from you onto her, and once she was done she lifted you in front of her face and lowered her sunglasses so she could stare at you directly.
"See how easy that was? If I didn't know any better, Jake, I'd say you never want to leave me. Oh well. Guess we'll see what tomorrow brings."
You begged and pleaded for mercy but they only came out as small vibrations from your putty-like body. Your aunt paid them no heed as she suspended you over her ass, pulled back her bottoms, and dropped you inside. Having securely sealed you in foul darkness once more, Tara put her arms behind her head and smiled as she basked in the sun.
The next day...
Choice 1) Keep the challenges going one day at a time
Choice 2) Skip ahead to the end of a twelve day losing streak
The two of you were in the backyard of your aunt's ranch house, which contained a hot-tub and a couple beach chairs. A high brown fence obscured you two from any prying eyes. She'd set one of the chairs flat and laid on her stomach, wearing nothing more than a two-piece leopard print bikini and a gaudy pair of sunglasses. Spring was here, the sun was blazing in a clear sky, and Tara had decided to supplement her fake tan with a real one. That, unfortunately, was where you came in.
You had thirty minutes to apply her suntan lotion. It was an experience you recalled attempting once upon a time and which had ended with you at your aunt's house for the first and, thankfully, only time... until now that is. After your aunt's outburst this morning, you were certain she was just going to pound you again like she did yesterday. Instead she surprised you by acting like her flash of anger had never happened. She still heckled you, but they sounded more good-natured than cruel. It was impossible to know if she felt guilty about how she had acted or was just playing mind games with you. Either way, you were walking on eggshells, treating her with excessive politeness. You laughed at all of her jokes, no matter how degrading, agreed with her every word, and whenever she fished for compliments, you showered her with praises. If sucking up was what it took to earn you your freedom, you'd take it.
So far the challenge was easy. Suspiciously so. She'd given you a generous timeframe, done her arms and legs herself, then put puddles of lotion between her shoulder blades, in the small of her back and on top of her right butt cheek, before saying the rest was up to you and lying on her stomach. So far she hadn't made any attempts to impede your efforts but you knew it wouldn't be Tara if she didn't throw at least one curveball at you. The biggest hurdle to overcome so far was that your body was so sore from the previous three days of torture that it physically hurt to move. Still, hard-work out in the fresh air and sunshine beat your previous sleeping arrangements any day. You didn't dare cease the repetitive rubbing motions, afraid that a moment of carelessness would doom you for twenty-four more days here. By the time she called out the ten minute warning, you'd already finished working on her shoulders and back.
Now came the one part of her body you'd been dreading. Her ass. The twin peaks were like a pair of fleshy mountains, each looming six inches higher than you. Nervously, you started to work on the base before making any effort to climb your way up.
"You having fun back there, pipsqueak?" your aunt called over her shoulder.
You responded without looking back so you could continue working, saying with forced cheer, "I'm having the time of my life, Aunt Tara!"
"I guess you really enjoy living here with your aunt, don't you?"
"I love it more than anything in the world!" you lied through gritted teeth. You could not afford a repeat of this morning.
Tara laughed, "I love you too, Jake. Even if you are a weirdo."
You really had no idea where the hell she was going with this, but you didn't want to risk being distracted, so you just shouted back, "Thank you for being so understanding!"
She stopped asking you questions but you thought you could hear her murmuring something, though you couldn't make out what. It didn't matter, time was running out and the base was finished. Time to climb up, lather the top and the other side. You tried to get a grip, but you realized your hands were slippery from the lotion and you couldn't get any purchase. You took a few steps back and made a running leap, hopping to grab up onto the edge but you only bounced off and onto her back. You approached the edge of the beach chair. Metal frames with pink plastic grips. You reached out hesitantly with a finger and pulled it back after it was scalded on the searing metal. You stuck your finger in your mouth to cool it down and gagged as you tasted suntan lotion. Yeah, climbing the metal was going to hurt like hell. But the only other alternative would be trying to scale her ass... from inside her crack.
You grabbed the metal and let out a high-pitched yelp as you scrambled up the frame. It was a short climb to the plastic grip, but it left your palms and the soles of your feet burning. You hopped from foot to foot, only stopping when you nearly fell off the back of the chair, saved yourself by pin-wheeling your arms then lurched forward and face-planted right into your aunt's butt cheek.
"You giving my butt a kiss, Jake? Well aren't you a real prince charming?"
This was so degrading.
You didn't respond, only got up, approached the pool of lotion on her right cheek and began rubbing it in. You worked cautiously, expecting Tara to act at any moment. Several minutes passed and her right cheek was completely finished when Tara made a sudden motion. You flinched, positive she was about to smack you flat into her ass as she had years ago. Instead, she clenched her cheeks once, quickly, causing you to slip back and plummet into her crack! You threw out your arms to save yourself, gripping the right cheek with one hand and pressing the palm of your left hand against her left cheek, leaving your head vulnerably dangling within the abyss. Before you could pull yourself out, Tara clenched again. Your head and left arm squashed completely flat.
Outside, you heard your aunt laughing. This was it. You were doomed. You knew Tara would now clench again and again, pulling the rest of your body into her booty so she could claim another victory. You'd cry if you could and just resigned yourself to the inevitable...
But instead you were amazed as your aunt reached into her crack and pulled you out, your head and one arm still pressed together into an indistinguishable smudge. She was looking over her shoulder as she held her other arm up with her phone, aiming it so that both of you were visible on screen. Was she... recording this?
"Hope you don't mind the video squirt," Tara said. "I just want to have a couple vids and pics of you as souvenirs for when you're gone." Gone? Souvenirs? What? "Now," Tara said compassionately, "I know how much you love being inside my backside, but you still have some work to do. How about you finish rubbing in that suntan lotion you so graciously offered to apply to me before you go back in my ass?"
You had no idea where this act of mercy was coming from but you weren't going to pass it up. You nodded vigorously, you head flapping up and down like a piece of paper.
"That's a good boy," Tara said. "How about you give us a big thumbs-up?"
You didn't think, any reprieve from her ass was an opportunity you'd jump at, you flashed a big thumbs up with your still three-dimensional arm, and went back to work. Tara lowered her phone and you thought she muttered something else, but you didn't hear what.
It took another few minutes to finish applying the lotion to her left cheek. Your head had finally inflated enough for you to shout, "DONE!"
Tara looked over her shoulder at your work. "Good job, squirt! The backside looks excellent." You smiled. "I can't wait to see how you do on the frontside!" Smile gone.
"Front?"
"Well, yeah, you don't expect me to have an uneven tan do you? I'd look ridiculous."
Before you could respond, Tara turned over in her seat. You let out a wail as you fell and landed on the edge of the chair. She gave you a moment to appreciate the view above you before. SQUISH!
Tara dug under her butt-cheek and pulled you out. Your entire lower half was flattened as she raised the bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some on her stomach and above the outpouring of cleavage barely contained by her bikini.
"You better work fast," Tara said. "You only have two minutes left."
She was smirking at you from behind her large sunglasses. You knew she was just daring you to object over how unfair this was. Stifling a sob, you began rubbing the lotion into her now much broader stomach as fast as you could. When the alarm went off you weren't even close to finished.
Tara sighed melodramatically. "Well, squirt, you've failed again. And at such a simple task too. Let me show you how it's done."
Without warning your aunt raised her hand and brought her palm down on top of you, flattening you against her belly just as easily as she had with her beer can earlier. She used your fleshy body to scoop up a glob of suntan lotion, then rubbed you and it together in her hands so that you were coated with the foul stuff. She then began vigorously rubbing you up and down her stomach, along her sides, and under her armpits. Then she moved on to her chest, rubbing you above and then within her cleavage, working you around the inside of her bikini, as impersonally as if you were a loofah instead of a human being. The taste of her sweat with lotion, made your pores feel nauseous. It took her about five minutes transfer the lotion from you onto her, and once she was done she lifted you in front of her face and lowered her sunglasses so she could stare at you directly.
"See how easy that was? If I didn't know any better, Jake, I'd say you never want to leave me. Oh well. Guess we'll see what tomorrow brings."
You begged and pleaded for mercy but they only came out as small vibrations from your putty-like body. Your aunt paid them no heed as she suspended you over her ass, pulled back her bottoms, and dropped you inside. Having securely sealed you in foul darkness once more, Tara put her arms behind her head and smiled as she basked in the sun.
The next day...
Choice 1) Keep the challenges going one day at a time
Choice 2) Skip ahead to the end of a twelve day losing streak
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