All or Nothing - Part 1
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"I-is this r-really n-necessary?" you asked, scared out of your wits. It was dark out and you were standing on the bedside table as Tara adjusted a lampshade so the light shined on you like a spotlight.
"Don't blame me," Tara said, as she raised her phone to get you in frame. She was dressed in nothing but a small black bra that barely concealed anything and panties that were doing a remarkable job at not giving into the strain from her monumental ass. "You're the one who weaseled his way out of our original deal, twerp. You hid behind your youth and played dumb, acting like you had no idea how severe the consequences of breaking your promise would be. Well now you're a grown man (in the loosest definition of the words) and the past few days have given you plenty of time for the reality of your situation to sink in. If anyone asks me where the hell you've gone, I need video evidence to prove to them that you know exactly what you've volunteered for."
"Volunteered." That was rich. You knew you were walking into a trap, but it was your only chance at getting your life back! You knew you couldn't win 107 challenges in a row. Every day you'd add more time to your sentence. Not only would you flunk out of college for sure, but, worst of all, you may lose Cassie forever. You knew she was only respecting your wishes by leaving you here, but how long could you reasonably expect her to put her life on hold while you made up some silly debt to your aunt? You wouldn't blame her if she eventually moved on, but at the same time the thought of her getting married to someone else was the second most horrifying thing you could imagine. The first most horrifying thing would be finding out the news of her marriage while buried alive in your aunt's ass. That was why you had to win tonight!
But if you wanted your freedom, that meant playing by Tricky Tara's rules.
"Alright, twerp, just do it like we've rehearsed, And no ad-libbing. Stick to the script or we'll take it from the top... after you come back from being a pancake. Clear?"
"Crystal," you said dejectedly.
"Good. Now look directly into the camera. And... ACTION!"
"H-hello," you squeaked nervously. Tara shot you a glare and immediately you straightened your back, cleared your throat and put some confidence in your voice. "Hello, Cassie. Hello mom. If you're watching this video, then that means you'll never see me again and I need to explain why. Years ago, I made a promise to Aunt Tara. Two weeks ago, I broke it, and I came here of my own freewill to accept the consequences. Tara gave me multiple chances to make things up to her, but I kept failing at them, and at the rate I'm going, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to make amends. Since I can't work off my debt, Tara offered me one final chance to make things right. If I can do it, then I'll be back home and this video will be deleted. If I fail... then that means I'm paying the ultimate price for breaking my word. If you're watching this video..."
You faltered. Tara was watching you expectantly, tapping her barefoot. Before your courage failed you, you took a deep breath and continued.
"If you're watching this video, then it's because I, Jake Bigg, being of sound mind and body, have decided to spend the rest of my life living in the ass of my Aunt Tara. I hereby renounce all ties to the outside world and solemnly swear that I shall remain within her butt forever. I know you must think I'm crazy. After all, what man would want to live in his aunt's ass for the rest of his life? He'd have to be the biggest pervert on the planet! But my mind is made up and there's no changing it. I swear with all my heart, this is what I want. And though you may not understand or agree with my decision, I'm begging you to accept it. Don't try to get me out, don't even try to contact me. I'm too ashamed to even look you in the eye. To Cassie, the woman I love with all my heart, I want to apologize for not being the fiance you deserve and coming back to you. To my beloved mother, who's dedicated her life to taking care of me, even though I just ended up in one squishy situation after another, I want to apologize for being such a failure of a son. You must think I'm the most disgusting creature on the planet, and you're right. You deserved better than me. But because this is my last chance to talk to either of you again, I need to ask you a favor. Move on. Forget about me. I'm not worth your time or your love. I never have been. Which is why it's best that you'll never see me again. Regardless of what you think of me or the life I've chosen, just know that I am finally in the one place where I truly belong."
"CUT!" your aunt exclaimed. "Beautiful job squirt!"
You felt sick. Your aunt had spent all afternoon working on that script. Even when you managed to convince her to let her throw in a good-bye to Cassie and your mom, they had to go through her strict rewrites first. All so that you could just film your own video will... the only difference was that you'd beg for death rather than be subjected to the fate Tara had in store for you if you lost tonight's challenge.
You couldn't help but wonder what Cassie and your mother's reactions would be when Tara showed them that video though. Even if you did lose, you found it hard to believe they'd just leave you to this fate, whatever you said in that video. Cassie had been willing to trust you when you asked to work off your debt, but if she saw a video of you resigning yourself to a lifetime of suffering in your aunt's ass, she'd come to your rescue, right?
Meanwhile, several states away at the Smalls residence, Cassie was being cheered on by her mother and sisters as she threw every picture of you, every gift you gave her and every minuscule article of doll clothes you owned into a fire she'd started in a trashcan outback. As the fire burned, Cassie proposed a toast to her mother, who'd helped her avoid marrying the biggest mistake of her life. Kimberly smiled as her daughters cheered and she took a proud bow.
Or your mother would save you. She could be clueless, sure, and trusted Tara way more than any sane person should, but she genuinely loved you! A single video wouldn't be enough to convince her to let her sister keep you as a permanent butt toy. If nothing else, she'd be curious enough to ask what promise you made to Tara could be so important that you'd sacrifice your life to her ass. Once she knew the truth, she'd never stand for it!
And maybe she wouldn't have... but you'd never find out, because Tara had only started recording you the second you'd said, "If you're watching this video, then it's because I, Jake Bigg, being of sound mind and body, have decided to spend the rest of my life living in the ass of my Aunt Tara." It did lack some of the character motivation of her leading man, but Tara much preferred her director's cut.
"Alright, squirt, now that I've gotten my insurance policy, I think it's time I told you just what challenge will decide your fate. And you know? It's been exhausting looking after you these past two weeks. I've been working my ass off trying to whip you into shape, and after so much work, I think I'm owed a night to unwind. My best friend Becky has been raving about this new place that just opened up, so I thought, what better way to relax than to take my bestie out and dance my ass off at the hottest club in town? And this little number is just the outfit I'm going to do it in!"
Tara threw open her closet doors revealing a two-piece, wine red dress. The top was sleeveless with a plunging neckline, the bottom was a pencil skirt. You recognized it instantly. It was the exact same dress Tara had worn the first night you met. The very same dress she'd tossed you in the back of so her and your mom could hit the club without concerns for your safety.
"A nice little blast from your past, huh, peewee? I know I've gone up a size or two... or three, but for some reason I could never bring myself to get rid of it. It's a bit of a snug fit up front and especially in the back," she said, wiggling her behind for emphasis, "but it wouldn't be much of a challenge for you if it wasn't. That's right, runt! We're going on a walk down memory lane. To win your freedom, you need to escape my ass before Becky and I leave the club. Since 2 am was when your mother and I left the night we met, I think it's only fair to give you until then to escape tonight. I'll take that look of abject horror as agreement. Now," she bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she reached a hand out to grab you, "come to auntie."
"Don't blame me," Tara said, as she raised her phone to get you in frame. She was dressed in nothing but a small black bra that barely concealed anything and panties that were doing a remarkable job at not giving into the strain from her monumental ass. "You're the one who weaseled his way out of our original deal, twerp. You hid behind your youth and played dumb, acting like you had no idea how severe the consequences of breaking your promise would be. Well now you're a grown man (in the loosest definition of the words) and the past few days have given you plenty of time for the reality of your situation to sink in. If anyone asks me where the hell you've gone, I need video evidence to prove to them that you know exactly what you've volunteered for."
"Volunteered." That was rich. You knew you were walking into a trap, but it was your only chance at getting your life back! You knew you couldn't win 107 challenges in a row. Every day you'd add more time to your sentence. Not only would you flunk out of college for sure, but, worst of all, you may lose Cassie forever. You knew she was only respecting your wishes by leaving you here, but how long could you reasonably expect her to put her life on hold while you made up some silly debt to your aunt? You wouldn't blame her if she eventually moved on, but at the same time the thought of her getting married to someone else was the second most horrifying thing you could imagine. The first most horrifying thing would be finding out the news of her marriage while buried alive in your aunt's ass. That was why you had to win tonight!
But if you wanted your freedom, that meant playing by Tricky Tara's rules.
"Alright, twerp, just do it like we've rehearsed, And no ad-libbing. Stick to the script or we'll take it from the top... after you come back from being a pancake. Clear?"
"Crystal," you said dejectedly.
"Good. Now look directly into the camera. And... ACTION!"
"H-hello," you squeaked nervously. Tara shot you a glare and immediately you straightened your back, cleared your throat and put some confidence in your voice. "Hello, Cassie. Hello mom. If you're watching this video, then that means you'll never see me again and I need to explain why. Years ago, I made a promise to Aunt Tara. Two weeks ago, I broke it, and I came here of my own freewill to accept the consequences. Tara gave me multiple chances to make things up to her, but I kept failing at them, and at the rate I'm going, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to make amends. Since I can't work off my debt, Tara offered me one final chance to make things right. If I can do it, then I'll be back home and this video will be deleted. If I fail... then that means I'm paying the ultimate price for breaking my word. If you're watching this video..."
You faltered. Tara was watching you expectantly, tapping her barefoot. Before your courage failed you, you took a deep breath and continued.
"If you're watching this video, then it's because I, Jake Bigg, being of sound mind and body, have decided to spend the rest of my life living in the ass of my Aunt Tara. I hereby renounce all ties to the outside world and solemnly swear that I shall remain within her butt forever. I know you must think I'm crazy. After all, what man would want to live in his aunt's ass for the rest of his life? He'd have to be the biggest pervert on the planet! But my mind is made up and there's no changing it. I swear with all my heart, this is what I want. And though you may not understand or agree with my decision, I'm begging you to accept it. Don't try to get me out, don't even try to contact me. I'm too ashamed to even look you in the eye. To Cassie, the woman I love with all my heart, I want to apologize for not being the fiance you deserve and coming back to you. To my beloved mother, who's dedicated her life to taking care of me, even though I just ended up in one squishy situation after another, I want to apologize for being such a failure of a son. You must think I'm the most disgusting creature on the planet, and you're right. You deserved better than me. But because this is my last chance to talk to either of you again, I need to ask you a favor. Move on. Forget about me. I'm not worth your time or your love. I never have been. Which is why it's best that you'll never see me again. Regardless of what you think of me or the life I've chosen, just know that I am finally in the one place where I truly belong."
"CUT!" your aunt exclaimed. "Beautiful job squirt!"
You felt sick. Your aunt had spent all afternoon working on that script. Even when you managed to convince her to let her throw in a good-bye to Cassie and your mom, they had to go through her strict rewrites first. All so that you could just film your own video will... the only difference was that you'd beg for death rather than be subjected to the fate Tara had in store for you if you lost tonight's challenge.
You couldn't help but wonder what Cassie and your mother's reactions would be when Tara showed them that video though. Even if you did lose, you found it hard to believe they'd just leave you to this fate, whatever you said in that video. Cassie had been willing to trust you when you asked to work off your debt, but if she saw a video of you resigning yourself to a lifetime of suffering in your aunt's ass, she'd come to your rescue, right?
Meanwhile, several states away at the Smalls residence, Cassie was being cheered on by her mother and sisters as she threw every picture of you, every gift you gave her and every minuscule article of doll clothes you owned into a fire she'd started in a trashcan outback. As the fire burned, Cassie proposed a toast to her mother, who'd helped her avoid marrying the biggest mistake of her life. Kimberly smiled as her daughters cheered and she took a proud bow.
Or your mother would save you. She could be clueless, sure, and trusted Tara way more than any sane person should, but she genuinely loved you! A single video wouldn't be enough to convince her to let her sister keep you as a permanent butt toy. If nothing else, she'd be curious enough to ask what promise you made to Tara could be so important that you'd sacrifice your life to her ass. Once she knew the truth, she'd never stand for it!
And maybe she wouldn't have... but you'd never find out, because Tara had only started recording you the second you'd said, "If you're watching this video, then it's because I, Jake Bigg, being of sound mind and body, have decided to spend the rest of my life living in the ass of my Aunt Tara." It did lack some of the character motivation of her leading man, but Tara much preferred her director's cut.
"Alright, squirt, now that I've gotten my insurance policy, I think it's time I told you just what challenge will decide your fate. And you know? It's been exhausting looking after you these past two weeks. I've been working my ass off trying to whip you into shape, and after so much work, I think I'm owed a night to unwind. My best friend Becky has been raving about this new place that just opened up, so I thought, what better way to relax than to take my bestie out and dance my ass off at the hottest club in town? And this little number is just the outfit I'm going to do it in!"
Tara threw open her closet doors revealing a two-piece, wine red dress. The top was sleeveless with a plunging neckline, the bottom was a pencil skirt. You recognized it instantly. It was the exact same dress Tara had worn the first night you met. The very same dress she'd tossed you in the back of so her and your mom could hit the club without concerns for your safety.
"A nice little blast from your past, huh, peewee? I know I've gone up a size or two... or three, but for some reason I could never bring myself to get rid of it. It's a bit of a snug fit up front and especially in the back," she said, wiggling her behind for emphasis, "but it wouldn't be much of a challenge for you if it wasn't. That's right, runt! We're going on a walk down memory lane. To win your freedom, you need to escape my ass before Becky and I leave the club. Since 2 am was when your mother and I left the night we met, I think it's only fair to give you until then to escape tonight. I'll take that look of abject horror as agreement. Now," she bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she reached a hand out to grab you, "come to auntie."
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