All or Nothing - Part 2
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
Your aunt grabbed you and lifted you over the backside of her black panties. They were so tight, she strained to pull the elastic back enough for you to fit through and once you were inside, the underwear slammed you into her crack with the force of a car crashing into a brick wall, her cheeks clenching immediately. Soon you were turned into a fine paste and Tara finished you off by giving herself the biggest wedgie of her life. It was so incredibly tight already that you dreaded how it would feel once she put her dress on.
"There we go," Tara smiled. "Now time to put on my Spanx."
"SPANX?!"
"Yes, Jake, Spanx," Tara said, showing off her uncanny ability to read your mind as she pulled a red pair of Spanx shorts out of a drawer. "I told you, the dress is a tight fit. I need a little help. Also, quite frankly, I'm disgusted you'd shame your aunt by drawing attention to the fact she's put on a little weight. How would you like it if I ever made fun of your height?"
Your protests came out in the form of slight--mildly pleasing--vibrations against her cheeks. The shapewear was tighter than Tara remembered, but she figured that was a good thing. Normally she wouldn't wear this and underwear but she wanted as many layers of fabric between Jake and freedom as possible. Once the shapewear was over her hips, it stayed on nice and tight beneath her belly button. She checked herself out in the mirror and was pleased at how it was formed-fitted to her ass. That just left her pencil skirt. That one was trickiest of all. Even with the shapewear compressing her ass and love handles, it still took more effort than she liked to get the skirt over her hips. When the last layer was in place, she gave her ass another look in the mirror. She was confident there'd be no escape. Her nephew was safe and secure in the back end.
"Damn I look good," she thought. The little idiot crying for mercy really had no idea how lucky he was to live in such a sexy place. Granted, if he was enjoying himself, then Tara wouldn't be. It seemed it was just more luck for her that the twerp didn't know a good thing when he saw it.
The top was comparatively easier to get on, but still pretty snug and showed off more cleavage and stomach than it had years ago. Tara just thought the extra bits of exposed skin just made her look even hotter. Every now and then as she put the finishing touches on her bleach blond hair and makeup, she'd feel the familiar vibration of Jake trying to move and every time he did, Tara would smile and clench her cheeks to pulverize him into submission.
Eventually Tara put on her white pumps, grabbed her purse and made for the front door, but was surprised to find an envelope waiting outside on her porch. She picked it up and recognized the return address. It was from the Smalls residence. Had Kimberly sent her another gift? Whatever it was, she knew it'd never be able to top the first one she'd sent, but that didn't mean Tara was going to turn away free stuff. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside, but as she did something snagged and fell out. Tara caught it and her eyes grew wide. It was a diamond engagement ring. Look at the size of that rock! How had the little runt scraped together the cash for a diamond that big? She unfolded the letter that had come with it. It wasn't from Kimberly at all. It was from Cassie.
"Dear Disgusting, Perverted Pig,
If you love your aunt's ass so much, why don't you marry it?
Fuck You Forever,
The Best Thing That'll Never Happen To You"
Tara read it once, twice, three times, then she started to laugh. An uncontrollable, uproarious belly-laugh. She laughed so hard she was gripping her sides. She laughed so hard tears ran down her cheeks. She doubled over and clutched the door frame for support. Her ear-splitting, manic peals of laughter echoed through the night.
This--was the funniest thing--ever!
As she regained control, a crazy thought occurred to her. It was a long-shot but she wanted to try something. And sure enough, the universe conspired to let her win again. The engagement ring Jake had purchased for his beloved Cassie fit perfectly on Tara's ring finger. What were the odds their fingers would be the same size.
"Oh my god, Jake," Tara whispered, amazed. "I was right all along! My ass really is your soulmate!"
She didn't know if Jake could hear her or not. She just felt the familiar vibrations and gave him a nice couple squishes to keep him down. She inspected the ring, enjoying how it shined in the light. Unlike her ex's, Tara had no absolutely no intention to pawn this ring. This she'd keep for herself. It would be her trophy to symbolize her ultimate victory over her living toy.
Tara walked to her Hummer with a spring in her step and an exaggerated swivel to her hips. She arrived at Becky's fifteen minutes later. She honked on the horn outside her friend's house until a curvaceous brunette in a black dress almost as revealing as Tara's came running up to the car. If Tara wasn't so self-assured of her own beauty, she'd be jealous of Becky. Her friend may be a few inches shorter than her but she was just as curvy. The difference was that Becky's curves were more toned than Tara's ample form and her stomach was leaner. Becky had earned both from a strict exercise regiment and careful diet. But given her own incredible figure, Tara much preferred sticking to her strict regiment of eating anything she wanted, drinking like a fish and lounging in her recliner while watching TV.
"Hey girl!" Becky said as she got into the passenger seat. "Where've you been hiding all this time? It's been forever since we've gotten a chance to hang!"
"You know me, Becks," Tara said, pulling off into the road. "Always hard at work."
"Sure you are," Becky said, smirking.
"No, I mean it," Tara said. "Notice anything new?"
Becky's eyes went wide as they landed on the ring on Tara's finger.
"No. Way. You're engaged again?!"
Tara smiled coyly. "Maybe, maybe not." She saw no reason to talk low, confident that between the music, wind, sounds of traffic, and her tons of cellulite crushing you on all sides, you couldn't hear a word she was saying. And she was absolutely right. "Some girl didn't like her boytoy fawning over me, so she dumped his ass. Then she sent me the engagement ring he gave her as a parting gift for helping her realize she could do better. I, on the other hand, have no intention of ever letting the wimp go."
Becky looked at her surprised. "You love him or something?"
Tara laughed hard at that. "Well, I love fucking him up! You would not believe the abuse he can take! And I can't even begin to tell you how much fun it is to screw with his head. All I have to do is give him a little hope, then crush it, over and over again. He falls for it every time. He's like putty in my hands. I own his sorry ass now. The little bitch is my property. And you know me, Becks, I never give up what's mine."
Becky snickered. "Yeah, you always had a thing for pushovers. I bet I know one person who will be glad you finally have a target to focus your attention on."
"Who's that?"
"That tiny nephew of yours, Jake. He was your old favorite victim, right?"
It took all of Tara's self-restraint not to laugh. "You may be right," Tara managed to choke out. "I'll ask him how happy he is the next time I see him."
They reached the club a few minutes later. The place was called The Inferno, and it lived up to its name. It was broiling inside, due to both the warm weather and the mass of bodies packed in the place. There were red, white and orange lights, but they were mostly turned down and strobing, giving the place a dark hellish glow. Tara wasted no time in pushing her way through the crowd of people, leading Becky by the hand, and ordering shots. The music was blaring and soon the two were out on the dance floor.
The inside of The Inferno may look like hell, but inside Tara's ass was where hell truly existed, and you were subjected to all its tortures. Her ass had started to sweat ever since she'd sat down in her car and now the sweltering heat combined with her frantic dancing, meant she worked up a sweat like never before. You were forced to endure it as it your squishy form absorbed it all. With her every move, her cheeks munched on your pitiful body like a chewtoy, eliciting squelches from your soaked form. You felt your aunt swing her hips back and forth, heedless of who she knocked over and you were growing sick with the back-and-forth motions. She twerked and clapped her booty cheeks together, and grinded into Becky, every motion contributing to making you the flattest you'd ever been in your entire life.
You didn't give up though! This was your last chance to win your freedom! It didn't matter how sweaty it was, or how excruciating each clench of her cheeks were, or how every time your body showed the slightest sign of reforming, your aunt would just clench again and reduce you back into paste, then clench more and more to pull you deeper and deeper into her crack like a living wedgie. You realized she was keeping tabs on your inflation, and wasn't taking any chances. You hoped she'd lose focus as she drank more and the hours went by, but she'd learned from her mistake during the first challenge. This time she wasn't underestimating you. Her every movement was dedicated for the express purpose of keeping you trapped inside her ass forever. You didn't know how much time had passed, but you knew you were almost out. You were an unrecognizable smear at this point but that didn't mean you weren't begging and crying and praying for your life even if no one could hear you or cared. This couldn't be how you'd spend the rest of your life! This couldn't be your destiny!
But it'd take a miracle to save you now!
What happens next?
"There we go," Tara smiled. "Now time to put on my Spanx."
"SPANX?!"
"Yes, Jake, Spanx," Tara said, showing off her uncanny ability to read your mind as she pulled a red pair of Spanx shorts out of a drawer. "I told you, the dress is a tight fit. I need a little help. Also, quite frankly, I'm disgusted you'd shame your aunt by drawing attention to the fact she's put on a little weight. How would you like it if I ever made fun of your height?"
Your protests came out in the form of slight--mildly pleasing--vibrations against her cheeks. The shapewear was tighter than Tara remembered, but she figured that was a good thing. Normally she wouldn't wear this and underwear but she wanted as many layers of fabric between Jake and freedom as possible. Once the shapewear was over her hips, it stayed on nice and tight beneath her belly button. She checked herself out in the mirror and was pleased at how it was formed-fitted to her ass. That just left her pencil skirt. That one was trickiest of all. Even with the shapewear compressing her ass and love handles, it still took more effort than she liked to get the skirt over her hips. When the last layer was in place, she gave her ass another look in the mirror. She was confident there'd be no escape. Her nephew was safe and secure in the back end.
"Damn I look good," she thought. The little idiot crying for mercy really had no idea how lucky he was to live in such a sexy place. Granted, if he was enjoying himself, then Tara wouldn't be. It seemed it was just more luck for her that the twerp didn't know a good thing when he saw it.
The top was comparatively easier to get on, but still pretty snug and showed off more cleavage and stomach than it had years ago. Tara just thought the extra bits of exposed skin just made her look even hotter. Every now and then as she put the finishing touches on her bleach blond hair and makeup, she'd feel the familiar vibration of Jake trying to move and every time he did, Tara would smile and clench her cheeks to pulverize him into submission.
Eventually Tara put on her white pumps, grabbed her purse and made for the front door, but was surprised to find an envelope waiting outside on her porch. She picked it up and recognized the return address. It was from the Smalls residence. Had Kimberly sent her another gift? Whatever it was, she knew it'd never be able to top the first one she'd sent, but that didn't mean Tara was going to turn away free stuff. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside, but as she did something snagged and fell out. Tara caught it and her eyes grew wide. It was a diamond engagement ring. Look at the size of that rock! How had the little runt scraped together the cash for a diamond that big? She unfolded the letter that had come with it. It wasn't from Kimberly at all. It was from Cassie.
"Dear Disgusting, Perverted Pig,
If you love your aunt's ass so much, why don't you marry it?
Fuck You Forever,
The Best Thing That'll Never Happen To You"
Tara read it once, twice, three times, then she started to laugh. An uncontrollable, uproarious belly-laugh. She laughed so hard she was gripping her sides. She laughed so hard tears ran down her cheeks. She doubled over and clutched the door frame for support. Her ear-splitting, manic peals of laughter echoed through the night.
This--was the funniest thing--ever!
As she regained control, a crazy thought occurred to her. It was a long-shot but she wanted to try something. And sure enough, the universe conspired to let her win again. The engagement ring Jake had purchased for his beloved Cassie fit perfectly on Tara's ring finger. What were the odds their fingers would be the same size.
"Oh my god, Jake," Tara whispered, amazed. "I was right all along! My ass really is your soulmate!"
She didn't know if Jake could hear her or not. She just felt the familiar vibrations and gave him a nice couple squishes to keep him down. She inspected the ring, enjoying how it shined in the light. Unlike her ex's, Tara had no absolutely no intention to pawn this ring. This she'd keep for herself. It would be her trophy to symbolize her ultimate victory over her living toy.
Tara walked to her Hummer with a spring in her step and an exaggerated swivel to her hips. She arrived at Becky's fifteen minutes later. She honked on the horn outside her friend's house until a curvaceous brunette in a black dress almost as revealing as Tara's came running up to the car. If Tara wasn't so self-assured of her own beauty, she'd be jealous of Becky. Her friend may be a few inches shorter than her but she was just as curvy. The difference was that Becky's curves were more toned than Tara's ample form and her stomach was leaner. Becky had earned both from a strict exercise regiment and careful diet. But given her own incredible figure, Tara much preferred sticking to her strict regiment of eating anything she wanted, drinking like a fish and lounging in her recliner while watching TV.
"Hey girl!" Becky said as she got into the passenger seat. "Where've you been hiding all this time? It's been forever since we've gotten a chance to hang!"
"You know me, Becks," Tara said, pulling off into the road. "Always hard at work."
"Sure you are," Becky said, smirking.
"No, I mean it," Tara said. "Notice anything new?"
Becky's eyes went wide as they landed on the ring on Tara's finger.
"No. Way. You're engaged again?!"
Tara smiled coyly. "Maybe, maybe not." She saw no reason to talk low, confident that between the music, wind, sounds of traffic, and her tons of cellulite crushing you on all sides, you couldn't hear a word she was saying. And she was absolutely right. "Some girl didn't like her boytoy fawning over me, so she dumped his ass. Then she sent me the engagement ring he gave her as a parting gift for helping her realize she could do better. I, on the other hand, have no intention of ever letting the wimp go."
Becky looked at her surprised. "You love him or something?"
Tara laughed hard at that. "Well, I love fucking him up! You would not believe the abuse he can take! And I can't even begin to tell you how much fun it is to screw with his head. All I have to do is give him a little hope, then crush it, over and over again. He falls for it every time. He's like putty in my hands. I own his sorry ass now. The little bitch is my property. And you know me, Becks, I never give up what's mine."
Becky snickered. "Yeah, you always had a thing for pushovers. I bet I know one person who will be glad you finally have a target to focus your attention on."
"Who's that?"
"That tiny nephew of yours, Jake. He was your old favorite victim, right?"
It took all of Tara's self-restraint not to laugh. "You may be right," Tara managed to choke out. "I'll ask him how happy he is the next time I see him."
They reached the club a few minutes later. The place was called The Inferno, and it lived up to its name. It was broiling inside, due to both the warm weather and the mass of bodies packed in the place. There were red, white and orange lights, but they were mostly turned down and strobing, giving the place a dark hellish glow. Tara wasted no time in pushing her way through the crowd of people, leading Becky by the hand, and ordering shots. The music was blaring and soon the two were out on the dance floor.
The inside of The Inferno may look like hell, but inside Tara's ass was where hell truly existed, and you were subjected to all its tortures. Her ass had started to sweat ever since she'd sat down in her car and now the sweltering heat combined with her frantic dancing, meant she worked up a sweat like never before. You were forced to endure it as it your squishy form absorbed it all. With her every move, her cheeks munched on your pitiful body like a chewtoy, eliciting squelches from your soaked form. You felt your aunt swing her hips back and forth, heedless of who she knocked over and you were growing sick with the back-and-forth motions. She twerked and clapped her booty cheeks together, and grinded into Becky, every motion contributing to making you the flattest you'd ever been in your entire life.
You didn't give up though! This was your last chance to win your freedom! It didn't matter how sweaty it was, or how excruciating each clench of her cheeks were, or how every time your body showed the slightest sign of reforming, your aunt would just clench again and reduce you back into paste, then clench more and more to pull you deeper and deeper into her crack like a living wedgie. You realized she was keeping tabs on your inflation, and wasn't taking any chances. You hoped she'd lose focus as she drank more and the hours went by, but she'd learned from her mistake during the first challenge. This time she wasn't underestimating you. Her every movement was dedicated for the express purpose of keeping you trapped inside her ass forever. You didn't know how much time had passed, but you knew you were almost out. You were an unrecognizable smear at this point but that didn't mean you weren't begging and crying and praying for your life even if no one could hear you or cared. This couldn't be how you'd spend the rest of your life! This couldn't be your destiny!
But it'd take a miracle to save you now!
What happens next?
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March 28, 2025
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