All For Nothing
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Jeez, Tara, you've been checking your phone all night," Becky said. "What gives? You got a hot date or something?"
Tara kept her eyes glued to the screen of her phone and held up a finger. Any second now... The clock turned 2:00 am and Tara let out a triumphant whoop and enveloped Becky in a bear-hug.
"I won! I won! You're living in my buns!" Tara sang, laughing. She swung her ass back-and-forth like a pendulum to punctuate each verse. "You thought you were so clever, well now you're mine forever! You broke your word--and then you cried--and now you'll live in my backside!"
"O-kaaaaaaay," Becky said slowly in utter bamboozlement as she broke off her friend's hug. The people nearby on the dance floor who'd overheard were giving them strange looks. A few of them rolled there eyes. "Uh, Tare-Bear, maybe you've had enough drinks tonight."
"Are you kidding me?" Tara bellowed over the music. "We need to celebrate!"
Before Becky could stop her, Tara grabbed her hand and led her to the bar, practically barreling over anyone in her path. "A bottle of your best champagne and two glasses!" Tara roared at the bartender. He only looked at her skeptically until she reached into her purse and slammed a fifty on the table. Then he smiled and said, "Well, not enough for our best, but it'll buy you something decent."
"Good enough!" Tara shouted. The bartender grabbed the fifty and then went to get their drink.
"What's gotten into you?" Becky asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh Becks, I've never felt better," Tara said as she slung an arm over her best friend's neck and pulled her in close. "I have a secret to tell you," Tara whispered, though it still came out quite loud. "Remember when I told you how I got this ring?" she asked, raising the diamond right under Becky's nose. "Well, I left out a teensy-tiny-ittsy-bittsy-squishy-wishy detail. It came from my nephew's fiancee."
"What?" Becky asked in shock.
"Remember the story I told you about the first time I ever met Jake? How I smuggled him to the club with me?"
"You mean when you kept him in your--" Becky's eyes grew wide. "No!" she whispered, a smile breaking out over her face. She looked at her friend's ass and Tara obligingly gave a wiggle, causing her friend to giggle. "Has he really been in there the entire night?"
"He's been in there much longer than that!" Tara laughed. "And he'll be in there for even longer! Remember what I threatened to do to him if he ever told anyone about our little adventure?"
"Oh. My. God." Becky said.
"That's right!" Tara said with an even louder laugh. "The twerp broke our word now he belongs to me!"
"I still can't believe this," Becky said. "How did this even happen?"
The bartender arrived and popped open a bottle of champagne, poured two glasses and left the bottle. The two women drank as Tara told Becky the whole story. About how Jake had gone over to his fiancee's house to meet her family. About how he'd been sharing his exploits with his aunt with them and accidentally spilled the beans about the night they met and the consequences of breaking his promise. About how his former, soon-to-be mother-in-law had doubted Jake's moral character and seized the chance to get rid of him by mailing him to his aunt so she could collect on their deal. Becky could hardly contain her laughter as she listened to how her friend had tricked Jake into participating in challenges to earn his freedom, and then had rigged them so she never had to let him go. She was in awe as she heard how Tara had worked to sabotage his relationship with his fiancee with just one phone call, a couple pictures and a video. It never stopped impressing her how diabolical Tara could be when she put her mind to it. She could probably take over the world if she wasn't so content with living the life of a perpetual party-girl.
"So this morning I gave the squirt an ultimatum," Tara said, pouring herself a glass and emptying the bottle. "Either we keep up these little games until we're old and gray, or he tries his luck at one final challenge where, if he lost, he would have to stick to our original deal and live in my ass forever."
"And escaping was the challenge?" Becky asked.
"I thought it was appropriate," Tara chuckled as she sipped her drink. "The whole thing started with him up my butt at a club, and now that's how it's finished. He lost and now he's mine. What you said in the car was right, Becks. Jake's always been my favorite victim. And now I'll never have to let him go."
"Does his mom know?"
"Not yet, but I have a plan on how to get her to see things my way."
"Why am I not surprised?" Becky laughed. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Then Becky grew a bit more serious, and spoke hesitantly. "So... is that all you have planned for him? Just keeping him in your butt forever? After all the stories you've told me about all the fun ways you've messed with him throughout the years--and even the challenges you made him do--I thought you might have more games in store for him than just leaving him locked up in your--admittedly bodacious--booty. It seems like a waste of a perfectly good toy to just keep him in one place forever. And, after all the stories you've told me... I've come up with a few ideas for how to mess with him myself. I mean," Becky said quickly in case her words could be misinterpreted, "I know he belongs to you and I'd never take him from you, I'm just saying if you ever wanted help in toying with him, I'd be happy to assist!"
Tara mulled it over as she sipped at her champagne. Her dream had always been to keep Jake in her butt forever. There was just something about the feeling of him squashed in her crack, plastered to her cheeks, that just made her feel physically happy. When he was in there, every seat felt like a throne. Whenever it was hot and her crack got sweaty, Jake would just absorb it all. He even absorbed the smell whenever she farted. When he was wedged inside her crack, she slept sounder and better than she did on any other night. Dancing, exercising, watching tv, it all just felt better with him in her ass, as if his presence turned the part of her brain that controlled happiness up to a million. And if she concentrated hard enough, as she'd been doing all night to monitor his progress, she could feel Jake in there, thoroughly flattened but still trying to get free. He knew he'd lost but she still felt the slightest vibrations off of his body, like he was struggling or sobbing, and damn if the sensations didn't make her shudder in bliss. The idea that she never had to give that feeling up was so very tantalizing. If she simply left him where he was, she'd be guaranteed this exquisite joy for the rest of her life.
On the other hand, Becky had a point. It'd been a blast to come up with new and exciting ways to torment her nephew over the years! It had almost become a hobby to her. Tara always loved spending time with her sister, but she couldn't deny that messing with the runt was always the highlight of her visits. She'd actually had to put effort into figuring out new and exciting ways to torture the pipsqueak while still being able to pass it off as an accident and leave his mother none-the-wiser. Sometimes it was just an impulse, or luck with him being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Other times she'd lay awake in bed thinking of the next "accident" she could arrange for her nephew to experience next. The impossible challenges she'd made up for him were just meant to be a stalling tactic until she arranged a way to keep him in her butt forever, but she'd had fun coming up with them as well. And it's not like whenever she was finished with their "games" she couldn't just shove Jake back inside his new home and get the heavenly feeling back immediately...
But was any amount of fun she'd get out of her games really enough to make her give up the sheer ecstasy she'd feel every second of every day if she just never let Jake leave her ass?
Tara had been thinking for so long that Becky was worried she might've offended her friend. "You know, forget it. It was a stupid idea. Your original idea was great. Just keep him there, it's what you both deserve."
As Becky spoke, Tara felt Jake try to move again. She clenched on instinct, felt him flatten, and felt another familiar spike of joy at the feeling. At that moment, she made up her mind.
Tara looked Becky in the eye and said...
Choice 1) "Sorry Becks, but he feels to good to ever let out." Tara will go through with her lifelong dream and keep Jake in her ass forever.
Choice 2) "What sort of ideas did you have in mind for him?" Tara will let Jake out to play sometimes, and she'll let Becky join in on the fun.
Tara kept her eyes glued to the screen of her phone and held up a finger. Any second now... The clock turned 2:00 am and Tara let out a triumphant whoop and enveloped Becky in a bear-hug.
"I won! I won! You're living in my buns!" Tara sang, laughing. She swung her ass back-and-forth like a pendulum to punctuate each verse. "You thought you were so clever, well now you're mine forever! You broke your word--and then you cried--and now you'll live in my backside!"
"O-kaaaaaaay," Becky said slowly in utter bamboozlement as she broke off her friend's hug. The people nearby on the dance floor who'd overheard were giving them strange looks. A few of them rolled there eyes. "Uh, Tare-Bear, maybe you've had enough drinks tonight."
"Are you kidding me?" Tara bellowed over the music. "We need to celebrate!"
Before Becky could stop her, Tara grabbed her hand and led her to the bar, practically barreling over anyone in her path. "A bottle of your best champagne and two glasses!" Tara roared at the bartender. He only looked at her skeptically until she reached into her purse and slammed a fifty on the table. Then he smiled and said, "Well, not enough for our best, but it'll buy you something decent."
"Good enough!" Tara shouted. The bartender grabbed the fifty and then went to get their drink.
"What's gotten into you?" Becky asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh Becks, I've never felt better," Tara said as she slung an arm over her best friend's neck and pulled her in close. "I have a secret to tell you," Tara whispered, though it still came out quite loud. "Remember when I told you how I got this ring?" she asked, raising the diamond right under Becky's nose. "Well, I left out a teensy-tiny-ittsy-bittsy-squishy-wishy detail. It came from my nephew's fiancee."
"What?" Becky asked in shock.
"Remember the story I told you about the first time I ever met Jake? How I smuggled him to the club with me?"
"You mean when you kept him in your--" Becky's eyes grew wide. "No!" she whispered, a smile breaking out over her face. She looked at her friend's ass and Tara obligingly gave a wiggle, causing her friend to giggle. "Has he really been in there the entire night?"
"He's been in there much longer than that!" Tara laughed. "And he'll be in there for even longer! Remember what I threatened to do to him if he ever told anyone about our little adventure?"
"Oh. My. God." Becky said.
"That's right!" Tara said with an even louder laugh. "The twerp broke our word now he belongs to me!"
"I still can't believe this," Becky said. "How did this even happen?"
The bartender arrived and popped open a bottle of champagne, poured two glasses and left the bottle. The two women drank as Tara told Becky the whole story. About how Jake had gone over to his fiancee's house to meet her family. About how he'd been sharing his exploits with his aunt with them and accidentally spilled the beans about the night they met and the consequences of breaking his promise. About how his former, soon-to-be mother-in-law had doubted Jake's moral character and seized the chance to get rid of him by mailing him to his aunt so she could collect on their deal. Becky could hardly contain her laughter as she listened to how her friend had tricked Jake into participating in challenges to earn his freedom, and then had rigged them so she never had to let him go. She was in awe as she heard how Tara had worked to sabotage his relationship with his fiancee with just one phone call, a couple pictures and a video. It never stopped impressing her how diabolical Tara could be when she put her mind to it. She could probably take over the world if she wasn't so content with living the life of a perpetual party-girl.
"So this morning I gave the squirt an ultimatum," Tara said, pouring herself a glass and emptying the bottle. "Either we keep up these little games until we're old and gray, or he tries his luck at one final challenge where, if he lost, he would have to stick to our original deal and live in my ass forever."
"And escaping was the challenge?" Becky asked.
"I thought it was appropriate," Tara chuckled as she sipped her drink. "The whole thing started with him up my butt at a club, and now that's how it's finished. He lost and now he's mine. What you said in the car was right, Becks. Jake's always been my favorite victim. And now I'll never have to let him go."
"Does his mom know?"
"Not yet, but I have a plan on how to get her to see things my way."
"Why am I not surprised?" Becky laughed. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Then Becky grew a bit more serious, and spoke hesitantly. "So... is that all you have planned for him? Just keeping him in your butt forever? After all the stories you've told me about all the fun ways you've messed with him throughout the years--and even the challenges you made him do--I thought you might have more games in store for him than just leaving him locked up in your--admittedly bodacious--booty. It seems like a waste of a perfectly good toy to just keep him in one place forever. And, after all the stories you've told me... I've come up with a few ideas for how to mess with him myself. I mean," Becky said quickly in case her words could be misinterpreted, "I know he belongs to you and I'd never take him from you, I'm just saying if you ever wanted help in toying with him, I'd be happy to assist!"
Tara mulled it over as she sipped at her champagne. Her dream had always been to keep Jake in her butt forever. There was just something about the feeling of him squashed in her crack, plastered to her cheeks, that just made her feel physically happy. When he was in there, every seat felt like a throne. Whenever it was hot and her crack got sweaty, Jake would just absorb it all. He even absorbed the smell whenever she farted. When he was wedged inside her crack, she slept sounder and better than she did on any other night. Dancing, exercising, watching tv, it all just felt better with him in her ass, as if his presence turned the part of her brain that controlled happiness up to a million. And if she concentrated hard enough, as she'd been doing all night to monitor his progress, she could feel Jake in there, thoroughly flattened but still trying to get free. He knew he'd lost but she still felt the slightest vibrations off of his body, like he was struggling or sobbing, and damn if the sensations didn't make her shudder in bliss. The idea that she never had to give that feeling up was so very tantalizing. If she simply left him where he was, she'd be guaranteed this exquisite joy for the rest of her life.
On the other hand, Becky had a point. It'd been a blast to come up with new and exciting ways to torment her nephew over the years! It had almost become a hobby to her. Tara always loved spending time with her sister, but she couldn't deny that messing with the runt was always the highlight of her visits. She'd actually had to put effort into figuring out new and exciting ways to torture the pipsqueak while still being able to pass it off as an accident and leave his mother none-the-wiser. Sometimes it was just an impulse, or luck with him being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Other times she'd lay awake in bed thinking of the next "accident" she could arrange for her nephew to experience next. The impossible challenges she'd made up for him were just meant to be a stalling tactic until she arranged a way to keep him in her butt forever, but she'd had fun coming up with them as well. And it's not like whenever she was finished with their "games" she couldn't just shove Jake back inside his new home and get the heavenly feeling back immediately...
But was any amount of fun she'd get out of her games really enough to make her give up the sheer ecstasy she'd feel every second of every day if she just never let Jake leave her ass?
Tara had been thinking for so long that Becky was worried she might've offended her friend. "You know, forget it. It was a stupid idea. Your original idea was great. Just keep him there, it's what you both deserve."
As Becky spoke, Tara felt Jake try to move again. She clenched on instinct, felt him flatten, and felt another familiar spike of joy at the feeling. At that moment, she made up her mind.
Tara looked Becky in the eye and said...
Choice 1) "Sorry Becks, but he feels to good to ever let out." Tara will go through with her lifelong dream and keep Jake in her ass forever.
Choice 2) "What sort of ideas did you have in mind for him?" Tara will let Jake out to play sometimes, and she'll let Becky join in on the fun.
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