The Beginning of the End in Her End
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Sorry Becks, but he feels too good to ever let out," Tara said apologetically. "Plus, if I keep letting him out for games, there's a chance he could get away or contact someone for help. It's safer for me to keep him right where he is. I've had a lot of fun messing with the runt over the years, but keeping him permanently trapped in this big ol butt of mine is what I've always wanted."
Becky couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. "It's okay, Tara. I know how hard you've worked to get him for yourself."
"No hard feelings?"
Becky laughed. "With my bestie? Are you kidding? I'm just happy you've finally got what you've always wanted!"
"Me too, Becks," Tara said, hugging her friend and clenching her cheeks again, crushing your body into an unrecognizable mass. "Me too."
You, meanwhile, were oblivious to the entire conversation. The gyrating, the sweating, the pressure, it had all proven too much for you. You had fought for as long as you could but in the end you still blacked out. You woke up hours later. There'd been no pleasant dreams to distract you, and when you woke you knew exactly where you were. You didn't stop to take stock of the situation, you just tried to pry yourself free. Not only were you unsuccessful, but Tara's cheeks clenched immediately. You wondered if she did it on instinct now, like her body had trained itself to do it whenever you showed resistance. It was only after her butt unclenched that you realized Tara was lying down. She was fast asleep in bed! You had no idea the exact amount of time that had passed but you knew one thing for certain. You'd lost.
You'd been given a final chance at freedom and you blew it. Yes, Aunt Tara had stacked the deck ridiculously high against you, but you had thought if you just tried hard enough, if you never gave up, you'd be able to win and return to Cassie. But believing hadn't been enough. Struggling hadn't been enough. Even love hadn't been enough! You were weak and pathetic and insignificant. Just like Aunt Tara had always said. Your every effort to prove her wrong had only made her more certain in her beliefs and had caused you to doubt yourself. And this is where all your posturing had got you. Maybe she was right? If you couldn't save yourself even when everything was on the line, maybe you didn't deserve a life with the woman you loved.
These thoughts haunted your waking moments as the hours passed and you faded in and out of consciousness.
"MORNING, SQUIRT!"
You woke to the familiar sound of your aunt's bellowing voice. She'd pulled back her underwear enough to address you directly in her crack. Not that she could see you. You were wedged too far inside to be visible and she was making no effort to pull you out. She could certainly feel you though.
"Well, looks like today's the day," Tara said smugly. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Jake, really I am," she said with obviously fake sincerity. "No aunt wants this kind of life for their nephew... but you haven't left me with any choice, have you? You've proved to me that it just isn't possible for you to live a normal life with your condition. You just can't take care of yourself. I gave you chance after chance to prove me wrong, and you never could. But deep down, you had to know this was inevitable, didn't you? That this is the only life you've ever deserved. Why bother going to college or getting married when you're best suited for the life of a butt toy? Just think, you'll finally be someplace safe and warm at all times. Someplace where you'll never be a burden on anyone again. Someplace where your small, squishy attributes can be used to their fullest potential, and trust me, I intend to take full advantage of them. If you think about it, I'm only helping you reach your true potential."
You tried to protest this insanity but squished as you were, it was impossible to get a word out. She felt whatever vibrations came from your form and shook her head.
"This isn't up for discussion, Jake. I have you on tape agreeing to my terms. There are no more deals, no more arguments. You brought this on yourself. You're the one who broke his promise. Now, it's time for me to finally collect on our deal. Welcome to your new home, butt boy. I hope you enjoy your stay, because I know I will."
She blew you a kiss then let go of her underwear. It snapped into place, sealing you once more in complete darkness. You tried to struggle, but it was just as pointless now as it had been last night. Tara just laughed and clenched her cheeks again and again, pulling you even deeper. Like every other time you tried to resist her in your life, your efforts only served to make things worse.
Instead you tried to wake yourself up. When Ms. Smalls had opened the door to her house and unknowingly stepped on you, she must've knocked you out! Yes, that made sense! It must all be a dream, it was the only logical explanation! This couldn't be the rest of your life! In fact, it was exactly like the nightmares you'd had when you were younger, the ones where you'd accidentally broken your word to Tara only for her to appear and whisk you away to an eternity in her ass just as she'd threatened. It'd taken you a long time to convince yourself the fear was irrational, that it would never happen, but now, twenty-four years later and here you were, unable to wake up. And unlike your dreams where you'd been unable to feel anything, here you felt everything. Every move she made caused your body pain, every foul drop of sweat absorbed seamlessly into your skin, every rank blast of flatulence set your nostrils on fire. There was no denying it any longer. Your worst nightmare had finally come true. Though it was physically impossible for you to do so, you began to cry.
Tara, meanwhile, went on with the rest of her day, with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face. She started off with scrambled eggs and beer, then watched reality TV for a few hours. She went out and lounged in the sun, working on her tan again. She even decided to put on an old aerobics tape and do some exercise. That night she ordered out from her favorite Mexican restaurant and happily gorged herself, knowing that someone else would have to deal with the consequences more severely than she would. She watched some episodes of her favorite soap opera she'd had recorded, polished off a few beers, then headed off to bed just as she began to feel something powerful brewing in her stomach.
Tara paused, clutched the doorframe to her bedroom in support, lifted a leg and let one rip.
PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT
Tara sighed, satisfied as she felt futile wiggles coming from her behind. She snickered, "Have a nice night, squirt."
She got ready for bed and cozied up under the covers, without a care in the world. In many ways it had just been another day in the life of Tara Bly Bigg. But it was also the happiest day of her life.
"And to think, we still have the rest of our lives ahead of us," Tara thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
BBBRRRAAAAPPP
What happens next?
Becky couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. "It's okay, Tara. I know how hard you've worked to get him for yourself."
"No hard feelings?"
Becky laughed. "With my bestie? Are you kidding? I'm just happy you've finally got what you've always wanted!"
"Me too, Becks," Tara said, hugging her friend and clenching her cheeks again, crushing your body into an unrecognizable mass. "Me too."
You, meanwhile, were oblivious to the entire conversation. The gyrating, the sweating, the pressure, it had all proven too much for you. You had fought for as long as you could but in the end you still blacked out. You woke up hours later. There'd been no pleasant dreams to distract you, and when you woke you knew exactly where you were. You didn't stop to take stock of the situation, you just tried to pry yourself free. Not only were you unsuccessful, but Tara's cheeks clenched immediately. You wondered if she did it on instinct now, like her body had trained itself to do it whenever you showed resistance. It was only after her butt unclenched that you realized Tara was lying down. She was fast asleep in bed! You had no idea the exact amount of time that had passed but you knew one thing for certain. You'd lost.
You'd been given a final chance at freedom and you blew it. Yes, Aunt Tara had stacked the deck ridiculously high against you, but you had thought if you just tried hard enough, if you never gave up, you'd be able to win and return to Cassie. But believing hadn't been enough. Struggling hadn't been enough. Even love hadn't been enough! You were weak and pathetic and insignificant. Just like Aunt Tara had always said. Your every effort to prove her wrong had only made her more certain in her beliefs and had caused you to doubt yourself. And this is where all your posturing had got you. Maybe she was right? If you couldn't save yourself even when everything was on the line, maybe you didn't deserve a life with the woman you loved.
These thoughts haunted your waking moments as the hours passed and you faded in and out of consciousness.
"MORNING, SQUIRT!"
You woke to the familiar sound of your aunt's bellowing voice. She'd pulled back her underwear enough to address you directly in her crack. Not that she could see you. You were wedged too far inside to be visible and she was making no effort to pull you out. She could certainly feel you though.
"Well, looks like today's the day," Tara said smugly. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Jake, really I am," she said with obviously fake sincerity. "No aunt wants this kind of life for their nephew... but you haven't left me with any choice, have you? You've proved to me that it just isn't possible for you to live a normal life with your condition. You just can't take care of yourself. I gave you chance after chance to prove me wrong, and you never could. But deep down, you had to know this was inevitable, didn't you? That this is the only life you've ever deserved. Why bother going to college or getting married when you're best suited for the life of a butt toy? Just think, you'll finally be someplace safe and warm at all times. Someplace where you'll never be a burden on anyone again. Someplace where your small, squishy attributes can be used to their fullest potential, and trust me, I intend to take full advantage of them. If you think about it, I'm only helping you reach your true potential."
You tried to protest this insanity but squished as you were, it was impossible to get a word out. She felt whatever vibrations came from your form and shook her head.
"This isn't up for discussion, Jake. I have you on tape agreeing to my terms. There are no more deals, no more arguments. You brought this on yourself. You're the one who broke his promise. Now, it's time for me to finally collect on our deal. Welcome to your new home, butt boy. I hope you enjoy your stay, because I know I will."
She blew you a kiss then let go of her underwear. It snapped into place, sealing you once more in complete darkness. You tried to struggle, but it was just as pointless now as it had been last night. Tara just laughed and clenched her cheeks again and again, pulling you even deeper. Like every other time you tried to resist her in your life, your efforts only served to make things worse.
Instead you tried to wake yourself up. When Ms. Smalls had opened the door to her house and unknowingly stepped on you, she must've knocked you out! Yes, that made sense! It must all be a dream, it was the only logical explanation! This couldn't be the rest of your life! In fact, it was exactly like the nightmares you'd had when you were younger, the ones where you'd accidentally broken your word to Tara only for her to appear and whisk you away to an eternity in her ass just as she'd threatened. It'd taken you a long time to convince yourself the fear was irrational, that it would never happen, but now, twenty-four years later and here you were, unable to wake up. And unlike your dreams where you'd been unable to feel anything, here you felt everything. Every move she made caused your body pain, every foul drop of sweat absorbed seamlessly into your skin, every rank blast of flatulence set your nostrils on fire. There was no denying it any longer. Your worst nightmare had finally come true. Though it was physically impossible for you to do so, you began to cry.
Tara, meanwhile, went on with the rest of her day, with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face. She started off with scrambled eggs and beer, then watched reality TV for a few hours. She went out and lounged in the sun, working on her tan again. She even decided to put on an old aerobics tape and do some exercise. That night she ordered out from her favorite Mexican restaurant and happily gorged herself, knowing that someone else would have to deal with the consequences more severely than she would. She watched some episodes of her favorite soap opera she'd had recorded, polished off a few beers, then headed off to bed just as she began to feel something powerful brewing in her stomach.
Tara paused, clutched the doorframe to her bedroom in support, lifted a leg and let one rip.
PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT
Tara sighed, satisfied as she felt futile wiggles coming from her behind. She snickered, "Have a nice night, squirt."
She got ready for bed and cozied up under the covers, without a care in the world. In many ways it had just been another day in the life of Tara Bly Bigg. But it was also the happiest day of her life.
"And to think, we still have the rest of our lives ahead of us," Tara thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
BBBRRRAAAAPPP
What happens next?
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