Going Home
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
You mentally yelped as the rough underwear broke free of your skin, leaving you plastered in Tara's crack. If nothing else you were relieved to no longer have the coarse, itchy fabric clinging to your skin. Any happiness was short-lived though, as you were still stuck in the worst place on earth with Tara pulling on a fresh pair of underwear. You'd been stuck in here so long you'd seen this pair twice already. You wondered if you'd end up knowing all her underwear by heart by the time this was over... if this was over.
"Ah, much better," Tara said. "See, twerp? Don't say I never did anything for you."
How Tara managed to check her bag and get to her flight on time, you would never know, but judging from the frequency of her cheeks grinding into you and the loud insults she flung, you assumed it involved a lot of running and barging into people. It was a tight squeeze for her to wedge her ginormous ass into her cramped seat, but you felt the brunt of it. The flight was mundane, for her at least. She selected a mindless action flick with plenty of lowbrow comedy for her inflight movie and complained when the stewardess wouldn't serve her anymore alcohol.
The possibility of living in an ass forever was horrific enough, but the idea that you would be stuck with someone so obnoxious was the icing on the misery cake. That was why it was so important for you to think of a way to contact your mother. How could you do it? Blink a message in Morse code? No, you'd tried to teach her that before but whenever you used it your mother just thought you had something in your eyes. A secret hand signal for help? You'd tried that too but most times you were flattened your hands weren't visible, and the few times they were, your mother never remembered what the hand signal was. Once she thought you were asking for a high-five... after you were plastered to, surprise, surprise, Tara's ass. Your aunt had encouraged your mother to follow-through, slapping you into her ass even flatter. They'd both laughed hard at that, and afterwards when your mother said she should probably pull you off, Tara just convinced her to leave you since you were "obviously enjoying it." That had earned you an entire day trapped in her backside. You couldn't believe there was ever a time you'd be nostalgic for being trapped in your aunt's ass for "only" one day.
You spent hours wracking your brain trying to come up with some way to communicate with her, but by the time the plane landed, the best you could come up with was concentrating all your energy on reforming your mouth so you could just shout. It wasn't creative, but honestly if shouting, "HELP!" was enough to save you, you'd take it.
Hopefully you wouldn't need to resort to this. Hopefully your mother would demand you be released immediately once Tara told her about you. You wanted to have faith in her... but past experience taught you a back-up plan couldn't hurt. You were so focused on reforming your mouth that you were only brought out of your concentration by twin ear-piercing squeals of joy.
Your mother and aunt had found each other and jumped with joy in an embrace, causing your world to go up and down.
"You look amazing!" your mother said.
"Don't I know it," Tara said a wink and a flashy pose. "And you? Beautiful as ever! I can't believe it's been so long since we've seen each other."
"It's only been three months, Tara."
"Way too long. So much has changed. We have a lot to talk about. And so much partying to catch up on!"
The two talked animatedly as they made their way back to your mom's car. Tara's jumping had actually managed to work in your favor, managing to slide the smudge that contained your "face" back towards the outside. The space where your mouth would be had slid up from her crack, but only the tiniest bit. It was like having your mouth inches above an ocean of cellulite that threatened to drown you.
Once home, Tara dropped her bags. "Ah, the old squashing--er, stomping grounds. Hope you didn't clean it on my account."
"Don't be silly," your mom said. "It's always like this."
"So it always smells like lemon polish?" Your mother blushed and Tara laughed. "I'm flattered, sis, but you don't need to go through all the effort. After all, I never clean my place up for your visits."
"Yeah, my nose thanks you for that."
"Yeah, yeah," Tara muttered. "You got anything to eat in this lemony fresh place?"
"There's beer in the fridge. As for food, I'll order out. You want the usual?"
"Hell yeah, hot and spicy!" Tara said, already heading to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and spied the beer on offer. "Hey, my favorite!"
"I always keep some stocked up just in case you pop by."
Tara grabbed the entire case and brought it into the living room. She put it on the table before plopping herself down on the couch. In fact, she sat in the very same spot where you'd first "met" and she'd thought she'd killed you under her fat ass. Then she discovered your squishy properties and your fate was sealed. Tara cracked open the can and took a messy slurp.
"Mmm, you spoil me rotten, sis," Tara said.
"Nonsense, I love having you over. Every time you're here I feel thirty years younger!"
"Shit, you kidding me? We haven't aged a day," Tara grabbed another beer and tossed it to your mother. "A toast! To a pair of sisters in their twenties!"
Your mother giggled then shrugged, opening the can and tapping it against Tara's to make the toast official. As usual when your mother and aunt got together, they quickly fell into the rhythm of reminiscing about outrageous stories of their party girl days, that never got old no matter how many times they told them. You knew once they started they'd continue for a few hours. On the one hand, it gave you time to focus on reforming your mouth without interruption. On the other, you knew your aunt was doing the same thing to your mother that she'd done to you. Getting her drunk so that she'd agree to everything Tara said! You had to hurry so when the time came, if you needed to, you could scream your objection. You just hoped you wouldn't need to. That your mother would shut this down the second Tara told her her plans.
Two hours later, as your mother wiped a tear of laughter away and your aunt belched after stripping the last of her extra spicy wings to the bone, Tara finally decided to spring her plan into action.
"So, sis," she said casually. "You hear anything from Jake recently?"
"Yeah, he's spending his break from school at Cassie's house, meeting her family. Can you believe he's engaged? And to such a sweet girl too."
"Hmm," Tara said slowly. "Is that... all you've heard?"
"Well, he hasn't called. I assume he's too busy with Cassie's family to..." she trailed off, noticing the uneasy look on Tara's face. "Wait, Tara, do you know something I don't?"
"I was afraid of this," Tara said with masterful acting. She gave an exhausted sigh and put her empty beer can on the end table with all the others. "Listen, sis... we need to talk about Jake."
"Why, what's wrong?" your mother said, alert from her drunken stupor. "Is he alright? What've you heard? Has something bad happened to him?!"
"Relax, relax," Tara said, putting a steadying hand on your mom's shoulder. "Nothing bad's happened to him. Quite the opposite in fact. He's never been happier. It's just... I wish he would've at least mentioned it to you beforehand. I love him, but the little guy's left me in a bit of a difficult situation."
"Tara, what are you talking about?" your mother asked uncomprehendingly.
"Maybe it's best if I just let Jake explain," Tara said, reaching for her purse.
"He's here?!"
"Yes, but, well, he can say it better than I can."
Your aunt pulled out her phone and selected your "video will." From deep within Tara's butt you could hear the words she'd forced you to say.
"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."
"Nnnn..." your half-formed mouth could barely get the words out. "Dnt... lssn..."
Tara couldn't hear you but she felt the vibrations, and clenched her ass, flattening you again. She muffled a smirk. That never got old. She continued to watch her sister's reaction from the corner of her eye. Her sister's jaw dropped as she heard her son's words, how he volunteered to live out the rest of his life within the butt of his own aunt. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched and whatever shred of conscience Tara had briefly nagged at her. Once the video was over, your mother blinked them away, her face a mess of confusion.
"Jake... Jake is... inside your ass?"
Tara nodded solemnly.
"And he's going to stay there... forever?"
"Sis... I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. Jake's request took me off guard too. I'll answer any questions you have to make this... easier on you."
Your mother looked at her sister for the longest time before opening her mouth to speak.
What does she say next?
Choice 1) "LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW!" She has no intention of letting her sister get away with this.
Choice 2) "I'm so confused..." Your mother still needs some convincing before Tara gets her way.
"Ah, much better," Tara said. "See, twerp? Don't say I never did anything for you."
How Tara managed to check her bag and get to her flight on time, you would never know, but judging from the frequency of her cheeks grinding into you and the loud insults she flung, you assumed it involved a lot of running and barging into people. It was a tight squeeze for her to wedge her ginormous ass into her cramped seat, but you felt the brunt of it. The flight was mundane, for her at least. She selected a mindless action flick with plenty of lowbrow comedy for her inflight movie and complained when the stewardess wouldn't serve her anymore alcohol.
The possibility of living in an ass forever was horrific enough, but the idea that you would be stuck with someone so obnoxious was the icing on the misery cake. That was why it was so important for you to think of a way to contact your mother. How could you do it? Blink a message in Morse code? No, you'd tried to teach her that before but whenever you used it your mother just thought you had something in your eyes. A secret hand signal for help? You'd tried that too but most times you were flattened your hands weren't visible, and the few times they were, your mother never remembered what the hand signal was. Once she thought you were asking for a high-five... after you were plastered to, surprise, surprise, Tara's ass. Your aunt had encouraged your mother to follow-through, slapping you into her ass even flatter. They'd both laughed hard at that, and afterwards when your mother said she should probably pull you off, Tara just convinced her to leave you since you were "obviously enjoying it." That had earned you an entire day trapped in her backside. You couldn't believe there was ever a time you'd be nostalgic for being trapped in your aunt's ass for "only" one day.
You spent hours wracking your brain trying to come up with some way to communicate with her, but by the time the plane landed, the best you could come up with was concentrating all your energy on reforming your mouth so you could just shout. It wasn't creative, but honestly if shouting, "HELP!" was enough to save you, you'd take it.
Hopefully you wouldn't need to resort to this. Hopefully your mother would demand you be released immediately once Tara told her about you. You wanted to have faith in her... but past experience taught you a back-up plan couldn't hurt. You were so focused on reforming your mouth that you were only brought out of your concentration by twin ear-piercing squeals of joy.
Your mother and aunt had found each other and jumped with joy in an embrace, causing your world to go up and down.
"You look amazing!" your mother said.
"Don't I know it," Tara said a wink and a flashy pose. "And you? Beautiful as ever! I can't believe it's been so long since we've seen each other."
"It's only been three months, Tara."
"Way too long. So much has changed. We have a lot to talk about. And so much partying to catch up on!"
The two talked animatedly as they made their way back to your mom's car. Tara's jumping had actually managed to work in your favor, managing to slide the smudge that contained your "face" back towards the outside. The space where your mouth would be had slid up from her crack, but only the tiniest bit. It was like having your mouth inches above an ocean of cellulite that threatened to drown you.
Once home, Tara dropped her bags. "Ah, the old squashing--er, stomping grounds. Hope you didn't clean it on my account."
"Don't be silly," your mom said. "It's always like this."
"So it always smells like lemon polish?" Your mother blushed and Tara laughed. "I'm flattered, sis, but you don't need to go through all the effort. After all, I never clean my place up for your visits."
"Yeah, my nose thanks you for that."
"Yeah, yeah," Tara muttered. "You got anything to eat in this lemony fresh place?"
"There's beer in the fridge. As for food, I'll order out. You want the usual?"
"Hell yeah, hot and spicy!" Tara said, already heading to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and spied the beer on offer. "Hey, my favorite!"
"I always keep some stocked up just in case you pop by."
Tara grabbed the entire case and brought it into the living room. She put it on the table before plopping herself down on the couch. In fact, she sat in the very same spot where you'd first "met" and she'd thought she'd killed you under her fat ass. Then she discovered your squishy properties and your fate was sealed. Tara cracked open the can and took a messy slurp.
"Mmm, you spoil me rotten, sis," Tara said.
"Nonsense, I love having you over. Every time you're here I feel thirty years younger!"
"Shit, you kidding me? We haven't aged a day," Tara grabbed another beer and tossed it to your mother. "A toast! To a pair of sisters in their twenties!"
Your mother giggled then shrugged, opening the can and tapping it against Tara's to make the toast official. As usual when your mother and aunt got together, they quickly fell into the rhythm of reminiscing about outrageous stories of their party girl days, that never got old no matter how many times they told them. You knew once they started they'd continue for a few hours. On the one hand, it gave you time to focus on reforming your mouth without interruption. On the other, you knew your aunt was doing the same thing to your mother that she'd done to you. Getting her drunk so that she'd agree to everything Tara said! You had to hurry so when the time came, if you needed to, you could scream your objection. You just hoped you wouldn't need to. That your mother would shut this down the second Tara told her her plans.
Two hours later, as your mother wiped a tear of laughter away and your aunt belched after stripping the last of her extra spicy wings to the bone, Tara finally decided to spring her plan into action.
"So, sis," she said casually. "You hear anything from Jake recently?"
"Yeah, he's spending his break from school at Cassie's house, meeting her family. Can you believe he's engaged? And to such a sweet girl too."
"Hmm," Tara said slowly. "Is that... all you've heard?"
"Well, he hasn't called. I assume he's too busy with Cassie's family to..." she trailed off, noticing the uneasy look on Tara's face. "Wait, Tara, do you know something I don't?"
"I was afraid of this," Tara said with masterful acting. She gave an exhausted sigh and put her empty beer can on the end table with all the others. "Listen, sis... we need to talk about Jake."
"Why, what's wrong?" your mother said, alert from her drunken stupor. "Is he alright? What've you heard? Has something bad happened to him?!"
"Relax, relax," Tara said, putting a steadying hand on your mom's shoulder. "Nothing bad's happened to him. Quite the opposite in fact. He's never been happier. It's just... I wish he would've at least mentioned it to you beforehand. I love him, but the little guy's left me in a bit of a difficult situation."
"Tara, what are you talking about?" your mother asked uncomprehendingly.
"Maybe it's best if I just let Jake explain," Tara said, reaching for her purse.
"He's here?!"
"Yes, but, well, he can say it better than I can."
Your aunt pulled out her phone and selected your "video will." From deep within Tara's butt you could hear the words she'd forced you to say.
"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."
"Nnnn..." your half-formed mouth could barely get the words out. "Dnt... lssn..."
Tara couldn't hear you but she felt the vibrations, and clenched her ass, flattening you again. She muffled a smirk. That never got old. She continued to watch her sister's reaction from the corner of her eye. Her sister's jaw dropped as she heard her son's words, how he volunteered to live out the rest of his life within the butt of his own aunt. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched and whatever shred of conscience Tara had briefly nagged at her. Once the video was over, your mother blinked them away, her face a mess of confusion.
"Jake... Jake is... inside your ass?"
Tara nodded solemnly.
"And he's going to stay there... forever?"
"Sis... I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. Jake's request took me off guard too. I'll answer any questions you have to make this... easier on you."
Your mother looked at her sister for the longest time before opening her mouth to speak.
What does she say next?
Choice 1) "LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW!" She has no intention of letting her sister get away with this.
Choice 2) "I'm so confused..." Your mother still needs some convincing before Tara gets her way.
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March 28, 2025
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