Understanding Parent
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"I'm so confused," your mother said. "None of this makes sense! Why would he do this? Why with you? Why wouldn't he tell me this himself?!"
"NO MOM! DON'T BELIEVE HER! WHATEVER SHE SAYS DON'T BELIEVE HER!" your shouts only came from inside your head as the latest clench of your aunt's ass had caused your mouth to meld shut again, forcing you to start trying to pry it open all over again. You poured your every ounce of strength into this, but as you did, Tara laid on the fake sympathy and spun her lies.
"There, there, sis," Tara said, patting your mom on the back. "It'll be okay. I know how you feel. I was just as shocked as anyone when Jake mailed himself to me."
"He did what?!"
"Maybe it'll be best if I start from the beginning. You remember how when Jake was younger and he snuck away with me during that one trip?"
"I remember that!" your mother said, memories flooding back. "He said you stuck him in your butt on purpose to punish him for calling you an asshole! I told him there was no way you'd ever do that to him and punished him!"
"He blamed me?" Tara said, acting surprised. "Huh. I suppose I can't blame him. He was young. And the truth was so embarrassing."
"You said he snuck into one of your suitcases."
"I'm sorry, sis. I only told you half the truth. I didn't have the heart to tell you back then but... there was another reason Jake stowed away in my bag."
"Yes?" your mother asked, terrified of where this was going.
"It was because... it was because he asked me to keep him in my ass."
"NO!" your mother said in disbelief.
"Yes... and I'm afraid it gets worse."
"How?!"
"Because Jake said... that he wanted to live in my ass. He told me he was in love with it. That he dreamed about it every night since the first time he laid eyes on it. I mean, I was flattered. And really, who could blame him? But I didn't want to tell you the whole truth. It was just so messed up. I told him he was young and didn't know what he wanted out of life, I told him how it'd break your heart if I let him stay. I hoped he would grow out of it, but clearly he never did."
"Oh my god," your mother whispered. "I can't believe it."
"DON'T BELIEVE IT MOM! IT'S ALL LIES! JUST TAKE ME OUT SO I CAN EXPLAIN!" But, of course, you could only scream this in your head. Your mouth still wouldn't form.
"Sis," Tara said comfortingly. "Think back to Jake growing up. Remember all those "accidents" that would happen to him? How he ended up squashed under the feet, boobs and butt of any curvy woman who crossed his path? How he'd keep going missing and, nine times out of ten, we'd find him wedged inside my big ol booty? Don't you think it happened too much to be coincidence?"
"You're saying he did it on purpose?" your mother gasped, mortified. "That he likes it?!"
"NO, I DON'T LIKE IT! AND IT WASN'T A COINCIDENCE AT ALL! TARA SQUASHED ME ON PURPOSE BECAUSE SHE LIKES IT! COME ON MOM, THINK!"
"It all adds up, doesn't it?" Tara asked, feeling more smug and secure in her victory by the second. "Why he kept telling all those fibs about me being the one who squashed him on purpose? He didn't want you to find out the truth. He was ashamed. He's been ashamed all his life, but he still wanted it. No matter how much time passed he still wanted to crawl up my butt and never see the light of day again. It's why he made up a story to his fiancee's mother. So she would agree to send him to me and he could beg for another chance for my butt to be his new home."
"Story?" your mother blinked. "What story?"
"Some made-up nonsense about the night we met and you and me went out clubbing. He asked Ms. Smalls to write a letter and everything. Look."
Tara reached into her purse and casually handed the letter over to your mother, who read it frantically.
"This can't be real," your mother said when she was finished. "His future with Cassie? His college education? His entire life?! He'd throw it away just like that?! This doesn't make any sense!"
Tara shrugged. "He said college wouldn't do him any good when the job he wants most in the world doesn't need any education. And, as for Cassie, he said she deserves someone better than him, someone, "Who's heart doesn't belong to his aunt's ass," were his exact words. Look," she presented the engagement ring that Cassie had sent back, your oblivious mother only noticed in now for the first time. "He even gave me this to prove his eternal devotion."
Your mother tore the letter into pieces. "I don't believe this! I can't believe this! Why wouldn't he talk to me about this?!"
"He was too ashamed! You heard him in the video. He called himself the biggest pervert on the planet even though this is what he wants with all his heart. He couldn't even bare to face you! It's why he asked me to make the video and speak on his behalf."
"BUT WHY?!" your mother yelled. "Even if he does want this, why would you agree?!"
Tara chose her next words very carefully. She could feel her sister bending to her will. She knew she was on the precipice of getting her heart's desire. One wrong word would lead to victory or defeat.
"Because I love him," Tara said. "Because I want what's best for him. When Jake first begged me for this, I told him he was too young to know what he was asking for. But even after he's all grown-up, he still came back and begged for the exact same thing. He's an adult and he's free to make his own choices. If he really believes my ass is the place where he deserves to be for all eternity, if this has been his lifelong dream and he's devoted his entire life trying to achieve it, what kind of aunt would I be if I stood in the way of his happiness? I thought you'd feel the same."
The silence that followed was deafening. Your mother's anger dissipating, her confidence destroyed, she sank into her seat, defeated. There was none of the righteous anger you'd been praying for. None of the demands for your return.
Instead she asked, "Is this my fault? Did he turn out this way because of me?"
"No, sis, no!" Tara said, hugging your mother tight, her face pointed away so your mother couldn't see her triumphant smile. "You can't blame yourself for how he turned out. You're the best mother in the world! Some people are... just like this. We'll never understand why Jake wants this. It's best if we don't think too hard about it. We just have to accept that this is what Jake wants and this is the life he's chosen to lead."
Your mouth was finally starting to pry apart. You wanted to scream your defiance but you knew your mother was falling under Tara's spell. You may only have one shot at this. You needed to make it count!
"Can I... Can I talk to him?"
Tara's smile faltered. "I... I don't think that's a good idea," Tara said. "You heard what he said on the video. His mind's made up and there's no changing it. He doesn't want anyone to free him or contact him. He just wants to stay where he's at. If I let you see him, he'd be humiliated. I made a promise to him."
"I know, I know," your mother said. "I won't try to change his mind. I know it wouldn't do any good. I just... I just want to say good-bye."
Tara weighed the risks in her head. Jake was a pancake now. Over the past few weeks she hadn't heard him able to say a word in all the time he'd been in there. It was doubtful he'd suddenly speak now. And if she just said no, it may seem suspicious enough to ruin her whole scheme. A compromise was in order.
"Alright," Tara said. "You can say good-bye. But out of respect for Jake's wishes I can't let you see him. I can only let you speak to him."
"I understand," your mother said. "That's more than fair. Thank you."
Tara turned around on the couch and knelt on the cushions. As she did, she heard groans coming from her stomach and felt some mild cramps. The extra spicy wings weren't sitting well. She ignored it, and her ass was now at eye-level with your mother.
"Jake, I... I know you didn't want me to contact you, but I couldn't just let my son go without talking to him one last time. I'll try to respect your wishes by keeping this brief. I know you feel embarrassed by this, but you shouldn't! I may not understand why you're doing this, but if it makes you happy, that's all I need to know. I won't stand in your way. I wish you a lifetime of happiness and I'll always support you. Just know that... no matter what happens or where you are..."
An intense gurgle came from Tara's stomach and at the same time you managed to open your mouth as wide as you could. You took a deep breath to scream.
"I'll always love you--"
Suddenly she was cut-off as...
Choice 1) Your mother hears you screaming, clear as day, "HELP ME!"
Choice 2) Your aunt lets loose a monstrous fart, completely blocking out the sound of your voice.
"NO MOM! DON'T BELIEVE HER! WHATEVER SHE SAYS DON'T BELIEVE HER!" your shouts only came from inside your head as the latest clench of your aunt's ass had caused your mouth to meld shut again, forcing you to start trying to pry it open all over again. You poured your every ounce of strength into this, but as you did, Tara laid on the fake sympathy and spun her lies.
"There, there, sis," Tara said, patting your mom on the back. "It'll be okay. I know how you feel. I was just as shocked as anyone when Jake mailed himself to me."
"He did what?!"
"Maybe it'll be best if I start from the beginning. You remember how when Jake was younger and he snuck away with me during that one trip?"
"I remember that!" your mother said, memories flooding back. "He said you stuck him in your butt on purpose to punish him for calling you an asshole! I told him there was no way you'd ever do that to him and punished him!"
"He blamed me?" Tara said, acting surprised. "Huh. I suppose I can't blame him. He was young. And the truth was so embarrassing."
"You said he snuck into one of your suitcases."
"I'm sorry, sis. I only told you half the truth. I didn't have the heart to tell you back then but... there was another reason Jake stowed away in my bag."
"Yes?" your mother asked, terrified of where this was going.
"It was because... it was because he asked me to keep him in my ass."
"NO!" your mother said in disbelief.
"Yes... and I'm afraid it gets worse."
"How?!"
"Because Jake said... that he wanted to live in my ass. He told me he was in love with it. That he dreamed about it every night since the first time he laid eyes on it. I mean, I was flattered. And really, who could blame him? But I didn't want to tell you the whole truth. It was just so messed up. I told him he was young and didn't know what he wanted out of life, I told him how it'd break your heart if I let him stay. I hoped he would grow out of it, but clearly he never did."
"Oh my god," your mother whispered. "I can't believe it."
"DON'T BELIEVE IT MOM! IT'S ALL LIES! JUST TAKE ME OUT SO I CAN EXPLAIN!" But, of course, you could only scream this in your head. Your mouth still wouldn't form.
"Sis," Tara said comfortingly. "Think back to Jake growing up. Remember all those "accidents" that would happen to him? How he ended up squashed under the feet, boobs and butt of any curvy woman who crossed his path? How he'd keep going missing and, nine times out of ten, we'd find him wedged inside my big ol booty? Don't you think it happened too much to be coincidence?"
"You're saying he did it on purpose?" your mother gasped, mortified. "That he likes it?!"
"NO, I DON'T LIKE IT! AND IT WASN'T A COINCIDENCE AT ALL! TARA SQUASHED ME ON PURPOSE BECAUSE SHE LIKES IT! COME ON MOM, THINK!"
"It all adds up, doesn't it?" Tara asked, feeling more smug and secure in her victory by the second. "Why he kept telling all those fibs about me being the one who squashed him on purpose? He didn't want you to find out the truth. He was ashamed. He's been ashamed all his life, but he still wanted it. No matter how much time passed he still wanted to crawl up my butt and never see the light of day again. It's why he made up a story to his fiancee's mother. So she would agree to send him to me and he could beg for another chance for my butt to be his new home."
"Story?" your mother blinked. "What story?"
"Some made-up nonsense about the night we met and you and me went out clubbing. He asked Ms. Smalls to write a letter and everything. Look."
Tara reached into her purse and casually handed the letter over to your mother, who read it frantically.
"This can't be real," your mother said when she was finished. "His future with Cassie? His college education? His entire life?! He'd throw it away just like that?! This doesn't make any sense!"
Tara shrugged. "He said college wouldn't do him any good when the job he wants most in the world doesn't need any education. And, as for Cassie, he said she deserves someone better than him, someone, "Who's heart doesn't belong to his aunt's ass," were his exact words. Look," she presented the engagement ring that Cassie had sent back, your oblivious mother only noticed in now for the first time. "He even gave me this to prove his eternal devotion."
Your mother tore the letter into pieces. "I don't believe this! I can't believe this! Why wouldn't he talk to me about this?!"
"He was too ashamed! You heard him in the video. He called himself the biggest pervert on the planet even though this is what he wants with all his heart. He couldn't even bare to face you! It's why he asked me to make the video and speak on his behalf."
"BUT WHY?!" your mother yelled. "Even if he does want this, why would you agree?!"
Tara chose her next words very carefully. She could feel her sister bending to her will. She knew she was on the precipice of getting her heart's desire. One wrong word would lead to victory or defeat.
"Because I love him," Tara said. "Because I want what's best for him. When Jake first begged me for this, I told him he was too young to know what he was asking for. But even after he's all grown-up, he still came back and begged for the exact same thing. He's an adult and he's free to make his own choices. If he really believes my ass is the place where he deserves to be for all eternity, if this has been his lifelong dream and he's devoted his entire life trying to achieve it, what kind of aunt would I be if I stood in the way of his happiness? I thought you'd feel the same."
The silence that followed was deafening. Your mother's anger dissipating, her confidence destroyed, she sank into her seat, defeated. There was none of the righteous anger you'd been praying for. None of the demands for your return.
Instead she asked, "Is this my fault? Did he turn out this way because of me?"
"No, sis, no!" Tara said, hugging your mother tight, her face pointed away so your mother couldn't see her triumphant smile. "You can't blame yourself for how he turned out. You're the best mother in the world! Some people are... just like this. We'll never understand why Jake wants this. It's best if we don't think too hard about it. We just have to accept that this is what Jake wants and this is the life he's chosen to lead."
Your mouth was finally starting to pry apart. You wanted to scream your defiance but you knew your mother was falling under Tara's spell. You may only have one shot at this. You needed to make it count!
"Can I... Can I talk to him?"
Tara's smile faltered. "I... I don't think that's a good idea," Tara said. "You heard what he said on the video. His mind's made up and there's no changing it. He doesn't want anyone to free him or contact him. He just wants to stay where he's at. If I let you see him, he'd be humiliated. I made a promise to him."
"I know, I know," your mother said. "I won't try to change his mind. I know it wouldn't do any good. I just... I just want to say good-bye."
Tara weighed the risks in her head. Jake was a pancake now. Over the past few weeks she hadn't heard him able to say a word in all the time he'd been in there. It was doubtful he'd suddenly speak now. And if she just said no, it may seem suspicious enough to ruin her whole scheme. A compromise was in order.
"Alright," Tara said. "You can say good-bye. But out of respect for Jake's wishes I can't let you see him. I can only let you speak to him."
"I understand," your mother said. "That's more than fair. Thank you."
Tara turned around on the couch and knelt on the cushions. As she did, she heard groans coming from her stomach and felt some mild cramps. The extra spicy wings weren't sitting well. She ignored it, and her ass was now at eye-level with your mother.
"Jake, I... I know you didn't want me to contact you, but I couldn't just let my son go without talking to him one last time. I'll try to respect your wishes by keeping this brief. I know you feel embarrassed by this, but you shouldn't! I may not understand why you're doing this, but if it makes you happy, that's all I need to know. I won't stand in your way. I wish you a lifetime of happiness and I'll always support you. Just know that... no matter what happens or where you are..."
An intense gurgle came from Tara's stomach and at the same time you managed to open your mouth as wide as you could. You took a deep breath to scream.
"I'll always love you--"
Suddenly she was cut-off as...
Choice 1) Your mother hears you screaming, clear as day, "HELP ME!"
Choice 2) Your aunt lets loose a monstrous fart, completely blocking out the sound of your voice.
128 views
·
March 28, 2025
Log in to comment