A Cry for Help
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
azra
"Wait, what was that?"
Tara gulped. "Just a fart, sis, pay it no mind."
"Don't be silly Tara, he said something!" Your mom sounded concerned.
"Listen, Trisha," Tara said, speaking soothingly to your mom, "I know this is a lot for you, but this is what he wanted. I know it sounds ... strange, but you know he's always had a thing for getting stepped and sat on. He's always had a thing for being squashed and humiliated. For being buried in big, round asses. Just let him have this; let him have the life he deserves."
"I'm not saying he doesn't deserve this, but-"
"But what?" Your aunt said, impatiently.
Your mom sighed, absent-mindedly running her hands down her wide, round hips. "Why didn't he just tell me?"
She pictured her little boy there, groaning under the weight of a large pair of buttocks and the heavy woman on top of him. Completely entrapped in a tomb of buttock-meat, trapped and helpless. Something stirred in her. She looked at her sister's impressive rump; big, round and jiggling, and then her hand went to her own. It was just as big, and just as warm, and wouldn't it matter more - much more - because it was hers?
"I don't think it's even that strange a desire," she said, "he's always been so little and delicate, and a woman's butt - especially if it's a big butt like yours or mine - is soft and warm. Cosy even! And if he likes the smell, well, I mean he's always been kinda submissive, so that makes sense. If that's really where he feels safe, and someone is happy to keep him in there forever, then that's makes sense to me." She shifted thoughtfully, her immense chest dangling happily.
"That's what I thought too!" Tara said, seizing on your mom's rationalizations. "Plus, and you know it's not like me to say things like this," she smiled, "but I felt your son always had a special "thing" for ladies butts, if you know what I mean." She smiled conspiratoriously.
"Yes," your mom said after some thought, "I did too."
Tara's chest rose at this victory. "Right! I know it's a drastic change, but this is what he wants and he just won't settle for anything else." She wiggled her rump into the seat for emphasis. "And besides, I'm fine with it." She began pulling up her pants.
Your mom sighed, her generous chest jiggling. "Wait, I don't know.."
This was it! You had to make your move now or Tara would sit back down and you'd be trapped here in her ass forever! Girding your muscles, you twisted and turned, crawling with your shoulders, knees and elbows through the crushing crack of your aunt's bum. She must've still been focused on your mom, because before you knew it you were making progress through the thick, warm flesh and -
Your head popped comically out of your aunt's ass-crack! Your mom's eyes opened in surprise, clearly startled. Your aunt must have been furious, but you didn't care. You gulped in as much air as you could.
Right, this is it. You've only got one shot, got to get the message out. "Mom, I don't want to stay in Tara's butt!" You shouted.
"I want to go with you!" And then the gluttonous butt-cheeks of your dastardly aunt swallowed you whole.
Your aunt hurriedly sat down, burying you under her immense weight. "Don't mind him, he's just saying that because he thinks it's what you want to hear." Tara tried to cover this up but it was clear she was panicking. Being squeezed under her immense ass as you were, you could still pick up her desperation.
Your mom looked at her sister; reubenesque, vibrant, full of life. Her head bowed as she thought about herself. In her early forties now, her once regal beauty was fading, and the thought of losing her son so unexpectedly had shook her more. Her long blonde hair had lost a little of it's shine, her once proud breasts had started to sag, and her already large bottom - always her favourite feature - had gotten even bigger recently. Too big, she thought. But if there really were men out there, like her son, who only wanted to be kept inside it, encapsulated entirely inside a female rear-end, well...
Her head rose so suddenly that her sister was startled, and all of a sudden she spoke with confidence.
"He said he wants to come with me! It's clear as day..."
Tara gulped. "Just a fart, sis, pay it no mind."
"Don't be silly Tara, he said something!" Your mom sounded concerned.
"Listen, Trisha," Tara said, speaking soothingly to your mom, "I know this is a lot for you, but this is what he wanted. I know it sounds ... strange, but you know he's always had a thing for getting stepped and sat on. He's always had a thing for being squashed and humiliated. For being buried in big, round asses. Just let him have this; let him have the life he deserves."
"I'm not saying he doesn't deserve this, but-"
"But what?" Your aunt said, impatiently.
Your mom sighed, absent-mindedly running her hands down her wide, round hips. "Why didn't he just tell me?"
She pictured her little boy there, groaning under the weight of a large pair of buttocks and the heavy woman on top of him. Completely entrapped in a tomb of buttock-meat, trapped and helpless. Something stirred in her. She looked at her sister's impressive rump; big, round and jiggling, and then her hand went to her own. It was just as big, and just as warm, and wouldn't it matter more - much more - because it was hers?
"I don't think it's even that strange a desire," she said, "he's always been so little and delicate, and a woman's butt - especially if it's a big butt like yours or mine - is soft and warm. Cosy even! And if he likes the smell, well, I mean he's always been kinda submissive, so that makes sense. If that's really where he feels safe, and someone is happy to keep him in there forever, then that's makes sense to me." She shifted thoughtfully, her immense chest dangling happily.
"That's what I thought too!" Tara said, seizing on your mom's rationalizations. "Plus, and you know it's not like me to say things like this," she smiled, "but I felt your son always had a special "thing" for ladies butts, if you know what I mean." She smiled conspiratoriously.
"Yes," your mom said after some thought, "I did too."
Tara's chest rose at this victory. "Right! I know it's a drastic change, but this is what he wants and he just won't settle for anything else." She wiggled her rump into the seat for emphasis. "And besides, I'm fine with it." She began pulling up her pants.
Your mom sighed, her generous chest jiggling. "Wait, I don't know.."
This was it! You had to make your move now or Tara would sit back down and you'd be trapped here in her ass forever! Girding your muscles, you twisted and turned, crawling with your shoulders, knees and elbows through the crushing crack of your aunt's bum. She must've still been focused on your mom, because before you knew it you were making progress through the thick, warm flesh and -
Your head popped comically out of your aunt's ass-crack! Your mom's eyes opened in surprise, clearly startled. Your aunt must have been furious, but you didn't care. You gulped in as much air as you could.
Right, this is it. You've only got one shot, got to get the message out. "Mom, I don't want to stay in Tara's butt!" You shouted.
"I want to go with you!" And then the gluttonous butt-cheeks of your dastardly aunt swallowed you whole.
Your aunt hurriedly sat down, burying you under her immense weight. "Don't mind him, he's just saying that because he thinks it's what you want to hear." Tara tried to cover this up but it was clear she was panicking. Being squeezed under her immense ass as you were, you could still pick up her desperation.
Your mom looked at her sister; reubenesque, vibrant, full of life. Her head bowed as she thought about herself. In her early forties now, her once regal beauty was fading, and the thought of losing her son so unexpectedly had shook her more. Her long blonde hair had lost a little of it's shine, her once proud breasts had started to sag, and her already large bottom - always her favourite feature - had gotten even bigger recently. Too big, she thought. But if there really were men out there, like her son, who only wanted to be kept inside it, encapsulated entirely inside a female rear-end, well...
Her head rose so suddenly that her sister was startled, and all of a sudden she spoke with confidence.
"He said he wants to come with me! It's clear as day..."
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