Married to a Real Ass - Part 3
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 38
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Get over here!" Tara said, pulling Ms. Smalls into a tight hug and slapping her on the back. "You look just like I imagined!"
"Funny," Ms. Smalls said once Tara finally let go. "So do you. It's nice to finally meet you as well Ms. Bigg," she said to your mom.
"Thank you for agreeing to this, Kimberly," your mom said. "I was worried it might be uncomfortable for you given the circumstances."
"Nonsense. While it's a shame that things didn't work out between your son and my daughter, there's no reason to hold a grudge. What's important is that both of our children wind up with people who make them happy."
"Thank you for being so understanding," your mother said.
Tara cleared her throat. "Say, sis, you mind double-checking that the DJ has the right playlist. It's my wedding day and I want to shake my ass to all the right songs."
Your mom quickly scampered out of the room, leaving your aunt and your former fiancee's mother in the room alone.
"Thanks for making the trip out here," Tara said.
"It's the least I can do," Ms. Smalls said. "After all, you've done me a huge service by taking care of my... little problem."
"It was my pleasure," Tara said. "It's funny, the only time the twerp isn't a pain in the ass in when he's, well, you know."
Ms. Smalls glanced at Tara's backside. "Speaking of, is the groom-to-be...?"
Tara laughed and palmed a fistful of buttock in each hand and mashed them together. "In the same place he's been since you mailed him to me? Oh hell yeah!"
Ms. Smalls couldn't help but show a cold smile. A hungry look was in her eye. "Mind if I speak to him?"
"For you? Of course! Hope you don't mind if I keep the dress on though. It was a bitch-and-a-half to get into and we're about to get started. He'll be able to hear you through the dress once you're close enough."
Crushed flatter than your hopes and dreams, your tears mingled with the sweat from Tara's steadily dampening buttocks and ran down the smear that constituted your face. In your half-maddened state you wondered if these drops of sweat were tears of joy from your new "bride." The muffled conversation going on outside stopped and instead it was replaced by a voice you could hear much clearer. Someone must've been talking directly into Tara's crack to address you. Could it be a rescuer?!
"Hello, Jake, I hope you remember me. It's Cassie's mother." Of course you remembered her! Even if she hadn't announced herself you'd recognize the imperious voice of Kimberly Smalls anywhere. She must've come to stop the wedding! When she heard about it she must've realized the error of her ways, of how mailing you to your aunt with that letter had been the worst possible thing she could've done!
"Jake, I just wanted to apologize for ever doubting you. You are, without question, a man of your word. You may have broken your promise but when you said you would make it up to your aunt even if it meant being kept in her butt, you meant it. And here you are, not only living up to your bargain but actually getting married to her butt so you'll never be apart from it again. You've gone above and beyond! I couldn't be prouder of you. I can say now with absolute conviction that I would've been honored to have you as a son-in-law... Naturally, that'll never happen of course, what with the life you've chosen, but I thought you should know all the same."
The salty butt-sweat that were your tears ran down your face. "Please, god no," you thought. "Not Ms. Smalls too."
"In fact," Ms. Smalls continued to say, "I was so moved by your integrity that I agreed to officiate the wedding! It was going to be a surprise for Cassie, but I'm ordained! I was originally going to marry you and Cassie. But, just because it'll be a little bit longer until I can officiate my daughter's marriage, it doesn't mean I can't officiate yours. In fact, you and your aunt's ass will be the first couple I've ever declared married! So you see, it's a big day for all three of us. I just wish Cassie felt the same way I do. For some reason, she thinks you're some kind of perverted sicko and never wants anything to do with you again. In fact, she's even started dating someone new. A nice young man. Big, strong, tall. I'm a little surprised how quickly she moved on from you, but at least she's not wallowing in self-pity. Who knows, maybe I'll be officiating their wedding next?" She giggled to herself as if every word she said wasn't a dagger plunging into your heart. Cassie had... moved on? Already?
"If that ever happens I'll make sure to send you a copy of the wedding tape," Ms. Smalls said. "I know it won't bother you because you're not the jealous type. After all, you've proven you're the bigger man. I know you only want Cassie to be happy, especially since you'll be busy with... other commitments. Anyway, I should get to my spot. I'll see you two lovebirds walking down the aisle."
You heard the door close as Ms. Smalls left.
"That woman's awesome," Tara said. "We should send her a Thank You Note."
You didn't know what to think. Didn't know what to do. All you could do is what you would continue to do for the rest of your life: be a sticker inside your aunt's crack.
Minutes later, Tara walked down the aisle swaying her hip from side-to-side in time to the wedding march, her arm intertwined with her sister's who led her down the aisle. Technically she was giving away her son, but since he was--and always would be--indisposed, she walked with Tara instead. She would also be serving as the Maid of Honor. She'd picked a surprisingly choice hotel for the venue. Tara had said it was too much, but when her sister insisted she wanted to send her and her son off in style, well, who was Tara to refuse? The reception would take place on the other half of the room with a dance floor and where the caterers had laid out a buffet.
Ms. Smalls was waiting for them behind a pulpit. The "organ" playing was actually a keyboard being played by the same woman who'd serve as a DJ. Tara's best friend Becky had recommended her and Tara saw why. The woman seemed too stoned to have any idea what was going on. Despite having rows of chairs, all of them were empty except for three. Becky was sitting in the front row videotaping everything. Tara was glad her friend had been able to make it. She was one of only two people who could enjoy this for what it truly was. The other two guests were Ms. Smalls other daughters: Sophie and Maddie. Maddie was sitting with her arms crossed looking extremely annoyed like this was a chore she was sitting through. Sophie was trying to take pictures of everything only to be stopped by her sister. As Tara passed them she heard them arguing quietly.
"Come on!" Sophie was saying. "Don't you know how big this'll be online? It's literally a one-time-only occurrence!"
"I don't care!" Maddie snapped. "We're not here for you to chase internet fame! We're only here to watch and make sure that pervert Jake will be gone for good and never come anywhere near Cassie again!"
Tara felt her sister tense up as she heard them.
"Just ignore them," Tara whispered. "They just can't understand a beautiful thing when they see it."
"It's people like them that are the reason Jake doesn't want to show his face again," her sister said.
"All that matters is that Jake will get to live the life he deserves," Tara said soothingly.
"You're right," your mother said gratefully. "Thanks, sis."
They reached the end of the aisle and your mother gave Tara a kiss on the cheek. She glanced at Tara's ass not sure what to say or do.
"High five?" Tara suggested.
Your mother laughed then shrugged and smacked her sister's ass, causing it to jiggle, then she took her place at her sister's side.
"Dearly beloved!" Ms. Smalls said loud enough for even you to make out in your pulverized state. "We are gathered here today to unite Tara Bly Bigg and Jake Nye-Barry Bigg in the eternal bonds of holy matrimony! When we think of love, we each have our own picture in our heads of what it means. Sometimes one person's interpretation of love does not match that of another's, but that does not make the love one couple shares any less valid! We must remember that love comes in all shapes and sizes, that we find it in the most unexpected places, often times with the last person we suspect. But love is always beautiful! More than that, love is eternal! There is no power in the cosmos that can part two people in love! And baring that in mind, I'll just skip over the part where I ask if anyone has any objections, and get right to the "I Do's"."
But wait, does anyone have any objections?
Choice 1) Yes! But who objects?
Choice 2) Nope! Jake is officially married to Tara's ass.
"Funny," Ms. Smalls said once Tara finally let go. "So do you. It's nice to finally meet you as well Ms. Bigg," she said to your mom.
"Thank you for agreeing to this, Kimberly," your mom said. "I was worried it might be uncomfortable for you given the circumstances."
"Nonsense. While it's a shame that things didn't work out between your son and my daughter, there's no reason to hold a grudge. What's important is that both of our children wind up with people who make them happy."
"Thank you for being so understanding," your mother said.
Tara cleared her throat. "Say, sis, you mind double-checking that the DJ has the right playlist. It's my wedding day and I want to shake my ass to all the right songs."
Your mom quickly scampered out of the room, leaving your aunt and your former fiancee's mother in the room alone.
"Thanks for making the trip out here," Tara said.
"It's the least I can do," Ms. Smalls said. "After all, you've done me a huge service by taking care of my... little problem."
"It was my pleasure," Tara said. "It's funny, the only time the twerp isn't a pain in the ass in when he's, well, you know."
Ms. Smalls glanced at Tara's backside. "Speaking of, is the groom-to-be...?"
Tara laughed and palmed a fistful of buttock in each hand and mashed them together. "In the same place he's been since you mailed him to me? Oh hell yeah!"
Ms. Smalls couldn't help but show a cold smile. A hungry look was in her eye. "Mind if I speak to him?"
"For you? Of course! Hope you don't mind if I keep the dress on though. It was a bitch-and-a-half to get into and we're about to get started. He'll be able to hear you through the dress once you're close enough."
Crushed flatter than your hopes and dreams, your tears mingled with the sweat from Tara's steadily dampening buttocks and ran down the smear that constituted your face. In your half-maddened state you wondered if these drops of sweat were tears of joy from your new "bride." The muffled conversation going on outside stopped and instead it was replaced by a voice you could hear much clearer. Someone must've been talking directly into Tara's crack to address you. Could it be a rescuer?!
"Hello, Jake, I hope you remember me. It's Cassie's mother." Of course you remembered her! Even if she hadn't announced herself you'd recognize the imperious voice of Kimberly Smalls anywhere. She must've come to stop the wedding! When she heard about it she must've realized the error of her ways, of how mailing you to your aunt with that letter had been the worst possible thing she could've done!
"Jake, I just wanted to apologize for ever doubting you. You are, without question, a man of your word. You may have broken your promise but when you said you would make it up to your aunt even if it meant being kept in her butt, you meant it. And here you are, not only living up to your bargain but actually getting married to her butt so you'll never be apart from it again. You've gone above and beyond! I couldn't be prouder of you. I can say now with absolute conviction that I would've been honored to have you as a son-in-law... Naturally, that'll never happen of course, what with the life you've chosen, but I thought you should know all the same."
The salty butt-sweat that were your tears ran down your face. "Please, god no," you thought. "Not Ms. Smalls too."
"In fact," Ms. Smalls continued to say, "I was so moved by your integrity that I agreed to officiate the wedding! It was going to be a surprise for Cassie, but I'm ordained! I was originally going to marry you and Cassie. But, just because it'll be a little bit longer until I can officiate my daughter's marriage, it doesn't mean I can't officiate yours. In fact, you and your aunt's ass will be the first couple I've ever declared married! So you see, it's a big day for all three of us. I just wish Cassie felt the same way I do. For some reason, she thinks you're some kind of perverted sicko and never wants anything to do with you again. In fact, she's even started dating someone new. A nice young man. Big, strong, tall. I'm a little surprised how quickly she moved on from you, but at least she's not wallowing in self-pity. Who knows, maybe I'll be officiating their wedding next?" She giggled to herself as if every word she said wasn't a dagger plunging into your heart. Cassie had... moved on? Already?
"If that ever happens I'll make sure to send you a copy of the wedding tape," Ms. Smalls said. "I know it won't bother you because you're not the jealous type. After all, you've proven you're the bigger man. I know you only want Cassie to be happy, especially since you'll be busy with... other commitments. Anyway, I should get to my spot. I'll see you two lovebirds walking down the aisle."
You heard the door close as Ms. Smalls left.
"That woman's awesome," Tara said. "We should send her a Thank You Note."
You didn't know what to think. Didn't know what to do. All you could do is what you would continue to do for the rest of your life: be a sticker inside your aunt's crack.
Minutes later, Tara walked down the aisle swaying her hip from side-to-side in time to the wedding march, her arm intertwined with her sister's who led her down the aisle. Technically she was giving away her son, but since he was--and always would be--indisposed, she walked with Tara instead. She would also be serving as the Maid of Honor. She'd picked a surprisingly choice hotel for the venue. Tara had said it was too much, but when her sister insisted she wanted to send her and her son off in style, well, who was Tara to refuse? The reception would take place on the other half of the room with a dance floor and where the caterers had laid out a buffet.
Ms. Smalls was waiting for them behind a pulpit. The "organ" playing was actually a keyboard being played by the same woman who'd serve as a DJ. Tara's best friend Becky had recommended her and Tara saw why. The woman seemed too stoned to have any idea what was going on. Despite having rows of chairs, all of them were empty except for three. Becky was sitting in the front row videotaping everything. Tara was glad her friend had been able to make it. She was one of only two people who could enjoy this for what it truly was. The other two guests were Ms. Smalls other daughters: Sophie and Maddie. Maddie was sitting with her arms crossed looking extremely annoyed like this was a chore she was sitting through. Sophie was trying to take pictures of everything only to be stopped by her sister. As Tara passed them she heard them arguing quietly.
"Come on!" Sophie was saying. "Don't you know how big this'll be online? It's literally a one-time-only occurrence!"
"I don't care!" Maddie snapped. "We're not here for you to chase internet fame! We're only here to watch and make sure that pervert Jake will be gone for good and never come anywhere near Cassie again!"
Tara felt her sister tense up as she heard them.
"Just ignore them," Tara whispered. "They just can't understand a beautiful thing when they see it."
"It's people like them that are the reason Jake doesn't want to show his face again," her sister said.
"All that matters is that Jake will get to live the life he deserves," Tara said soothingly.
"You're right," your mother said gratefully. "Thanks, sis."
They reached the end of the aisle and your mother gave Tara a kiss on the cheek. She glanced at Tara's ass not sure what to say or do.
"High five?" Tara suggested.
Your mother laughed then shrugged and smacked her sister's ass, causing it to jiggle, then she took her place at her sister's side.
"Dearly beloved!" Ms. Smalls said loud enough for even you to make out in your pulverized state. "We are gathered here today to unite Tara Bly Bigg and Jake Nye-Barry Bigg in the eternal bonds of holy matrimony! When we think of love, we each have our own picture in our heads of what it means. Sometimes one person's interpretation of love does not match that of another's, but that does not make the love one couple shares any less valid! We must remember that love comes in all shapes and sizes, that we find it in the most unexpected places, often times with the last person we suspect. But love is always beautiful! More than that, love is eternal! There is no power in the cosmos that can part two people in love! And baring that in mind, I'll just skip over the part where I ask if anyone has any objections, and get right to the "I Do's"."
But wait, does anyone have any objections?
Choice 1) Yes! But who objects?
Choice 2) Nope! Jake is officially married to Tara's ass.
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