Damned If I Do
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 39
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
All your life, marriage had seemed unobtainable, something you could only ever dream about because it was meant for someone else. Someone "normal." All the women you'd met had always treated you as lesser because of your height. At best they were coddling and overprotective, treating you like a baby animal in need of saving. Others treated you with complete indifference, as if your stature made you too unimportant to matter. These women usually ended up hurting you by accident via a stray step or sitting down without looking and only seemed mildly embarrassed or annoyed whenever they finally found out where you were and what they'd done. Then there were the bullies. They saw your squishy body and near invulnerability as a license to put you through any hell they could imagine for their own amusement. The rarest and absolute worst of them, which you now realized your aunt belonged to, were sadists who only saw you as a toy for them to torture, dominate and possess. Naturally having been surrounded by such women all your life, it was easy to believe you'd never be married, because no one would ever see you as an equal.
Everything changed the day you met Cassie. At last there was someone your own age who didn't care about your height, who cherished you and watched out for you but wasn't crazily overprotective. She was compassionate, funny, smart and, as a bonus, absolutely beautiful. You'd been in love with her since the first time you'd spoken with her and for the first time in your life, marriage finally felt obtainable. Sure, there'd been accidents and misunderstandings, arguments and disagreements, but that happened for every couple! Whenever she squashed you, you knew it was an accident and she always sincerely apologized afterwards. Whenever you got into an argument with her, you knew you were never in danger because she saw you as a person, not a bug to be crushed because its buzzing annoyed her. You found yourself telling her things you had never told anyone before. Whenever the two of you were alone together, you felt as tall as any "normal" person. At long last, it seemed you finally found someone you could spend the rest of your life with.
And now she was gone forever. She'd offered to come rescue you and you had foolishly turned her down. You remember the night you'd refused her, how she had asked to speak with your aunt privately. What an idiot you'd been! It was obvious now that Tara had deceived her, just like she'd deceived everyone else in your life. What exactly Tara had said, you'd never know, but it had been enough to convince the love of your life that you never wanted to see her again and would rather spend the rest of your life wedged up your aunt's ass! The ring you'd been so elated to see Cassie accept when you proposed was now on your aunt's finger. The beautiful future you'd envisioned for yourself and Cassie would now be taken by someone else, perhaps the same man Cassie was already dating now. Even thinking it hurt you worse than anything Tara had done to you over the past month. She'd moved on and you were left... here. Doomed to matrimony with your aunt's ass while your ex-fiancee's mother conducted the ceremony.
"And baring that in mind," you heard Ms. Smalls say outside, "I'll just skip over the part where I ask if anyone has any objections, and get right to the "I Do's"."
You hoped someone would raise an objection--to speak now and point out the many, many reasons why this man and this woman's ass should not be bound together in the bonds of holy matrimony. Instead, the moment passed, and everyone decided to forever hold their peace.
"Do you, Tara Bigg take Jake Bigg as your lawful wedded husband?"
"I do!"
"And do you, Jake Bigg, take Tara Bigg as your lawful wedded wife?"
You tried to scream only to instantly be smothered by Tara's clenching cheeks. She then showed the video of you on her phone to Ms. Smalls and pressed play.
"So, what do you say?" you heard Tara's faint voice asking on the recording. "Do you want to get married, Jake?"
Just as faintly, you heard the reply that made you sick to your stomach, coming from your own recorded lips, "I do."
"Good enough!" Ms. Smalls said.
No! No, please! Anything but this!
"Now, by the power vested in me--"
Stop this! Somebody--anybody--please stop this!
"I now pronounce you--"
Dear god why?!
"Mrs. and Mr. Tara Bigg! You may now kiss the bride's ass!"
NO!
Tara had been feeling the little runt in her crack struggling throughout the ceremony and she couldn't keep the smile off her face! Figuring that Jake wouldn't be in any condition to pucker his lips, Tara decided to help him out by grabbing a cheek in each hand and mashing them together over and over again. Jake was about as deep inside her crack as possible, and while she could feel him stretch and smear as she kneaded her buttocks like dough, she noticed it didn't feel like his body was moving far from the initial spot it was in. She wondered if his squishy flesh had finally begun to fuse to her crack and the thought caused her to experience a wave of bliss unlike any other. Tara gave Ms. Smalls a wink and received a slight smile and nod from her in return. Then she turned around and hugged her little sister. The tears of joy in her sister's eyes told Tara she'd never have to worry about her trying to save Jake again. Next Tara looked at Becky who was flashing her a thumbs-up as she held the camera. Tara blew her a kiss and then did the same to Ms. Smalls daughters, who were both sitting with looks of utter disgust on their faces. Throughout the walk down the aisle, Jake kept struggling. It was such a futile effort. If it hadn't worked before, it certainly wouldn't work now, but Tara didn't care. The longer he held out hope, the more fun she could have crushing it over and over.
"Now ladies," Ms. Smalls said, "if you'll make your way to the other side of the room, we'll be serving cake."
Tara eagerly bound her way over to a serving trolley that held her wedding cake under a silver dome. Her sister soon joined her, as did Becky and Ms. Smalls. Maddie and Sophie were heading quickly out the door, having evidently seen enough. "Oh well," Tara thought. "More for me."
With a flourish she took off the cover revealing a cheesecake bigger than her head with two massive mounds in the shape of a butt and a tiny groom figure wedged between them.
"Strange," your mother said, examining the figure. "Why did they give you a frowning groom?"
"That's easy," Tara said, laughing. "It's because he's not home yet! But don't worry," Tara picked up the figure, "I know how to turn his frown," she flipped the figure over, "upside down!" Tara plunged the groom figure headfirst deep between the two cheesecake mounds earning a round of laughter and applause from the assembled women. "It sure is a shame Jake won't be able to have a piece, but don't worry, I have a bun cake for him!" Another round of laughter. "Thank you, thank you!" Tara said with a bow then grabbed a knife. "Now everybody stand back while I cut the cheese!" Groans this time from everyone save your mother, who giggled.
Tara carved off slices of cake and handed them out, taking the biggest for herself. As they ate, each woman gave a toast to Tara and her "husband's" future together. Ms. Smalls went first, commending Jake and his moral character, how his vows were unbreakable, and assuring everyone that Cassie would find love again since it was obvious the one place Jake truly belonged was with his aunt. Becky went next, saying that while she'd never met Jake, she could picture him from the countless, "happy" stories Tara had told her over the years detailing their "quality time" together. She then wished her best friend a lifetime of happiness with her new beau and told Jake not to worry because his new bride would never let him go. Tara listened to the toasts, draining glasses of champagne and chowing down on her wedding cake before grabbing a second slice. Then a third. Already she could feel her stomach gurgling and chuckled to herself. It was going to be a rough wedding night for her hubby. Finally it was her sister's turn and unlike Ms. Smalls and Becky, there was nothing tongue-in-cheek about Dana's speech nor was there a double entendre to be found. Instead she was completely sincere, expressing her undying love for her son and her sister, telling them both how lucky it was they found each other and how glad she was that she never had to worry about her son again because he would always be taken care of by someone who wanted what was best for him.
"So Jake," your mother said. "You better treat my sister right. Or else."
The threat was playful but Tara couldn't help burst out laughing at it, causing Kimberly and Becky to join in. With the toasts done, it was finally time for Tara and Jake to have their first dance as "husband and wife." The DJ started playing the dance list Tara had prepared, all songs celebrating the virtue of fat-bottomed girls and Tara danced as shameless as if she was out at the clubs. After the first song passed, Tara invited her sister to dance with her next, then Becky. Ms. Smalls even joined them for a dance before saying she needed to go tend to her daughters, getting one last hug from Tara before she left and the party continued.
For Jake, it was a complete nightmare. No matter how much he tried to struggle, no matter how much he tried to object or scream, he was forced to endure this sham of a ceremony. His marriage, which he had believed would be the happiest day of this life, was instead the worst. The blissful future he'd envisioned with someone who loved him now replaced by a demon who tormented him. He was now officially married to the ass of his mortal enemy and nobody was going to help him.
The one-foot-tall groom could only cry as his bride danced long into the night before finally retiring to the honeymoon suite.
Everything changed the day you met Cassie. At last there was someone your own age who didn't care about your height, who cherished you and watched out for you but wasn't crazily overprotective. She was compassionate, funny, smart and, as a bonus, absolutely beautiful. You'd been in love with her since the first time you'd spoken with her and for the first time in your life, marriage finally felt obtainable. Sure, there'd been accidents and misunderstandings, arguments and disagreements, but that happened for every couple! Whenever she squashed you, you knew it was an accident and she always sincerely apologized afterwards. Whenever you got into an argument with her, you knew you were never in danger because she saw you as a person, not a bug to be crushed because its buzzing annoyed her. You found yourself telling her things you had never told anyone before. Whenever the two of you were alone together, you felt as tall as any "normal" person. At long last, it seemed you finally found someone you could spend the rest of your life with.
And now she was gone forever. She'd offered to come rescue you and you had foolishly turned her down. You remember the night you'd refused her, how she had asked to speak with your aunt privately. What an idiot you'd been! It was obvious now that Tara had deceived her, just like she'd deceived everyone else in your life. What exactly Tara had said, you'd never know, but it had been enough to convince the love of your life that you never wanted to see her again and would rather spend the rest of your life wedged up your aunt's ass! The ring you'd been so elated to see Cassie accept when you proposed was now on your aunt's finger. The beautiful future you'd envisioned for yourself and Cassie would now be taken by someone else, perhaps the same man Cassie was already dating now. Even thinking it hurt you worse than anything Tara had done to you over the past month. She'd moved on and you were left... here. Doomed to matrimony with your aunt's ass while your ex-fiancee's mother conducted the ceremony.
"And baring that in mind," you heard Ms. Smalls say outside, "I'll just skip over the part where I ask if anyone has any objections, and get right to the "I Do's"."
You hoped someone would raise an objection--to speak now and point out the many, many reasons why this man and this woman's ass should not be bound together in the bonds of holy matrimony. Instead, the moment passed, and everyone decided to forever hold their peace.
"Do you, Tara Bigg take Jake Bigg as your lawful wedded husband?"
"I do!"
"And do you, Jake Bigg, take Tara Bigg as your lawful wedded wife?"
You tried to scream only to instantly be smothered by Tara's clenching cheeks. She then showed the video of you on her phone to Ms. Smalls and pressed play.
"So, what do you say?" you heard Tara's faint voice asking on the recording. "Do you want to get married, Jake?"
Just as faintly, you heard the reply that made you sick to your stomach, coming from your own recorded lips, "I do."
"Good enough!" Ms. Smalls said.
No! No, please! Anything but this!
"Now, by the power vested in me--"
Stop this! Somebody--anybody--please stop this!
"I now pronounce you--"
Dear god why?!
"Mrs. and Mr. Tara Bigg! You may now kiss the bride's ass!"
NO!
Tara had been feeling the little runt in her crack struggling throughout the ceremony and she couldn't keep the smile off her face! Figuring that Jake wouldn't be in any condition to pucker his lips, Tara decided to help him out by grabbing a cheek in each hand and mashing them together over and over again. Jake was about as deep inside her crack as possible, and while she could feel him stretch and smear as she kneaded her buttocks like dough, she noticed it didn't feel like his body was moving far from the initial spot it was in. She wondered if his squishy flesh had finally begun to fuse to her crack and the thought caused her to experience a wave of bliss unlike any other. Tara gave Ms. Smalls a wink and received a slight smile and nod from her in return. Then she turned around and hugged her little sister. The tears of joy in her sister's eyes told Tara she'd never have to worry about her trying to save Jake again. Next Tara looked at Becky who was flashing her a thumbs-up as she held the camera. Tara blew her a kiss and then did the same to Ms. Smalls daughters, who were both sitting with looks of utter disgust on their faces. Throughout the walk down the aisle, Jake kept struggling. It was such a futile effort. If it hadn't worked before, it certainly wouldn't work now, but Tara didn't care. The longer he held out hope, the more fun she could have crushing it over and over.
"Now ladies," Ms. Smalls said, "if you'll make your way to the other side of the room, we'll be serving cake."
Tara eagerly bound her way over to a serving trolley that held her wedding cake under a silver dome. Her sister soon joined her, as did Becky and Ms. Smalls. Maddie and Sophie were heading quickly out the door, having evidently seen enough. "Oh well," Tara thought. "More for me."
With a flourish she took off the cover revealing a cheesecake bigger than her head with two massive mounds in the shape of a butt and a tiny groom figure wedged between them.
"Strange," your mother said, examining the figure. "Why did they give you a frowning groom?"
"That's easy," Tara said, laughing. "It's because he's not home yet! But don't worry," Tara picked up the figure, "I know how to turn his frown," she flipped the figure over, "upside down!" Tara plunged the groom figure headfirst deep between the two cheesecake mounds earning a round of laughter and applause from the assembled women. "It sure is a shame Jake won't be able to have a piece, but don't worry, I have a bun cake for him!" Another round of laughter. "Thank you, thank you!" Tara said with a bow then grabbed a knife. "Now everybody stand back while I cut the cheese!" Groans this time from everyone save your mother, who giggled.
Tara carved off slices of cake and handed them out, taking the biggest for herself. As they ate, each woman gave a toast to Tara and her "husband's" future together. Ms. Smalls went first, commending Jake and his moral character, how his vows were unbreakable, and assuring everyone that Cassie would find love again since it was obvious the one place Jake truly belonged was with his aunt. Becky went next, saying that while she'd never met Jake, she could picture him from the countless, "happy" stories Tara had told her over the years detailing their "quality time" together. She then wished her best friend a lifetime of happiness with her new beau and told Jake not to worry because his new bride would never let him go. Tara listened to the toasts, draining glasses of champagne and chowing down on her wedding cake before grabbing a second slice. Then a third. Already she could feel her stomach gurgling and chuckled to herself. It was going to be a rough wedding night for her hubby. Finally it was her sister's turn and unlike Ms. Smalls and Becky, there was nothing tongue-in-cheek about Dana's speech nor was there a double entendre to be found. Instead she was completely sincere, expressing her undying love for her son and her sister, telling them both how lucky it was they found each other and how glad she was that she never had to worry about her son again because he would always be taken care of by someone who wanted what was best for him.
"So Jake," your mother said. "You better treat my sister right. Or else."
The threat was playful but Tara couldn't help burst out laughing at it, causing Kimberly and Becky to join in. With the toasts done, it was finally time for Tara and Jake to have their first dance as "husband and wife." The DJ started playing the dance list Tara had prepared, all songs celebrating the virtue of fat-bottomed girls and Tara danced as shameless as if she was out at the clubs. After the first song passed, Tara invited her sister to dance with her next, then Becky. Ms. Smalls even joined them for a dance before saying she needed to go tend to her daughters, getting one last hug from Tara before she left and the party continued.
For Jake, it was a complete nightmare. No matter how much he tried to struggle, no matter how much he tried to object or scream, he was forced to endure this sham of a ceremony. His marriage, which he had believed would be the happiest day of this life, was instead the worst. The blissful future he'd envisioned with someone who loved him now replaced by a demon who tormented him. He was now officially married to the ass of his mortal enemy and nobody was going to help him.
The one-foot-tall groom could only cry as his bride danced long into the night before finally retiring to the honeymoon suite.
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