Beauty, the Beast and the Behind
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
Becky felt herself blushing furiously as she sipped her champagne. The silence that had followed her initial offer made her feel more awkward by the second. Internally she was beating herself up, "Way to undermine your best friend's happiness, Becks. She finally gets what she wanted most in the world and you call her life long dream "a waste"? Classy, Becks. Real classy." Just when Becky was trying to think of how to apologize, Tara caught her eye. An intrigued smile on her best friend's face.
"What sort of ideas did you have in mind for him?" Tara asked.
Becky's eyes widened. Then she smiled too.
Their--and consequently your--night out didn't end there. Now that the two women knew they had something to celebrate, they decided to keep the party going. When one club closed, another stayed opened. The night was a blur of drinking, singing and dancing. You'd lost. You knew that. The games had been rigged against you from the start. From the second Ms. Smalls had mailed you to your aunt, being the property of Tara's bodacious booty had been your predetermined fate. Maybe it had been destined even before that, maybe this was what fate had in store for you from the moment you were born. You knew you were thinking crazy, likely delusional from the crushing despair at losing your final challenge and the weeks you'd spent mashed and mushed in-between your aunt's cheeks. Even if it was your fate though, you'd never accept it. You would fight against it with everything you had... but everything you had was still practically nothing. You fought and struggled for freedom but the crushing and squishing and squelching between your aunt's cheeks continued as she danced for hours and hours. Even when your body refused to respond to your signals to move, you kept trying to fight only to be ground more and more between her sweat-soaked cheeks. Eventually you started to fade in and out of consciousness as Tara and her best friend giddily danced the night away, brewing up new evil ideas for all the "fun" they had planned for you.
You woke the next morning in a daze. As usual, everything hurt but surprisingly you hadn't woke in Tara's crack. Instead you were on the worn leather seat of your aunt's recliner. Unfortunately you weren't alone. You were "sharing" your seat with your aunt. Her mountainous left ass cheek covered all of your body save for your head. Silently you tried to move free but your aunt had the senses of an apex predator.
"Hey, Becks!" your aunt called. "The man of the hour is awake!"
"Yay! And just in time, I've already put on the finishing touches!"
Tara chuckled. "His timing's impeccable." She got up off the recliner and you groaned as her weight ground into you then got off. She peeled you off the leather of her seat and walked you over to her kitchen table where she plopped you down.
A beautiful and curvaceous woman you'd never seen before was sitting at the table, typing away at a laptop. She eyed you over the computer and smiled. She was a few inches shorter than your aunt, her stomach slightly muscled, her curves toned. Her brown hair was done up in a ponytail. She was dressed for a workout and so was Tara. Both wore sports bras and compression shorts, though Tara's looked like they hadn't been worn in ages. It was a miracle those shorts could contain her monumental ass.
"Well squirt," Tara drawled as she leaned against the table, "you lost. You know what that means."
"Tara please," you cried out, "we can--"
"No, no, no," Tara said with a carefree smile. "No more mulligans. You're mine forever. My ass? Is your new home. The only time you'll ever see the light of day is when I want to take you out to play. And joining us in our fun today is my bestie, Becky."
"Hello, Jake," Becky said cheerfully. "Your aunt's told me all about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a loooong time."
"Please," you begged the woman. "You can't let her do this to me! This is insane!"
"You're right it's insane," Becky said, folding her arms over her chest. "My best friend is letting you live in her perfect ass and asking for nothing in return and you're complaining about it? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
"You won't get away with this!" you screamed, your anger getting the better of you. "I don't care who you show that video to, nobody will believe it!"
Tara shrugged casually. "It's true, it would've taken some convincing to get your mom to believe you volunteered to live in your auntie's ass. We'll just have to save that as a last resort. In the mean time, Becky and I have come up with a slightly more plausible cover story..."
"Picture it!" Tara said, setting the stage for you. "You: Small, pathetic. Your fiancee: Homely, air-headed. You arrive at her family's house to announce your engagement. Her family is immensely disappointed in her poor choice in men, but are too nice to tell her she's making the biggest mistake of her life. Instead, she finds that out on her own when, now that you've wormed your way into her family, you feel comfortable enough to reveal your most perverted desires to Katie."
"Cassie," you said instinctively. Then you blushed, "And I don't have any perverted desires!"
Tara ignored you and carried on, "With the true nature of the ugly troll she was engaged to revealed, your ex-fiancee breaks off the engagement! She can't even stand to look at you, and you, too ashamed to tell your mom about losing the girl of your dreams, mail yourself to the only family member you trust completely: Moi!" she said pointing at herself. "Being the loving auntie that I am, I consoled you, but there seemed no end to your heartbreak. Enter--drum roll, please--BECKY!"
Becky stood and took a bow like the leading lady in a play.
"All memory of Katie rushes from your mind as this stunning vision of beauty appears before you. I introduce you to my best friend and against all odds, this goddess among women finds herself falling in love with the ugly troll! A whirlwind romance ensues and boom, my nephew is now dating my best friend! And in order to be closer to his lady love, drops out of college and lives with his dear auntie who just so happens to have a room available!" Tara says whirling around and smacking her fat ass.
"What do you think squirt? It's like a modern day version of Beauty and the Beast, idn't it?"
The color had drained from your face. It was a frighteningly plausible cover story. And given how easily Tara could manipulate your mother, you knew your mom would eat Tara's story up hook, line and sinker. There was only one ray of hope you could seize.
"Cassie," you said. "She... she'll never believe this. I may have told her not to come get me, but when I don't come back, she'll know the truth! Even if you try showing her the video, she'll know it's a lie! She'll know you're holding me hostage!"
Tara exchanged a look with Becky who looked like she was fighting off a case of the giggles.
"Hmm," Tara said, "you sure? Because she believed all the other pictures and videos I sent."
You blinked stupidly. "Other... videos..."
Tara smirked. "I'm not a professional cinematographer or anything, but they look excellent if you ask me. Still, it was really cruel of you to have me send them to your former fiancee." Your aunt's smile widened at the look on your face. "It's the talk of your campus how little Jake Small broke his fiancee's heart by choosing an ass over her. Katie has made the official announcement of your breakup online. She didn't go into specifics but she made it clear that she thinks you're a perverted weirdo and she never wants to see you again."
"You're... you're lying!"
"Fraid not," Tara said proudly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled up note. You read the note telling you you should marry your aunt's ass, you recognized Cassie's handwriting and you immediately fell into denial.
"A fake," you said weakly. "It has to be."
"Is this a fake too?"
Your heart snapped in two as Tara held up the diamond ring you had proposed to Cassie with. You had slaved under grueling work for months on end and had your bank account drained to pay for it, but every penny had been worth it when you presented it to the love of your life. Seeing your aunt easily slide it on her own finger made you feel sick.
"And to cement your return to bachelorhood, Becky here took the liberty of making some adjustments to your social media account too." Tara snapped her fingers and Becky flipped the laptop around for you to see.
Your profile picture had been replaced by a picture of you from the tanning challenge when you had to apply suntan lotion to Tara. Your aunt had cropped the picture so her face wasn't in it, but you were visible clear as day. Your head was flattened and your body was teetering over the edge of the canyon of her bikini-clad ass crack. You were giving a big thumbs up to the camera. You dimly remember posing for the phone. Underneath the pic, you saw your name had been changed to Jake "The Ass-Man" Bigg. Your relationship status had been changed to DAT ASS. The comments were nothing but a litany of people calling you a creep and shaming you for breaking poor Cassie's heart. It felt like the world was crashing down around you as the totality of Tara's victory sunk in. You didn't even fight as your aunt picked you up.
"Aw," Becky said with faux sympathy. "I think you broke him, Tara."
"Well it's a good thing you're a personal trainer, Becks. You can help me whip him back into shape. And, because you're the one who convinced me to keep these games going..."
1) "You can have him for our workout at the gym."
2) "I'll do your idea to practice yoga with him in my ass."
"What sort of ideas did you have in mind for him?" Tara asked.
Becky's eyes widened. Then she smiled too.
Their--and consequently your--night out didn't end there. Now that the two women knew they had something to celebrate, they decided to keep the party going. When one club closed, another stayed opened. The night was a blur of drinking, singing and dancing. You'd lost. You knew that. The games had been rigged against you from the start. From the second Ms. Smalls had mailed you to your aunt, being the property of Tara's bodacious booty had been your predetermined fate. Maybe it had been destined even before that, maybe this was what fate had in store for you from the moment you were born. You knew you were thinking crazy, likely delusional from the crushing despair at losing your final challenge and the weeks you'd spent mashed and mushed in-between your aunt's cheeks. Even if it was your fate though, you'd never accept it. You would fight against it with everything you had... but everything you had was still practically nothing. You fought and struggled for freedom but the crushing and squishing and squelching between your aunt's cheeks continued as she danced for hours and hours. Even when your body refused to respond to your signals to move, you kept trying to fight only to be ground more and more between her sweat-soaked cheeks. Eventually you started to fade in and out of consciousness as Tara and her best friend giddily danced the night away, brewing up new evil ideas for all the "fun" they had planned for you.
You woke the next morning in a daze. As usual, everything hurt but surprisingly you hadn't woke in Tara's crack. Instead you were on the worn leather seat of your aunt's recliner. Unfortunately you weren't alone. You were "sharing" your seat with your aunt. Her mountainous left ass cheek covered all of your body save for your head. Silently you tried to move free but your aunt had the senses of an apex predator.
"Hey, Becks!" your aunt called. "The man of the hour is awake!"
"Yay! And just in time, I've already put on the finishing touches!"
Tara chuckled. "His timing's impeccable." She got up off the recliner and you groaned as her weight ground into you then got off. She peeled you off the leather of her seat and walked you over to her kitchen table where she plopped you down.
A beautiful and curvaceous woman you'd never seen before was sitting at the table, typing away at a laptop. She eyed you over the computer and smiled. She was a few inches shorter than your aunt, her stomach slightly muscled, her curves toned. Her brown hair was done up in a ponytail. She was dressed for a workout and so was Tara. Both wore sports bras and compression shorts, though Tara's looked like they hadn't been worn in ages. It was a miracle those shorts could contain her monumental ass.
"Well squirt," Tara drawled as she leaned against the table, "you lost. You know what that means."
"Tara please," you cried out, "we can--"
"No, no, no," Tara said with a carefree smile. "No more mulligans. You're mine forever. My ass? Is your new home. The only time you'll ever see the light of day is when I want to take you out to play. And joining us in our fun today is my bestie, Becky."
"Hello, Jake," Becky said cheerfully. "Your aunt's told me all about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a loooong time."
"Please," you begged the woman. "You can't let her do this to me! This is insane!"
"You're right it's insane," Becky said, folding her arms over her chest. "My best friend is letting you live in her perfect ass and asking for nothing in return and you're complaining about it? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
"You won't get away with this!" you screamed, your anger getting the better of you. "I don't care who you show that video to, nobody will believe it!"
Tara shrugged casually. "It's true, it would've taken some convincing to get your mom to believe you volunteered to live in your auntie's ass. We'll just have to save that as a last resort. In the mean time, Becky and I have come up with a slightly more plausible cover story..."
"Picture it!" Tara said, setting the stage for you. "You: Small, pathetic. Your fiancee: Homely, air-headed. You arrive at her family's house to announce your engagement. Her family is immensely disappointed in her poor choice in men, but are too nice to tell her she's making the biggest mistake of her life. Instead, she finds that out on her own when, now that you've wormed your way into her family, you feel comfortable enough to reveal your most perverted desires to Katie."
"Cassie," you said instinctively. Then you blushed, "And I don't have any perverted desires!"
Tara ignored you and carried on, "With the true nature of the ugly troll she was engaged to revealed, your ex-fiancee breaks off the engagement! She can't even stand to look at you, and you, too ashamed to tell your mom about losing the girl of your dreams, mail yourself to the only family member you trust completely: Moi!" she said pointing at herself. "Being the loving auntie that I am, I consoled you, but there seemed no end to your heartbreak. Enter--drum roll, please--BECKY!"
Becky stood and took a bow like the leading lady in a play.
"All memory of Katie rushes from your mind as this stunning vision of beauty appears before you. I introduce you to my best friend and against all odds, this goddess among women finds herself falling in love with the ugly troll! A whirlwind romance ensues and boom, my nephew is now dating my best friend! And in order to be closer to his lady love, drops out of college and lives with his dear auntie who just so happens to have a room available!" Tara says whirling around and smacking her fat ass.
"What do you think squirt? It's like a modern day version of Beauty and the Beast, idn't it?"
The color had drained from your face. It was a frighteningly plausible cover story. And given how easily Tara could manipulate your mother, you knew your mom would eat Tara's story up hook, line and sinker. There was only one ray of hope you could seize.
"Cassie," you said. "She... she'll never believe this. I may have told her not to come get me, but when I don't come back, she'll know the truth! Even if you try showing her the video, she'll know it's a lie! She'll know you're holding me hostage!"
Tara exchanged a look with Becky who looked like she was fighting off a case of the giggles.
"Hmm," Tara said, "you sure? Because she believed all the other pictures and videos I sent."
You blinked stupidly. "Other... videos..."
Tara smirked. "I'm not a professional cinematographer or anything, but they look excellent if you ask me. Still, it was really cruel of you to have me send them to your former fiancee." Your aunt's smile widened at the look on your face. "It's the talk of your campus how little Jake Small broke his fiancee's heart by choosing an ass over her. Katie has made the official announcement of your breakup online. She didn't go into specifics but she made it clear that she thinks you're a perverted weirdo and she never wants to see you again."
"You're... you're lying!"
"Fraid not," Tara said proudly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled up note. You read the note telling you you should marry your aunt's ass, you recognized Cassie's handwriting and you immediately fell into denial.
"A fake," you said weakly. "It has to be."
"Is this a fake too?"
Your heart snapped in two as Tara held up the diamond ring you had proposed to Cassie with. You had slaved under grueling work for months on end and had your bank account drained to pay for it, but every penny had been worth it when you presented it to the love of your life. Seeing your aunt easily slide it on her own finger made you feel sick.
"And to cement your return to bachelorhood, Becky here took the liberty of making some adjustments to your social media account too." Tara snapped her fingers and Becky flipped the laptop around for you to see.
Your profile picture had been replaced by a picture of you from the tanning challenge when you had to apply suntan lotion to Tara. Your aunt had cropped the picture so her face wasn't in it, but you were visible clear as day. Your head was flattened and your body was teetering over the edge of the canyon of her bikini-clad ass crack. You were giving a big thumbs up to the camera. You dimly remember posing for the phone. Underneath the pic, you saw your name had been changed to Jake "The Ass-Man" Bigg. Your relationship status had been changed to DAT ASS. The comments were nothing but a litany of people calling you a creep and shaming you for breaking poor Cassie's heart. It felt like the world was crashing down around you as the totality of Tara's victory sunk in. You didn't even fight as your aunt picked you up.
"Aw," Becky said with faux sympathy. "I think you broke him, Tara."
"Well it's a good thing you're a personal trainer, Becks. You can help me whip him back into shape. And, because you're the one who convinced me to keep these games going..."
1) "You can have him for our workout at the gym."
2) "I'll do your idea to practice yoga with him in my ass."
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