Not Even Small Secrets Between Friends
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
Tara looks her friend up and down and smiles. She's known Becky for years, at times it feels like the two have been friends longer than Tara has known her own sister. The women were similar in a lot of ways, but also very different. Becky was just as wild and fun loving as her long time friend, but had a much more disciplined side to her. That explained the definition and form to her own curves as opposed to the jiggles of Tara's. The two brunettes (although Tara bleached much of her dark hair) also had much different statures. Your aunt was noticeably taller, allowing her to carry her extra weight without having it look like extra weight. Becky was more of an average height for a woman, giving her extra incentive to exercise regularly.
There wasn't a secret between the two of them. Tara and Becky spent many nights over assorted alcoholic drinks talking about the former's exploits with you. Tara was never sure who enjoyed those evenings more - herself reliving the stories or Becky in hearing them. Since she already knew about her small nephew, she figured there wasn't any harm updating her bestie on his current location.
Your aunt's smile grows broad and she quickly whisks Becky to a secluded corner of the gym. Her shocked friend let's out a squeal but laughs, as she's used to surprises from Tara.
"So, remember my little nephew we used to talk about all the time?" Tara asked with excited eyes.
Becky nods, her face lighting up in anticipation.
"You won't believe this, but he mailed himself to me! With a note...something about paying off a deal we made because he told some girlfriend of his about our first little adventure,"
"Ooooh, the one at the club?" Becky interjects.
Tara nods and continues. "Anyway, per the terms of this deal, I get to keep him trapped between my cheeks," Becky gasps and looks down at her friend's prodigious rear, which Tara slaps and jiggles with a laugh.
"So I figured there was no better way to show my nephew a good time than a good work out with my best friend!" she finishes with a smile.
Becky's eyes are wide open and her mouth drops in shock.
"That poor little dude! How long do you have him for?" she asks. You get very little sympathy from her.
Tara shrugged. "Still undetermined,"
"Well," Becky answers, "If you need a break or...something...." her eyes wander back to Tara's backside, "I'd be happy to fill in for you for a bit. Your stories were great, but I'm sure there's nothing like the real thing.
"No. There. Is Not." Tara answers with a laugh, bouncing and clenching her cheeks with each word. "So Becks, where do we start?" she asks, her eyes scanning the gym.
You didn't hear a word of the conversation, but you were thankful for Tara's stillness. Her jiggles and slaps still hurt and her incredibly tight compression shorts made it impossible for you to reform, but you knew that stillness was your best case scenario, and you knew it was unlikely to last long.
You were very, very right.
Knowing the purpose of the workout, Becky runs her friend of a series of exercises built to maximize your torment. She started with the treadmill. By the time she finished the first minute of her brisk walk on the treadmill, her ass was drenched with sweat, fully absorbed by your squishy body. Becky was shocked to see her compression shorts still one solid color as they moved to the stair climber. If you only knew how much worse your situation was about to get.
Tara's ass did a number on you, chewing you up as she walked up the stair climber at a slow pace. Becky stood to the side, coaching and cheering her friend on but really keeping a close eye on her ass. Tara's normal walk was intentionally crafted to swing and sway her full hips and send a jiggle in her ass, and she was more intentional about that with your presence there. With every step she took up the stair climber, your flattened body was slammed from one jiggling mass to the next, pressed and ground into a paste in between.
"Ok Tara, you look like you could use a bit of a break from the...um...cardio," Becky said with a slight chuckle, "Let's move to the weights a bit," she said encouragingly.
She led Tara to the rowing machine and pushed her down on the bench firmly. When her ass plopped down, you felt yourself pushed deeper between her cheeks. But that was only the beginning of your torment. As she pushed herself across the machine, your body was smeared across her fleshy ass. You were certain that you were far beyond recognition at this point, just hopeful that you would be able to reform in time to pass your aunt's challenge the next morning and earn your freedom.
Tara was clearly enjoying this workout. She loved the sensation of your body, as thin as it had become, getting rubbed across her sexy backside. The feeling was faint, but she could feel it when she focused. She wiggled in her seat in glee as she pulled herself against the lowest resistance setting the machine offered.
Becky walked her friend through a few final exercises, all focused on putting Tara in a seated position, before calling it a day. By that time, you had long since gone unconscious. You dreamed of Cassie as you slept.
When you wakeup, you see the sun shining through your aunt's window as your partially reformed body sits on her bedside table, her smiling face looking down at you.
"That was quite a day yesterday wasn't it squirt!" she said gleefully. "I took you out before bed, figured you'd need the time to reform if you were going to face the challenge. Here's the dice, you know what to do," she says, dropping the plastic cubes next to you.
There wasn't a secret between the two of them. Tara and Becky spent many nights over assorted alcoholic drinks talking about the former's exploits with you. Tara was never sure who enjoyed those evenings more - herself reliving the stories or Becky in hearing them. Since she already knew about her small nephew, she figured there wasn't any harm updating her bestie on his current location.
Your aunt's smile grows broad and she quickly whisks Becky to a secluded corner of the gym. Her shocked friend let's out a squeal but laughs, as she's used to surprises from Tara.
"So, remember my little nephew we used to talk about all the time?" Tara asked with excited eyes.
Becky nods, her face lighting up in anticipation.
"You won't believe this, but he mailed himself to me! With a note...something about paying off a deal we made because he told some girlfriend of his about our first little adventure,"
"Ooooh, the one at the club?" Becky interjects.
Tara nods and continues. "Anyway, per the terms of this deal, I get to keep him trapped between my cheeks," Becky gasps and looks down at her friend's prodigious rear, which Tara slaps and jiggles with a laugh.
"So I figured there was no better way to show my nephew a good time than a good work out with my best friend!" she finishes with a smile.
Becky's eyes are wide open and her mouth drops in shock.
"That poor little dude! How long do you have him for?" she asks. You get very little sympathy from her.
Tara shrugged. "Still undetermined,"
"Well," Becky answers, "If you need a break or...something...." her eyes wander back to Tara's backside, "I'd be happy to fill in for you for a bit. Your stories were great, but I'm sure there's nothing like the real thing.
"No. There. Is Not." Tara answers with a laugh, bouncing and clenching her cheeks with each word. "So Becks, where do we start?" she asks, her eyes scanning the gym.
You didn't hear a word of the conversation, but you were thankful for Tara's stillness. Her jiggles and slaps still hurt and her incredibly tight compression shorts made it impossible for you to reform, but you knew that stillness was your best case scenario, and you knew it was unlikely to last long.
You were very, very right.
Knowing the purpose of the workout, Becky runs her friend of a series of exercises built to maximize your torment. She started with the treadmill. By the time she finished the first minute of her brisk walk on the treadmill, her ass was drenched with sweat, fully absorbed by your squishy body. Becky was shocked to see her compression shorts still one solid color as they moved to the stair climber. If you only knew how much worse your situation was about to get.
Tara's ass did a number on you, chewing you up as she walked up the stair climber at a slow pace. Becky stood to the side, coaching and cheering her friend on but really keeping a close eye on her ass. Tara's normal walk was intentionally crafted to swing and sway her full hips and send a jiggle in her ass, and she was more intentional about that with your presence there. With every step she took up the stair climber, your flattened body was slammed from one jiggling mass to the next, pressed and ground into a paste in between.
"Ok Tara, you look like you could use a bit of a break from the...um...cardio," Becky said with a slight chuckle, "Let's move to the weights a bit," she said encouragingly.
She led Tara to the rowing machine and pushed her down on the bench firmly. When her ass plopped down, you felt yourself pushed deeper between her cheeks. But that was only the beginning of your torment. As she pushed herself across the machine, your body was smeared across her fleshy ass. You were certain that you were far beyond recognition at this point, just hopeful that you would be able to reform in time to pass your aunt's challenge the next morning and earn your freedom.
Tara was clearly enjoying this workout. She loved the sensation of your body, as thin as it had become, getting rubbed across her sexy backside. The feeling was faint, but she could feel it when she focused. She wiggled in her seat in glee as she pulled herself against the lowest resistance setting the machine offered.
Becky walked her friend through a few final exercises, all focused on putting Tara in a seated position, before calling it a day. By that time, you had long since gone unconscious. You dreamed of Cassie as you slept.
When you wakeup, you see the sun shining through your aunt's window as your partially reformed body sits on her bedside table, her smiling face looking down at you.
"That was quite a day yesterday wasn't it squirt!" she said gleefully. "I took you out before bed, figured you'd need the time to reform if you were going to face the challenge. Here's the dice, you know what to do," she says, dropping the plastic cubes next to you.
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