Return to Sender
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
Despite being crushed underneath Tara's ass, you were feeling quite proud of yourself. When you'd first been mailed to your aunt, you'd been dreading the possibility that your journey would be a one-way trip. But instead, not only was Tara keeping her word and letting you go free, but you had actually managed to beat her challenges. You'd never been able to get one over on your aunt before but now you managed to succeed not just once, but twice! The road was bumpy and you were subjected to the rise and fall of your aunt's ass as she seemed to deliberately hit every pothole but you didn't care. Soon you'd be reunited with your beloved Cassie. And, what's more, her mother would recognize you as a man of your word and, hopefully, accept you as a member of the family.
Meanwhile, it sounded like Tara was talking to someone on the phone. Over the crushing weight of her posterior and the radio blaring some god awful country rock song, you couldn't make out what she was saying, only her obnoxious laugh every now and then. It took thirty minutes to reach the post office. After pulling into the parking lot, Tara continued talking on the phone. Another thirty minutes passed and now your good mood was officially gone as Tara showed no signs she planned to stop yapping away anytime soon. You started to squirm underneath her to remind her you were there and to signal her to wrap it up. Tara sighed dramatically.
"Sorry, gotta go. But don't worry, I'll see you soon." Tara hung up the phone then turned off her hummer. "Well jeez, squirt. You really so eager to leave your favorite auntie? That hurts my feelings. Especially since it's been so long since we had any quality time together. This is the longest time we've gotten to hang out since your high school graduation party."
The memory of that horrible day made you shudder. It'd been even worse because it'd started off so well. You'd already been accepted to your dream college and, though you didn't have many friends, your stature still made you a subject of curiosity at school which meant there was a high turnout for people to see you before you moved away. Your mom had spared no expense for food and decorations. There was even an ice sculpture of you... which given that it was actual size meant it wasn't very impressive, but it was the thought that counted. Your home had been packed with classmates from your graduating year, as well as neighbors, your mom's co-workers, and, as with any big gathering... your Aunt Tara. Luckily, after catching sight of her a few times, you managed to sneak away into the crowd before she saw you. Today was going great and you didn't want her to ruin it like she had so many other special events.
Hands down the highlight of the party had been spending time with Cleo. She was a fellow graduate who you'd crushed on all year. In addition to being breathtakingly beautiful, with silky black hair, olive skin and green eyes, she was also one of the most popular girls in school. Somehow you'd managed to work up the nerve to talk to her and to your surprise, you had a lot in common! To your even greater surprise, she accepted your offer to dance! Having felt the stares of others all day, you told her about a secluded spot where you could dance in private. Though you had to dance atop a table to minimize your risk of being squashed, you were having such a good time you didn't even feel embarrassed. Something as simple as dancing with a girl you had a crush on made you feel as tall as any other guy. Cleo had just excused herself to grab you both some punch, and you'd just been wondering the best way to ask her out, when a shadow fell over you and a familiar voice made you cringe.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the big man of the hour."
"Hello Aunt Tara," you said uneasily. You suddenly missed all of the prying eyes you'd moved away to avoid.
Your aunt was dressed in a leopard print tube top and tight black short shorts with the word "JUICY" spelled out in sparkly pink. She had a beer in one hand and a platter of pigs in blankets in the other. As you watched she stuffed two into her mouth at once. "One of these days, eating that much will catch up to her," you thought. Out loud, you said, "You're looking well."
"Psh. I look stunning," Tara said with her mouth full. She took a gulp of beer to wash it down and belched heartily. "Your mom put a lot of effort into this party. Why are you hiding away here?"
"To avoid people like you," you thought. Out loud you said, "I'm actually dancing with a girl, and if you don't mind, I'd like a little priva--"
Tara burst out laughing, spraying you with bits of chewed up hotdog. "You?! With a girl?! Let me guess. I wouldn't know her cause she lives in Canada, right?"
You were furiously wiping away the crumbs she'd plastered on your shirt and spoke through gritted teeth. "She's real. And she'll be right back. Is it so hard to believe that a girl might like me?"
"Yup," Tara said simply. "I mean, no offense squirt, but what girl in their right mind would ever want to hook up with the likes of you when they could be with a real man?"
"I am a real man!" you snapped, self-consciously aware enough that just saying that made you look like a child.
Your aunt snickered at the sight of you blushing. "Of course you are," she said patronizingly. Then a wicked smile grew on her face. "In fact, a real man deserves to experience a real dance with a real woman." Your aunt plopped down her food and beer next to you. This couldn't be good.
"What do you--" you cut off your sentence in horror as your aunt turned around and began clapping her fat ass cheeks just inches over your head. You tried to back away only to slip and fall on a drop of beer as the jiggling cheeks loomed over you.
Tara looked over her shoulder at you with a smirk. "A lap dance is as real as it gets."
She didn't wait for a response, just lowered her clapping cheeks upon your small body. You turned around and tried to claw away but the cheeks were upon you, bouncing up and down, clenching, dragging you backwards into her crack where each cheek slammed into you again and again. She grinded her ass on the table's edge back and forth, laughing as she drove you deeper. A song she loved had just come on and she spent the next several minutes bouncing, grinding and clenching you with her cheeks. By the time the song was over Tara stood up and saw you were no longer on the table, but she had a pretty good guess where you were. Glancing at her backside's reflection in a nearby window, she laughed at the sight of you wedged up her cheeks, the pink glittery "I" in "JUICY" having been replaced with her elongated flesh-colored nephew.
"See? Now you've finally danced with a woman. Happy graduation, squirt. Don't say I never do anything for you."
Cleo arrived holding two cups of punch, one regular-sized, the other the size of a thimble.
"Excuse me, miss?" Cleo asked Tara who was polishing off her platter of pigs in blankets. "Have you seen, um, well, a foot tall--"
"Jake?" Tara said breezily. "Yeah, he said he had a date with a fine piece of ass."
"He... what?"
"What can I say? Little guy's incorrigible. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a platter of jumbo shrimp with my name on it."
Tara left before Cleo had a chance to respond, leaving you screaming and struggling helplessly in-between your aunt's cheeks. The next several hours were spent with you trapped in her crack as she mingled with the other guests. Whenever she insinuated herself into a group of your classmates, she would regale them all with stories about the most embarrassing moments of your life--90% of them caused by her. It was only when your mother brought out the cake that everybody realized you were missing. Tara made a big show of feeling something in her crack and then producing you, pretending to be shocked and accusing you of sneaking in there on purpose. Your mom had loudly reprimanded you for making everyone worry, but the laughter of the guests--especially your former classmates turned you bright red. When you saw Cleo look at you with a look of abject disgust you thought you would die of embarrassment then and there.
Tara chuckled at the memory. "Such happy times. Shame we need to put them on hold for now. But don't worry. I'm sure we'll get together again real soon."
"Not if I have any say," you thought.
Your aunt went inside the post office and stuffed you inside an envelope similar to the one Kimberly had mailed you in, addressing you to the Smalls residence.
"Would you like to prioritize this as next day delivery?" the clerk asked when Tara approached the counter.
"Nah," Tara said shrugging. "Two days is fine." She saw the envelope twitch a little bit as her nephew fumed. Tara smirked. "Just make sure someone signs for it."
"Yes, mam."
And so once again you were being sent via mail. It wasn't going to be as speedy as before but at least this time you were going to someplace nice. The next two days were a boring slog, with only thoughts of Cassie to fill your mind. At some point you slept and when you woke you found your envelope being gripped tightly.
"Finally, he's here!"
You recognized that voice! Your heart started pounding rapidly. Before you had a second to think, the envelope was ripped open and tipped upside down. You came tumbling out to land in the palm of...
1) Cassie! You're finally reunited with the love of your life at the Smalls household. She's relieved to see you okay but also upset at your disappearance. And how will Kimberly react to your return?
2) Aunt Tara! The conversation she'd been having in the car was with Kimberly! After hearing so many stories about her, Tara had asked to visit the Smalls family to "clear the air." What the hell does she have planned?
Meanwhile, it sounded like Tara was talking to someone on the phone. Over the crushing weight of her posterior and the radio blaring some god awful country rock song, you couldn't make out what she was saying, only her obnoxious laugh every now and then. It took thirty minutes to reach the post office. After pulling into the parking lot, Tara continued talking on the phone. Another thirty minutes passed and now your good mood was officially gone as Tara showed no signs she planned to stop yapping away anytime soon. You started to squirm underneath her to remind her you were there and to signal her to wrap it up. Tara sighed dramatically.
"Sorry, gotta go. But don't worry, I'll see you soon." Tara hung up the phone then turned off her hummer. "Well jeez, squirt. You really so eager to leave your favorite auntie? That hurts my feelings. Especially since it's been so long since we had any quality time together. This is the longest time we've gotten to hang out since your high school graduation party."
The memory of that horrible day made you shudder. It'd been even worse because it'd started off so well. You'd already been accepted to your dream college and, though you didn't have many friends, your stature still made you a subject of curiosity at school which meant there was a high turnout for people to see you before you moved away. Your mom had spared no expense for food and decorations. There was even an ice sculpture of you... which given that it was actual size meant it wasn't very impressive, but it was the thought that counted. Your home had been packed with classmates from your graduating year, as well as neighbors, your mom's co-workers, and, as with any big gathering... your Aunt Tara. Luckily, after catching sight of her a few times, you managed to sneak away into the crowd before she saw you. Today was going great and you didn't want her to ruin it like she had so many other special events.
Hands down the highlight of the party had been spending time with Cleo. She was a fellow graduate who you'd crushed on all year. In addition to being breathtakingly beautiful, with silky black hair, olive skin and green eyes, she was also one of the most popular girls in school. Somehow you'd managed to work up the nerve to talk to her and to your surprise, you had a lot in common! To your even greater surprise, she accepted your offer to dance! Having felt the stares of others all day, you told her about a secluded spot where you could dance in private. Though you had to dance atop a table to minimize your risk of being squashed, you were having such a good time you didn't even feel embarrassed. Something as simple as dancing with a girl you had a crush on made you feel as tall as any other guy. Cleo had just excused herself to grab you both some punch, and you'd just been wondering the best way to ask her out, when a shadow fell over you and a familiar voice made you cringe.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the big man of the hour."
"Hello Aunt Tara," you said uneasily. You suddenly missed all of the prying eyes you'd moved away to avoid.
Your aunt was dressed in a leopard print tube top and tight black short shorts with the word "JUICY" spelled out in sparkly pink. She had a beer in one hand and a platter of pigs in blankets in the other. As you watched she stuffed two into her mouth at once. "One of these days, eating that much will catch up to her," you thought. Out loud, you said, "You're looking well."
"Psh. I look stunning," Tara said with her mouth full. She took a gulp of beer to wash it down and belched heartily. "Your mom put a lot of effort into this party. Why are you hiding away here?"
"To avoid people like you," you thought. Out loud you said, "I'm actually dancing with a girl, and if you don't mind, I'd like a little priva--"
Tara burst out laughing, spraying you with bits of chewed up hotdog. "You?! With a girl?! Let me guess. I wouldn't know her cause she lives in Canada, right?"
You were furiously wiping away the crumbs she'd plastered on your shirt and spoke through gritted teeth. "She's real. And she'll be right back. Is it so hard to believe that a girl might like me?"
"Yup," Tara said simply. "I mean, no offense squirt, but what girl in their right mind would ever want to hook up with the likes of you when they could be with a real man?"
"I am a real man!" you snapped, self-consciously aware enough that just saying that made you look like a child.
Your aunt snickered at the sight of you blushing. "Of course you are," she said patronizingly. Then a wicked smile grew on her face. "In fact, a real man deserves to experience a real dance with a real woman." Your aunt plopped down her food and beer next to you. This couldn't be good.
"What do you--" you cut off your sentence in horror as your aunt turned around and began clapping her fat ass cheeks just inches over your head. You tried to back away only to slip and fall on a drop of beer as the jiggling cheeks loomed over you.
Tara looked over her shoulder at you with a smirk. "A lap dance is as real as it gets."
She didn't wait for a response, just lowered her clapping cheeks upon your small body. You turned around and tried to claw away but the cheeks were upon you, bouncing up and down, clenching, dragging you backwards into her crack where each cheek slammed into you again and again. She grinded her ass on the table's edge back and forth, laughing as she drove you deeper. A song she loved had just come on and she spent the next several minutes bouncing, grinding and clenching you with her cheeks. By the time the song was over Tara stood up and saw you were no longer on the table, but she had a pretty good guess where you were. Glancing at her backside's reflection in a nearby window, she laughed at the sight of you wedged up her cheeks, the pink glittery "I" in "JUICY" having been replaced with her elongated flesh-colored nephew.
"See? Now you've finally danced with a woman. Happy graduation, squirt. Don't say I never do anything for you."
Cleo arrived holding two cups of punch, one regular-sized, the other the size of a thimble.
"Excuse me, miss?" Cleo asked Tara who was polishing off her platter of pigs in blankets. "Have you seen, um, well, a foot tall--"
"Jake?" Tara said breezily. "Yeah, he said he had a date with a fine piece of ass."
"He... what?"
"What can I say? Little guy's incorrigible. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a platter of jumbo shrimp with my name on it."
Tara left before Cleo had a chance to respond, leaving you screaming and struggling helplessly in-between your aunt's cheeks. The next several hours were spent with you trapped in her crack as she mingled with the other guests. Whenever she insinuated herself into a group of your classmates, she would regale them all with stories about the most embarrassing moments of your life--90% of them caused by her. It was only when your mother brought out the cake that everybody realized you were missing. Tara made a big show of feeling something in her crack and then producing you, pretending to be shocked and accusing you of sneaking in there on purpose. Your mom had loudly reprimanded you for making everyone worry, but the laughter of the guests--especially your former classmates turned you bright red. When you saw Cleo look at you with a look of abject disgust you thought you would die of embarrassment then and there.
Tara chuckled at the memory. "Such happy times. Shame we need to put them on hold for now. But don't worry. I'm sure we'll get together again real soon."
"Not if I have any say," you thought.
Your aunt went inside the post office and stuffed you inside an envelope similar to the one Kimberly had mailed you in, addressing you to the Smalls residence.
"Would you like to prioritize this as next day delivery?" the clerk asked when Tara approached the counter.
"Nah," Tara said shrugging. "Two days is fine." She saw the envelope twitch a little bit as her nephew fumed. Tara smirked. "Just make sure someone signs for it."
"Yes, mam."
And so once again you were being sent via mail. It wasn't going to be as speedy as before but at least this time you were going to someplace nice. The next two days were a boring slog, with only thoughts of Cassie to fill your mind. At some point you slept and when you woke you found your envelope being gripped tightly.
"Finally, he's here!"
You recognized that voice! Your heart started pounding rapidly. Before you had a second to think, the envelope was ripped open and tipped upside down. You came tumbling out to land in the palm of...
1) Cassie! You're finally reunited with the love of your life at the Smalls household. She's relieved to see you okay but also upset at your disappearance. And how will Kimberly react to your return?
2) Aunt Tara! The conversation she'd been having in the car was with Kimberly! After hearing so many stories about her, Tara had asked to visit the Smalls family to "clear the air." What the hell does she have planned?
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