Sleeping Within the Enemy
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
You don't know why you were ever naive enough to think your aunt would've ever let you stop pampering her once you were done massaging her ass. You'd thought with Cassie and her family around that there was no way you'd be stuck working for your aunt the entire day. But Cassie seemed to be avoiding you. You'd run to her if you could but you knew Tara would squish you in an instant. Your other hope had been Ms. Smalls who kept coming back to check up on you. The first time she'd come, you'd thanked god, thinking she was going to take you away. But your aunt was fiendishly clever. No sooner had Ms. Smalls invited you both to some pool games than Tara politely declined, saying you had volunteered to give her a foot massage.
"Jake, you are a true gentleman," Ms. Smalls said. "I knew this would be a positive bonding experience for the two of you. I'll tell Cassie you'll join us later."
You'd been so exhausted from all your hard work, you couldn't even muster the breath to object, and soon Ms. Smalls was gone, back with her daughters in the pool. Tara pressed one of her soles on the back of your head and wiggled her toes.
Another two hours passed and Ms. Smalls came back again, only now Tara said she was famished and that you'd "volunteered" to feed her. As the sun set, you raised hot wings and garlic knots to your aunt's gaping maw. It was a terrifying sight. You hoped you were too big for anyone to eat you now but with your squishy properties you didn't want to chance it. Several times as you were forced to stare into the gaping abyss of her mouth she would let loose an eardrum destroying belch. BWOOORP!
Any hope of getting to spend the day with Cassie ended when the sun was setting and Tara tucked you deep inside her cleavage. When Ms. Smalls came to invite you to join in the games, Tara said you were so exhausted from all the work that you were napping in her bosom.
"I understand completely," Ms. Smalls said with a wink. "I'll tell Cassie. I'm sure she'll understand."
Exhausted as you were, you fought at the mention of Cassie, causing Tara's prodigious cleavage to jiggle up and down seemingly on its own. Both women saw and struggled not to burst out laughing. Ms. Smalls actually needed a minute to compose herself before she could wear a straight enough face to go talk with her eldest daughter the "bad" news.
And then it was night. The day of fun you'd planned with your fiancee never came to be. By the time Tara yanked you out of her sweaty cleavage, it was in front of Cassie and her entire family in her living room.
"Well I don't know about you gals, but we had an amazing day. Isn't that right, Jakey-poo?"
Your entire body was in pain, but you still tried to muster the strength to speak.
"Cassie! I... I was--"
"Busy?" she asked, scowling. You'd never seen her this angry before. But how could you blame her? How could you even put into words why you'd done what you'd done?
"Please," you gasped. "I can... explain..."
"What's to explain?" Tara asked. "You chose to spend the day with the person who makes you happiest--Oops. Sorry," Tara said as if only now noticing her faux pas.
Cassie's face stiffened in rage. She took a step forward, extended her arm and opened her palm.
"We're. Going. To. Bed."
It was clear Cassie was ordering Tara to hand you over, but your aunt acted like she hadn't caught Cassie's meaning. Instead she yawned in an exaggerated manner, and scratched her ass with the hand you were held in.
"That's a good idea, we're beat. Me and Jake are gonna hit the hay."
"Give him to me!"
"Cassie!"
Ms. Smalls imperious voice rang out, making Cassie falter.
"But mom--"
"No buts," Kimberly Smalls said severely. "I told you before, engaged or not, when you're under my house, you live by my rules. Jake will not be sleeping in the same room as you until after you're married."
"So you'll let that ogre keep him?!"
"CASSIE SMALLS! I raised you better than that. You do not talk to a guest like that. Apologize to Ms. Bigg right now."
Cassie was blushing furiously. She couldn't believe her own mother was treating her like a child. Couldn't believe her fiancee had spent the entire day with this awful woman. Couldn't believe this month, which was supposed to be perfect, was going all wrong.
"Sorry," Cassie barely managed to choke out before storming off.
You tried to call out after Cassie but now your aunt gripped you so hard in her fist, that you literally couldn't get a word out. You'd thought you'd get a chance to explain, but no, you hadn't even gotten a second alone with Cassie before you'd already been cast back into your aunt's clutches. Tara took you to the guest bedroom where she'd already unpacked, a big room, with even its own bathroom.
"Whoo!" Tara said, locking the door. "Good hustle out there, squirt. At this rate, I might consider us even before the wedding." She dropped you on the dresser and immediately started getting changed for bed. "Surprised that's what you proposed to though. I thought unattractive people were supposed to have good personalities."
"Don't talk about her like that!" you snapped. "She's the most beautiful woman in the world and has the sweetest personality I know!"
Tara snorted. "The position of most beautiful woman in the world has already been taken by mois. Your girl's a six at best. Still way out of your league. But I guess love makes people dumb. Or, in her case, dumber--"
"You... ASSHOLE!"
You slapped your hands over your mouth. The words had come out without even thinking. You'd just seen red and shouted the first insult that came to mind. It was the exact same insult you'd called her years ago. The one that had caused her to bake you into her ass for days via tanning. And that was after she'd heard you insulted her second-hand. Now you'd just screamed it to her face.
You expected vengeance to be swift, but she didn't react right away. Instead she continued to get dressed, pulling on a loose fitting t-shirt and a tight-fitting pair of black leggings over her underwear. You knew she must've heard it. There was no way she couldn't have. She must've been furious.
But when she turned to face you she was smiling.
"You know what's going to happen next right?"
"I'm sorry!"
"My absolute favorite thing in the world," she said dreamily. "I honestly don't know why I love it so much."
Fear sapped the strength from you. You fell to your knees. "I'M SORRY!"
"Normally I'd engage in some playful banter, make some bad puns and crass allusions about what's in store for you. But sometimes I wonder why I even bother stalling."
Her shadow fell over you. Your entire body shivered in fear as her hand reached down.
"I'M SORR--"
Your voice was cut off by her ironlike grip.
"And every time," your aunt said, a smile lighting up her face as she pulled back her leggings and underwear and maneuvered you over her crack, "I wonder if I'll ever let you out at all."
She let go.
Your fall was short and stopped when you came into contact with her underwear. You opened your mouth to scream. Somehow you always forgot how bad an idea that was, especially when you were facing a woman's crack directly. The next second Tara let her underwear and leggings snapped back into place and you were sent careening into her asscrack like a crash test dummy into a brick wall.
"Mmm," your aunt sighed happily, as she felt your entire body wedge perfectly up her crack. "Absolute favorite."
She grabbed the back of her leggings and underwear and yanked them up as high as they could go, turning her nephew into a human wedgie as he was squashed even further up her crack. No matter how many times she experienced this pleasure, it just got better and better. It was pure heaven every time.
No matter how many times you experienced this torture, it just got worse and worse. It was pure hell every time.
The ginormous ass cheeks of your aunt compressed you on either side like two fleshy boulders. You couldn't scream or struggle, just wriggle pitifully, tickling your aunt's cheeks pleasantly. One second you were a three-dimensional human, the next you were a mass of putty who sadly retained all human senses. Your aunt clenched her cheeks and the crushing pressure was excruciating for your already overworked and broken body. The heat between her cheeks was like a furnace. The sweat that had generated from a day of laying out in the hot sun had not gone away and now it slid down over your body, your squishy skin absorbing it like a sponge. You heard sounds from deep within her, the horrifyingly familiar gurgling, burbling, which grew louder and louder signaling the reeking maelstrom about to blow--
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
Your aunt bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She'd stocked up on fried-onion pizza and spicy wings just for this moment. She knew it was juvenile. But that didn't make the frantic wriggles emanating from her crack in the wake of her fart any less hilarious. Nor did it become any less funny when she did it again.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
"Well, Jake, I've got some good news and some bad news. Good news is you won't be staying there forever... yet... Bad news is you'll be sleeping there until your mom joins us. But don't worry, I'll remember to take you out before we see your fiancee tomorrow. It'd be really embarrassing if she found out that's where you're sleeping. But don't worry... only an asshole would show her that."
The new wave of frantic, tickling wriggles were just as intense as when she'd just farted. As Tara tucked herself in, she knew your struggles would lull her to sleep until she could wake refreshed for a new day of fun with her favorite toy.
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!
What next?
"Jake, you are a true gentleman," Ms. Smalls said. "I knew this would be a positive bonding experience for the two of you. I'll tell Cassie you'll join us later."
You'd been so exhausted from all your hard work, you couldn't even muster the breath to object, and soon Ms. Smalls was gone, back with her daughters in the pool. Tara pressed one of her soles on the back of your head and wiggled her toes.
Another two hours passed and Ms. Smalls came back again, only now Tara said she was famished and that you'd "volunteered" to feed her. As the sun set, you raised hot wings and garlic knots to your aunt's gaping maw. It was a terrifying sight. You hoped you were too big for anyone to eat you now but with your squishy properties you didn't want to chance it. Several times as you were forced to stare into the gaping abyss of her mouth she would let loose an eardrum destroying belch. BWOOORP!
Any hope of getting to spend the day with Cassie ended when the sun was setting and Tara tucked you deep inside her cleavage. When Ms. Smalls came to invite you to join in the games, Tara said you were so exhausted from all the work that you were napping in her bosom.
"I understand completely," Ms. Smalls said with a wink. "I'll tell Cassie. I'm sure she'll understand."
Exhausted as you were, you fought at the mention of Cassie, causing Tara's prodigious cleavage to jiggle up and down seemingly on its own. Both women saw and struggled not to burst out laughing. Ms. Smalls actually needed a minute to compose herself before she could wear a straight enough face to go talk with her eldest daughter the "bad" news.
And then it was night. The day of fun you'd planned with your fiancee never came to be. By the time Tara yanked you out of her sweaty cleavage, it was in front of Cassie and her entire family in her living room.
"Well I don't know about you gals, but we had an amazing day. Isn't that right, Jakey-poo?"
Your entire body was in pain, but you still tried to muster the strength to speak.
"Cassie! I... I was--"
"Busy?" she asked, scowling. You'd never seen her this angry before. But how could you blame her? How could you even put into words why you'd done what you'd done?
"Please," you gasped. "I can... explain..."
"What's to explain?" Tara asked. "You chose to spend the day with the person who makes you happiest--Oops. Sorry," Tara said as if only now noticing her faux pas.
Cassie's face stiffened in rage. She took a step forward, extended her arm and opened her palm.
"We're. Going. To. Bed."
It was clear Cassie was ordering Tara to hand you over, but your aunt acted like she hadn't caught Cassie's meaning. Instead she yawned in an exaggerated manner, and scratched her ass with the hand you were held in.
"That's a good idea, we're beat. Me and Jake are gonna hit the hay."
"Give him to me!"
"Cassie!"
Ms. Smalls imperious voice rang out, making Cassie falter.
"But mom--"
"No buts," Kimberly Smalls said severely. "I told you before, engaged or not, when you're under my house, you live by my rules. Jake will not be sleeping in the same room as you until after you're married."
"So you'll let that ogre keep him?!"
"CASSIE SMALLS! I raised you better than that. You do not talk to a guest like that. Apologize to Ms. Bigg right now."
Cassie was blushing furiously. She couldn't believe her own mother was treating her like a child. Couldn't believe her fiancee had spent the entire day with this awful woman. Couldn't believe this month, which was supposed to be perfect, was going all wrong.
"Sorry," Cassie barely managed to choke out before storming off.
You tried to call out after Cassie but now your aunt gripped you so hard in her fist, that you literally couldn't get a word out. You'd thought you'd get a chance to explain, but no, you hadn't even gotten a second alone with Cassie before you'd already been cast back into your aunt's clutches. Tara took you to the guest bedroom where she'd already unpacked, a big room, with even its own bathroom.
"Whoo!" Tara said, locking the door. "Good hustle out there, squirt. At this rate, I might consider us even before the wedding." She dropped you on the dresser and immediately started getting changed for bed. "Surprised that's what you proposed to though. I thought unattractive people were supposed to have good personalities."
"Don't talk about her like that!" you snapped. "She's the most beautiful woman in the world and has the sweetest personality I know!"
Tara snorted. "The position of most beautiful woman in the world has already been taken by mois. Your girl's a six at best. Still way out of your league. But I guess love makes people dumb. Or, in her case, dumber--"
"You... ASSHOLE!"
You slapped your hands over your mouth. The words had come out without even thinking. You'd just seen red and shouted the first insult that came to mind. It was the exact same insult you'd called her years ago. The one that had caused her to bake you into her ass for days via tanning. And that was after she'd heard you insulted her second-hand. Now you'd just screamed it to her face.
You expected vengeance to be swift, but she didn't react right away. Instead she continued to get dressed, pulling on a loose fitting t-shirt and a tight-fitting pair of black leggings over her underwear. You knew she must've heard it. There was no way she couldn't have. She must've been furious.
But when she turned to face you she was smiling.
"You know what's going to happen next right?"
"I'm sorry!"
"My absolute favorite thing in the world," she said dreamily. "I honestly don't know why I love it so much."
Fear sapped the strength from you. You fell to your knees. "I'M SORRY!"
"Normally I'd engage in some playful banter, make some bad puns and crass allusions about what's in store for you. But sometimes I wonder why I even bother stalling."
Her shadow fell over you. Your entire body shivered in fear as her hand reached down.
"I'M SORR--"
Your voice was cut off by her ironlike grip.
"And every time," your aunt said, a smile lighting up her face as she pulled back her leggings and underwear and maneuvered you over her crack, "I wonder if I'll ever let you out at all."
She let go.
Your fall was short and stopped when you came into contact with her underwear. You opened your mouth to scream. Somehow you always forgot how bad an idea that was, especially when you were facing a woman's crack directly. The next second Tara let her underwear and leggings snapped back into place and you were sent careening into her asscrack like a crash test dummy into a brick wall.
"Mmm," your aunt sighed happily, as she felt your entire body wedge perfectly up her crack. "Absolute favorite."
She grabbed the back of her leggings and underwear and yanked them up as high as they could go, turning her nephew into a human wedgie as he was squashed even further up her crack. No matter how many times she experienced this pleasure, it just got better and better. It was pure heaven every time.
No matter how many times you experienced this torture, it just got worse and worse. It was pure hell every time.
The ginormous ass cheeks of your aunt compressed you on either side like two fleshy boulders. You couldn't scream or struggle, just wriggle pitifully, tickling your aunt's cheeks pleasantly. One second you were a three-dimensional human, the next you were a mass of putty who sadly retained all human senses. Your aunt clenched her cheeks and the crushing pressure was excruciating for your already overworked and broken body. The heat between her cheeks was like a furnace. The sweat that had generated from a day of laying out in the hot sun had not gone away and now it slid down over your body, your squishy skin absorbing it like a sponge. You heard sounds from deep within her, the horrifyingly familiar gurgling, burbling, which grew louder and louder signaling the reeking maelstrom about to blow--
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
Your aunt bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She'd stocked up on fried-onion pizza and spicy wings just for this moment. She knew it was juvenile. But that didn't make the frantic wriggles emanating from her crack in the wake of her fart any less hilarious. Nor did it become any less funny when she did it again.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
"Well, Jake, I've got some good news and some bad news. Good news is you won't be staying there forever... yet... Bad news is you'll be sleeping there until your mom joins us. But don't worry, I'll remember to take you out before we see your fiancee tomorrow. It'd be really embarrassing if she found out that's where you're sleeping. But don't worry... only an asshole would show her that."
The new wave of frantic, tickling wriggles were just as intense as when she'd just farted. As Tara tucked herself in, she knew your struggles would lull her to sleep until she could wake refreshed for a new day of fun with her favorite toy.
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!
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