Cassie's Calamitous Conclusion
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
Cassie was about to tell Tara to go to hell when something her mother and sister said yesterday came back to her. Their reasoning for why Jake had willingly spent the entire day waiting on his aunt hand-and-foot rather than spend time with his fiancee. They'd implied Jake did it because he enjoyed the horrible way Tara treated him, her "Step on Me" energy as Sophie had called it, and possibly had feelings for her. It was so absurd a notion that Cassie's mind had instantly rejected it, but now she started to think on other possibilities.
Tara hadn't been the only person Jake had ended up squashed and humiliated by. He'd been subjected to a lifetime's worth of those experiences by countless other women, including Cassie herself on accident. Jake had argued all those events had been accidents, but he was a foot tall, not an inch. What were the odds that so many women--and only women--could be so clueless around a perfectly visible, if unusually short, man, to the point that he was squashed by them on a daily basis? What were the odds every single one of those times had been an accident?
Maybe the reason why Jake had spent the day with Tara, the reason he'd had so many "accidents" around her specifically, hell, the reason why he'd mailed himself to her in the first place, was because Tara was the only woman horrible enough to do what Jake desired but never dared admit? A desire to be dominated.
"Deal."
"Well, there's no shame sticking to your morals--wait, what'd you say?" Tara's cocky smile faltered for the first time since Cassie had met her, and the sight of it was beautiful.
"I said you have a deal."
Tara still couldn't seem to believe what she was hearing. "You're serious? A goody two shoes like you is willing to take a walk on the wild side?"
"Absolutely," Cassie said, but she didn't sound as confident as she would've liked. Tara picked up on that.
"And you wouldn't be trying to pull a fast one on your future aunt-in-law, would you? Trying to trick me into handing my nephew over without intending to follow through on your end of the deal? I'd need assurance that you're fully committed to treating Jake exactly the same way I would."
"I'm not lying," Cassie said honestly. "I want to do to him the same things you do."
Tara still looked skeptical. "Okay, let's see how serious you are," she said, reaching behind her back.
The bright lights of the kitchen blinded you. You'd been trapped in darkness so long, choking on the stench of your aunt's gas, it took a while for your eyes to adjust. You'd heard muffled voices but hadn't been able to make out what they'd been saying. You were sure the only reason you were free now was because some fresh torment had been concocted by your aunt and you tried your best to reform before whatever new horror could be unleashed on you. The last thing you expected to see was your aunt preparing to hand you over to your fiancee.
It was a miracle! Cassie, your guardian angel, had come to your rescue! You tried to tell her how much you loved her and apologize for spending yesterday with Tara over her, but your body was too flattened for any words to come out.
"Pull open your underwear."
Cassie did as your aunt ordered, pulling back her pants and panties to expose her crack. You were confused. Why was Cassie listening to her? Your flattened form prevented you from asking what was happening. It also prevented you from crying out when Tara suspended you over the abyss of Cassie's ass. All you could do was futilely wriggle in Tara's grasp.
"Remember. No going easy on him. Do exactly what I would do."
Cassie nodded nervously. Tara let go. You fell.
You landed on the inside of your fiancee's panties. A second later, Cassie let go of them, causing them to snap shut back into place, sealing you in darkness once again and propelling you into her crack.
"Get him situated," Tara said.
Cassie pulled up her pants and underwear, giving herself a wedgie and sending you deeper inside her butt. Though the inside of your fiancee's ass was "nicer" than your aunt's, Cassie's only comparatively smaller behind was still large and plump, and had no problem crushing you between her immense cheeks.
"Now take a load off," Tara commanded.
Cassie knew the older woman was trying to make her uncomfortable but she had no intention of letting Jake's aunt get under her skin. She'd said she'd act like Tara for the day and she meant it. If this was what her fiancé was into, then she was determined to prove to him she could give just as good as Tara. No, screw that, even better! Cassie pulled out her stool, looked Tara dead in the eye, stuck our her rear over her seat, then slammed her ass down as hard as she could on the cushion.
You were rendered two-dimensional in an instant, like a cartoon character after an anvil falls on them. The brief seconds you'd been exposed to fresh air hadn't been enough to make any substantial progress on reforming but even those minuscule efforts were undone in an instant by the brutal impact of you fiancee's meaty ass on your already battered body. You were left crushed under the metric ton of cellulite.
"You know," Cassie said conversationally to a visibly shocked Tara. "I think this seat isn't as comfy as it could be. Just let me make some adjustments to make myself more comfortable."
Cassie began pressing down into her seat, grinding her butt into the cushion in a slow, exaggerated manner while never breaking eye contact with Tara.
The pain was excruciating. Already wedged and crushed between Cassie's colossal cheeks, now your body was being stretched out and contorted even further, smearing you into her crack like a fine paste, driving you deeper and deeper into your fiancee's perfect ass. What had once been a part of her flawless body that elicited such excitement from you during foreplay had now been turned into an instrument of torture. Sure there'd been accidents in the past thanks to Cassie's occasional carelessness, but never before had she purposefully subject you to something like this. It was Tara's influence, you just knew it! Even someone as good and pure as Cassie wasn't immune from your wicked aunt's manipulations.
"Ooh," Cassie said mock innocently as she grew more confident in her role. "My morning coffee's getting to me. Hope you're ready down there!"
Cassie clenched her gurgling stomach hard. For several seconds nothing happened. She closed her eyes and strained. Eventually, a short, underwhelming fart squeaked out. Cassie blushed more at how anticlimactic it was than due to the act itself. For you, while it may not have smelled as bad as any of Tara's during the previous night and this morning, the humiliation that your own fiancee would do that to you made it worse than anything your aunt could dish out.
"Well?" Cassie asked Tara expectantly.
An odd expression passed over Tara's face.
What was it?
1) Pride: Tara is proud of Cassie for "putting Jake in his place." Now Tara wants to take Cassie under her wing and teach her how to really mess with her nephew.
2) Jealousy: Tara is bitter she just gave away her favorite toy. Tara's going to be watching Cassie like a hawk and maybe even try to sabotage her so Cassie breaks their deal and has to give her nephew back.
Tara hadn't been the only person Jake had ended up squashed and humiliated by. He'd been subjected to a lifetime's worth of those experiences by countless other women, including Cassie herself on accident. Jake had argued all those events had been accidents, but he was a foot tall, not an inch. What were the odds that so many women--and only women--could be so clueless around a perfectly visible, if unusually short, man, to the point that he was squashed by them on a daily basis? What were the odds every single one of those times had been an accident?
Maybe the reason why Jake had spent the day with Tara, the reason he'd had so many "accidents" around her specifically, hell, the reason why he'd mailed himself to her in the first place, was because Tara was the only woman horrible enough to do what Jake desired but never dared admit? A desire to be dominated.
"Deal."
"Well, there's no shame sticking to your morals--wait, what'd you say?" Tara's cocky smile faltered for the first time since Cassie had met her, and the sight of it was beautiful.
"I said you have a deal."
Tara still couldn't seem to believe what she was hearing. "You're serious? A goody two shoes like you is willing to take a walk on the wild side?"
"Absolutely," Cassie said, but she didn't sound as confident as she would've liked. Tara picked up on that.
"And you wouldn't be trying to pull a fast one on your future aunt-in-law, would you? Trying to trick me into handing my nephew over without intending to follow through on your end of the deal? I'd need assurance that you're fully committed to treating Jake exactly the same way I would."
"I'm not lying," Cassie said honestly. "I want to do to him the same things you do."
Tara still looked skeptical. "Okay, let's see how serious you are," she said, reaching behind her back.
The bright lights of the kitchen blinded you. You'd been trapped in darkness so long, choking on the stench of your aunt's gas, it took a while for your eyes to adjust. You'd heard muffled voices but hadn't been able to make out what they'd been saying. You were sure the only reason you were free now was because some fresh torment had been concocted by your aunt and you tried your best to reform before whatever new horror could be unleashed on you. The last thing you expected to see was your aunt preparing to hand you over to your fiancee.
It was a miracle! Cassie, your guardian angel, had come to your rescue! You tried to tell her how much you loved her and apologize for spending yesterday with Tara over her, but your body was too flattened for any words to come out.
"Pull open your underwear."
Cassie did as your aunt ordered, pulling back her pants and panties to expose her crack. You were confused. Why was Cassie listening to her? Your flattened form prevented you from asking what was happening. It also prevented you from crying out when Tara suspended you over the abyss of Cassie's ass. All you could do was futilely wriggle in Tara's grasp.
"Remember. No going easy on him. Do exactly what I would do."
Cassie nodded nervously. Tara let go. You fell.
You landed on the inside of your fiancee's panties. A second later, Cassie let go of them, causing them to snap shut back into place, sealing you in darkness once again and propelling you into her crack.
"Get him situated," Tara said.
Cassie pulled up her pants and underwear, giving herself a wedgie and sending you deeper inside her butt. Though the inside of your fiancee's ass was "nicer" than your aunt's, Cassie's only comparatively smaller behind was still large and plump, and had no problem crushing you between her immense cheeks.
"Now take a load off," Tara commanded.
Cassie knew the older woman was trying to make her uncomfortable but she had no intention of letting Jake's aunt get under her skin. She'd said she'd act like Tara for the day and she meant it. If this was what her fiancé was into, then she was determined to prove to him she could give just as good as Tara. No, screw that, even better! Cassie pulled out her stool, looked Tara dead in the eye, stuck our her rear over her seat, then slammed her ass down as hard as she could on the cushion.
You were rendered two-dimensional in an instant, like a cartoon character after an anvil falls on them. The brief seconds you'd been exposed to fresh air hadn't been enough to make any substantial progress on reforming but even those minuscule efforts were undone in an instant by the brutal impact of you fiancee's meaty ass on your already battered body. You were left crushed under the metric ton of cellulite.
"You know," Cassie said conversationally to a visibly shocked Tara. "I think this seat isn't as comfy as it could be. Just let me make some adjustments to make myself more comfortable."
Cassie began pressing down into her seat, grinding her butt into the cushion in a slow, exaggerated manner while never breaking eye contact with Tara.
The pain was excruciating. Already wedged and crushed between Cassie's colossal cheeks, now your body was being stretched out and contorted even further, smearing you into her crack like a fine paste, driving you deeper and deeper into your fiancee's perfect ass. What had once been a part of her flawless body that elicited such excitement from you during foreplay had now been turned into an instrument of torture. Sure there'd been accidents in the past thanks to Cassie's occasional carelessness, but never before had she purposefully subject you to something like this. It was Tara's influence, you just knew it! Even someone as good and pure as Cassie wasn't immune from your wicked aunt's manipulations.
"Ooh," Cassie said mock innocently as she grew more confident in her role. "My morning coffee's getting to me. Hope you're ready down there!"
Cassie clenched her gurgling stomach hard. For several seconds nothing happened. She closed her eyes and strained. Eventually, a short, underwhelming fart squeaked out. Cassie blushed more at how anticlimactic it was than due to the act itself. For you, while it may not have smelled as bad as any of Tara's during the previous night and this morning, the humiliation that your own fiancee would do that to you made it worse than anything your aunt could dish out.
"Well?" Cassie asked Tara expectantly.
An odd expression passed over Tara's face.
What was it?
1) Pride: Tara is proud of Cassie for "putting Jake in his place." Now Tara wants to take Cassie under her wing and teach her how to really mess with her nephew.
2) Jealousy: Tara is bitter she just gave away her favorite toy. Tara's going to be watching Cassie like a hawk and maybe even try to sabotage her so Cassie breaks their deal and has to give her nephew back.
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