A Familial Discovery
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
(Author’s note: I’m not super into legit incest stuff, but the aspect of being interested in a woman like Tara sounds unique, so I’m revealing some backstory details to make the relationship slightly more normal.)
“Tara…” you uttered, laying in your Aunt’s soft, soapy hands. Your mind struggled to find the right words. You had been in your fair share of strange situations over the course of your eventful life, but this exact moment might have topped them all. In no uncertain terms you were undoubtedly being turned on by your aunt, and your mind was racing to figure out why. At this point in your life you had been harassed, mocked, and abused by Tara more times than you could remember. Even this very act, using you as a washrag to scrub every square inch of her body, was nothing new to you. The only thing new… was your reaction to it.
As you sat in a few more seconds of awkward silence, both of you unsure how to act, the reasoning finally hit you like a ton of bricks. Tara was consistently awful towards you at every turn, tormenting you left and right. But beneath it all, beneath the pranks, beneath the often belittling way she spoke to you, and even literally beneath her as you often were, was a sense of… honesty? Thinking more about it you knew this was the truth. Tara knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she loved to mess with you, and conversely she knew how much it annoyed you, which only fueled to make her want to do it more. But as bad as that relationship sounded, in some twisted way you realized that you actually appreciated it! At the end of the day you understood each other, as well as what each person wanted.
It was the polar opposite of what you realized Cassie and the Smalls family thought of you. All it took was one predicament, one god damn simple misunderstanding, and Cassie turned on you in an instant. Not only did she take her mom’s word over yours, but she did to such an extent that she condemned you to four straight months of living in Kimberly’s ass crack! The only time she gave you a moment to explain yourself was after said four months of living hell, and at that point you had nearly lost your mind entirely! Despite you believing that you and Cassie had such a strong relationship, she was ready to believe that you were some freak pervert who deserved to be dumped at best and physically tortured at worst. Looking back on the whole situation made your blood boil.
But with Tara, it was different. Never once did she convince herself that you were some kind of sexual deviant who intentionally got squished in compromising situations. She always knew that you hated her pranks, but that being said she never once committed to the level of abuse that Kimberly subjected you to either. Kimberly held you hostage for nearly half a year, even going so far as attempting to break your mind and bend it into wanting to be her ass slave. Compared to that it seemed like almost nothing Tara had done had ever come close to being as horrible as that. And as the months passed by since returning from the Smalls residence, you unconsciously had begun to realize this. It just wasn’t until this moment when it actually came to the forefront of your mind.
To put it simply, Cassie respected your humanity in a physical sense quite a bit, but she clearly didn’t respect your character or your point of view. She nearly never abused your squishy characteristics other than when she absolutely had to, but at the same time she was so quick to turn on you and assume all of these horrible things about who you were as a person.
Your Aunt Tara, on the other hand, respected your humanity in a physical sense less than anyone you had ever met in your life. Hardly a second passed by with her where you weren’t flattened, chewed up, or formed into some article of clothing. But when it came to Tara’s view of you as a person, that never faltered. Without fail she knew that you were a good, normal person at the end of the day, albeit one who was a blast to mess with. And with this realization in your mind, it made your feelings towards Tara all the more confusing.
“Tara… I think”
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* you were interrupted once more before hardly getting two words out, this time by two sharp knocks on the bathroom door, followed by it being sharply opened. Clearly Tara had forgotten to lock it.
“Hey Tara sorry to barge in like this I really have to use the bathroom!” You heard the voice of your mother ring out. Immediately both you and Tara’s eyes shot wide open, looking at one another. Thankfully the shower curtain wasn’t see-through, or else the two of you would have had a bizarre explanation to lay out. Tara held up one massive finger to her mouth, shushing you as if you didn’t already know to keep quiet. Keeping you hidden, Tara peeked her head around the curtain,
“Oh no sweat, Dani.” Tara said, trying to play the situation cool like she normally did. At any other time she would have been harping on your mom in her usual comical way, but she was far too flustered to do that at the moment.
“Whew thanks” Your mom said before lifting the seat up and dropping her massive ass onto the toilet. She relaxed for a second before her eyes opened as well, clearly realizing something. Dani lifted one thigh slowly off the seat, shining some light into the bowl which was previously completely shadowed by her enormous legs. “Uhh Jake, you aren’t in there right?” Tara’s heart raced with fear, as did yours, assuming that somehow your mom had caught onto what was happening. But a split second later Dani continued, “Thank god. Every once in a while Jake used to fall in the toilet and not be able to get out. I would really hate to use it while he was in there… again.”
Your mind shuddered at the memories that your mom’s words brought back. But simultaneously you two were relieved that your secret situation was not yet compromised. Tara closed the shower curtain off and set you surprisingly gently down onto the soap holder attached to the wall. She continued to rinse off her body, spinning around and inadvertently giving you a full show of her blessed-by-the-gods body. While she did workout a bit, with her outrageously gluttonous diet she should have been fat by all means. Yet somehow thanks to her genetics, all of the fat got sent to almost exclusively the right places.
A flush brought you back to reality as you heard your mom’s voice speak up once again. “Tara, I’m kind of worried about Jake.”
“What, worried that he’ll end up in a toilet bowl like you thought a second ago?” Tara retorted, having relaxed at least momentarily enough to get back to her witty retorts. As she said this she shot you a wink and stuck her tongue out in her trademark cocky fashion. That bravado which you had hated so much in the past seemed somehow endearing at that moment.
“Oh Tara, well of course I’m always a bit worried about that type of stuff. But more so I’m worried that he won’t get back out there and find someone else after the whole debacle with Cassie and her family.” Dani said all while sitting on the toilet. The current situation was strange to say the least, but the empathy in your mom’s voice was genuine. She continued, “God, I mean sometimes I wish that you and him would just get together! That would make all of our lives so much easier!” Your heart stopped dead in its tracks, what the hell was your mom talking about. But then what Dani said next shook you even more,
“Seriously! I know we haven’t talked about it in years because you were adopted by our parents at such a young age, but you two aren’t related by blood at all! People have just always assumed since we look somewhat similar that we must be genetic siblings!” Dani finished her conveniently expository monologue. You, meanwhile, were in utter shock. Your Aunt Tara wasn’t actually related to you or your mom!? You were washed over by simultaneous feelings of confusion and relief.
“Oh Dani, I know what you’re saying is literally true, but that’s such a weird thing to suggest come on!” Tara exclaimed. Once again Tara was beet red and quite flustered. After going through nearly your entire life up until this point without seeing her like this, you had now seen her in a vulnerable state multiple times within the last few hours. Once again, it didn’t frighten you as most interactions with Tara did… it was actually quite endearing.
“I hear you, Tara, I know it is. But you have to admit that after all that he has been through, especially with Cassie, any hope of him having a completely normal relationship is likely slim to none. At least with you I know it would be a person we both could trust.” Dani said while standing up and audibly closing the toilet bowl lid. As she approached the sink to wash her hands she added on, “It sounds absurd I know, but honestly, give it some thought. It would do a hell of a lot to ease my mind.”
With that last statement, your mom then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving behind two equally perplexed and confused individuals. The alarming feelings that the two of you were feeling mere minutes before were now… legitimized. What the hell were you going to do now?
“Tara…” you uttered, laying in your Aunt’s soft, soapy hands. Your mind struggled to find the right words. You had been in your fair share of strange situations over the course of your eventful life, but this exact moment might have topped them all. In no uncertain terms you were undoubtedly being turned on by your aunt, and your mind was racing to figure out why. At this point in your life you had been harassed, mocked, and abused by Tara more times than you could remember. Even this very act, using you as a washrag to scrub every square inch of her body, was nothing new to you. The only thing new… was your reaction to it.
As you sat in a few more seconds of awkward silence, both of you unsure how to act, the reasoning finally hit you like a ton of bricks. Tara was consistently awful towards you at every turn, tormenting you left and right. But beneath it all, beneath the pranks, beneath the often belittling way she spoke to you, and even literally beneath her as you often were, was a sense of… honesty? Thinking more about it you knew this was the truth. Tara knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she loved to mess with you, and conversely she knew how much it annoyed you, which only fueled to make her want to do it more. But as bad as that relationship sounded, in some twisted way you realized that you actually appreciated it! At the end of the day you understood each other, as well as what each person wanted.
It was the polar opposite of what you realized Cassie and the Smalls family thought of you. All it took was one predicament, one god damn simple misunderstanding, and Cassie turned on you in an instant. Not only did she take her mom’s word over yours, but she did to such an extent that she condemned you to four straight months of living in Kimberly’s ass crack! The only time she gave you a moment to explain yourself was after said four months of living hell, and at that point you had nearly lost your mind entirely! Despite you believing that you and Cassie had such a strong relationship, she was ready to believe that you were some freak pervert who deserved to be dumped at best and physically tortured at worst. Looking back on the whole situation made your blood boil.
But with Tara, it was different. Never once did she convince herself that you were some kind of sexual deviant who intentionally got squished in compromising situations. She always knew that you hated her pranks, but that being said she never once committed to the level of abuse that Kimberly subjected you to either. Kimberly held you hostage for nearly half a year, even going so far as attempting to break your mind and bend it into wanting to be her ass slave. Compared to that it seemed like almost nothing Tara had done had ever come close to being as horrible as that. And as the months passed by since returning from the Smalls residence, you unconsciously had begun to realize this. It just wasn’t until this moment when it actually came to the forefront of your mind.
To put it simply, Cassie respected your humanity in a physical sense quite a bit, but she clearly didn’t respect your character or your point of view. She nearly never abused your squishy characteristics other than when she absolutely had to, but at the same time she was so quick to turn on you and assume all of these horrible things about who you were as a person.
Your Aunt Tara, on the other hand, respected your humanity in a physical sense less than anyone you had ever met in your life. Hardly a second passed by with her where you weren’t flattened, chewed up, or formed into some article of clothing. But when it came to Tara’s view of you as a person, that never faltered. Without fail she knew that you were a good, normal person at the end of the day, albeit one who was a blast to mess with. And with this realization in your mind, it made your feelings towards Tara all the more confusing.
“Tara… I think”
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* you were interrupted once more before hardly getting two words out, this time by two sharp knocks on the bathroom door, followed by it being sharply opened. Clearly Tara had forgotten to lock it.
“Hey Tara sorry to barge in like this I really have to use the bathroom!” You heard the voice of your mother ring out. Immediately both you and Tara’s eyes shot wide open, looking at one another. Thankfully the shower curtain wasn’t see-through, or else the two of you would have had a bizarre explanation to lay out. Tara held up one massive finger to her mouth, shushing you as if you didn’t already know to keep quiet. Keeping you hidden, Tara peeked her head around the curtain,
“Oh no sweat, Dani.” Tara said, trying to play the situation cool like she normally did. At any other time she would have been harping on your mom in her usual comical way, but she was far too flustered to do that at the moment.
“Whew thanks” Your mom said before lifting the seat up and dropping her massive ass onto the toilet. She relaxed for a second before her eyes opened as well, clearly realizing something. Dani lifted one thigh slowly off the seat, shining some light into the bowl which was previously completely shadowed by her enormous legs. “Uhh Jake, you aren’t in there right?” Tara’s heart raced with fear, as did yours, assuming that somehow your mom had caught onto what was happening. But a split second later Dani continued, “Thank god. Every once in a while Jake used to fall in the toilet and not be able to get out. I would really hate to use it while he was in there… again.”
Your mind shuddered at the memories that your mom’s words brought back. But simultaneously you two were relieved that your secret situation was not yet compromised. Tara closed the shower curtain off and set you surprisingly gently down onto the soap holder attached to the wall. She continued to rinse off her body, spinning around and inadvertently giving you a full show of her blessed-by-the-gods body. While she did workout a bit, with her outrageously gluttonous diet she should have been fat by all means. Yet somehow thanks to her genetics, all of the fat got sent to almost exclusively the right places.
A flush brought you back to reality as you heard your mom’s voice speak up once again. “Tara, I’m kind of worried about Jake.”
“What, worried that he’ll end up in a toilet bowl like you thought a second ago?” Tara retorted, having relaxed at least momentarily enough to get back to her witty retorts. As she said this she shot you a wink and stuck her tongue out in her trademark cocky fashion. That bravado which you had hated so much in the past seemed somehow endearing at that moment.
“Oh Tara, well of course I’m always a bit worried about that type of stuff. But more so I’m worried that he won’t get back out there and find someone else after the whole debacle with Cassie and her family.” Dani said all while sitting on the toilet. The current situation was strange to say the least, but the empathy in your mom’s voice was genuine. She continued, “God, I mean sometimes I wish that you and him would just get together! That would make all of our lives so much easier!” Your heart stopped dead in its tracks, what the hell was your mom talking about. But then what Dani said next shook you even more,
“Seriously! I know we haven’t talked about it in years because you were adopted by our parents at such a young age, but you two aren’t related by blood at all! People have just always assumed since we look somewhat similar that we must be genetic siblings!” Dani finished her conveniently expository monologue. You, meanwhile, were in utter shock. Your Aunt Tara wasn’t actually related to you or your mom!? You were washed over by simultaneous feelings of confusion and relief.
“Oh Dani, I know what you’re saying is literally true, but that’s such a weird thing to suggest come on!” Tara exclaimed. Once again Tara was beet red and quite flustered. After going through nearly your entire life up until this point without seeing her like this, you had now seen her in a vulnerable state multiple times within the last few hours. Once again, it didn’t frighten you as most interactions with Tara did… it was actually quite endearing.
“I hear you, Tara, I know it is. But you have to admit that after all that he has been through, especially with Cassie, any hope of him having a completely normal relationship is likely slim to none. At least with you I know it would be a person we both could trust.” Dani said while standing up and audibly closing the toilet bowl lid. As she approached the sink to wash her hands she added on, “It sounds absurd I know, but honestly, give it some thought. It would do a hell of a lot to ease my mind.”
With that last statement, your mom then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving behind two equally perplexed and confused individuals. The alarming feelings that the two of you were feeling mere minutes before were now… legitimized. What the hell were you going to do now?
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