It is a typical day for you two with your typic...
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
As the minutes went by, the soft yet massive warmth of Tara's ass threatened to lull you back to sleep. Wanting to try your best and enjoy the time you get to spend here (earned through your own "cheekiness", admittedly), you wait and concentrate on your body. Eventually, you feel yourself reform just enough for your body to move itself. Now that had come to pass, you begin to pump your arms up and down the large plane of flesh that is pinning you down, rubbing it affectionately. Soon enough, you get your entire body into it. You like to think of this time spent as "a massaging exercise." It's to help keep you fit and to show some love and affection to your domineering wife.
Soon enough, you realize Tara must be fully awake...as you hear her cooing and giggling at your efforts. "Pipsqueak, you really know how to treat a woman." Smiling at this, you begin to slowly stop; Tara's awake now right? She must be taking advantage of your position. Might as well edge her a bit. Soon enough, you feel the cheek above you begin to grind down impatiently. "Decided to stop huh? You're lucky I don't leave you down there for another hour...you really shouldn't tease me with such affectionate attention." Grinning wolfishly, you press your face as deep into the fleshy surface above and bite down.
"Oh! Ohoho!" Tara was slightly startled by your aggressive action but you feel the weight of your wife's ass increase tenfold. She must've sat up and is now grinding down on your defenseless body powerfully. Hopping and bouncing is soon added to the mix and you feel the entirety of her ass alternate between squishing you. "Feeling feisty, twerp? You should really know better by now who's going to win...though, I guess that's just one of the reasons why I love you~."
Tara feels that you've had enough and starts scooting towards the end of the king-sized bed. A bit punch drunk from the beating you've received, you belatedly realize you're being brought along as you've become adhered to your wife's monumental rear end, stretched horizontally across her ass cheeks. Tara stands up from the bed and stretches her impressive body, standing on her toes and stretching her arms high. "Alright, lover boy, I'm going to...lover boy?" Looking around confusedly, Tara only belatedly realizes where you must be...and busts out laughing hysterically. "I swear, pipsqueak, that will never get old." Reaching around, she roughly pulls you free from the clutches of her rear. Bringing you back around, she pulls your flattened face in for a deep kiss. Finishing, she whispers "Good morning, honey. How about I let you rest while I go prepare something to eat for us." Tossing you back to the bed, she saunters off.
It was moments like these...they reminded you of the great fortune you have in life. Tara was simply incredible. After about ten minutes pass, you feel confident that your body could support itself. You stand up shakily...and realize your erection is still at full mast. "I...better wait a bit or else Tara may...well, whatever." Rushing over to your shared closet, you leap up and open the door so that you can get dressed. Inside you find a set of clothes on a small dowel rod affixed to the closet walls. You find your normal assortment of clothing...all handmade with a surprising number made by Tara herself. Those were all...very tight on you. Tara claims it's due to her amateurish skill but you know for a fact that Tara was actually quite skilled. You have a feeling it's because she likes observing your body; it gave you a sense of pride that she likes your physique. Deciding to indulge her a bit, you quickly adorn a pair of pants and shirt that really emphasized your musculature . Turning to stare at a nearby standing mirror in the bedroom, you look on with pride. College educated, fit...you can't help but feel that this was due to Tara's influence 3 years ago. To think there was a point where you would curse her...but now you couldn't help but be thankful to her and love her with all you had. It's only what she deserves at this point.
After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you run into the kitchen just in time for Tara to shut off the stove burner. She's apparently just finished prepping breakfast...from what you can smell of it, you can tell it was her usual favorite. Steak, eggs, pancakes...a smorgasbord of calories. Tara has never had the best diet but you wouldn't complain as she packs it away in the best possible ways. You think that due to her current appearance; she's put on a t-shirt and panties fresh from the laundry room. Tara has always enjoyed fresh, warm clothes. They cling to her tightly, her panties in particular seem on the brink of becoming a thong. Her shirt is emphasizing her bust quite lewdly. Maybe they shrunk in the wash? Regardless, her form was always a mouth watering sight to behold. Distracted in a such a way, you don't realize Tara has finished putting the last of the food on the nearby dining table...and that she has stacked the second dining chair, your chair, on top of the same table!
"Looks like you were too slow, twerp. You know what that means." Uh oh, you had forgotten the games she likes to play. For her, if you fail to get to the dining table before she finishes cooking...she hides away your chair and forces you to climb her chair and her up to the tabletop.
"Oh I uh...I didn't forget. I just wanted a challenge this morning. I need to work up a sweat!" You thrust your chest out to appear a bit more confident. "Uh huh and it's totally not because you were distracted staring at my tits or fat ass right?" Tara grins impishly at you. "Well, you know the rules! Get to climbing if you're hungry." With a start, you see Tara has turned around to start eating; knowing her appetite, you needed to be quick. Rushing around her chair, you approach her calves and feet. Leaping up you wrap your arms around her left calf and try to hoist yourself up before being stopped by her her crossing her right leg over. Bopping your nose on her right leg, you recover and scramble up, fitting between the narrow space her crossed leg and the underside of the table provided. With a clumsy roll, you fall in between her thighs and turn your head up to stare up at Tara's face. She currently chewing on a bite of pancake but that doesn't stop her from smirking down at you before uncrossing her legs and closing her thighs together. You find your entire upper body entombed in the huge thighs of your impish wife; your lower body and legs are thankfully free to move. Not wanting to make it easy for you, Tara pauses eating and clenches her enormous thigh muscles, taking your breath away. Knowing your body is in imminent squishing danger, you brace your legs and pull out with as much might as you can. Only slightly squished, you take a moment to catch a breath...before suddenly feeling Tara's hand behind you as she quickly pulls you in for a hug. Her t-shirt apparently had just enough give in the cleavage area as you find yourself submerged in Tara's breasts. With a few adjustments, Tara positions your body to face outwards towards the table and has positioned your head to just barely poke out of her generous cleavage.
"Looks like you just made it! I was worried you were going to miss out on eating." Tara congratulates you through a mouthful of steak. "So, here! You can finally eat." With a start, you noticed that the plate of food Tara was eating from already had some bite sized chunks appropriate for your smaller mouth...Tara always liked to play jokes and games with you but she never once neglected you. "Heh, thanks Tara...for the workout and the grub. So, can I get out so I can finish up your scraps?" Putting down her fork, she uses a single index finger to lightly noogie your scalp. "Nah, I'll just hand feed you." Another of Tara's inclinations; you both ate from the same plate and used the same silverware. It honestly made sense; you're so small so why wouldn't you share everything? It was more economical. However, the hand feeding thing...you think she just likes the feeling of control she gets from doing it. Once again, you say with practiced ease "what, am I a pet?" Tara looks down at you affectionately and says "Not just any pet; my pet little pipsqueak." You can't help but grin and say authoritatively "Alright, give me some steak!" Tara's hand reaches out and grabs a small chunk and holds it before your face, waiting on you. You dash your neck forward and bite the chunk from her hand and contentedly begin to chew. Tara reaches her hand up and licks the steak's juices clean before repeating the process with you. When the plate was cleaned out, Tara speaks to you in a playful yet dark tone. "Alright, now that we're both ready for the day...I think it's about time we start thinking about how to get back at you for your dumb little prank you pulled this morning."
Gulping nervously, you say "Haha, I...thought you had forgotten about that. "No way, pipsqueak. Don't worry, I'll try to make it fun for both of us...mostly me but still."
It sounds like another fun start to the weekend...
Soon enough, you realize Tara must be fully awake...as you hear her cooing and giggling at your efforts. "Pipsqueak, you really know how to treat a woman." Smiling at this, you begin to slowly stop; Tara's awake now right? She must be taking advantage of your position. Might as well edge her a bit. Soon enough, you feel the cheek above you begin to grind down impatiently. "Decided to stop huh? You're lucky I don't leave you down there for another hour...you really shouldn't tease me with such affectionate attention." Grinning wolfishly, you press your face as deep into the fleshy surface above and bite down.
"Oh! Ohoho!" Tara was slightly startled by your aggressive action but you feel the weight of your wife's ass increase tenfold. She must've sat up and is now grinding down on your defenseless body powerfully. Hopping and bouncing is soon added to the mix and you feel the entirety of her ass alternate between squishing you. "Feeling feisty, twerp? You should really know better by now who's going to win...though, I guess that's just one of the reasons why I love you~."
Tara feels that you've had enough and starts scooting towards the end of the king-sized bed. A bit punch drunk from the beating you've received, you belatedly realize you're being brought along as you've become adhered to your wife's monumental rear end, stretched horizontally across her ass cheeks. Tara stands up from the bed and stretches her impressive body, standing on her toes and stretching her arms high. "Alright, lover boy, I'm going to...lover boy?" Looking around confusedly, Tara only belatedly realizes where you must be...and busts out laughing hysterically. "I swear, pipsqueak, that will never get old." Reaching around, she roughly pulls you free from the clutches of her rear. Bringing you back around, she pulls your flattened face in for a deep kiss. Finishing, she whispers "Good morning, honey. How about I let you rest while I go prepare something to eat for us." Tossing you back to the bed, she saunters off.
It was moments like these...they reminded you of the great fortune you have in life. Tara was simply incredible. After about ten minutes pass, you feel confident that your body could support itself. You stand up shakily...and realize your erection is still at full mast. "I...better wait a bit or else Tara may...well, whatever." Rushing over to your shared closet, you leap up and open the door so that you can get dressed. Inside you find a set of clothes on a small dowel rod affixed to the closet walls. You find your normal assortment of clothing...all handmade with a surprising number made by Tara herself. Those were all...very tight on you. Tara claims it's due to her amateurish skill but you know for a fact that Tara was actually quite skilled. You have a feeling it's because she likes observing your body; it gave you a sense of pride that she likes your physique. Deciding to indulge her a bit, you quickly adorn a pair of pants and shirt that really emphasized your musculature . Turning to stare at a nearby standing mirror in the bedroom, you look on with pride. College educated, fit...you can't help but feel that this was due to Tara's influence 3 years ago. To think there was a point where you would curse her...but now you couldn't help but be thankful to her and love her with all you had. It's only what she deserves at this point.
After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you run into the kitchen just in time for Tara to shut off the stove burner. She's apparently just finished prepping breakfast...from what you can smell of it, you can tell it was her usual favorite. Steak, eggs, pancakes...a smorgasbord of calories. Tara has never had the best diet but you wouldn't complain as she packs it away in the best possible ways. You think that due to her current appearance; she's put on a t-shirt and panties fresh from the laundry room. Tara has always enjoyed fresh, warm clothes. They cling to her tightly, her panties in particular seem on the brink of becoming a thong. Her shirt is emphasizing her bust quite lewdly. Maybe they shrunk in the wash? Regardless, her form was always a mouth watering sight to behold. Distracted in a such a way, you don't realize Tara has finished putting the last of the food on the nearby dining table...and that she has stacked the second dining chair, your chair, on top of the same table!
"Looks like you were too slow, twerp. You know what that means." Uh oh, you had forgotten the games she likes to play. For her, if you fail to get to the dining table before she finishes cooking...she hides away your chair and forces you to climb her chair and her up to the tabletop.
"Oh I uh...I didn't forget. I just wanted a challenge this morning. I need to work up a sweat!" You thrust your chest out to appear a bit more confident. "Uh huh and it's totally not because you were distracted staring at my tits or fat ass right?" Tara grins impishly at you. "Well, you know the rules! Get to climbing if you're hungry." With a start, you see Tara has turned around to start eating; knowing her appetite, you needed to be quick. Rushing around her chair, you approach her calves and feet. Leaping up you wrap your arms around her left calf and try to hoist yourself up before being stopped by her her crossing her right leg over. Bopping your nose on her right leg, you recover and scramble up, fitting between the narrow space her crossed leg and the underside of the table provided. With a clumsy roll, you fall in between her thighs and turn your head up to stare up at Tara's face. She currently chewing on a bite of pancake but that doesn't stop her from smirking down at you before uncrossing her legs and closing her thighs together. You find your entire upper body entombed in the huge thighs of your impish wife; your lower body and legs are thankfully free to move. Not wanting to make it easy for you, Tara pauses eating and clenches her enormous thigh muscles, taking your breath away. Knowing your body is in imminent squishing danger, you brace your legs and pull out with as much might as you can. Only slightly squished, you take a moment to catch a breath...before suddenly feeling Tara's hand behind you as she quickly pulls you in for a hug. Her t-shirt apparently had just enough give in the cleavage area as you find yourself submerged in Tara's breasts. With a few adjustments, Tara positions your body to face outwards towards the table and has positioned your head to just barely poke out of her generous cleavage.
"Looks like you just made it! I was worried you were going to miss out on eating." Tara congratulates you through a mouthful of steak. "So, here! You can finally eat." With a start, you noticed that the plate of food Tara was eating from already had some bite sized chunks appropriate for your smaller mouth...Tara always liked to play jokes and games with you but she never once neglected you. "Heh, thanks Tara...for the workout and the grub. So, can I get out so I can finish up your scraps?" Putting down her fork, she uses a single index finger to lightly noogie your scalp. "Nah, I'll just hand feed you." Another of Tara's inclinations; you both ate from the same plate and used the same silverware. It honestly made sense; you're so small so why wouldn't you share everything? It was more economical. However, the hand feeding thing...you think she just likes the feeling of control she gets from doing it. Once again, you say with practiced ease "what, am I a pet?" Tara looks down at you affectionately and says "Not just any pet; my pet little pipsqueak." You can't help but grin and say authoritatively "Alright, give me some steak!" Tara's hand reaches out and grabs a small chunk and holds it before your face, waiting on you. You dash your neck forward and bite the chunk from her hand and contentedly begin to chew. Tara reaches her hand up and licks the steak's juices clean before repeating the process with you. When the plate was cleaned out, Tara speaks to you in a playful yet dark tone. "Alright, now that we're both ready for the day...I think it's about time we start thinking about how to get back at you for your dumb little prank you pulled this morning."
Gulping nervously, you say "Haha, I...thought you had forgotten about that. "No way, pipsqueak. Don't worry, I'll try to make it fun for both of us...mostly me but still."
It sounds like another fun start to the weekend...
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