Here Lies Jake
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
All around you the pressure was unbearably excruciating as Ms. Smalls relaxed in her recliner. Darkness surrounded you, noises from the outside came in muffled, the heat from her cheeks became sweltering, and the briefest whiff of fresh air you'd gotten was soon replaced by the familiar, rank stale ass air you'd been forced to breathe these past 4 months. But as horrible as these conditions were, your body reacted to them by flooding your brain with a wave of endorphins.
You couldn't believe Cassie had condemned you to this fate, hadn't even bothered to listen to your side of the story before giving her mother permission to keep you as an slave for the rest of your life!
But as heartbroken as you were by Cassie's betrayal, what horrified you even more was the betrayal of your own body. Why hadn't your body moved when you ordered it to after Kimberly offered to let you go? Though you knew escape was impossible now, you ordered your body to at least try to reform, ordered it to move, to do anything at all! But nothing happened! You could almost hear a voice in the back of your head saying, "I belong here."
What the hell was happening? Why were you relieved to be trapped in this hellhole? Why had your body refused finally being free when it was the very thing you'd wanted more than anything these past 4 months?!
Logically, the answer was simple. You'd been squashed countless times in your life and trapped just as many. Flattened on the sole of a foot, in-between a pair of breasts, or wedged deep up an asscrack, you'd spent days, weeks, even a month at a time trapped by the body of a colossal woman. But in the past, you'd always been removed from your fleshy prisons. However, Kimberly had kept you imprisoned in her butt for 4 months straight. It was the longest time you'd ever spent completely cut off from the outside world. Cassie hadn't mentioned you after a week and her sisters had followed her lead during her visit, trusting their mother and eldest sister's judgement. No one else aware of your imprisonment in her ass, it had been Kimberly alone who had spoken to you in all this time.
Whenever you tried to escape, she would clench her cheeks, undoing whatever minimal progress you'd made and reduce you back into a tattoo in her crack. Then she would continue to squeeze her cheeks together throughout the hour, punishing you for your escape attempt. Even if it was the middle of the night, your struggles would cause her to wake up and crush you with more clenches of her mighty, meaty cheeks. She'd do the same thing if she went out in public and you ever tried screaming for help. Whenever the two of you were alone, she would scold you for trying to escape and order you to, "Stay where you belong. Be a good ass slave."
Whenever her crack got sweaty, she ordered you to clean her by absorbing the sweat with your body or lick it clean. Whenever she farted, she would command you to inhale it so others wouldn't have to. Other times she would like the feeling of your tiny body tickling her cheeks and command you to massage her crack. If you ever refused or failed, if her crack remained sweaty, if she smelled her own fart, if she didn't feel your feeble struggles to please her, you would be subjected to the agony of an hour-long clenching session. With no other choice but pain, you'd done as she commanded, adapting and getting better at the tasks she assigned you. You stopped screaming for help, you stopped trying to escape, you did as she ordered and became grateful whenever she praised your efforts and called you a good ass slave. You'd stopped thinking on your own and obeyed instinctively. It had been your coping mechanism, your way to survive these horrible 4 months until Cassie would finally tell her mother to let you out so you could return to your old life. But little did you realize, by obeying Kimberly over and over again without thinking, her ultimate desire had been seared into your brain.
"Stay where you belong. Be a good ass slave."
While the crushing realization only hit you now, Kimberly had realized it the moment she offered you your freedom and hadn't felt even the tiniest hint of struggle from your flattened form. Just as she'd planned, she'd conditioned you perfectly, molding your body and subconscious mind to accommodate her titanic posterior. You'd ended up exactly as she'd hoped all those months ago, broken into submission to please her just like she'd done with her prized recliner, your existence now designed to give her, and her alone, the optimal comfort and pleasure she deserved. Basking in the waves of pleasure she felt from her victory, Kimberly ground her asscheeks into the weathered leather cushion of her recliner, enjoying the feeling of your flattened body being mashed and stretched, contorting as it was ground between her cheeks. It hurt so much, you screamed at your body to move, but the voice in the back of your head said, "No. I belong here. I'm a good ass slave."
"Now, Jake," Kimberly said as she at last grew still, "while I'll gladly let you live in my ass, I can't allow you to stay for free. You'll have to keep providing me those services I've become accustomed to. Think of it as your way of paying rent. Don't worry, I would never be cruel enough to kick you out of your forever home. But I would have to punish you if you were a bad ass slave."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You begged your body to move. You know you didn't have the strength to escape, you just wanted to prove you had the will to try.
"Let's start with your first assignment: Massage."
Finally your body moved, but it wasn't to escape. It was to obey. Your flattened body quivered against her cheeks giving a pitiful "massage." Now you ordered your body to stop but it wouldn't! The voice in the back of your head said, "I'm a good ass slave."
"Kiss."
Against your will, you peeled your head free, puckered your squashed lips and pressed them against the inside of her cheek.
"Don't stop until I say," she said dreamily, smiling at your efforts. You didn't stop. Your body kept massaging and kissing for hours as Kimberly watched a movie in her recliner, paying far more attention to your efforts in her butt than anything happening onscreen. She felt so relaxed by you that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. You heard her gently snoring and commanded your body to stop but it wouldn't obey.
"She didn't say stop," the voice in the back of your head said.
"SHE'S ASLEEP!" you roared internally.
"I'm a good ass slave."
You would've sobbed if you could, but you didn't even have enough control over your own body to do that.
Hours later Kimberly awoke from the most wonderful sleep she'd ever had in her life. She was delighted to find you still hard at work pleasing her and decided to keep you working until bedtime. She prepared dinner for Maddie and Sophie, then the three ate and laughed without a care in the world. You were still working when an alert went off on Maddie's phone.
"Oh, that's my alert for Jake!"
Sophie looked at her sister, blankly. "Who?"
"Jake Bigg." Still no reaction. "Cassie's fiancé?" Nothing. "He's one foot tall and been living in mom's ass for 4 months?!"
"You just made that up!"
"No, your sister's right, dear," Kimberly said. "What about him, Maddie?"
"Well... isn't he supposed to go back to Cassie today?"
Kimberly smiled. "Don't worry, dear, I spoke with Cassie earlier and she told me she doesn't want him anymore. She can't forgive him for trying to spy on me and can't ever trust him to be a faithful husband. I, however, have grown quite fond of his company, and Cassie said I could keep him right where he is if I liked. I offered Jake the opportunity to stay and he happily accepted! He's now a permanent resident of Casa de Mi Ass-a."
Sophie giggled along with her mother, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with the joke or your situation. She still thought her mom and sister were messing with her, but whatever they were talking about didn't concern her. Maddie was a little skeptical of her mom's story, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Over the course of 4 months, your existence in Kimberly's ass had went from shocking her, to something mundane, as the other concerns of her day-to-day life pulled her attention away from your plight. So long as Cassie and her mom were fine with it, Maddie didn't see a reason to argue.
"Pass the cauliflower?" Kimberly asked.
Years passed...
You had no idea exactly how long, trapped as you were in eternal, crushing darkness. It could've been ten years, it could've been a hundred. But for Kimberly Smalls, these years had been the best of her life and it was all thanks to you. Once her daughters moved out, Kimberly thought she'd be a sad empty nester. Luckily, her eldest daughter had blessed her by giving her the greatest present she could've asked for, her very own ass slave. Someone to keep her company, someone who lived to make her life comfortable and pleasurable, someone who would serve her at all hours of the day for the rest of her life! She'd gained an entirely new lease on life thanks to you, feeling twenty years younger! She exercised daily to maintain her colossaly curvaceous figure, danced the nights away with her best friend Irina, and travelled frequently, including multiple vacations with her beloved daughters whenever they were free. Kimberly lived her life to the fullest, and you helped her accomplish that by soaking the sweat from her crack, by inhaling the farts she passed, by massaging and kissing her ass, and by being unrelentingly crushed by it for her own unending amusement. Through your worship, Kimberly felt like the goddess she always knew she was.
Mentally, you raged and sobbed and screamed, but your body always obeyed. After all, you belonged here.
You were a good ass slave.
For now and forever.
You couldn't believe Cassie had condemned you to this fate, hadn't even bothered to listen to your side of the story before giving her mother permission to keep you as an slave for the rest of your life!
But as heartbroken as you were by Cassie's betrayal, what horrified you even more was the betrayal of your own body. Why hadn't your body moved when you ordered it to after Kimberly offered to let you go? Though you knew escape was impossible now, you ordered your body to at least try to reform, ordered it to move, to do anything at all! But nothing happened! You could almost hear a voice in the back of your head saying, "I belong here."
What the hell was happening? Why were you relieved to be trapped in this hellhole? Why had your body refused finally being free when it was the very thing you'd wanted more than anything these past 4 months?!
Logically, the answer was simple. You'd been squashed countless times in your life and trapped just as many. Flattened on the sole of a foot, in-between a pair of breasts, or wedged deep up an asscrack, you'd spent days, weeks, even a month at a time trapped by the body of a colossal woman. But in the past, you'd always been removed from your fleshy prisons. However, Kimberly had kept you imprisoned in her butt for 4 months straight. It was the longest time you'd ever spent completely cut off from the outside world. Cassie hadn't mentioned you after a week and her sisters had followed her lead during her visit, trusting their mother and eldest sister's judgement. No one else aware of your imprisonment in her ass, it had been Kimberly alone who had spoken to you in all this time.
Whenever you tried to escape, she would clench her cheeks, undoing whatever minimal progress you'd made and reduce you back into a tattoo in her crack. Then she would continue to squeeze her cheeks together throughout the hour, punishing you for your escape attempt. Even if it was the middle of the night, your struggles would cause her to wake up and crush you with more clenches of her mighty, meaty cheeks. She'd do the same thing if she went out in public and you ever tried screaming for help. Whenever the two of you were alone, she would scold you for trying to escape and order you to, "Stay where you belong. Be a good ass slave."
Whenever her crack got sweaty, she ordered you to clean her by absorbing the sweat with your body or lick it clean. Whenever she farted, she would command you to inhale it so others wouldn't have to. Other times she would like the feeling of your tiny body tickling her cheeks and command you to massage her crack. If you ever refused or failed, if her crack remained sweaty, if she smelled her own fart, if she didn't feel your feeble struggles to please her, you would be subjected to the agony of an hour-long clenching session. With no other choice but pain, you'd done as she commanded, adapting and getting better at the tasks she assigned you. You stopped screaming for help, you stopped trying to escape, you did as she ordered and became grateful whenever she praised your efforts and called you a good ass slave. You'd stopped thinking on your own and obeyed instinctively. It had been your coping mechanism, your way to survive these horrible 4 months until Cassie would finally tell her mother to let you out so you could return to your old life. But little did you realize, by obeying Kimberly over and over again without thinking, her ultimate desire had been seared into your brain.
"Stay where you belong. Be a good ass slave."
While the crushing realization only hit you now, Kimberly had realized it the moment she offered you your freedom and hadn't felt even the tiniest hint of struggle from your flattened form. Just as she'd planned, she'd conditioned you perfectly, molding your body and subconscious mind to accommodate her titanic posterior. You'd ended up exactly as she'd hoped all those months ago, broken into submission to please her just like she'd done with her prized recliner, your existence now designed to give her, and her alone, the optimal comfort and pleasure she deserved. Basking in the waves of pleasure she felt from her victory, Kimberly ground her asscheeks into the weathered leather cushion of her recliner, enjoying the feeling of your flattened body being mashed and stretched, contorting as it was ground between her cheeks. It hurt so much, you screamed at your body to move, but the voice in the back of your head said, "No. I belong here. I'm a good ass slave."
"Now, Jake," Kimberly said as she at last grew still, "while I'll gladly let you live in my ass, I can't allow you to stay for free. You'll have to keep providing me those services I've become accustomed to. Think of it as your way of paying rent. Don't worry, I would never be cruel enough to kick you out of your forever home. But I would have to punish you if you were a bad ass slave."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You begged your body to move. You know you didn't have the strength to escape, you just wanted to prove you had the will to try.
"Let's start with your first assignment: Massage."
Finally your body moved, but it wasn't to escape. It was to obey. Your flattened body quivered against her cheeks giving a pitiful "massage." Now you ordered your body to stop but it wouldn't! The voice in the back of your head said, "I'm a good ass slave."
"Kiss."
Against your will, you peeled your head free, puckered your squashed lips and pressed them against the inside of her cheek.
"Don't stop until I say," she said dreamily, smiling at your efforts. You didn't stop. Your body kept massaging and kissing for hours as Kimberly watched a movie in her recliner, paying far more attention to your efforts in her butt than anything happening onscreen. She felt so relaxed by you that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. You heard her gently snoring and commanded your body to stop but it wouldn't obey.
"She didn't say stop," the voice in the back of your head said.
"SHE'S ASLEEP!" you roared internally.
"I'm a good ass slave."
You would've sobbed if you could, but you didn't even have enough control over your own body to do that.
Hours later Kimberly awoke from the most wonderful sleep she'd ever had in her life. She was delighted to find you still hard at work pleasing her and decided to keep you working until bedtime. She prepared dinner for Maddie and Sophie, then the three ate and laughed without a care in the world. You were still working when an alert went off on Maddie's phone.
"Oh, that's my alert for Jake!"
Sophie looked at her sister, blankly. "Who?"
"Jake Bigg." Still no reaction. "Cassie's fiancé?" Nothing. "He's one foot tall and been living in mom's ass for 4 months?!"
"You just made that up!"
"No, your sister's right, dear," Kimberly said. "What about him, Maddie?"
"Well... isn't he supposed to go back to Cassie today?"
Kimberly smiled. "Don't worry, dear, I spoke with Cassie earlier and she told me she doesn't want him anymore. She can't forgive him for trying to spy on me and can't ever trust him to be a faithful husband. I, however, have grown quite fond of his company, and Cassie said I could keep him right where he is if I liked. I offered Jake the opportunity to stay and he happily accepted! He's now a permanent resident of Casa de Mi Ass-a."
Sophie giggled along with her mother, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with the joke or your situation. She still thought her mom and sister were messing with her, but whatever they were talking about didn't concern her. Maddie was a little skeptical of her mom's story, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Over the course of 4 months, your existence in Kimberly's ass had went from shocking her, to something mundane, as the other concerns of her day-to-day life pulled her attention away from your plight. So long as Cassie and her mom were fine with it, Maddie didn't see a reason to argue.
"Pass the cauliflower?" Kimberly asked.
Years passed...
You had no idea exactly how long, trapped as you were in eternal, crushing darkness. It could've been ten years, it could've been a hundred. But for Kimberly Smalls, these years had been the best of her life and it was all thanks to you. Once her daughters moved out, Kimberly thought she'd be a sad empty nester. Luckily, her eldest daughter had blessed her by giving her the greatest present she could've asked for, her very own ass slave. Someone to keep her company, someone who lived to make her life comfortable and pleasurable, someone who would serve her at all hours of the day for the rest of her life! She'd gained an entirely new lease on life thanks to you, feeling twenty years younger! She exercised daily to maintain her colossaly curvaceous figure, danced the nights away with her best friend Irina, and travelled frequently, including multiple vacations with her beloved daughters whenever they were free. Kimberly lived her life to the fullest, and you helped her accomplish that by soaking the sweat from her crack, by inhaling the farts she passed, by massaging and kissing her ass, and by being unrelentingly crushed by it for her own unending amusement. Through your worship, Kimberly felt like the goddess she always knew she was.
Mentally, you raged and sobbed and screamed, but your body always obeyed. After all, you belonged here.
You were a good ass slave.
For now and forever.
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