Allen on the Case.
Tiny Brother VS Big Sister
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
As you were lifted up your lower lip caught on something still in the bag, causing your mouth to painfully stretch wide open before it snapped free. Your gaping maw dangled limply open, flopping about as you emerged from the bag in your mother's hand.
"Oh there it is, I can't wait to pop this on and stop damaging my phone so much." Your mother said as she looked at you with a smile, laying you face up on the table as you stared up confused. She was staring right at you, more of your features were visible now, how had she not realised it was you? The answer being that you resembled the novelty phone case with lips and eyes she had considered buying earlier in the day. What she had forgotten upon seeing you however, was that she never ended up purchasing the case and therefore did not have a second case to let her realise her mistake upon having two of you.
Instead, your mother pulled her phone out of her purse and stretched your mouth open wider, sliding her phone inside your mouth as you silently gagged on it. Its mass stretched you taut around its shape, its weight pressed down on your back as you lay there. Your mother adjusting you to be straight, your eyes went weird as they were stretched out to be on each top corner, making your field of vision overlap weirdly and making your eyelids too taut to even close. All you could do is stare as she lifted up her phone, in its pale green case, which your skin still was thanks to the apple flavour juice that dyed your flesh, before turning and made a tutting sound.
"Its blocking the camera lense." She muttered before you felt her poking at your backside. With a wince, you felt her push the camera lense through your asshole, stretched tight around the circular lense as it emerged. You tried to move your eyes but they were stretched taut like the rest of you, forcing your vision to remain immobile. As your mother turned you around, you saw Christine glance at you as she looked up from her purchases and for a moment felt a glimmer of hope that she would rescue you. Instead she simply smiled.
"Aw that's kinda cute." She said, no sign she recognised you on her face as she looked back down at her bags of items. You mutely whimpered into the metal of the phone before crying out in panic as your mother casually tossed her phone into her purse once again. You bounced off a few things in there, settling to a stop with one eye being poked by a clump of dust in the bottom of the purse and the other staring at the ingredients in her bottle of hand sanitiser while you went unnoticed once more.
The two of them didn't even notice your absence as they had gotten to used to passing you by as you slowly reformed, so as they days went on, you only got pulled out when your mother wanted to scroll social media, or take a photo of your sister, or watch videos while she sat on the toilet. The entire time you couldn't close your eyes and had to stare right back at your unknowing mother.
Then at last, the day arrived when your mother drove your sister back to the airport, neither of them bringing you up as they chatted, you were in a cup holder with a charging cable speared through you while they drove, listening to music playing on the screen. You could feel the heat of the battery boiling inside you, but had no way of vocalising your discomfort. You knew once Christine was gone, you were unlikely to be discovered by your mother like this for a long time. She had already dropped you a dozen times, your body protected her phone as she wanted but it sure made your body sore.
They did one last selfie of mother and daughter together, letting you stare at their smiling faces before you were tucked away again with your mother saying goodbye to your sister at the airport. After that it was a drive home with a feeling of cold dread mixing with the heat of the active phone swirling around your skin.
If you had thought it couldn't get worse for you however, it could. As Christine was no longer home and your mother thought she was alone, that evening she took her phone up to bed with her, something you had gotten used to, being put on charge for the night. As Gum you had always been left downstairs, but as a phone case, you went everywhere with your mother. However, this night was different as you heard the sounds of what your mother was watching on the phone screen and the look on her face as she was clearly being turned on. Your mother was watching porn and you were forced to watch her watch it. You tried to ignore how her breathing changed or where her other hand was reaching down towards but had no way of closing your eyes and ears to the horror of your situation.
The sounds of that night would echo through you as you lay there with your contents charging and your mother sleeping soundly barely five feet from you, but it was only the first of many nights with this unwanted intimacy between the two of you. As the weeks passed, you began to mentally block out the sights and sounds, they had become almost mundane with how often you heard them, but it still made you feel horrified.
You got to hear more of the world around you as a phone case, the sound of chewing not filling your world as you sat in your mothers purse. You listened to lunch dates with your mother and her sister, your aunt Susan. You felt if Susan was to spot your features on your mothers phone, surely she would recognise her nephew and get you out of this endless nightmare, but most of the time you were tucked away or your features were not faced towards Susan. So you continued to go unnoticed by the people in your life.
The worst of it was when Christine had remembered you and hastily text your mother to ask if you had reformed, but in her haste she forgot the add the question mark at the end of the text, so your mother had thought she was telling her that you had reformed. This led your mother to believe you had gone back with Christine, but your mothers smiley face emoji response, meant to show her happiness at hearing you had reformed, instead led Christine to believe she was saying yes and assuring your sister you were back to normal with your mother. So both parties remained unaware of the real situation as it continued.
As the months passed you began to numbly accept this as your lot in life, if your mother was going to recognise you, she would have done so by now. Given your bodies abilities, you would likely fit any phone she upgraded to, so freedom at the end of her contract was unlikely and your sister and cousin were on the other side of the country and who knows how often they would come back, if that would even make a difference. That said, you were looking forward to the chance of rescue, that tiny flicker of hope still burning in your chest as the holidays approached and you knew it was likely that your sister and cousin would come visit, possibly to all go on a family trip together. You did realise this meant you had gone almost a year with being treated as nothing but a thing, but you tried to push that thought from your mind and desperately cling to the positive.
As the holidays arrive...
"Oh there it is, I can't wait to pop this on and stop damaging my phone so much." Your mother said as she looked at you with a smile, laying you face up on the table as you stared up confused. She was staring right at you, more of your features were visible now, how had she not realised it was you? The answer being that you resembled the novelty phone case with lips and eyes she had considered buying earlier in the day. What she had forgotten upon seeing you however, was that she never ended up purchasing the case and therefore did not have a second case to let her realise her mistake upon having two of you.
Instead, your mother pulled her phone out of her purse and stretched your mouth open wider, sliding her phone inside your mouth as you silently gagged on it. Its mass stretched you taut around its shape, its weight pressed down on your back as you lay there. Your mother adjusting you to be straight, your eyes went weird as they were stretched out to be on each top corner, making your field of vision overlap weirdly and making your eyelids too taut to even close. All you could do is stare as she lifted up her phone, in its pale green case, which your skin still was thanks to the apple flavour juice that dyed your flesh, before turning and made a tutting sound.
"Its blocking the camera lense." She muttered before you felt her poking at your backside. With a wince, you felt her push the camera lense through your asshole, stretched tight around the circular lense as it emerged. You tried to move your eyes but they were stretched taut like the rest of you, forcing your vision to remain immobile. As your mother turned you around, you saw Christine glance at you as she looked up from her purchases and for a moment felt a glimmer of hope that she would rescue you. Instead she simply smiled.
"Aw that's kinda cute." She said, no sign she recognised you on her face as she looked back down at her bags of items. You mutely whimpered into the metal of the phone before crying out in panic as your mother casually tossed her phone into her purse once again. You bounced off a few things in there, settling to a stop with one eye being poked by a clump of dust in the bottom of the purse and the other staring at the ingredients in her bottle of hand sanitiser while you went unnoticed once more.
The two of them didn't even notice your absence as they had gotten to used to passing you by as you slowly reformed, so as they days went on, you only got pulled out when your mother wanted to scroll social media, or take a photo of your sister, or watch videos while she sat on the toilet. The entire time you couldn't close your eyes and had to stare right back at your unknowing mother.
Then at last, the day arrived when your mother drove your sister back to the airport, neither of them bringing you up as they chatted, you were in a cup holder with a charging cable speared through you while they drove, listening to music playing on the screen. You could feel the heat of the battery boiling inside you, but had no way of vocalising your discomfort. You knew once Christine was gone, you were unlikely to be discovered by your mother like this for a long time. She had already dropped you a dozen times, your body protected her phone as she wanted but it sure made your body sore.
They did one last selfie of mother and daughter together, letting you stare at their smiling faces before you were tucked away again with your mother saying goodbye to your sister at the airport. After that it was a drive home with a feeling of cold dread mixing with the heat of the active phone swirling around your skin.
If you had thought it couldn't get worse for you however, it could. As Christine was no longer home and your mother thought she was alone, that evening she took her phone up to bed with her, something you had gotten used to, being put on charge for the night. As Gum you had always been left downstairs, but as a phone case, you went everywhere with your mother. However, this night was different as you heard the sounds of what your mother was watching on the phone screen and the look on her face as she was clearly being turned on. Your mother was watching porn and you were forced to watch her watch it. You tried to ignore how her breathing changed or where her other hand was reaching down towards but had no way of closing your eyes and ears to the horror of your situation.
The sounds of that night would echo through you as you lay there with your contents charging and your mother sleeping soundly barely five feet from you, but it was only the first of many nights with this unwanted intimacy between the two of you. As the weeks passed, you began to mentally block out the sights and sounds, they had become almost mundane with how often you heard them, but it still made you feel horrified.
You got to hear more of the world around you as a phone case, the sound of chewing not filling your world as you sat in your mothers purse. You listened to lunch dates with your mother and her sister, your aunt Susan. You felt if Susan was to spot your features on your mothers phone, surely she would recognise her nephew and get you out of this endless nightmare, but most of the time you were tucked away or your features were not faced towards Susan. So you continued to go unnoticed by the people in your life.
The worst of it was when Christine had remembered you and hastily text your mother to ask if you had reformed, but in her haste she forgot the add the question mark at the end of the text, so your mother had thought she was telling her that you had reformed. This led your mother to believe you had gone back with Christine, but your mothers smiley face emoji response, meant to show her happiness at hearing you had reformed, instead led Christine to believe she was saying yes and assuring your sister you were back to normal with your mother. So both parties remained unaware of the real situation as it continued.
As the months passed you began to numbly accept this as your lot in life, if your mother was going to recognise you, she would have done so by now. Given your bodies abilities, you would likely fit any phone she upgraded to, so freedom at the end of her contract was unlikely and your sister and cousin were on the other side of the country and who knows how often they would come back, if that would even make a difference. That said, you were looking forward to the chance of rescue, that tiny flicker of hope still burning in your chest as the holidays approached and you knew it was likely that your sister and cousin would come visit, possibly to all go on a family trip together. You did realise this meant you had gone almost a year with being treated as nothing but a thing, but you tried to push that thought from your mind and desperately cling to the positive.
As the holidays arrive...
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