Beneath their notice
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
swezilian
"Looks like the little guy's time ran out," your father said mournfully. Although whether this was due to sadness over your apparent death, or your inability to rub his balls anymore. "A shame. He felt so good last night." Definitely the latter.
You tried calling up to him, but alas as you expected, your voice no longer had the strength to reach his ears far above you. You tried to struggle but the white fluid prevented you from moving. There was nothing you could do. Your fate rested in your father's hands who himself was unaware of that fact.
You heard a yawn from across the other side. Your mother rose up to your father's level, rubbing her eyes.
"Honey, what are you doing? Why are you naked? Where's our son?"
Your father reached around her and held her close.
"Dear, I don't know how to tell you this but it seems like he's gone."
"No! Are you sure? Have you looked?" Your mother started pulling up the sheets and looking all over the bed. At one point her head even came close to you. You tried to call to her, but she gave no indication at having heard you.
"Dear, I had him on my chest last night. I didn't feel him fall off, so I assume he just shrank down."
"On your chest? What was he doing on your chest?"
"He was crying last night, about his dilemma," your father lied. Your face went red with anger at this bull crap as you continued struggling.
Seemingly accepting this explanation, your mother buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Your lying father hugged her and rubbed her back, while down below you got pelted by her teardrops.
Your father suddenly started kissing her on the lips. Your mother's eyes widened in shock.
"What are you doing?"
Your father gave a (probably fake) sad smile.
"I think I know what would make you feel better."
You could only gape in shock as the giant started moving his lips down his giantess wife's neck. As he got to the base, he wrapped his arms around the back.
"Stop," she gasped. "This is wrong we can't do this, not now."
"Come on baby, it'll make you feel good."
"But, our son-"
"I miss him too. But we need to move on. This'll make the pain go away."
"But-"
"Give in baby. You know you want it."
Transfixed on this appalling reaction to your "death", that you didn't notice the ground under you began to rise. Taking you attention off the titans, you looked at your father's rod which had begun to lengthen. He was getting off on this!
You looked back up towards your massive parents to gauge their thoughts. Your father was still making advances while your mother seemed lost and confused. Only partially aware of anything around her.
A wave of worry washed over you. If your parents indeed tried to handle their grief with intercourse, you could very well be crushed, or... You tried not to think too hard about anything worse. Being crushed under your parent's bodies was a terrifying enough thought. And considering where you were, that could very likely happen.
What would they do?
You tried calling up to him, but alas as you expected, your voice no longer had the strength to reach his ears far above you. You tried to struggle but the white fluid prevented you from moving. There was nothing you could do. Your fate rested in your father's hands who himself was unaware of that fact.
You heard a yawn from across the other side. Your mother rose up to your father's level, rubbing her eyes.
"Honey, what are you doing? Why are you naked? Where's our son?"
Your father reached around her and held her close.
"Dear, I don't know how to tell you this but it seems like he's gone."
"No! Are you sure? Have you looked?" Your mother started pulling up the sheets and looking all over the bed. At one point her head even came close to you. You tried to call to her, but she gave no indication at having heard you.
"Dear, I had him on my chest last night. I didn't feel him fall off, so I assume he just shrank down."
"On your chest? What was he doing on your chest?"
"He was crying last night, about his dilemma," your father lied. Your face went red with anger at this bull crap as you continued struggling.
Seemingly accepting this explanation, your mother buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Your lying father hugged her and rubbed her back, while down below you got pelted by her teardrops.
Your father suddenly started kissing her on the lips. Your mother's eyes widened in shock.
"What are you doing?"
Your father gave a (probably fake) sad smile.
"I think I know what would make you feel better."
You could only gape in shock as the giant started moving his lips down his giantess wife's neck. As he got to the base, he wrapped his arms around the back.
"Stop," she gasped. "This is wrong we can't do this, not now."
"Come on baby, it'll make you feel good."
"But, our son-"
"I miss him too. But we need to move on. This'll make the pain go away."
"But-"
"Give in baby. You know you want it."
Transfixed on this appalling reaction to your "death", that you didn't notice the ground under you began to rise. Taking you attention off the titans, you looked at your father's rod which had begun to lengthen. He was getting off on this!
You looked back up towards your massive parents to gauge their thoughts. Your father was still making advances while your mother seemed lost and confused. Only partially aware of anything around her.
A wave of worry washed over you. If your parents indeed tried to handle their grief with intercourse, you could very well be crushed, or... You tried not to think too hard about anything worse. Being crushed under your parent's bodies was a terrifying enough thought. And considering where you were, that could very likely happen.
What would they do?
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