Under her shirt
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
dandsavlor
You were sitting down cross-legged in the palm of your mother. The surface underneath you felt squishy and soft, like an air mattress. In between you and your mother's prominent collarbones was about two semi trailers worth of breast tissue. There was no discoloration with the exception of many freckles near her cleavage. Her bra was a simple orange(her favorite color), mostly because she couldn't find a more detailed one due to there not being very many options for encapsulation sports bras for well-endowed women like your mother. Up above, was the face of a giantess. Her curly, strawberry blonde hair cascaded around her long face like two autumn waterfalls in between these "waterfalls" were her pursed lips and big nose, dotted by freckles. While her face was showing a few wrinkles, she looked good for her age. She had blue eyes that were so pale that they could almost be called gray and they were aimed at you, awaiting your answer.
"I can ride in your bra Mom." You say sheepishly. "Are you sure about that sweetie? I mean, my boobs are so huge compared to you. Are you sure that they won't crush you? You were still pretty hesitant yourself but you knew that it would be better to take on the force of her chest rather than being stomped on by her full body weight. "Yes Mom, I'm sure." "Well okay then sweetie." Your mother started to slightly raise her hand and tilt it forward. You went tumbling right into her cleavage. As you began to situate yourself you realized that this wasn't so bad. Sure, your mother's "Gifts" had a hard time staying still but you weren't likely to get sick from the dizziness or anything. "Are you okay down there sweetie? Am I shaking too much?" You looked up and see that your sky has been blotted out by your mother's face. Her long hair came over her head acting like curtains to obscure your view, but her blue eyes were so bright that they were like light sources of their own. "I'll be fine Mom. This is at least better than having to deal with your stinky feet." "Hey, you watch who you're talking to mister. Or else I'll have you sleep in my socks on purpose." She ended what she said with a smile to indicate that she was joking but you still took it to heart because you did not want to get on her bad side. With that she began to put on her clothes and you saw your dad one last time before the shirt come over, putting you in pitch black darkness.
While you couldn't see anything you could still hear, although there wasn't much worth hearing. You listened to the whir of the engine as they drove and the commotion of the people in line. You thought you were a goner when you felt your mom was being searched but luckily they weren't expecting to find any shrunken people so they didn't. The takeoff went badly for you. For most people this would be a rough but quick takeoff, but you felt as if you were an astronaut in a rocket launch. The G-forces alone made you accidentally vomit on your mother's bra. You weren't too worried about it. You were so small you doubted she would notice. You felt content to rest in the cleavage when suddenly a strong beam of light shone through the top. You bring your hand over your eyes to get a clearer view: A finger and a thumb, each with an orange-painted fingernail and coming towards you.
It all happened so fast that you were blinded by the sudden change in lighting. "Are you feeling okay sweetie? Did I wake you up?" Your mother's face was slowly coming into focus now. "No Mom I'm fine, I just didn't expect that." She smiled and brushed her hair back with her right hand. She was currently using her left hand to hold you up and the height was starting to scare you. "Thank goodness. I didn't want to be rude or anything I just thought you might want some fresh air." You could see your mother close her eyes and pucker her lips. She was going in for a kiss. This time she was kissing your chest more than your face, but you could feel more breathing coming up above you from her massive nostrils. She released you from her lips and said "What do you say I get you something to eat sweetie?" Using her right hand she pulled the airplane tray down and set you on top of it. You could see your mother in front of you turn to her left and raise her hand to hail the flight attendant over. She was wearing an orange t-shirt, purple gym shorts, and earrings with blue butterflies on them. You looked to your right and saw your father wearing a simple black-and-white tracksuit and was fast asleep. Your parents clearly weren't into a hurry to get into their sunday best.
The flight attendant came over with her rolling shack of drinks and snack but before she could get a glimpse of you you were quickly covered by your mother's hands. You understood, she couldn't let anyone know that she secretly had a four inch-tall person with her. When the hands separated you could see a giant chocolate bar and a plastic cup full of orange juice and ice. "I got the juice for me but I thought we could share the candy bar. Happy breakfast!" You took off a chunk and began to nibble on it as you looked out of the airplane window to your left. The clouds looked as majestic as they did huge. You bet you could see the ground below in better detail but that would require you to get closer. In front of you was your mother, gobbling down the chocolate bar and her juice. Her adam's apple bulged from her throat menacingly. She never saw the point in savoring airplane food. "Mom, can you help me." She put down her drink on your right and the bar on the left. She was more than halfway finished with both of them.
She wiped her mouth with her forearm and asked "What do you need sweetie?". "I'd like to get a better view out the window." "Of course honey. Here step on to my hand." She reached her right hand on to the tray, fingers together acting like stairs. You step on to her middle finger. You could feel the ridges of her fingerprint with your foot. When you reached the center of her palm she brought you so close to the window that you could press up against it. On the ground you could see the buildings below as well as the roman coliseum. "Wow, the view is so pretty isn't it honey? Everybody looks so tiny. I wonder when you're going to get that small." You had forgotten about that. Welp, there goes your momentary satisfaction. "Oh my god, I'm sorry baby. Sometimes mommy can forget what this is like for you. Come here and let me show I'm sorry." This time instead of bringing her lips to you, she gripped you and brought you to her right breast. She kept you there with both of her hands and attempted to relax you by rocking back and forth but it only made you resent how she was treating you like you were an infant.
When she was done she put you on the arm of the chair and said "Alright, I have to go to the bathroom right now so when I get out of my seat I'm going to need you to jump down onto it. The pilot said that we're about to run into some turbulence and I figured that if you were on my seat that it would be harder for you to lose balance and fall on the floor. Can you do that for me sweetie?" "Yes Mom. This arm is very skinny and I don't want to fall." "Okay sweetie, I'll be right back." First she had to clear off her tray so she put the rest of the candy bar in her mouth, grabbed her drink with her right hand and put up the tray with her left. She had to use her left hand again to pry her butt from between the arms of the chair. She always did have wide hips. After shimmying past your Dad she gulped down the rest of the drink and headed to the bathroom. To avoid breaking your legs you sat down on the arm of the chair, then jumped off to grab it with your hands before letting go and landing on the dark green and purple-striped seat. "Can't wait to try stairs" you thought to yourself sarcastically. Up above you is the face of your father: Dusky skin, epicanthic folds, chevron mustache, and sleeping soundly. Clearly nothing interesting was happening in the near future so you decided to lay flat down on the seat. So much had happened in the past few hours. So much for getting to look up skirts. At this rate you'd be crushed underfoot before you got a chance. Although if you wanted to go out the way you really wanted, you'd probably want to be crushed by Anna Paquin. Ever since you saw her as Rogue in X-men you had felt attracted to her, and right now being squished under her feet or butt didn't seem too bad. Damn it, it happened again. Why did your brain seem to give you wood at the worst time. On the ceiling you could see the seatbelt light was on. You were going to be landing soon which meant that your mother would be getting back. You could not let her see this.
Maybe she wouldn't notice, right?
[I am not the original author of this chapter. The original chapter was deleted, so presumably its author wishes to remain anonymous.]
"I can ride in your bra Mom." You say sheepishly. "Are you sure about that sweetie? I mean, my boobs are so huge compared to you. Are you sure that they won't crush you? You were still pretty hesitant yourself but you knew that it would be better to take on the force of her chest rather than being stomped on by her full body weight. "Yes Mom, I'm sure." "Well okay then sweetie." Your mother started to slightly raise her hand and tilt it forward. You went tumbling right into her cleavage. As you began to situate yourself you realized that this wasn't so bad. Sure, your mother's "Gifts" had a hard time staying still but you weren't likely to get sick from the dizziness or anything. "Are you okay down there sweetie? Am I shaking too much?" You looked up and see that your sky has been blotted out by your mother's face. Her long hair came over her head acting like curtains to obscure your view, but her blue eyes were so bright that they were like light sources of their own. "I'll be fine Mom. This is at least better than having to deal with your stinky feet." "Hey, you watch who you're talking to mister. Or else I'll have you sleep in my socks on purpose." She ended what she said with a smile to indicate that she was joking but you still took it to heart because you did not want to get on her bad side. With that she began to put on her clothes and you saw your dad one last time before the shirt come over, putting you in pitch black darkness.
While you couldn't see anything you could still hear, although there wasn't much worth hearing. You listened to the whir of the engine as they drove and the commotion of the people in line. You thought you were a goner when you felt your mom was being searched but luckily they weren't expecting to find any shrunken people so they didn't. The takeoff went badly for you. For most people this would be a rough but quick takeoff, but you felt as if you were an astronaut in a rocket launch. The G-forces alone made you accidentally vomit on your mother's bra. You weren't too worried about it. You were so small you doubted she would notice. You felt content to rest in the cleavage when suddenly a strong beam of light shone through the top. You bring your hand over your eyes to get a clearer view: A finger and a thumb, each with an orange-painted fingernail and coming towards you.
It all happened so fast that you were blinded by the sudden change in lighting. "Are you feeling okay sweetie? Did I wake you up?" Your mother's face was slowly coming into focus now. "No Mom I'm fine, I just didn't expect that." She smiled and brushed her hair back with her right hand. She was currently using her left hand to hold you up and the height was starting to scare you. "Thank goodness. I didn't want to be rude or anything I just thought you might want some fresh air." You could see your mother close her eyes and pucker her lips. She was going in for a kiss. This time she was kissing your chest more than your face, but you could feel more breathing coming up above you from her massive nostrils. She released you from her lips and said "What do you say I get you something to eat sweetie?" Using her right hand she pulled the airplane tray down and set you on top of it. You could see your mother in front of you turn to her left and raise her hand to hail the flight attendant over. She was wearing an orange t-shirt, purple gym shorts, and earrings with blue butterflies on them. You looked to your right and saw your father wearing a simple black-and-white tracksuit and was fast asleep. Your parents clearly weren't into a hurry to get into their sunday best.
The flight attendant came over with her rolling shack of drinks and snack but before she could get a glimpse of you you were quickly covered by your mother's hands. You understood, she couldn't let anyone know that she secretly had a four inch-tall person with her. When the hands separated you could see a giant chocolate bar and a plastic cup full of orange juice and ice. "I got the juice for me but I thought we could share the candy bar. Happy breakfast!" You took off a chunk and began to nibble on it as you looked out of the airplane window to your left. The clouds looked as majestic as they did huge. You bet you could see the ground below in better detail but that would require you to get closer. In front of you was your mother, gobbling down the chocolate bar and her juice. Her adam's apple bulged from her throat menacingly. She never saw the point in savoring airplane food. "Mom, can you help me." She put down her drink on your right and the bar on the left. She was more than halfway finished with both of them.
She wiped her mouth with her forearm and asked "What do you need sweetie?". "I'd like to get a better view out the window." "Of course honey. Here step on to my hand." She reached her right hand on to the tray, fingers together acting like stairs. You step on to her middle finger. You could feel the ridges of her fingerprint with your foot. When you reached the center of her palm she brought you so close to the window that you could press up against it. On the ground you could see the buildings below as well as the roman coliseum. "Wow, the view is so pretty isn't it honey? Everybody looks so tiny. I wonder when you're going to get that small." You had forgotten about that. Welp, there goes your momentary satisfaction. "Oh my god, I'm sorry baby. Sometimes mommy can forget what this is like for you. Come here and let me show I'm sorry." This time instead of bringing her lips to you, she gripped you and brought you to her right breast. She kept you there with both of her hands and attempted to relax you by rocking back and forth but it only made you resent how she was treating you like you were an infant.
When she was done she put you on the arm of the chair and said "Alright, I have to go to the bathroom right now so when I get out of my seat I'm going to need you to jump down onto it. The pilot said that we're about to run into some turbulence and I figured that if you were on my seat that it would be harder for you to lose balance and fall on the floor. Can you do that for me sweetie?" "Yes Mom. This arm is very skinny and I don't want to fall." "Okay sweetie, I'll be right back." First she had to clear off her tray so she put the rest of the candy bar in her mouth, grabbed her drink with her right hand and put up the tray with her left. She had to use her left hand again to pry her butt from between the arms of the chair. She always did have wide hips. After shimmying past your Dad she gulped down the rest of the drink and headed to the bathroom. To avoid breaking your legs you sat down on the arm of the chair, then jumped off to grab it with your hands before letting go and landing on the dark green and purple-striped seat. "Can't wait to try stairs" you thought to yourself sarcastically. Up above you is the face of your father: Dusky skin, epicanthic folds, chevron mustache, and sleeping soundly. Clearly nothing interesting was happening in the near future so you decided to lay flat down on the seat. So much had happened in the past few hours. So much for getting to look up skirts. At this rate you'd be crushed underfoot before you got a chance. Although if you wanted to go out the way you really wanted, you'd probably want to be crushed by Anna Paquin. Ever since you saw her as Rogue in X-men you had felt attracted to her, and right now being squished under her feet or butt didn't seem too bad. Damn it, it happened again. Why did your brain seem to give you wood at the worst time. On the ceiling you could see the seatbelt light was on. You were going to be landing soon which meant that your mother would be getting back. You could not let her see this.
Maybe she wouldn't notice, right?
[I am not the original author of this chapter. The original chapter was deleted, so presumably its author wishes to remain anonymous.]
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