The little moments that make it worth it
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
bossanova
You heard footsteps coming closer. Shuffling of clothes. You covered your bare crotch with your hands. This was it, the moment of truth. A cloud looms above you. A purple, thick, squishy, yet menacing, cloud. You close your eyes and brace for impact. When you open your eyes you find that everything was still dark. You were still alive, at least you think so. There was no wiggle room for you. You were stuck with your legs together and your hands clutching your privates. If you were to guess, you’d say you were right in between your mother’s butt cheeks. Her shorts weren’t very tight so that gave you what little space you had. Luckily, you were here instead of under one of her cheeks. If you were a little to the left or the right the impact would’ve killed you instantly. Reluctantly, you missed being in her cleavage. At least in there you had some room. All of a sudden everything shook violently. Then it did again, more so. Then it happened yet again. Oh no, You were in a thunderstorm and the turbulence was making your mom’s butt jiggle. This continued for forever. To you, it seemed like hours. You felt sick again, like when you vomited but five times worse and for an eternity. You barely even noticed when the trip was over. You felt the warmth of your mother’s hands and gazed at her blurry face. “Oh dear god, I’m so sorry baby.” and “I swear I’ll make it up to you” were all you could make out. Your mother lifted her hands over her chest and dropped you down the collar of her shirt. After that you retreated to her bosom and everything went dark.
When you woke up you found yourself lying on a giant pillow. You sat up and rubbed your head to deal with an even bigger headache. As things start to come into focus you notice how squishy the white pillow is. Looking forward you see the white sheets and a gigantic being sitting cross-legged. It was your Mother. She was wearing black sweatpants and a low-cut California republic t-shirt. She had taken off her earrings and was wearing her hair in a ponytail. You could see her toes wiggling with their turquoise-painted nails and her thumbs twiddling in anticipation of your awakening. “Oh thank god almighty you’re alive. I thought you were dead.” Her hand comes toward you and she pinches your sides between her thumb and forefinger before dropping you on her left palm and bringing it to her face. “Are you feeling better sweetie?” You begin to gather your senses and see your mom’s beautiful and caring face, as well as the warm compartment you were previously housed in below.“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just try to be more careful next time.” “Okay, Mommy is very sorry that she almost killed you with her big bum. What do you say I make you some breakfast?”. After the past few hours that sounded really good right about now. “Yeah, bacon and scrambled eggs?”. “Okay, but I’m going to need my hands free for this.”.
With that she suddenly tipped her hand, letting you fall forward into her cleavage. This caught you off guard, as did her getting out of bed. Her breasts jiggled wildly. Clearly she had already forgotten about trying not to shake you too hard. You look forward and see the fridge coming closer as she makes her way towards it. You watch as her manicured hands opened the fridge and grabbed the ingredients before getting to work. Looking up, half your vision was blocked by a chin and that huge honker of hers. Just looking up at your mother was breathtaking. She had a face that jutted out like a cliff-face of skin and jawline. This was further emulated by her still, expressionless features as she focused on making breakfast. You turned back to your forward view and found it to be just as hypnotizing as your mom had. You could watch her enormous hands churn eggs all day, although you weren’t going to. “Hey sweetie?” Your mom says while continuing to use a wooden spoon to stir the eggs. “Yeah, what is it mom?”. Her hands let go of the spoon and the pan’s handle to check on the bacon. “Well, it’s just that before I went to bed last night I couldn’t help but notice a little green stain on my bra.” She inserted her hands into a pair of oven mitts to pull the bacon tray from out of the oven. You felt a wave of heat wash over you and within seconds you were sweating. “I didn’t really think anything of it until I took a whiff and I was reminded of that time you got so sick that you stayed home from school and I left a pot for you to throw up in while you laid down on the couch. Was that stain your vomit?” Crap, you had forgotten about that. You were foolish to think that you could just barf on your mom’s bra and get away with it. “Yeah I’m sorry mom. The takeoff from the plane shook me up so much and that I had to puke.” You could see the hands release themselves from their tasks at which point you decided to look up again to find your mother’s face with a worried expression. “You told me that you were fine! And why does it feel like you’re getting wet?”. “Well first of all, where else was I supposed to go? And second of all, opening up the oven made me so hot that I started sweating.” Her face then changed to a sort of surprised look. “I guess you’re right, I just don’t appreciate being lied to. I’m sorry for getting you all sweaty. Clearly I’m still learning my lesson from yesterday on how to not be a total klutz.” You felt like that was the understatement of the century considering she almost killed by merely sitting on you, but this shrinking situation wasn’t going to be easy to deal with so empathized with her.
“It’s okay Mom, I know I’m a bit of a handful now. I wish I could hug you but I’m too small.” “Aww, thanks sweetie. That was a nice joke by the way.” She flashed her pearly whites and said, “Here, you can hug my finger sweetie.” She brought her left hand above you and then promptly lowered her pointer finger. Compared to you it was taller than your mom if you were regular size but it would do. You wrapped your arms around the second knuckle and then felt the ridges of her finger. They were so small that only someone like you could notice them, which made you feel even more special as you absorbed it’s warmth. “Alright sweetie I think breakfast is ready.” With that she pulled away her hand and brought it to the cupboard to bring a plate out. She scooped up the eggs from the pan onto her plate and brought her left hand over the bacon and grabbed three pieces. You were so small that there really was no warrant for another serving so you guessed that you would be sharing a meal again. She began walking toward the table when you suddenly decided to move forward yourself and get a closer look at the breakfast below. Unfortunately, the surface beneath you started to jiggle and then separate from beneath you, leaving you to shake between your mom’s breasts. With one final vigorous shake you felt her take a seat. “Alright, it’s breakfast time sweetie! Where did you go?” You began to struggle against her tissue to get her attention. It was getting ridiculous how often you had to struggle against your mom’s own body parts to get her to notice you. What was next? Fighting her toes? Two orange fingernails grabbed your foot and yanked you up into the air and you found yourself hanging upside down in front of your mother.
“I’m so sorry sweetie. Here, let me fix that for you.” She gently lowered you onto her right hand, leaving you to stand up and face her. “Please forgive my clumsiness sweetie, I guess I’m still waking up.”. “It’s fine. It was pretty warm in there but I was getting dizzy.” She chuckled a bit and brought her left hand over her face to cover her smile. “It was just so funny, you getting stuck between my boobs. I just find it hilarious that my son is so tiny that I have to search for him in my shirt. I mean you were deep in there. I had to really dig around for you. I’m trying really hard not to laugh right now. Clearly I need to find a safer place to put you.”. “Yeah, I guess you do but I think I would miss your body heat.”. Now she took her left hand and moved it to her chest, over her heart. “Aww, that’s so nice of you honey but you don’t need to risk your safety just to make mommy feel special. Come here sweetie.” The fingers on her right hand that were once outstretched, now began to curl inward to trap you in her fist. You were brought higher up, closer to her mouth and found yourself once again at the mercy of her lips. You loved your mom, but she needed to get her salivary glands under control. Afterwards she brought you low again, this time towards her left breast in a hug. You could feel her heartbeat and its rhythm almost lulled you to sleep before she brought you over the table and released you onto the plate. “Alright, it's breakfast time.” Your mother said before getting her fork and knife and digging into the eggs.
“Hey mom?” You said, bacon in your mouth. “What is it sweetie” She said, also biting of a much larger piece of bacon. “Where's dad?”. She gulped down her food with that huge, scary bulge in her throat and answered:
When you woke up you found yourself lying on a giant pillow. You sat up and rubbed your head to deal with an even bigger headache. As things start to come into focus you notice how squishy the white pillow is. Looking forward you see the white sheets and a gigantic being sitting cross-legged. It was your Mother. She was wearing black sweatpants and a low-cut California republic t-shirt. She had taken off her earrings and was wearing her hair in a ponytail. You could see her toes wiggling with their turquoise-painted nails and her thumbs twiddling in anticipation of your awakening. “Oh thank god almighty you’re alive. I thought you were dead.” Her hand comes toward you and she pinches your sides between her thumb and forefinger before dropping you on her left palm and bringing it to her face. “Are you feeling better sweetie?” You begin to gather your senses and see your mom’s beautiful and caring face, as well as the warm compartment you were previously housed in below.“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just try to be more careful next time.” “Okay, Mommy is very sorry that she almost killed you with her big bum. What do you say I make you some breakfast?”. After the past few hours that sounded really good right about now. “Yeah, bacon and scrambled eggs?”. “Okay, but I’m going to need my hands free for this.”.
With that she suddenly tipped her hand, letting you fall forward into her cleavage. This caught you off guard, as did her getting out of bed. Her breasts jiggled wildly. Clearly she had already forgotten about trying not to shake you too hard. You look forward and see the fridge coming closer as she makes her way towards it. You watch as her manicured hands opened the fridge and grabbed the ingredients before getting to work. Looking up, half your vision was blocked by a chin and that huge honker of hers. Just looking up at your mother was breathtaking. She had a face that jutted out like a cliff-face of skin and jawline. This was further emulated by her still, expressionless features as she focused on making breakfast. You turned back to your forward view and found it to be just as hypnotizing as your mom had. You could watch her enormous hands churn eggs all day, although you weren’t going to. “Hey sweetie?” Your mom says while continuing to use a wooden spoon to stir the eggs. “Yeah, what is it mom?”. Her hands let go of the spoon and the pan’s handle to check on the bacon. “Well, it’s just that before I went to bed last night I couldn’t help but notice a little green stain on my bra.” She inserted her hands into a pair of oven mitts to pull the bacon tray from out of the oven. You felt a wave of heat wash over you and within seconds you were sweating. “I didn’t really think anything of it until I took a whiff and I was reminded of that time you got so sick that you stayed home from school and I left a pot for you to throw up in while you laid down on the couch. Was that stain your vomit?” Crap, you had forgotten about that. You were foolish to think that you could just barf on your mom’s bra and get away with it. “Yeah I’m sorry mom. The takeoff from the plane shook me up so much and that I had to puke.” You could see the hands release themselves from their tasks at which point you decided to look up again to find your mother’s face with a worried expression. “You told me that you were fine! And why does it feel like you’re getting wet?”. “Well first of all, where else was I supposed to go? And second of all, opening up the oven made me so hot that I started sweating.” Her face then changed to a sort of surprised look. “I guess you’re right, I just don’t appreciate being lied to. I’m sorry for getting you all sweaty. Clearly I’m still learning my lesson from yesterday on how to not be a total klutz.” You felt like that was the understatement of the century considering she almost killed by merely sitting on you, but this shrinking situation wasn’t going to be easy to deal with so empathized with her.
“It’s okay Mom, I know I’m a bit of a handful now. I wish I could hug you but I’m too small.” “Aww, thanks sweetie. That was a nice joke by the way.” She flashed her pearly whites and said, “Here, you can hug my finger sweetie.” She brought her left hand above you and then promptly lowered her pointer finger. Compared to you it was taller than your mom if you were regular size but it would do. You wrapped your arms around the second knuckle and then felt the ridges of her finger. They were so small that only someone like you could notice them, which made you feel even more special as you absorbed it’s warmth. “Alright sweetie I think breakfast is ready.” With that she pulled away her hand and brought it to the cupboard to bring a plate out. She scooped up the eggs from the pan onto her plate and brought her left hand over the bacon and grabbed three pieces. You were so small that there really was no warrant for another serving so you guessed that you would be sharing a meal again. She began walking toward the table when you suddenly decided to move forward yourself and get a closer look at the breakfast below. Unfortunately, the surface beneath you started to jiggle and then separate from beneath you, leaving you to shake between your mom’s breasts. With one final vigorous shake you felt her take a seat. “Alright, it’s breakfast time sweetie! Where did you go?” You began to struggle against her tissue to get her attention. It was getting ridiculous how often you had to struggle against your mom’s own body parts to get her to notice you. What was next? Fighting her toes? Two orange fingernails grabbed your foot and yanked you up into the air and you found yourself hanging upside down in front of your mother.
“I’m so sorry sweetie. Here, let me fix that for you.” She gently lowered you onto her right hand, leaving you to stand up and face her. “Please forgive my clumsiness sweetie, I guess I’m still waking up.”. “It’s fine. It was pretty warm in there but I was getting dizzy.” She chuckled a bit and brought her left hand over her face to cover her smile. “It was just so funny, you getting stuck between my boobs. I just find it hilarious that my son is so tiny that I have to search for him in my shirt. I mean you were deep in there. I had to really dig around for you. I’m trying really hard not to laugh right now. Clearly I need to find a safer place to put you.”. “Yeah, I guess you do but I think I would miss your body heat.”. Now she took her left hand and moved it to her chest, over her heart. “Aww, that’s so nice of you honey but you don’t need to risk your safety just to make mommy feel special. Come here sweetie.” The fingers on her right hand that were once outstretched, now began to curl inward to trap you in her fist. You were brought higher up, closer to her mouth and found yourself once again at the mercy of her lips. You loved your mom, but she needed to get her salivary glands under control. Afterwards she brought you low again, this time towards her left breast in a hug. You could feel her heartbeat and its rhythm almost lulled you to sleep before she brought you over the table and released you onto the plate. “Alright, it's breakfast time.” Your mother said before getting her fork and knife and digging into the eggs.
“Hey mom?” You said, bacon in your mouth. “What is it sweetie” She said, also biting of a much larger piece of bacon. “Where's dad?”. She gulped down her food with that huge, scary bulge in her throat and answered:
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