Cleanliness is next to goddess-liness
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
bossanova
“Oh right. He's going to be out for a while on meetings but I told him he could stay out a bit longer if he'd like. That way we have more mother-son bonding time so that I can spend the day making it up to you for, y’know, my huge bubble butt.” She wiggled in her chair to emphasize her point. “Plus, I got a fun game for us to play later.”. The prospect of a game to play excited you. These past few hours have been torturous and you needed something to take your mind off it. You just hoped it wasn’t a squish game of cat and mouse. You were getting enough to eat from the giant piece of bacon but only because you were too scared to get near the eggs. You could easily be sawed in half by the knife or be accidentally picked up by the fork and swallowed by your mom for trying to grab a piece. You thought to ask her about a safer situation. “Hey mom?”. “What is it sweetie?” She said between bites. “Why do I have to be on your plate” You said watching her gorge down the yellow fluff. “Aww sweetie, are you worried mommy might accidentally eat you? You have nothing to worry about, which is too bad because I bet you would taste delicious.” You felt slightly nervous. You were pretty sure she was joking but you didn't want to end up in her stomach. She sensed the worry on your face and said “I'm kidding sweetie, I'd never let that happen clumsy as I may be. But if you're so scared I'll move you.” Two fingers came down from above and squeezed your sides as you were lifted and set down on the table to the right of your mother. “Here you go” the two fingers went back and broke of a tiny piece (to her) of the bacon and gave it to you.
After she finished her last bite your mother stretched her arms fully and said “Wow, what a meal. I’m such a good cook aren’t I?”. She scratched her stomach and then asked you “say, you probably need some clothes on you.”. You didn’t know why she was coming to this conclusion just now but the realization of it made you cover yourself. Your mother chuckled and said “Relax sweetie, you’re so small that I can’t even see ‘it’. C’mon, hop onto my hand and I’ll fix this for you.”. You slowly rose from your seat and began to walk across her right hand. You sat cross-legged in her palm as she slowly walked away from the table. “Your palm feels so soft and squishy” you said, talking up at her. She looks down at you and replies “Thank you sweetie, I try my best to moisturize.” Suddenly you saw your mother’s giant thumb in front of you started to fall forward. It fell on top of your chest and rolled you around as your mother attempted to gently rub you between her thumb and palm. “And might I add that you feel soft and squishy too.” You look up from the bright orange fingernail on your chest and see your mom turn the handle on the door to whatever room you were about to enter. The fleshy surface beneath you began to tilt to your right and you rolled onto the cold tile. “Alright honey, I’m going to turn the faucet on to give you a shower while I make some clothes for you. I’d also recommend going to the bathroom too since it’s been so long.” She spent a few minutes making sure the temperature was just right before pinching you from the counter and dropping you in the sink. “Goodbye sweetie, I’ll be back in a bit!” She waved and smiled as you did the same before stepping into the warm waterfall.
It was relaxation like you had never known before, even more so when you took a leak. You didn’t normally pee in the shower but these were special circumstances. It felt so great to get cleaned that you had your eyes closed this whole time and genuinely forgot that you were standing in a sink. To you, you were just taking a regular shower. “Alright sweetie your clothing is ready” And with that reality sunk back in. Above you is your mother, leaning over the counter turning off the faucet. Her mammaries hung above you like a pair of wrecking balls in a t-shirt, waiting to drop on you. Thankfully they didn’t and she plucked you from the sink before dropping you once more on the counter. In front of you lay a circular piece of beige cloth with three circles cut out in a horizontal direction. The middle circle was bigger than the others. You guessed that was where your head goes. “Go on, try it.” Your mother said encouragingly. You raised it over your head and put your limbs through the holes. It looked like you were wearing a poncho. “Oh, I almost forgot your belt.” Your mom reached within her right pocket and produced a brown shoelace to drop it in front of you. The shoelace had been shortened significantly to match your size and you began tying it around your waist, using the aglets at both ends to steer them. You gave the outfit a twirl and said “How do I look?”. Your mother giggled and replied “Like a very cute Greek philosopher.” She then got down on her knees, bringing her breasts to the counter. "Does that make you a goddess?". "Sure honey, but you can service my feet or fan me later." She replied. "No, not your feet. I've been trying to avoid them!" She smiled at you and said “You'll learn to like them, just trust me. Come on, hop in. I have a surprise for you.”
You leaped from the edge into her cleavage and it felt like landing on a mountain of pillows. You were then rocketed into the air as your mom returns back to her full height to once again hit the same ‘pillows’. She noticed you floating midair before landing back on her boobs. “Oops, sorry about that sweetie. Let me fix that for you.” She then took her middle and pointer finger from her left hand and pushed deeper between her breasts. Being in there has its pros and cons like the comfortability, but then there was also the shaking. Your mom needed to stop putting you between her boobs, either that or get a sports bra to stop the jiggling. Now your mother was no stranger to using her cleavage as a makeshift purse, even before you got the shrinking disease. One time she had to get a new phone because she accidentally cracked the screen with her breasts banging against each other, no joke. Suddenly, you felt a cool breeze on your feet. Oh no, you were slipping. Your legs started to gain more movement as you were sliding between the cleavage. It took all of your might to keep yourself from letting go before you lost your grip. You were in free-fall. You grasped at the fibers of your mom’s shirt but it barely did anything to halt your fall. Thankfully, your mom had just taken a seat so you landed in her lap. “Alright honey it's time for your surprise. Oh no, did I lose you again? I'm just the world’s worst mom aren't I?” All you could see as you looked up were her two huge orbs, obviously blocking her view of you.
She started patting herself down starting from her chest, down her torso before she brushed over you on her thigh. “There you are!” She grabbed you with her right hand before bringing you up to her face. She had cupped her hand so that you were half lying down diagonally/ half standing on her pinky finger. “There’s my living Lego boy. I thought I had lost you.” “I thought you said that you were done putting me there.” “I know baby it's just that I missed it when I had you at my bosom so I thought that I could just relive those memories but clearly you’re a lot smaller than before.” “Gee, you think” you were getting a little aggravated at this point but you had every right considering your mom was both the world’s biggest and the world’s clumsiest mother, a bad combination to someone like you. “I know sweetie, I'm sorry for calling you my baby, I'm sorry for treating you like one, I'm sorry for scaring you accidentally, but most of all I'm sorry for feeling like my apologies don't mean anything to you and I hope that you can find it in you to forgive me even if my best still sucks.” She was tearing up at this point. She was just as scared of losing you by accident as you were of accidentally being crushed. It was time for you to work your word magic again “Sure mom. I'll always love you, even if you're the biggest, scariest, clumsiest mom that ever lived.” “Even if I was million feet tall?” “Even if you were a million feet tall.” “What about a million and one?” “I don't know that's kind of pushing it mom.” She laughed a little bit as she wiped the tears off her reddened face. “Thanks sweetie, clearly you have a bigger heart than me. Come here.”
Your Mother seems to be in a rambunctious mood. Does she accidentally swallow you? Or can she maintain control?
After she finished her last bite your mother stretched her arms fully and said “Wow, what a meal. I’m such a good cook aren’t I?”. She scratched her stomach and then asked you “say, you probably need some clothes on you.”. You didn’t know why she was coming to this conclusion just now but the realization of it made you cover yourself. Your mother chuckled and said “Relax sweetie, you’re so small that I can’t even see ‘it’. C’mon, hop onto my hand and I’ll fix this for you.”. You slowly rose from your seat and began to walk across her right hand. You sat cross-legged in her palm as she slowly walked away from the table. “Your palm feels so soft and squishy” you said, talking up at her. She looks down at you and replies “Thank you sweetie, I try my best to moisturize.” Suddenly you saw your mother’s giant thumb in front of you started to fall forward. It fell on top of your chest and rolled you around as your mother attempted to gently rub you between her thumb and palm. “And might I add that you feel soft and squishy too.” You look up from the bright orange fingernail on your chest and see your mom turn the handle on the door to whatever room you were about to enter. The fleshy surface beneath you began to tilt to your right and you rolled onto the cold tile. “Alright honey, I’m going to turn the faucet on to give you a shower while I make some clothes for you. I’d also recommend going to the bathroom too since it’s been so long.” She spent a few minutes making sure the temperature was just right before pinching you from the counter and dropping you in the sink. “Goodbye sweetie, I’ll be back in a bit!” She waved and smiled as you did the same before stepping into the warm waterfall.
It was relaxation like you had never known before, even more so when you took a leak. You didn’t normally pee in the shower but these were special circumstances. It felt so great to get cleaned that you had your eyes closed this whole time and genuinely forgot that you were standing in a sink. To you, you were just taking a regular shower. “Alright sweetie your clothing is ready” And with that reality sunk back in. Above you is your mother, leaning over the counter turning off the faucet. Her mammaries hung above you like a pair of wrecking balls in a t-shirt, waiting to drop on you. Thankfully they didn’t and she plucked you from the sink before dropping you once more on the counter. In front of you lay a circular piece of beige cloth with three circles cut out in a horizontal direction. The middle circle was bigger than the others. You guessed that was where your head goes. “Go on, try it.” Your mother said encouragingly. You raised it over your head and put your limbs through the holes. It looked like you were wearing a poncho. “Oh, I almost forgot your belt.” Your mom reached within her right pocket and produced a brown shoelace to drop it in front of you. The shoelace had been shortened significantly to match your size and you began tying it around your waist, using the aglets at both ends to steer them. You gave the outfit a twirl and said “How do I look?”. Your mother giggled and replied “Like a very cute Greek philosopher.” She then got down on her knees, bringing her breasts to the counter. "Does that make you a goddess?". "Sure honey, but you can service my feet or fan me later." She replied. "No, not your feet. I've been trying to avoid them!" She smiled at you and said “You'll learn to like them, just trust me. Come on, hop in. I have a surprise for you.”
You leaped from the edge into her cleavage and it felt like landing on a mountain of pillows. You were then rocketed into the air as your mom returns back to her full height to once again hit the same ‘pillows’. She noticed you floating midair before landing back on her boobs. “Oops, sorry about that sweetie. Let me fix that for you.” She then took her middle and pointer finger from her left hand and pushed deeper between her breasts. Being in there has its pros and cons like the comfortability, but then there was also the shaking. Your mom needed to stop putting you between her boobs, either that or get a sports bra to stop the jiggling. Now your mother was no stranger to using her cleavage as a makeshift purse, even before you got the shrinking disease. One time she had to get a new phone because she accidentally cracked the screen with her breasts banging against each other, no joke. Suddenly, you felt a cool breeze on your feet. Oh no, you were slipping. Your legs started to gain more movement as you were sliding between the cleavage. It took all of your might to keep yourself from letting go before you lost your grip. You were in free-fall. You grasped at the fibers of your mom’s shirt but it barely did anything to halt your fall. Thankfully, your mom had just taken a seat so you landed in her lap. “Alright honey it's time for your surprise. Oh no, did I lose you again? I'm just the world’s worst mom aren't I?” All you could see as you looked up were her two huge orbs, obviously blocking her view of you.
She started patting herself down starting from her chest, down her torso before she brushed over you on her thigh. “There you are!” She grabbed you with her right hand before bringing you up to her face. She had cupped her hand so that you were half lying down diagonally/ half standing on her pinky finger. “There’s my living Lego boy. I thought I had lost you.” “I thought you said that you were done putting me there.” “I know baby it's just that I missed it when I had you at my bosom so I thought that I could just relive those memories but clearly you’re a lot smaller than before.” “Gee, you think” you were getting a little aggravated at this point but you had every right considering your mom was both the world’s biggest and the world’s clumsiest mother, a bad combination to someone like you. “I know sweetie, I'm sorry for calling you my baby, I'm sorry for treating you like one, I'm sorry for scaring you accidentally, but most of all I'm sorry for feeling like my apologies don't mean anything to you and I hope that you can find it in you to forgive me even if my best still sucks.” She was tearing up at this point. She was just as scared of losing you by accident as you were of accidentally being crushed. It was time for you to work your word magic again “Sure mom. I'll always love you, even if you're the biggest, scariest, clumsiest mom that ever lived.” “Even if I was million feet tall?” “Even if you were a million feet tall.” “What about a million and one?” “I don't know that's kind of pushing it mom.” She laughed a little bit as she wiped the tears off her reddened face. “Thanks sweetie, clearly you have a bigger heart than me. Come here.”
Your Mother seems to be in a rambunctious mood. Does she accidentally swallow you? Or can she maintain control?
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