Lazy Night
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
bossanova
Since she had cupped her hand you were in the perfect position for her lips to hug your body but it felt a lot sweeter this time. More tender. “At least you'll never be too old for mommy’s kisses. And don't worry, I figured out how to make you some clothes so I think I can make a breast pocket or something, because even if your momma’s clumsy at least she's crafty enough to be able to fix it.” “Thanks mom, I wish I could hug you.” “That's nice sweetie. You can hug my lips again if you want” “I think I'm good.” She suddenly got this sassy look on her face that you knew meant trouble. “Oh so you think you're too good now for mom smooches huh? Even when I said they had no limit is that right?” “Yeah that's right.” “Oh it is on then. You're done when I say you're done bucko. C’mere kid.” She brought you back once more to her lips but this time with more force yet still managing to be playful. “Mwah mwah mwah I'm just getting started”. Her kisses were like a full body tickle and you couldn't stop laughing. You begged her to stop but you both knew that this was too much fun. After smooching on you for what felt like five minutes she ended it with blowing raspberry on you and getting wet all over. “Gross mom look at what you did.” “I'm sorry sweetie let me clean you off.” Out of nowhere her tongue launched from her mouth and got it all over you. She was doing it kitty style getting even more slobber all over your body. “No mom your saliva was the problem.” “Oops, my bad. Let me clean you for real this time.” She took her left thumb and wiped you all the while giving you her signature smile and you smiling back. “There, all better. Now it's time for your surprise.” She lowered you down onto the table except this time it felt different. “Well, where is it?” “Why don't you look beneath you silly.” After taking a step back you see it. Risk: The Game of World Domination “What! No way!” She nodded her head and replied “Way, my child.” This was one of your favorite games, definitely your favorite board game. Strategy was a genre you were particularly skilled in and it had been too long since you last played. “When do we start?” “As soon as you hop off the box.” “Oh right.” The jump down wasn't too bad and having your mom lift up the lid and sort out all the pieces helped. “What color do you want?” “I'll pick green.” “Then I'll be Orange.”
You and your mother played for hours on end. “Risk” wasn’t a particularly brief game but this was especially true given how long it took you to strategize and move your pieces across the board. You were at the last leg of the game but that didn’t stop you from planning out your next move as methodically as possible. Up above was your mother, bored out of her mind. Her left hand wa being used to prop up her head while her right hand had its enormous fingers drumming along the table. After about two minute she blurted out “Just make a move already!” This caught you off guard and knocked you off balance a bit. “I would if you just let me concentrate.” “Make a move soon or so help me god I will sit on you on purpose.” You take a step back and say “You wouldn’t dare.” She suddenly sits up straight and says “Oh you bet your tiny, miniscule butt I will. You taking your sweet time made my mind wander off. I could pluck you up right now, put you on my seat, sit down and start going back and forth, back and forth” She closed her eyes and swayed left to right as she ground her posterior into the chair. “Butt seriously, if you don’t hurry up you’re going to sleep between ‘my girls’ tonight.” You were almost about to succeed in defeating her anyway. You just liked being thorough. “Fair enough. Anywhere would be better than under your oversized spheres.” “Hey watch it mister, or else you’ll be using my sweaty sock like a sleeping bag.” You have been between your mother’s sweaty boobs and under her painful buttocks but the prospect of being in her sock frightened you. It would smell nothing you had before and what if she forgot you were in there? Would she wake up and crush you? Best to keep your mind focused on the game at hand. “And king me baby.” “Dang it, I didn’t say you could win. Come here.” Out of nowhere a hand shoots out from under the table and grabs you. You are lifted above and placed between two fleshy mounds. “What’s this for?” You ask surprised. “Relax sweetie, Mommy’s just gonna order some pizza on the phone and she needs her hands free. Plus I need a way to hide you from the delivery. You won’t be staying here long. What toppings do you want?” “Pepperoni please.”
Your mother walks over to the nightstand by the couch and with her left hand picks up the menu and balances it against her midsection while she uses her right hand to hold the phone. You could see the items on the pages. Her boob blocked out some of it but you were so small that the font seemed much larger. Your arms were above the flesh, laying down. At least she gave you enough space that you weren’t just a head. Your mom seemed to do this a lot now, like she was getting used to treating you like an item to be carried. A fragile one with sentimental value that shouldn’t be broken but an item none the less. You looked up at her and saw her talking on the phone. You tuned her out. She would occasionally glance back at the menu to look information and whenever she did you would try to wave but she didn’t notice. Maybe she tuned you out too. “Alright honey the pizza should be here soon but until then why don’t you brainstorm ideas for what to watch on the TV While I set up the bed?” Of course the room didn’t have a real bed the couch just folded out into one. Your mother shook and bent over so much that you were sure you were going to fall out at some point. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Coming! Just a sec!” She finished spreading the sheets and then promptly hopped off the bed. Your Mother’s jigging had gone from annoying to dizzying now. She needs to find a better place to put you. Your Mother swung the door open and right in front of you stood a tanned, black-haired woman in a red uniform with a pizza box. Damn it, Mom forgot that she had to actually hide you. “Why hello there. How are you today?” You tried playing it cool to not get noticed but you were freaking out. “I’m doing fine signora, could you sign here please?” Your mother took your clipboard and you looked up at the delivery girl. She was looking directly at you with wide eyes. That was it you were done for. “What the hell is that.” She muttered under her breath. “Thanks for the pizza.” Your mother interrupted and closed the door before the girl could fully comprehend what she just saw.
She walked over to the bed and began to lay down in the center. She put the box of pizza to the left and used her right hand to grab the remote from the arm of the couch-bed. Your Mother fished you out of her cleavage once more and placed you on her right boob. “Well what did you decide on Sweetie?” She said as if nothing happened. “I was thinking we could watch Last Week Tonight with John Oliver since it’s on soon.” “Oooh that’s always a good show. I heard that they’re doing a piece on the shrinking epidemic. Maybe there’ll be some useful information on your condition.” You begin to look away from her and give a half-hearted sigh “Yeah, I guess it will.” “Hey honey look at me. I know this is gonna be tough but we’ll get through this.” “It’s just that I feel like you’re treating me like an object. You just casually put me in your cleavage whenever you feel like and barely notice me.” “Is this about you waving at me? I wanted to honey but I had my hands full at the time.” “What about the delivery girl?” “I just felt like seeing what her reaction would be. But I realize now that it was wrong of me to put you into a position like that. And you’re right, I do kinda put you between my boobs too much. From now on I’ll always ask first.” “Thanks Mom.” “Wanna give me a kiss?” “Sure Mom.” You hopped up from your spot and began to slide down her breast into her lips at full speed. “Thanks for that sweetie. Now I’m Mommy’s gonna put you by the pizza so that she can get more comfortable.” You were then lifted into the air and placed on a piece of pepperoni. Once you looked up you could see your Mother lifting her shirt off and sliding her pants off her legs. She tossed the clothes off the right side of the bed and said to you “I don’t plan on sleeping in my clothes tonight if you don’t mind.” It didn’t bother you. You could see why others would find her attractive but you knew how wrong it would be to think of her like how you think about other girls. You weren’t sure why you ordered any toppings since you couldn’t even get through what would be one bite. After you were done you spent the rest of the episode resting by sitting in your mother’s belly button. Overall it was informative. Statistics on how many have been affected, how many have died. There was also a very awkward section about recommended cup sizes for mothers carrying children. “Well that was interesting. Maybe Mommy’s two helpers aren’t helping you that much after all. Good night sweetie.” After that she left you alone with your thoughts. That night it was so warm she didn’t even bring up the covers.
So, do you survive the night?
You and your mother played for hours on end. “Risk” wasn’t a particularly brief game but this was especially true given how long it took you to strategize and move your pieces across the board. You were at the last leg of the game but that didn’t stop you from planning out your next move as methodically as possible. Up above was your mother, bored out of her mind. Her left hand wa being used to prop up her head while her right hand had its enormous fingers drumming along the table. After about two minute she blurted out “Just make a move already!” This caught you off guard and knocked you off balance a bit. “I would if you just let me concentrate.” “Make a move soon or so help me god I will sit on you on purpose.” You take a step back and say “You wouldn’t dare.” She suddenly sits up straight and says “Oh you bet your tiny, miniscule butt I will. You taking your sweet time made my mind wander off. I could pluck you up right now, put you on my seat, sit down and start going back and forth, back and forth” She closed her eyes and swayed left to right as she ground her posterior into the chair. “Butt seriously, if you don’t hurry up you’re going to sleep between ‘my girls’ tonight.” You were almost about to succeed in defeating her anyway. You just liked being thorough. “Fair enough. Anywhere would be better than under your oversized spheres.” “Hey watch it mister, or else you’ll be using my sweaty sock like a sleeping bag.” You have been between your mother’s sweaty boobs and under her painful buttocks but the prospect of being in her sock frightened you. It would smell nothing you had before and what if she forgot you were in there? Would she wake up and crush you? Best to keep your mind focused on the game at hand. “And king me baby.” “Dang it, I didn’t say you could win. Come here.” Out of nowhere a hand shoots out from under the table and grabs you. You are lifted above and placed between two fleshy mounds. “What’s this for?” You ask surprised. “Relax sweetie, Mommy’s just gonna order some pizza on the phone and she needs her hands free. Plus I need a way to hide you from the delivery. You won’t be staying here long. What toppings do you want?” “Pepperoni please.”
Your mother walks over to the nightstand by the couch and with her left hand picks up the menu and balances it against her midsection while she uses her right hand to hold the phone. You could see the items on the pages. Her boob blocked out some of it but you were so small that the font seemed much larger. Your arms were above the flesh, laying down. At least she gave you enough space that you weren’t just a head. Your mom seemed to do this a lot now, like she was getting used to treating you like an item to be carried. A fragile one with sentimental value that shouldn’t be broken but an item none the less. You looked up at her and saw her talking on the phone. You tuned her out. She would occasionally glance back at the menu to look information and whenever she did you would try to wave but she didn’t notice. Maybe she tuned you out too. “Alright honey the pizza should be here soon but until then why don’t you brainstorm ideas for what to watch on the TV While I set up the bed?” Of course the room didn’t have a real bed the couch just folded out into one. Your mother shook and bent over so much that you were sure you were going to fall out at some point. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Coming! Just a sec!” She finished spreading the sheets and then promptly hopped off the bed. Your Mother’s jigging had gone from annoying to dizzying now. She needs to find a better place to put you. Your Mother swung the door open and right in front of you stood a tanned, black-haired woman in a red uniform with a pizza box. Damn it, Mom forgot that she had to actually hide you. “Why hello there. How are you today?” You tried playing it cool to not get noticed but you were freaking out. “I’m doing fine signora, could you sign here please?” Your mother took your clipboard and you looked up at the delivery girl. She was looking directly at you with wide eyes. That was it you were done for. “What the hell is that.” She muttered under her breath. “Thanks for the pizza.” Your mother interrupted and closed the door before the girl could fully comprehend what she just saw.
She walked over to the bed and began to lay down in the center. She put the box of pizza to the left and used her right hand to grab the remote from the arm of the couch-bed. Your Mother fished you out of her cleavage once more and placed you on her right boob. “Well what did you decide on Sweetie?” She said as if nothing happened. “I was thinking we could watch Last Week Tonight with John Oliver since it’s on soon.” “Oooh that’s always a good show. I heard that they’re doing a piece on the shrinking epidemic. Maybe there’ll be some useful information on your condition.” You begin to look away from her and give a half-hearted sigh “Yeah, I guess it will.” “Hey honey look at me. I know this is gonna be tough but we’ll get through this.” “It’s just that I feel like you’re treating me like an object. You just casually put me in your cleavage whenever you feel like and barely notice me.” “Is this about you waving at me? I wanted to honey but I had my hands full at the time.” “What about the delivery girl?” “I just felt like seeing what her reaction would be. But I realize now that it was wrong of me to put you into a position like that. And you’re right, I do kinda put you between my boobs too much. From now on I’ll always ask first.” “Thanks Mom.” “Wanna give me a kiss?” “Sure Mom.” You hopped up from your spot and began to slide down her breast into her lips at full speed. “Thanks for that sweetie. Now I’m Mommy’s gonna put you by the pizza so that she can get more comfortable.” You were then lifted into the air and placed on a piece of pepperoni. Once you looked up you could see your Mother lifting her shirt off and sliding her pants off her legs. She tossed the clothes off the right side of the bed and said to you “I don’t plan on sleeping in my clothes tonight if you don’t mind.” It didn’t bother you. You could see why others would find her attractive but you knew how wrong it would be to think of her like how you think about other girls. You weren’t sure why you ordered any toppings since you couldn’t even get through what would be one bite. After you were done you spent the rest of the episode resting by sitting in your mother’s belly button. Overall it was informative. Statistics on how many have been affected, how many have died. There was also a very awkward section about recommended cup sizes for mothers carrying children. “Well that was interesting. Maybe Mommy’s two helpers aren’t helping you that much after all. Good night sweetie.” After that she left you alone with your thoughts. That night it was so warm she didn’t even bring up the covers.
So, do you survive the night?
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