Get your mother's attention
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
saraiama
“Mom! Mom, it’s me!”
Slowly peeking up from your hiding place, you watch your mother look around carefully, glancing down and finding you. Her giant body shifted as she bent down, one hand flying out and pinching your right arm.
“Oh Peter baby, you had me so scared for a moment! I thought something had happened to you! Oh, don’t go hiding from your mother again, you hear me!” You screamed as your body was dragged out from under the bed and soaring up, a terrible pain where your arm was smashed between the two giant fingers. She’d painted her nails bright red recently, and you could make out your warped reflection in the thumbnail for a moment.
“Don’t ever hide from me like that, you’re too small! I could have stomped you dead and I wouldn’t even know, that’s why you need to be careful!” You were in a freefall for a moment as she let you go above the bed. Screaming, you landed in a heap on the mattress.
“Okay honey, since you can’t go to school anymore and I still have to go to work, I’m going to have to bring you with me, okay?” Before you could respond, she turned and walked over to the closet, taking off her robe and slippers and picking out an outfit. You stared at that same ass you’d noticed yesterday, now utterly dwarfing you. You realized you could probably fit in between it and felt both immensely aroused and utterly disgusted at the realization. Looking around, you noticed the dark heel print in her old slippers. The same slippers that you’d been inches away from. You could probably fit fully inside one of them.
Picking out an outfit, she walked over to the bed. She was dressed in black dress shorts and a dress shirt, a dark jacket over top. That was as you could describe her outfit, you didn’t know the specific terms for business clothing.
“Stand still honey,” she says as one giant pink foot flies up into view, crashing down just in front of you at the edge of the bed. Her big toe is eye-level with you, the massive sole below marked with tiny crumbs and bits of dirt. Your mom smiles to herself, flexing her toes in front of you.
“Oh dear, you’re no taller than my foot! How scary is that, and soon you’ll be much much smaller!” You were obviously scared, and the fact that she now seemed to be getting a kick out of your situation was even more off-putting. The same shiny red teased you from her toenails, and you noticed a smell in the air. It was sour and strange, but not in a strictly bad sense. It reminded you a bit of beer, the few times you’d snuck a can or two from your parents with your friends. A bitter unpleasant taste, but with it came warmth and comfort. As quickly as it arrived, the foot fell back to the floor.
“Alright honey, I’m going to put you in my purse. I’ll take you out at work, I just need somewhere to keep you on the way there.” A giant hand flew out at you, and after a few moments of being dragged through the air, you were dropped haphazardly into the dark opening of her purse. Falling into darkness, you fortunately didn’t land on anything hard or sharp. A jostling began as your mom made her way outside, and then a droning serenity as she started her car and began her commute. After all that had happened that morning, you found yourself quite tired. Within a few minutes, the droning had lulled you into sleep.
As you wake up, you find yourself...
Slowly peeking up from your hiding place, you watch your mother look around carefully, glancing down and finding you. Her giant body shifted as she bent down, one hand flying out and pinching your right arm.
“Oh Peter baby, you had me so scared for a moment! I thought something had happened to you! Oh, don’t go hiding from your mother again, you hear me!” You screamed as your body was dragged out from under the bed and soaring up, a terrible pain where your arm was smashed between the two giant fingers. She’d painted her nails bright red recently, and you could make out your warped reflection in the thumbnail for a moment.
“Don’t ever hide from me like that, you’re too small! I could have stomped you dead and I wouldn’t even know, that’s why you need to be careful!” You were in a freefall for a moment as she let you go above the bed. Screaming, you landed in a heap on the mattress.
“Okay honey, since you can’t go to school anymore and I still have to go to work, I’m going to have to bring you with me, okay?” Before you could respond, she turned and walked over to the closet, taking off her robe and slippers and picking out an outfit. You stared at that same ass you’d noticed yesterday, now utterly dwarfing you. You realized you could probably fit in between it and felt both immensely aroused and utterly disgusted at the realization. Looking around, you noticed the dark heel print in her old slippers. The same slippers that you’d been inches away from. You could probably fit fully inside one of them.
Picking out an outfit, she walked over to the bed. She was dressed in black dress shorts and a dress shirt, a dark jacket over top. That was as you could describe her outfit, you didn’t know the specific terms for business clothing.
“Stand still honey,” she says as one giant pink foot flies up into view, crashing down just in front of you at the edge of the bed. Her big toe is eye-level with you, the massive sole below marked with tiny crumbs and bits of dirt. Your mom smiles to herself, flexing her toes in front of you.
“Oh dear, you’re no taller than my foot! How scary is that, and soon you’ll be much much smaller!” You were obviously scared, and the fact that she now seemed to be getting a kick out of your situation was even more off-putting. The same shiny red teased you from her toenails, and you noticed a smell in the air. It was sour and strange, but not in a strictly bad sense. It reminded you a bit of beer, the few times you’d snuck a can or two from your parents with your friends. A bitter unpleasant taste, but with it came warmth and comfort. As quickly as it arrived, the foot fell back to the floor.
“Alright honey, I’m going to put you in my purse. I’ll take you out at work, I just need somewhere to keep you on the way there.” A giant hand flew out at you, and after a few moments of being dragged through the air, you were dropped haphazardly into the dark opening of her purse. Falling into darkness, you fortunately didn’t land on anything hard or sharp. A jostling began as your mom made her way outside, and then a droning serenity as she started her car and began her commute. After all that had happened that morning, you found yourself quite tired. Within a few minutes, the droning had lulled you into sleep.
As you wake up, you find yourself...
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