Daphne Lays Down the Law
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
You can’t help it, as you stare up at the sadistic smiling face of your tormentor so high up above you, your face still covered in the slime and sweat from the ass you just had your face inside, you begin to softly weep at how awful your situation is. As you cry, Daphne’s face, obscured slightly by her prodigious gut, shifts to amusement at your situation.
“All right ya big baby, while you bawl like a little kid I’ll just lay out some ground rules real quick so listen up because if you don’t follow them then having your head shoved up my asshole will be the least of your worries,” she smirks as you try to stop sobbing but you find that you just can’t, you want to go home, but you know that won’t be happening, Daphne has you in her clutches now. “Ok shitstain, first rule is that while you’re here, you do what I say, if that wasn’t already obvious. Your purpose now is just to make me feel good, get it? Right now your place in the world is just slightly higher than one of these toys in here.” She gestures to the soiled and well used sex toys littered throughout her disgusting apartment. You can’t help but shudder at the thought that Daphne has managed to reduce you to this.
“Still listening shrimp? The second rule is that if I tell you to do something, I sure as fuck better not have to say it twice. I don’t like repeating myself and you’ll find that out yourself if you make me have to do it. Lastly, I don’t want to hear complaints from you, that kinda negativity really kills my mood. I don’t want to hear you saying that you want to go home to your mama because it ain’t happening, you’re MINE. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to scream when we’re having our fun though, those I like.” As she emphasised that she owns you, her eyes light up with glee at the thought of it. You can’t help but continue to sob at how hopeless your situation, and you notice that Daphne seems both amused and impatient that she’s causing this reaction from you simply by standing over you and talking.
“All right crybaby, man up. Go sit on the couch while I get something to eat, I’m starving and I don’t think you’re quite small enough to fit in my belly yet so regular food will have to do for now,” her stomach lets out a low rumble to accentuate her point and you can’t help but cower in fear as she once again mentions eating you. Daphne saunters off to the kitchen area, there isn’t a wall separating the living room and the kitchen so you are forced to see her titanic ass, still without any pants or underwear on, wobble the whole way to the fridge. When she gets to the fridge, she bends over to look into it, displaying her cavern of an ass crack to you, but not quite wide enough for you to have to look at her unwashed asshole that was clamped around your head mere moments ago.
“Like what ya see, short stack,” you now noticed that Daphne had turned to look at you with a smirk. She slapped her ass, causing it to undulate and jiggle as she laughed, turning back to look in the fridge.
You figure you may as well do as she said and go sit up on the couch. You navigate your way past the piles of garbage, not large enough to block Daphne’s massive frame, but at less than 3 feet tall they are fairly large obstacles to you.
You reach the couch and it clearly wasn’t built for someone of your size, your neck was level with the cushions. It’s bigger than any couch you’ve ever seen, most likely designed to fit people with enormous frames like Daphne. You struggle to climb up onto the couch before finally pulling yourself up onto the stained, smelly cushions. As you get a good look at the top of the couch you see that it, like the rest of the apartment, is covered in garbage. The only part not completely covered is the centre, where there are two massive indents. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these craters have been worn into the couch by repeated punishment by Daphne’s hefty rear. As you stare at the twin craters, pounded into the couch permanently by Daphne’s seeming unstoppable ass you begin to wonder, will you soon conform to her ass in the same way this couch does? You shudder at the thought. The sudden feeling of exhaustion overtakes you and you find yourself falling forward onto the couch, straight into the divot left by your tormentor’s girthy ass. You aren’t even tired, you just feel battered and bruised.
“Aw does my little cushion already know his place, that’s good. You might work out to be the best toy my ass has ever had,” you flip over to see Daphne towering over you, holding two platters, stacked high with various kinds of food. You glance over to the kitchen area and see two more platters, similarly stacked.
“Don’t judge me squirt, it takes effort to keep a figure this full. Plus I haven’t eaten since noon so I’m starving,” you glanced at the clock, it was only 4pm! How could she be this hungry after eating only 4 hours ago? “And you know you love my curves, why would you have crawled into the dent in the couch left by my biggest curve if you didn’t? If you do a good job as my cushion I’ll even let you rub my belly when I’m done eating.”
You shudder at the thought of putting your hands on and rubbing the huge jiggling, corpulent mass of pasty fat that was currently hanging over your position on the couch. Although you suppose it is better than spending even more time under her ass. Daphne smirks at you before a rumble from her prodigious gut reminds her that she is hungry, before she turn, once again displaying the twin mounds of doughy ass cheek before waddling over to the kitchen to retrieve the rest of her meal.
The thudding footsteps that signal her return are the only warning you get before you are cast under the shadow of her mighty behind as she bends over to sit down, the pale cheeks parting as she descends, almost welcoming you home. You are once again subjected to the, sadly familiar, crushing pressure of Daphne. At your diminutive size being under her full weight like this is what you imagine being crushed by an elephant must be like. The battered couch cushions offer you no supportive surface, the comforting support long since worn down after years of abuse by Daphne.
“Ahhh, I’ve got to give it to ya, you are comfortable. If only there was a way of stopping your shrinking here and keep you like this, then I’d never have to lose my new favourite toy. Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to make the most of the time I do have you,” as she speaks you can hear her shovelling food into her mouth like a greedy pig, the motion of her eating causing the fat on top of you to undulate and jiggle. “Plus, having you fill my belly is gonna feel so satisfying. I don’t even think you’ll have to get that small either, I once deepthroated a foot long hotdog and I think I swallowed about half of it, so if I keep practicing swallowing stuff then I should be able to get you down when you’re just below a foot tall! At that size you should still be a decent sized meal, and even if you’re not, I can just eat a whole lot of other food to fill me up the rest of the way!” The way she is so casually speaking about eating you alive terrified you at how sadistic this woman is, she was willing to put you through the torture of being digested alive just because she finds it hot. Even the thought of it seems to be getting her wet if the justices seeping onto the couch, and subsequently you, are anything to go by.
After an excruciatingly long time trapped under this hippo of a woman while she gorges herself, she finally pulls you out from under her.
1) She’s stuffed and wants you to rub her belly.
2) She is going to take you to the pet store to buy some stuff to tease you with watching her eat.
3) She’s horny and needs release.
“All right ya big baby, while you bawl like a little kid I’ll just lay out some ground rules real quick so listen up because if you don’t follow them then having your head shoved up my asshole will be the least of your worries,” she smirks as you try to stop sobbing but you find that you just can’t, you want to go home, but you know that won’t be happening, Daphne has you in her clutches now. “Ok shitstain, first rule is that while you’re here, you do what I say, if that wasn’t already obvious. Your purpose now is just to make me feel good, get it? Right now your place in the world is just slightly higher than one of these toys in here.” She gestures to the soiled and well used sex toys littered throughout her disgusting apartment. You can’t help but shudder at the thought that Daphne has managed to reduce you to this.
“Still listening shrimp? The second rule is that if I tell you to do something, I sure as fuck better not have to say it twice. I don’t like repeating myself and you’ll find that out yourself if you make me have to do it. Lastly, I don’t want to hear complaints from you, that kinda negativity really kills my mood. I don’t want to hear you saying that you want to go home to your mama because it ain’t happening, you’re MINE. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to scream when we’re having our fun though, those I like.” As she emphasised that she owns you, her eyes light up with glee at the thought of it. You can’t help but continue to sob at how hopeless your situation, and you notice that Daphne seems both amused and impatient that she’s causing this reaction from you simply by standing over you and talking.
“All right crybaby, man up. Go sit on the couch while I get something to eat, I’m starving and I don’t think you’re quite small enough to fit in my belly yet so regular food will have to do for now,” her stomach lets out a low rumble to accentuate her point and you can’t help but cower in fear as she once again mentions eating you. Daphne saunters off to the kitchen area, there isn’t a wall separating the living room and the kitchen so you are forced to see her titanic ass, still without any pants or underwear on, wobble the whole way to the fridge. When she gets to the fridge, she bends over to look into it, displaying her cavern of an ass crack to you, but not quite wide enough for you to have to look at her unwashed asshole that was clamped around your head mere moments ago.
“Like what ya see, short stack,” you now noticed that Daphne had turned to look at you with a smirk. She slapped her ass, causing it to undulate and jiggle as she laughed, turning back to look in the fridge.
You figure you may as well do as she said and go sit up on the couch. You navigate your way past the piles of garbage, not large enough to block Daphne’s massive frame, but at less than 3 feet tall they are fairly large obstacles to you.
You reach the couch and it clearly wasn’t built for someone of your size, your neck was level with the cushions. It’s bigger than any couch you’ve ever seen, most likely designed to fit people with enormous frames like Daphne. You struggle to climb up onto the couch before finally pulling yourself up onto the stained, smelly cushions. As you get a good look at the top of the couch you see that it, like the rest of the apartment, is covered in garbage. The only part not completely covered is the centre, where there are two massive indents. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these craters have been worn into the couch by repeated punishment by Daphne’s hefty rear. As you stare at the twin craters, pounded into the couch permanently by Daphne’s seeming unstoppable ass you begin to wonder, will you soon conform to her ass in the same way this couch does? You shudder at the thought. The sudden feeling of exhaustion overtakes you and you find yourself falling forward onto the couch, straight into the divot left by your tormentor’s girthy ass. You aren’t even tired, you just feel battered and bruised.
“Aw does my little cushion already know his place, that’s good. You might work out to be the best toy my ass has ever had,” you flip over to see Daphne towering over you, holding two platters, stacked high with various kinds of food. You glance over to the kitchen area and see two more platters, similarly stacked.
“Don’t judge me squirt, it takes effort to keep a figure this full. Plus I haven’t eaten since noon so I’m starving,” you glanced at the clock, it was only 4pm! How could she be this hungry after eating only 4 hours ago? “And you know you love my curves, why would you have crawled into the dent in the couch left by my biggest curve if you didn’t? If you do a good job as my cushion I’ll even let you rub my belly when I’m done eating.”
You shudder at the thought of putting your hands on and rubbing the huge jiggling, corpulent mass of pasty fat that was currently hanging over your position on the couch. Although you suppose it is better than spending even more time under her ass. Daphne smirks at you before a rumble from her prodigious gut reminds her that she is hungry, before she turn, once again displaying the twin mounds of doughy ass cheek before waddling over to the kitchen to retrieve the rest of her meal.
The thudding footsteps that signal her return are the only warning you get before you are cast under the shadow of her mighty behind as she bends over to sit down, the pale cheeks parting as she descends, almost welcoming you home. You are once again subjected to the, sadly familiar, crushing pressure of Daphne. At your diminutive size being under her full weight like this is what you imagine being crushed by an elephant must be like. The battered couch cushions offer you no supportive surface, the comforting support long since worn down after years of abuse by Daphne.
“Ahhh, I’ve got to give it to ya, you are comfortable. If only there was a way of stopping your shrinking here and keep you like this, then I’d never have to lose my new favourite toy. Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to make the most of the time I do have you,” as she speaks you can hear her shovelling food into her mouth like a greedy pig, the motion of her eating causing the fat on top of you to undulate and jiggle. “Plus, having you fill my belly is gonna feel so satisfying. I don’t even think you’ll have to get that small either, I once deepthroated a foot long hotdog and I think I swallowed about half of it, so if I keep practicing swallowing stuff then I should be able to get you down when you’re just below a foot tall! At that size you should still be a decent sized meal, and even if you’re not, I can just eat a whole lot of other food to fill me up the rest of the way!” The way she is so casually speaking about eating you alive terrified you at how sadistic this woman is, she was willing to put you through the torture of being digested alive just because she finds it hot. Even the thought of it seems to be getting her wet if the justices seeping onto the couch, and subsequently you, are anything to go by.
After an excruciatingly long time trapped under this hippo of a woman while she gorges herself, she finally pulls you out from under her.
1) She’s stuffed and wants you to rub her belly.
2) She is going to take you to the pet store to buy some stuff to tease you with watching her eat.
3) She’s horny and needs release.
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