New Ways to Suffer
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“That was a great meal. I feel so stuffed I don’t think I could swallow you even if you were tiny. Then again, I do tend to keep eating even when I’m full,” Daphne said as dangled you in the air, her chubby hands squeezing you as she licked her lips. You then see her shirt had come off, leaving her completely naked. Looking at her huge breasts, nipples hard from arousal, wasn’t the worst thing to see after experiencing her fat, dirty ass. However, the same couldn’t be said for her colossal gut. It was even bigger than before, nearly bursting with fatty foods that would only make the whale of a woman fatter. You didn’t want to imagine her any bigger, but it was going to happen, you just hope she doesn’t get even more chunky at the same time. Daphne was a living horror show that could only possibly get worse if she got fatter and grosser.
“Now, the only thing I like more than stuffing myself is getting my big belly worshiped by some limp-dicked momma’s boy. S consider this your part of your reward for being such an obedient little bitch. You better get working on my fat gut or I’m going to start bouncing my ass on top of you until I get myself a nice pancake loser for dessert,” Daphne said as she dropped you down on her lap. You should be facing her drooling twat but her drooping wide stomach was spilling out over onto her thighs covering up her slit. It was a huge relief not to be facing her pussy, but this was not any better. Her stomach was nearly as big as you and when you stood up on her lap you found that your head only reached the top of the resting mountain of blubber. It looked pasty and greasy, with folds of fat that seemed pretty deep. It was a repulsive sight, but still, you remembered her fat ass and puckered asshole and knew what job you’d like to have. Belly worshiping sounded a Hell of a lot better than ass worshiping.
Not willing to risk being told twice, you move closer, kneeling as you stick your hands on the protruding stomach. It’s so sticky and soft, you start rubbing and find it feels like cookie dough. You almost laugh when you think that the consistency was probably caused from eating actual cookie dough. You rub as hard as you can, your hands sinking into your elbow in the giving blubber. You shudder in revulsion but keep going, just hoping you do a good enough job that this becomes your permanent role. You think you’re doing pretty good until Daphne’s huge hand slams into your back. “For fucks sake, get your whole body into it. I want you to really massage my stomach, really work it. Like this.”
Daphne takes her other hand and starts pushing you hard into her giving, disgusting belly flab. You sink into it nicely, creating a little fat angel as you kick and wave your arms around. Daphne just groans and starts sliding you around her belly, using your entire naked three-foot body to scrub her nauseating stomach from top to bottom. You squirm helplessly as she moves you to the bottom, sliding your feet under the tendinous belly. You fight back harder than ever as your already battered legs are forced to the underbelly of the gut, pushing so far you can feel the soles of your feet touching something very damp. She’s got your feet near her pussy, beneath all those fat folds was a juicy cunt that wanted you. If it was anyone else, you’d be happy to hear they wanted you, but this Daphne, 300-hundred-pound queen bitch Daphne.
Your legs are pulled free after a few seconds with a wet, stomach-churning sound. Daphne is back to shoving your head into her chalky fat and as your head is crushed into the squishy surface you can hear gurgling and groaning. It’s Daphne’s stomach-churning and bubbling as it processed all that food. The sound made your blood cool as you realized that those sounds would be all around you if you were ever devoured. You were hearing what the last thing could be you’ll ever hear alive right now. As that thought haunts you, Daphne cups your buttocks and starts grinding your entire body into the middle of her stomach.
“Use your tongue, you little shit,” Daphne laughed as she enjoyed further dominating you. Unwilling but unable to refuse you start licking her greasy stomach, the taste making you sick to your stomach. It was different from her asshole, far less rancid, but that didn’t mean it didn’t taste like dirty sweat sock dripped grease you’d be wrong. You keep licking, your mouth filling with the horrible flab. You choke on it, suck on it, even lightly nibble on it, all to please this evil woman and hope for mercy. You seem to get that mercy as she finally pulls you off, letting you rest your head in the crook of her as you catch your breath. Her round, sinisterly smiling face looms high above you, delighting in all of this.
“You see I can be nice, I can be very nice,” Daphne says in a softer but no less terrifying voice. Her sausage like fingers moved towards you and you recoil in preparation to be roughly grabbed again. Instead of plucking you up, Daphne’s fingers move between your legs and close in around your shrunken manhood. For a horrifying second you fear that she is going to rip that part of you off, but instead she starts moving her fingers up and down your pencil thin prick. Her fingers are wet and clammy, but soft too. As they start working your prick you start to get hard. As you feel pleasure in what feels like forever you feel even more violated and disgusted. The fat beast was playing with your cock and you were enjoying it. This woman had crushed and humiliated you to the point of tears and told you repeatedly she was going to devour you alive. She was the devil and you were getting off to her.
“Please, stop,” you beg as her fingers keep working your cock. This is a new kind of torture, one that left you hating yourself as much as you hated Daphne. She didn’t listen and just went faster until you were suppressing your moans. You were disgusting, pathetic, worthless. Those thoughts raced through your head until Daphne abruptly stopped. Her chilling laughter greeted you as she yanked you up from under armpits.
“See, we can both have fun. Of course, only after I’ve gotten what I want. You do want to make me happy, right?” Daphne asked, to which you had no answer. You definitely preferred to be treated less cruelly, but this was horrible and soul-shattering to your very soul. “You will eventually, my little bitch. You’re not only going to serve my body; you’re going to love it. I want you to kiss my ass like you mean it, I’m your world now and you had better show your appreciation. I’ll break you so all you can think about is me and my sexy, big body.”
Daphne drew your head towards her mouth, her lips puckered up. She was going to kiss you and you felt oddly scared. It was just a fucking kiss. Her lips pressed into your mouth, covering them completely, then out of her mouth flooded a burst of thick, clear saliva. You gag and squirm as your mouth is forced full of her drool, the taste of her meal lingering on her saliva. Her lips are sealed over your mouth, keeping any from escaping. You swallow desperately one and again as more spurts into your tiny mouth. You drink down the sickening drool until Daphne lets you go, satisfied that you’ve tasted enough of her. You groan weakly, your stomach now full of the horrible mix of saliva, tiny bits of prechewed food, and whatever else was sloshing around Daphne’s mouth. After being crushed, molested, and force-fed, a small part of you misses being under her bottom. At least you were left to wallow in your Hell instead of discovering new forms of suffering.
“Now, the only thing I like more than stuffing myself is getting my big belly worshiped by some limp-dicked momma’s boy. S consider this your part of your reward for being such an obedient little bitch. You better get working on my fat gut or I’m going to start bouncing my ass on top of you until I get myself a nice pancake loser for dessert,” Daphne said as she dropped you down on her lap. You should be facing her drooling twat but her drooping wide stomach was spilling out over onto her thighs covering up her slit. It was a huge relief not to be facing her pussy, but this was not any better. Her stomach was nearly as big as you and when you stood up on her lap you found that your head only reached the top of the resting mountain of blubber. It looked pasty and greasy, with folds of fat that seemed pretty deep. It was a repulsive sight, but still, you remembered her fat ass and puckered asshole and knew what job you’d like to have. Belly worshiping sounded a Hell of a lot better than ass worshiping.
Not willing to risk being told twice, you move closer, kneeling as you stick your hands on the protruding stomach. It’s so sticky and soft, you start rubbing and find it feels like cookie dough. You almost laugh when you think that the consistency was probably caused from eating actual cookie dough. You rub as hard as you can, your hands sinking into your elbow in the giving blubber. You shudder in revulsion but keep going, just hoping you do a good enough job that this becomes your permanent role. You think you’re doing pretty good until Daphne’s huge hand slams into your back. “For fucks sake, get your whole body into it. I want you to really massage my stomach, really work it. Like this.”
Daphne takes her other hand and starts pushing you hard into her giving, disgusting belly flab. You sink into it nicely, creating a little fat angel as you kick and wave your arms around. Daphne just groans and starts sliding you around her belly, using your entire naked three-foot body to scrub her nauseating stomach from top to bottom. You squirm helplessly as she moves you to the bottom, sliding your feet under the tendinous belly. You fight back harder than ever as your already battered legs are forced to the underbelly of the gut, pushing so far you can feel the soles of your feet touching something very damp. She’s got your feet near her pussy, beneath all those fat folds was a juicy cunt that wanted you. If it was anyone else, you’d be happy to hear they wanted you, but this Daphne, 300-hundred-pound queen bitch Daphne.
Your legs are pulled free after a few seconds with a wet, stomach-churning sound. Daphne is back to shoving your head into her chalky fat and as your head is crushed into the squishy surface you can hear gurgling and groaning. It’s Daphne’s stomach-churning and bubbling as it processed all that food. The sound made your blood cool as you realized that those sounds would be all around you if you were ever devoured. You were hearing what the last thing could be you’ll ever hear alive right now. As that thought haunts you, Daphne cups your buttocks and starts grinding your entire body into the middle of her stomach.
“Use your tongue, you little shit,” Daphne laughed as she enjoyed further dominating you. Unwilling but unable to refuse you start licking her greasy stomach, the taste making you sick to your stomach. It was different from her asshole, far less rancid, but that didn’t mean it didn’t taste like dirty sweat sock dripped grease you’d be wrong. You keep licking, your mouth filling with the horrible flab. You choke on it, suck on it, even lightly nibble on it, all to please this evil woman and hope for mercy. You seem to get that mercy as she finally pulls you off, letting you rest your head in the crook of her as you catch your breath. Her round, sinisterly smiling face looms high above you, delighting in all of this.
“You see I can be nice, I can be very nice,” Daphne says in a softer but no less terrifying voice. Her sausage like fingers moved towards you and you recoil in preparation to be roughly grabbed again. Instead of plucking you up, Daphne’s fingers move between your legs and close in around your shrunken manhood. For a horrifying second you fear that she is going to rip that part of you off, but instead she starts moving her fingers up and down your pencil thin prick. Her fingers are wet and clammy, but soft too. As they start working your prick you start to get hard. As you feel pleasure in what feels like forever you feel even more violated and disgusted. The fat beast was playing with your cock and you were enjoying it. This woman had crushed and humiliated you to the point of tears and told you repeatedly she was going to devour you alive. She was the devil and you were getting off to her.
“Please, stop,” you beg as her fingers keep working your cock. This is a new kind of torture, one that left you hating yourself as much as you hated Daphne. She didn’t listen and just went faster until you were suppressing your moans. You were disgusting, pathetic, worthless. Those thoughts raced through your head until Daphne abruptly stopped. Her chilling laughter greeted you as she yanked you up from under armpits.
“See, we can both have fun. Of course, only after I’ve gotten what I want. You do want to make me happy, right?” Daphne asked, to which you had no answer. You definitely preferred to be treated less cruelly, but this was horrible and soul-shattering to your very soul. “You will eventually, my little bitch. You’re not only going to serve my body; you’re going to love it. I want you to kiss my ass like you mean it, I’m your world now and you had better show your appreciation. I’ll break you so all you can think about is me and my sexy, big body.”
Daphne drew your head towards her mouth, her lips puckered up. She was going to kiss you and you felt oddly scared. It was just a fucking kiss. Her lips pressed into your mouth, covering them completely, then out of her mouth flooded a burst of thick, clear saliva. You gag and squirm as your mouth is forced full of her drool, the taste of her meal lingering on her saliva. Her lips are sealed over your mouth, keeping any from escaping. You swallow desperately one and again as more spurts into your tiny mouth. You drink down the sickening drool until Daphne lets you go, satisfied that you’ve tasted enough of her. You groan weakly, your stomach now full of the horrible mix of saliva, tiny bits of prechewed food, and whatever else was sloshing around Daphne’s mouth. After being crushed, molested, and force-fed, a small part of you misses being under her bottom. At least you were left to wallow in your Hell instead of discovering new forms of suffering.
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