Sleeping with Daphne
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
“Uuugghhhh, I think that was a bit much food, even for me. Heh, although I think this meal will have stretched my gut so much I’ll need more food to fill me up next time, plenty of room for you once you get a little smaller,” she almost snarls while groaning in discomfort from her bloated stomach. How was she still thinking of eating you? She had just eaten more than your body weight in food! Is Daphne so much of a glutton that food is the only thing on her mind?
“Anyway I think I’m going to hit the hay, we’ve got a shoot tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep. Plus after eating all this I’m going to need to take a monster turd and I don’t want to deal with a hangover as well. Ooohhh, maybe I can finally convince your mom to let us do the human toilet thing! Since she thinks you love all the punishment I can dish out maybe she’ll buy that it was your idea,” you are horrified at the mention of her doing that to you, and on film no less! “I know our buyer will be ecstatic if we did it, that seemed like the thing he was pushing hardest for and he wasn’t happy when it was the only thing your mom said no to.”
With that said she picks you up by the back of your neck and begins to carry you to her bedroom. At the height she held you, with your head around level with the top of her prodigious gut, your feet aren’t even touching the ground, they just hang there as you limply kick them in the air, occasionally hitting some of the larger garbage piles, causing them to collapse. Daphne doesn’t even seem to notice this, you see her eyes beginning to grow heavy, tired and simply wanting to sleep so she can digest some of her meal.
As she carries you into her bedroom you see that it’s just as much of a pigsty as the rest of her apartment, although this room features unwashed, discarded clothing as well as garbage. Daphne waddles her way over to the bed and nonchalantly tosses you onto the stinking, sweat stained mattress. You flip yourself over just in time to look at Daphne falling face first on the mattress, or more specifically belly first onto you.
You are smothered under an avalanche of belly fat, being pressed into the mattress by this elephantine woman. You hear her snoring almost instantly, and begin to try and wiggle you way out from under her, but you find very quickly that Daphne is just too heavy for you to move anywhere underneath her.
You resign yourself to spending the night buried under her massive stomach, realising that only below your shins are actually uncovered. The crushing weight of her stomach, alongside the weight of the food contained within it, pressed down on you, pushing you down into the filthy mattress. Your face is directly underneath her cavernous belly button, normally hidden under a fat fold, but you were currently wedged underneath one of the folds of fat on her stomach, with your face wedged up inside of it. It smells very strongly, like it hasn’t been washed for a while, a theory supported by the fact that it is also incredibly greasy and sweaty.
Just as you resign yourself to trying to get some sleep, a loud rumbling gurgle breaks the silence. Daphne’s gut starts to make sounds not dissimilar to a trash compactor above you as it begins to work at digesting the mountain of food trapped within it. You start to shiver as you hear this, despite the hot, humid environment surrounding you, in pure fear. The sound of her gut churning on top of you almost simulates what it would be like when you are inevitably trapped in there.
The sounds of her digestive tract processing so much food directly above you makes it difficult to sleep, never mind the heavy sound of her snoring, but eventually you manage to pass out, although you are not sure whether it is due to exhaustion or lack of air from being trapped under the crushing weight of this hippo of a woman who had reduced you to this.
Your eyes open and you find yourself surrounded by the smell of meat and cheese. As you take in your surroundings and try to sit up, you notice that the floor you are lying on is where this smell was coming from, you look down and see that you are sinking partially into a floor made of cheese and you are surrounded by large chunks of meat, which is holding you down. You realise pretty quickly that you are laying on an enormous slice of pizza, near the gap between two slices. You look upwards and almost faint when you Daphne, now planetary in size. She stares down at you with an evil grin before wordlessly lifting the slice next to the one you are on, but not before you hear a woman screaming in terror from the slice. Seeing your surprise at the unexpected noise, Daphne grins and turns the slice around to face you. You see, almost completely buried under mounds of cheese and meat, your mom, Cheri.
You start to struggle to free yourself from the cheese holding you in place, but only find yourself sinking deeper into it. You know there is very little you can do to stop what you know is coming, but you have to try.
Seeing your tiny struggles, Daphne cackles.
“How pathetic, you couldn’t do anything to me when you were three feet tall, what do you think you could do now?”
She turns the pizza back towards her and rolls it up, engulfing Cheri in cheese and greasy meat, which ends her screams of protest. Daphne brings the rolled up slice of pizza to her mouth, before stuffing the entire thing in and swallowing without chewing. As you watch your mom disappear down Daphne’s ravenous gullet your heart sinks in despair, she just swallowed her best friend, your mother, and she is moaning in pleasure now that she’s done it!
Your cries of anguish seem to get Daphne’s attention. She looks down on your pizza slice with a ravenous hunger, she’s practically drooling at the sight of the pizza laid out in front of her. She looks down to her belly and gives it a small shake.
“Mmmmm, You know Cheri, you were delicious, but I think that this next piece will have an even better topping on it,” she looks back to you. “Don’t worry, skidmark, you’ll be back with your momma soon enough.”
She lifts your slice up to her face, not bothering to roll it up like she did with Cheri, she wants you to watch this. She opens her cavernous mouth as the slice moves towards it, stretching wider than any cave you have ever seen. It was reminiscent of the view that greeted you when you were feeding her pizza, although now you would be the food. Her stinking breath washes over you as you pass through her lips. She stuffs the entire slice into her mouth, except for the crust, which she severs with a single bite, closing her mouth and confining you to the humid, wet atmosphere of her mouth.
Her teeth get to work almost instantly. As the pizza was mashed up by her powerful molars it was all you could hear. You aren’t moved from the centre of her tongue, but as the chewed up food is moved to the centre of her mouth you are taken up into this disgusting lump of chewed up food and spit. Only your face sticks out of it, facing out from her open mouth as this landwhale loudly chews.
Daphne let’s put a loud moan before swallowing, sending you down in the the dark pit of her stomach...
Your eyes shoot open in a cold sweat, you try to sit up but are swiftly brought back to reality as you feel the familiar crushing pressure from under Daphne’s bulky form. The gurgling coming from her stomach as it is still working to digest her monumental feast, although the volume has died down a lot since you passed out.
Daphne’s snoring tells you that she is still sleeping, and you can’t even tell what time it is, so you resign yourself to waiting until she wakes up. As you stare up into the dark abyss of the belly button your face was being crammed into you noticed something. Your face wasn’t so crushed as it was before you passed out, as if it took up less space in her belly button, also her stomach seems to cover more of your legs than it did the night before. You groan as you realise you’ve probably lost some height, unless Daphne has somehow gotten bigger. You shudder at the thought.
You lay there for another hour or so, resigning yourself to the fact that you will now be even less able to prevent Daphne from tormenting you. Finally Daphne starts to get up, but surprisingly, you go with her. Now that Daphne’s stomach is less packed with food, her fat folds aren’t as stretched out, leaving them with enough depth for your body to occupy them. This is probably aided by the fact that you lost a few inches during the night.
The fat folds surrounding you ripple slightly as Daphne chuckles now that she’s noticed you. You feel yourself begin to peel off of her flesh before you fall off and land onto the stinking mattress. Daphne looks down at you, amused at your height loss.
“Looking a little shrimpier there, shrimp. Now that you’ve lost more height I wonder how much of you I can get up my ass now, your head fit up there yesterday, I wonder if I could get your shoulders past, probably not, but I suppose we could experiment later,” she winks at you and chuckles again when she sees your horrified expression. “Anyway I’ll go and see if we’re still on for today, you’ve got a date with my ass either way but I’d rather make some money off it.”
She waddles through to the living room to call your mom, leaving you to lay on the bed and wallow in a combination of your despair and Daphne’s sweat. After a few minutes she walks back into the room.
“Good news...
1) “... your mom is all good for today. Too bad she’s still not up for the human toilet thing, but I’m sure we can make up for that another time.”
2) “... your mom is all good for today. Guess what, she gave the ok for me to use you as my toilet on film, lucky you!”
3) “... your mom had to cancel today. I’ve got some errands to run and you’ll be riding in your favourite place.”
“Anyway I think I’m going to hit the hay, we’ve got a shoot tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep. Plus after eating all this I’m going to need to take a monster turd and I don’t want to deal with a hangover as well. Ooohhh, maybe I can finally convince your mom to let us do the human toilet thing! Since she thinks you love all the punishment I can dish out maybe she’ll buy that it was your idea,” you are horrified at the mention of her doing that to you, and on film no less! “I know our buyer will be ecstatic if we did it, that seemed like the thing he was pushing hardest for and he wasn’t happy when it was the only thing your mom said no to.”
With that said she picks you up by the back of your neck and begins to carry you to her bedroom. At the height she held you, with your head around level with the top of her prodigious gut, your feet aren’t even touching the ground, they just hang there as you limply kick them in the air, occasionally hitting some of the larger garbage piles, causing them to collapse. Daphne doesn’t even seem to notice this, you see her eyes beginning to grow heavy, tired and simply wanting to sleep so she can digest some of her meal.
As she carries you into her bedroom you see that it’s just as much of a pigsty as the rest of her apartment, although this room features unwashed, discarded clothing as well as garbage. Daphne waddles her way over to the bed and nonchalantly tosses you onto the stinking, sweat stained mattress. You flip yourself over just in time to look at Daphne falling face first on the mattress, or more specifically belly first onto you.
You are smothered under an avalanche of belly fat, being pressed into the mattress by this elephantine woman. You hear her snoring almost instantly, and begin to try and wiggle you way out from under her, but you find very quickly that Daphne is just too heavy for you to move anywhere underneath her.
You resign yourself to spending the night buried under her massive stomach, realising that only below your shins are actually uncovered. The crushing weight of her stomach, alongside the weight of the food contained within it, pressed down on you, pushing you down into the filthy mattress. Your face is directly underneath her cavernous belly button, normally hidden under a fat fold, but you were currently wedged underneath one of the folds of fat on her stomach, with your face wedged up inside of it. It smells very strongly, like it hasn’t been washed for a while, a theory supported by the fact that it is also incredibly greasy and sweaty.
Just as you resign yourself to trying to get some sleep, a loud rumbling gurgle breaks the silence. Daphne’s gut starts to make sounds not dissimilar to a trash compactor above you as it begins to work at digesting the mountain of food trapped within it. You start to shiver as you hear this, despite the hot, humid environment surrounding you, in pure fear. The sound of her gut churning on top of you almost simulates what it would be like when you are inevitably trapped in there.
The sounds of her digestive tract processing so much food directly above you makes it difficult to sleep, never mind the heavy sound of her snoring, but eventually you manage to pass out, although you are not sure whether it is due to exhaustion or lack of air from being trapped under the crushing weight of this hippo of a woman who had reduced you to this.
Your eyes open and you find yourself surrounded by the smell of meat and cheese. As you take in your surroundings and try to sit up, you notice that the floor you are lying on is where this smell was coming from, you look down and see that you are sinking partially into a floor made of cheese and you are surrounded by large chunks of meat, which is holding you down. You realise pretty quickly that you are laying on an enormous slice of pizza, near the gap between two slices. You look upwards and almost faint when you Daphne, now planetary in size. She stares down at you with an evil grin before wordlessly lifting the slice next to the one you are on, but not before you hear a woman screaming in terror from the slice. Seeing your surprise at the unexpected noise, Daphne grins and turns the slice around to face you. You see, almost completely buried under mounds of cheese and meat, your mom, Cheri.
You start to struggle to free yourself from the cheese holding you in place, but only find yourself sinking deeper into it. You know there is very little you can do to stop what you know is coming, but you have to try.
Seeing your tiny struggles, Daphne cackles.
“How pathetic, you couldn’t do anything to me when you were three feet tall, what do you think you could do now?”
She turns the pizza back towards her and rolls it up, engulfing Cheri in cheese and greasy meat, which ends her screams of protest. Daphne brings the rolled up slice of pizza to her mouth, before stuffing the entire thing in and swallowing without chewing. As you watch your mom disappear down Daphne’s ravenous gullet your heart sinks in despair, she just swallowed her best friend, your mother, and she is moaning in pleasure now that she’s done it!
Your cries of anguish seem to get Daphne’s attention. She looks down on your pizza slice with a ravenous hunger, she’s practically drooling at the sight of the pizza laid out in front of her. She looks down to her belly and gives it a small shake.
“Mmmmm, You know Cheri, you were delicious, but I think that this next piece will have an even better topping on it,” she looks back to you. “Don’t worry, skidmark, you’ll be back with your momma soon enough.”
She lifts your slice up to her face, not bothering to roll it up like she did with Cheri, she wants you to watch this. She opens her cavernous mouth as the slice moves towards it, stretching wider than any cave you have ever seen. It was reminiscent of the view that greeted you when you were feeding her pizza, although now you would be the food. Her stinking breath washes over you as you pass through her lips. She stuffs the entire slice into her mouth, except for the crust, which she severs with a single bite, closing her mouth and confining you to the humid, wet atmosphere of her mouth.
Her teeth get to work almost instantly. As the pizza was mashed up by her powerful molars it was all you could hear. You aren’t moved from the centre of her tongue, but as the chewed up food is moved to the centre of her mouth you are taken up into this disgusting lump of chewed up food and spit. Only your face sticks out of it, facing out from her open mouth as this landwhale loudly chews.
Daphne let’s put a loud moan before swallowing, sending you down in the the dark pit of her stomach...
Your eyes shoot open in a cold sweat, you try to sit up but are swiftly brought back to reality as you feel the familiar crushing pressure from under Daphne’s bulky form. The gurgling coming from her stomach as it is still working to digest her monumental feast, although the volume has died down a lot since you passed out.
Daphne’s snoring tells you that she is still sleeping, and you can’t even tell what time it is, so you resign yourself to waiting until she wakes up. As you stare up into the dark abyss of the belly button your face was being crammed into you noticed something. Your face wasn’t so crushed as it was before you passed out, as if it took up less space in her belly button, also her stomach seems to cover more of your legs than it did the night before. You groan as you realise you’ve probably lost some height, unless Daphne has somehow gotten bigger. You shudder at the thought.
You lay there for another hour or so, resigning yourself to the fact that you will now be even less able to prevent Daphne from tormenting you. Finally Daphne starts to get up, but surprisingly, you go with her. Now that Daphne’s stomach is less packed with food, her fat folds aren’t as stretched out, leaving them with enough depth for your body to occupy them. This is probably aided by the fact that you lost a few inches during the night.
The fat folds surrounding you ripple slightly as Daphne chuckles now that she’s noticed you. You feel yourself begin to peel off of her flesh before you fall off and land onto the stinking mattress. Daphne looks down at you, amused at your height loss.
“Looking a little shrimpier there, shrimp. Now that you’ve lost more height I wonder how much of you I can get up my ass now, your head fit up there yesterday, I wonder if I could get your shoulders past, probably not, but I suppose we could experiment later,” she winks at you and chuckles again when she sees your horrified expression. “Anyway I’ll go and see if we’re still on for today, you’ve got a date with my ass either way but I’d rather make some money off it.”
She waddles through to the living room to call your mom, leaving you to lay on the bed and wallow in a combination of your despair and Daphne’s sweat. After a few minutes she walks back into the room.
“Good news...
1) “... your mom is all good for today. Too bad she’s still not up for the human toilet thing, but I’m sure we can make up for that another time.”
2) “... your mom is all good for today. Guess what, she gave the ok for me to use you as my toilet on film, lucky you!”
3) “... your mom had to cancel today. I’ve got some errands to run and you’ll be riding in your favourite place.”
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