Daphne gets Dressed
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
Daphne looks like she is contemplating forcing you to get her off one more time before she glances to alarm clock on her bedside table.
“Oh well, looks like we won’t have time for any more fun since it took you so long to get into it there. Here, clean yourself up, make yourself presentable for the camera. It’s no good if you’re already filthy,” as she says this she reaches over to pick up and then toss a discarded pair of underwear at you, that clearly haven’t been washed. You gag at the smell of stale sweat, farts and various other stains that cling to this massive sheet of fabric that you could use as a blanket. She actually expects you to use this to clean yourself? “But be quick, I need someone to feed me my breakfast once it gets delivered.”
With one last smirk down at you she strides out of the room, still stark naked. You hear the muffled sound of her talking in the other room, presumably ordering whatever disgusting meal she is having for breakfast. You are left staring at the filthy article of clothing Daphne expected you to wipe her juices off of yourself with. You would be surprised if using this would make you any cleaner judging by the smell coming off of it and the faint brown stains on the back end of it. However, the thought of Daphne coming back in and seeing you not doing what she told you to do. So, grudgingly, you bring the soiled pair of panties to your face and begin to rub your face into them, fighting the urge to gag as the stale smell of Daphne’s awful lower half overwhelms your senses. You manage to get the wet, disgusting vaginal fluid off of you but when it is immediately replaced by weeks old sweat and body odour you don’t know if it’s any better.
The thudding impacts of Daphne’s heavy footfalls signal her return while your face is still buried in her underwear.
“Aw would you look at that, after spending all night under my belly you miss my ass so much that you’ve chose the back end of my panties. I always knew my ass was your favourite, bitch boy. Don’t worry though, you’ll get all the ass you could ever want when we’re shooting today,” as she says this you pull the underwear away from your face and realise that yes, you had chosen the back end to ‘clean’ your face with, and not just the back end, the part that would face inward on her ass. Why had you done that? You could have used one of the side straps, they are more than big enough. All this punishment and negative reinforcement from Daphne must be messing with your head!
With a smirk, Daphne moved towards her dresser, putting an extra sway in her hips. This causes her pale, doughy buns to ripple and jiggle, making you nauseous. As Daphne starts to look through her dresser for an outfit to wear you are trying to get your head straight.
If you aren’t careful, Daphne may end up being successful in morphing you into her perfect slave. The fear she instills in you could very easily turn to adoration if you give in to it. You can’t let this fat bitch do that to you!
As you were distracted trying to clear your head, Daphne had picked out an outfit.
“Hey shrimp, get your head out of your ass and get over here!” Not wanting to anger Daphne you turned to see a horrific sight. Daphne had pulled on a crop top that only covered her humongous breasts, pushing them tightly to her chest and giving her a cleavage that you could almost get lost in.
She is mid way through pulling up a far too small miniskirt up her thick, wobbling thighs. It seems to be getting stuck just below the shelf of her ass.
“Get over here and help me get this up over my ass. Your weak little noodle arms probably won’t be able to do much but ya never know, might surprise yourself.”
You climb up onto the bed with no small amount of effort and begin to make your way over to the other side.
“Took you long enough,” Daphne’s mocking is something you are getting used to fairly quickly, but you don’t let that fact distract you for too long before you hook your arms underneath the skirt and try to pull it up with all your might. It barely shifts an inch.
“You’ll never get it if you do it like that ya little sissy. You gotta get right in there, you don’t need to pretend you don’t love my ass so just get over yourself,” she seems to be getting more frustrated with you, she does realise you are only just over two feet tall, right? If she is struggling to get it up then you’ll never manage it. Despite these thoughts, you lean in close, your head and shoulders brushing the opening of her cavernous crack, and start to pull with all your might. You strain and struggle to pull it up, going red in the face but you feel that you are making no visible progress. The tugging and shifting jiggles the massive pale slabs of meat on either side of your head, causing them to slam into your head repeatedly.
After a few moments of this with no progress being made, Daphne let’s out a frustrated sigh before you feel her pudgy hand on the back of your head and forces your head into her crack before letting out a long, horrendous fart. It lasts around ten seconds and it fills your lungs with the rotten fumes since you breathed in surprise when Daphne grabbed the back of your head. After the fart ends you are released from her grip and you fall back into the bed, coughing and retching from the gassy invasion of your lungs with tears in your eyes. Your sobbing is cut short when you hear the evil woman cackling above you.
“That was too funny skidmark, expect more of that whenever you can’t do what I order you to, can’t let disappointments like that go unpunished, and I get the feeling that you’ll be disappointing me more and more as you get smaller,” as she says this she looks down in mock surprise as she sees that the zipper of her skirt had been zipped up the whole time. She looks down at you with a small “oops” before effortlessly pulling it up once she unzips it. She just wanted to watch you struggle to humiliate you, when she could have easily done it herself.
As you recover from your gassing, you look up at Daphne, now fully dressed. Her outfit covers none of her massive stomach, still slightly stretched out from her feast from the night before. It hangs low over the thin skirt that only covers the top half of her ass cheeks, leaving the bottom half of her rump completely exposed. As expected, she is going without underwear, but her thick, jiggly thighs and drooping stomach cover anything that normal people wouldn’t want to expose to the public anyway.
As she catches you looking, Daphne grins at you.
“Like what you see twerp? I picked this skirt for good reason, this way I don’t even need to drop my pants to shove you up into your favourite place, much less effort on my part. Plus it makes me look hot as hell, wouldn’t you agree?”
You stood in silence for a few seconds before an impatient look from Daphne tells you she expects an answer.
“Um, y-you l-look great Daphne, so hot...” you stammer out the lie quickly, but Daphne doesn’t seem convinced.
“Aw come on, you call that a compliment? Tell me how you really feel about how I look.”
You fight back the urge to tell her that she looks like a disgusting overfed landwhale, knowing that saying that would result in swift punishment, even if it was the truth. You swallow your pride once again and decide to feed the already inflated ego of the scantily clad behemoth in front of you.
“You look amazing Daphne, honestly a goddess. I’m so lucky to serve someone as amazing and powerful as you are for what little time I have left,” you almost gag, choking on the words as they leave your mouth, but her lack of expression change tells you she expects more flattery. “...And when my time comes, I’m overjoyed that it will be in feeding you. Giving you one last pleasure of having me feed you and fill your stomach, eventually becoming a part of your... amazing body.”
You were almost on the verge of tears as you said those words, but Daphne finally looked happy with your flattery.
“Good, I’m glad to hear you say that, and I’m sure your mom will be too,” as she says this you hear the words that you just said repeated from behind her, as Daphne reveals her phone in her had that had been behind her back. She had recorded you!
“Once I play this to your mom and sell her some bullshit about you recording it when I wasn’t looking you will never be able to convince her you don’t love me. Good job shrimp, you’ve helped me out a lot with that. Also nice to know how good you are at flattery, I think I’ll get you to compliment me like that every morning.”
You can’t believe how horrible Daphne continually proves herself to be, she is pure evil! You find yourself once again sinking deep into despair, the small amount of hope you gained from the knowledge that Daphne won’t be using you as a toilet snuffed out in an instant.
A knock at the door distracts Daphne from further tormenting you. She turns, giving you one last cruel grin, before turning and leaving the room.
Moments later she comes back, carrying a bag with the logo of a nearby Mexican restaurant, the paper bag soaked with grease from whatever artery clogging meal she has ordered.
“Ahh, breakfast burritos, my favourite. Although we’re running late, so I’ll need to eat them in the car. So let’s get you back in your usual place.”
You fight the urge to run as Daphne approaches the bed and turns around, presenting her planetary backside to you. As it hovers over you, you realise that she wasn’t kidding when she said she wouldn’t need to adjust her skirt to fit you up there, there is almost a full foot and a half of ass crack on display, and it is descending fast towards you. The skirt doesn’t even restrict her cheeks from spreading as she drops, sending you rocketing back up into that familiar abyss.
The familiar crushing from her glutes begins as she leaves, you can only wonder what horrors will await you when she gets to your mom’s house.
“Oh well, looks like we won’t have time for any more fun since it took you so long to get into it there. Here, clean yourself up, make yourself presentable for the camera. It’s no good if you’re already filthy,” as she says this she reaches over to pick up and then toss a discarded pair of underwear at you, that clearly haven’t been washed. You gag at the smell of stale sweat, farts and various other stains that cling to this massive sheet of fabric that you could use as a blanket. She actually expects you to use this to clean yourself? “But be quick, I need someone to feed me my breakfast once it gets delivered.”
With one last smirk down at you she strides out of the room, still stark naked. You hear the muffled sound of her talking in the other room, presumably ordering whatever disgusting meal she is having for breakfast. You are left staring at the filthy article of clothing Daphne expected you to wipe her juices off of yourself with. You would be surprised if using this would make you any cleaner judging by the smell coming off of it and the faint brown stains on the back end of it. However, the thought of Daphne coming back in and seeing you not doing what she told you to do. So, grudgingly, you bring the soiled pair of panties to your face and begin to rub your face into them, fighting the urge to gag as the stale smell of Daphne’s awful lower half overwhelms your senses. You manage to get the wet, disgusting vaginal fluid off of you but when it is immediately replaced by weeks old sweat and body odour you don’t know if it’s any better.
The thudding impacts of Daphne’s heavy footfalls signal her return while your face is still buried in her underwear.
“Aw would you look at that, after spending all night under my belly you miss my ass so much that you’ve chose the back end of my panties. I always knew my ass was your favourite, bitch boy. Don’t worry though, you’ll get all the ass you could ever want when we’re shooting today,” as she says this you pull the underwear away from your face and realise that yes, you had chosen the back end to ‘clean’ your face with, and not just the back end, the part that would face inward on her ass. Why had you done that? You could have used one of the side straps, they are more than big enough. All this punishment and negative reinforcement from Daphne must be messing with your head!
With a smirk, Daphne moved towards her dresser, putting an extra sway in her hips. This causes her pale, doughy buns to ripple and jiggle, making you nauseous. As Daphne starts to look through her dresser for an outfit to wear you are trying to get your head straight.
If you aren’t careful, Daphne may end up being successful in morphing you into her perfect slave. The fear she instills in you could very easily turn to adoration if you give in to it. You can’t let this fat bitch do that to you!
As you were distracted trying to clear your head, Daphne had picked out an outfit.
“Hey shrimp, get your head out of your ass and get over here!” Not wanting to anger Daphne you turned to see a horrific sight. Daphne had pulled on a crop top that only covered her humongous breasts, pushing them tightly to her chest and giving her a cleavage that you could almost get lost in.
She is mid way through pulling up a far too small miniskirt up her thick, wobbling thighs. It seems to be getting stuck just below the shelf of her ass.
“Get over here and help me get this up over my ass. Your weak little noodle arms probably won’t be able to do much but ya never know, might surprise yourself.”
You climb up onto the bed with no small amount of effort and begin to make your way over to the other side.
“Took you long enough,” Daphne’s mocking is something you are getting used to fairly quickly, but you don’t let that fact distract you for too long before you hook your arms underneath the skirt and try to pull it up with all your might. It barely shifts an inch.
“You’ll never get it if you do it like that ya little sissy. You gotta get right in there, you don’t need to pretend you don’t love my ass so just get over yourself,” she seems to be getting more frustrated with you, she does realise you are only just over two feet tall, right? If she is struggling to get it up then you’ll never manage it. Despite these thoughts, you lean in close, your head and shoulders brushing the opening of her cavernous crack, and start to pull with all your might. You strain and struggle to pull it up, going red in the face but you feel that you are making no visible progress. The tugging and shifting jiggles the massive pale slabs of meat on either side of your head, causing them to slam into your head repeatedly.
After a few moments of this with no progress being made, Daphne let’s out a frustrated sigh before you feel her pudgy hand on the back of your head and forces your head into her crack before letting out a long, horrendous fart. It lasts around ten seconds and it fills your lungs with the rotten fumes since you breathed in surprise when Daphne grabbed the back of your head. After the fart ends you are released from her grip and you fall back into the bed, coughing and retching from the gassy invasion of your lungs with tears in your eyes. Your sobbing is cut short when you hear the evil woman cackling above you.
“That was too funny skidmark, expect more of that whenever you can’t do what I order you to, can’t let disappointments like that go unpunished, and I get the feeling that you’ll be disappointing me more and more as you get smaller,” as she says this she looks down in mock surprise as she sees that the zipper of her skirt had been zipped up the whole time. She looks down at you with a small “oops” before effortlessly pulling it up once she unzips it. She just wanted to watch you struggle to humiliate you, when she could have easily done it herself.
As you recover from your gassing, you look up at Daphne, now fully dressed. Her outfit covers none of her massive stomach, still slightly stretched out from her feast from the night before. It hangs low over the thin skirt that only covers the top half of her ass cheeks, leaving the bottom half of her rump completely exposed. As expected, she is going without underwear, but her thick, jiggly thighs and drooping stomach cover anything that normal people wouldn’t want to expose to the public anyway.
As she catches you looking, Daphne grins at you.
“Like what you see twerp? I picked this skirt for good reason, this way I don’t even need to drop my pants to shove you up into your favourite place, much less effort on my part. Plus it makes me look hot as hell, wouldn’t you agree?”
You stood in silence for a few seconds before an impatient look from Daphne tells you she expects an answer.
“Um, y-you l-look great Daphne, so hot...” you stammer out the lie quickly, but Daphne doesn’t seem convinced.
“Aw come on, you call that a compliment? Tell me how you really feel about how I look.”
You fight back the urge to tell her that she looks like a disgusting overfed landwhale, knowing that saying that would result in swift punishment, even if it was the truth. You swallow your pride once again and decide to feed the already inflated ego of the scantily clad behemoth in front of you.
“You look amazing Daphne, honestly a goddess. I’m so lucky to serve someone as amazing and powerful as you are for what little time I have left,” you almost gag, choking on the words as they leave your mouth, but her lack of expression change tells you she expects more flattery. “...And when my time comes, I’m overjoyed that it will be in feeding you. Giving you one last pleasure of having me feed you and fill your stomach, eventually becoming a part of your... amazing body.”
You were almost on the verge of tears as you said those words, but Daphne finally looked happy with your flattery.
“Good, I’m glad to hear you say that, and I’m sure your mom will be too,” as she says this you hear the words that you just said repeated from behind her, as Daphne reveals her phone in her had that had been behind her back. She had recorded you!
“Once I play this to your mom and sell her some bullshit about you recording it when I wasn’t looking you will never be able to convince her you don’t love me. Good job shrimp, you’ve helped me out a lot with that. Also nice to know how good you are at flattery, I think I’ll get you to compliment me like that every morning.”
You can’t believe how horrible Daphne continually proves herself to be, she is pure evil! You find yourself once again sinking deep into despair, the small amount of hope you gained from the knowledge that Daphne won’t be using you as a toilet snuffed out in an instant.
A knock at the door distracts Daphne from further tormenting you. She turns, giving you one last cruel grin, before turning and leaving the room.
Moments later she comes back, carrying a bag with the logo of a nearby Mexican restaurant, the paper bag soaked with grease from whatever artery clogging meal she has ordered.
“Ahh, breakfast burritos, my favourite. Although we’re running late, so I’ll need to eat them in the car. So let’s get you back in your usual place.”
You fight the urge to run as Daphne approaches the bed and turns around, presenting her planetary backside to you. As it hovers over you, you realise that she wasn’t kidding when she said she wouldn’t need to adjust her skirt to fit you up there, there is almost a full foot and a half of ass crack on display, and it is descending fast towards you. The skirt doesn’t even restrict her cheeks from spreading as she drops, sending you rocketing back up into that familiar abyss.
The familiar crushing from her glutes begins as she leaves, you can only wonder what horrors will await you when she gets to your mom’s house.
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