Rides and Threats
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You thought that at least as you got smaller the jiggly, pasty ass cheeks wouldn’t be crushing you as much, but like most things you were dead wrong. Daphne has you wedged firmly between her buns, wedged firmly where the two boulders like slabs meet and there is not even the tiniest gap. Being smaller just means you have even less strength to push against the greasy flab as it crushes you. You're up to your ankles in her ass crack, the tiny portion of your feet dangling out from her crack like some toilet paper she had accidentally left back there while wiping. The smell is so bad, not bathing has certainly only added to the rancid smell of shit and sweat that fills the ass crack. You squirm as best you can as Daphne moves, giving you no more second thoughts as she heads to her car. She knows a tiny bit of you is sticking out but doesn’t care. What’s someone going to say, is that a tiny man sticking out of the bottom of your crack, or are you having a flesh-colored shit?
You have no idea she’s reached the car until she sits down, and you sink even further into her ass crack, your legs further getting sucked up until only your bare feet are left to feel the cool air. She wiggles her bottom into the seat, the cheeks battering your body as they slide along your abused form. Her muffled laughter from above makes you groan. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling you between my ass cheeks. How about when you’re small enough I’ll sew you into the back of my thong so you can bake in my sweaty, gassy ass all day. I want you to know my shitter real well because eventually, you’ll be leaving through it after my bellies done with you.” She laughs again, pausing as you hear her loudly chew something and start the car. She’s eating those fast-food breakfast burritos as she drives. If you’re lucky she’ll get into an accident and kill you both.
She keeps driving and eating, you can hear her insides gurgle as she fuels the never-ending hunger inside her. You get a very bad feeling about her breakfast; most likely she’ll be farting up a storm again and you’re at ground zero. You’re not even sure how close you are to her anus as all you can feel is clammy, sticky ass flab pushing into you. Your hopes for an accident almost come true as Daphne drives through a red light, the screeching of car tires and honking momentarily distracting you from your Hell. Nothing happens though as all the near car crash does is caught Daphne to start swearing and speed up. Her increase of speed pushes her ass further into her seat, her cheeks clenching down on you. You try to moan in pain but find ass crack rubbing a bit too close to your mouth. Silently sweating and aching in the tight crevice, you wait for Daphne to arrive at your mom’s place, and then maybe you can get help.
Help? That thought dies as soon as it enters your mind. Your mom is wrapped so tightly around Daphne’s finger nothing short of a full confession from the fat bitch will convince her that you’re not here willingly. You have no idea why your mom would ever think you’d want this, what kind of sicko would. Then again, she had always been oblivious to Daphne’s darker nature, thinking her more cruel and nasty actions were just harmless fun or she was kidding. She trusted Daphne completely and now you were paying the price for her naivety.
Daphne eventually reached her designation after several more reckless driving encounters and three more burritos. Feeling her get up and start moving was almost a relief as her ass cheeks eased up just a tiny bit from crushing you nearly to death to only suffocating and pulverizing your puny body. She headed into the apartment building where your mom lived, taking the stairs for the extra time to feel you squish between her cheeks. Before she reached the front door, she paused, tugging at her too small dress before rubbing her bloated, greasy ass almost tenderly. She had come to appreciate your time together, appreciate the enjoyment she got out of your suffering and pain. You were the best toy she’d had for a long time and wanted to make sure she got every twisted desire out of her system before you became her lunch.
“I’m going to see your mom now and you will behave or else I’m going to make the last twenty-four hours seem like a vacation,” Daphne threatened. You didn’t believe her, there was no way she could possibly make your life even worse. You were confident you had faced the worse she could do. As though sensing you weren’t taking her threats seriously, Daphne gruffly informed you of exactly what she’ll do to you. “If you try and get me into trouble I’ll force down your throat every single disgusting thing my body can produce until your stomach bursts and then before you die I’m going to drop you into a deep frier and have me a crispy style loser for lunch. Or maybe I’ll just force you into the garbage disposal. Or maybe I’ll just bite off each of your fucking limbs until I tear your fucking head off. Or maybe I’ll do something even worse, something as nasty and painful but that will keep you alive to suffer. Do not fuck with me!”
You blink back tears as all the blood drains from your face. The threats weren’t the most terrifying part, it was the fact that you believed her now that left you scared shitless. Daphne would do all that and more, you know it deep in your soul. You expected threats but nothing this bad because you’re not a fucking psychopath who can dream up shit like that. You don’t know what’s worse, that Daphne would kill you that graphicly or that she’d prefer not to because she enjoys torturing you so much. Either way, you’re going to have to be extra careful now or your life was over.
Daphne continues on like nothing had happened, getting to your mom and your old apartment and opening the door without knocking. A happy squeal that reminds you of a pig getting slaughtered. “Cheri! How are you doing, girlfriend?” Daphne shrieks as she hugs her old porno making buddy and current partner. Even though her arms don’t go around the massive woman, Cheri returns the hug.
“Actually, I’m doing pretty good. At first, I couldn’t stop crying when I thought about my poor baby and what’s happening to him, but then I thought about how he was with you. He is such a lonely, sensitive boy, I never told him, but I was sure he’d never get a girlfriend. Now he has you, one of the most smoking hot girls I know. He must have had so much fun with you last night with you. It’s amazing how tragedy can bring people together,” Cheri sighed dreamily. You heard everything, even though it was muffled by the thick, gelatinous flesh around you, but you still didn’t believe it. How in God’s name could your mother believe any of that? Not only did it drive you insane to think your own mother thought you were happy with this, but to make matters worse she actually feels good about your untimely death. All those threats Daphne made were forgotten as you wanted to scream and cry at your mom over everything you overheard.
“I have to admit, I’ve really come to care about your son. Even though if I’m being honest, he’s kind of a freaky little pervert. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff he asked me to do,” Daphne lightly said, almost sounding embarrassed. You felt lightheaded as everything you heard just spun around in your head. What kind of insane reality was Daphne trying to get your mom to believe in? She made it sound like you were the one calling the shots, it was so insane you had to laugh. It came out as a broken, half sob but it was some kind of laugh. The noise alerts your mom of where you are as she looks between Daphne’s chunky thighs and sees your feet just poking out a little from the crack.
“It seems that you have him tucked away somewhere warm and comfortable.” You wouldn’t call this warm and comfortable, more scorching, and horrific. You listen as your mom asks Daphne a question.
You have no idea she’s reached the car until she sits down, and you sink even further into her ass crack, your legs further getting sucked up until only your bare feet are left to feel the cool air. She wiggles her bottom into the seat, the cheeks battering your body as they slide along your abused form. Her muffled laughter from above makes you groan. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling you between my ass cheeks. How about when you’re small enough I’ll sew you into the back of my thong so you can bake in my sweaty, gassy ass all day. I want you to know my shitter real well because eventually, you’ll be leaving through it after my bellies done with you.” She laughs again, pausing as you hear her loudly chew something and start the car. She’s eating those fast-food breakfast burritos as she drives. If you’re lucky she’ll get into an accident and kill you both.
She keeps driving and eating, you can hear her insides gurgle as she fuels the never-ending hunger inside her. You get a very bad feeling about her breakfast; most likely she’ll be farting up a storm again and you’re at ground zero. You’re not even sure how close you are to her anus as all you can feel is clammy, sticky ass flab pushing into you. Your hopes for an accident almost come true as Daphne drives through a red light, the screeching of car tires and honking momentarily distracting you from your Hell. Nothing happens though as all the near car crash does is caught Daphne to start swearing and speed up. Her increase of speed pushes her ass further into her seat, her cheeks clenching down on you. You try to moan in pain but find ass crack rubbing a bit too close to your mouth. Silently sweating and aching in the tight crevice, you wait for Daphne to arrive at your mom’s place, and then maybe you can get help.
Help? That thought dies as soon as it enters your mind. Your mom is wrapped so tightly around Daphne’s finger nothing short of a full confession from the fat bitch will convince her that you’re not here willingly. You have no idea why your mom would ever think you’d want this, what kind of sicko would. Then again, she had always been oblivious to Daphne’s darker nature, thinking her more cruel and nasty actions were just harmless fun or she was kidding. She trusted Daphne completely and now you were paying the price for her naivety.
Daphne eventually reached her designation after several more reckless driving encounters and three more burritos. Feeling her get up and start moving was almost a relief as her ass cheeks eased up just a tiny bit from crushing you nearly to death to only suffocating and pulverizing your puny body. She headed into the apartment building where your mom lived, taking the stairs for the extra time to feel you squish between her cheeks. Before she reached the front door, she paused, tugging at her too small dress before rubbing her bloated, greasy ass almost tenderly. She had come to appreciate your time together, appreciate the enjoyment she got out of your suffering and pain. You were the best toy she’d had for a long time and wanted to make sure she got every twisted desire out of her system before you became her lunch.
“I’m going to see your mom now and you will behave or else I’m going to make the last twenty-four hours seem like a vacation,” Daphne threatened. You didn’t believe her, there was no way she could possibly make your life even worse. You were confident you had faced the worse she could do. As though sensing you weren’t taking her threats seriously, Daphne gruffly informed you of exactly what she’ll do to you. “If you try and get me into trouble I’ll force down your throat every single disgusting thing my body can produce until your stomach bursts and then before you die I’m going to drop you into a deep frier and have me a crispy style loser for lunch. Or maybe I’ll just force you into the garbage disposal. Or maybe I’ll just bite off each of your fucking limbs until I tear your fucking head off. Or maybe I’ll do something even worse, something as nasty and painful but that will keep you alive to suffer. Do not fuck with me!”
You blink back tears as all the blood drains from your face. The threats weren’t the most terrifying part, it was the fact that you believed her now that left you scared shitless. Daphne would do all that and more, you know it deep in your soul. You expected threats but nothing this bad because you’re not a fucking psychopath who can dream up shit like that. You don’t know what’s worse, that Daphne would kill you that graphicly or that she’d prefer not to because she enjoys torturing you so much. Either way, you’re going to have to be extra careful now or your life was over.
Daphne continues on like nothing had happened, getting to your mom and your old apartment and opening the door without knocking. A happy squeal that reminds you of a pig getting slaughtered. “Cheri! How are you doing, girlfriend?” Daphne shrieks as she hugs her old porno making buddy and current partner. Even though her arms don’t go around the massive woman, Cheri returns the hug.
“Actually, I’m doing pretty good. At first, I couldn’t stop crying when I thought about my poor baby and what’s happening to him, but then I thought about how he was with you. He is such a lonely, sensitive boy, I never told him, but I was sure he’d never get a girlfriend. Now he has you, one of the most smoking hot girls I know. He must have had so much fun with you last night with you. It’s amazing how tragedy can bring people together,” Cheri sighed dreamily. You heard everything, even though it was muffled by the thick, gelatinous flesh around you, but you still didn’t believe it. How in God’s name could your mother believe any of that? Not only did it drive you insane to think your own mother thought you were happy with this, but to make matters worse she actually feels good about your untimely death. All those threats Daphne made were forgotten as you wanted to scream and cry at your mom over everything you overheard.
“I have to admit, I’ve really come to care about your son. Even though if I’m being honest, he’s kind of a freaky little pervert. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff he asked me to do,” Daphne lightly said, almost sounding embarrassed. You felt lightheaded as everything you heard just spun around in your head. What kind of insane reality was Daphne trying to get your mom to believe in? She made it sound like you were the one calling the shots, it was so insane you had to laugh. It came out as a broken, half sob but it was some kind of laugh. The noise alerts your mom of where you are as she looks between Daphne’s chunky thighs and sees your feet just poking out a little from the crack.
“It seems that you have him tucked away somewhere warm and comfortable.” You wouldn’t call this warm and comfortable, more scorching, and horrific. You listen as your mom asks Daphne a question.
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