Daphne calls up your mom
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
As you lay on Daphne’s thigh, dripping anal slime onto her bare skin, the heat of passion having already left you, you simply feel empty. You submitted fully to Daphne today, willingly crawling up her asshole and then getting off on her disgusting, bloated stomach. Feelings of shame and self hatred flood your mind and you can’t even muster the energy to shed tears over what your life has become. Daphne has broken you so utterly that you barely even feel human anymore, and in this moment you aren’t even blaming her, you are blaming yourself for submitting to her, you should be stronger than this.
Staring up to the ceiling you promise to yourself that you will do better, you won’t falter again like you just did, but as your had creeps up and rubs the collar around your neck, you know deep down that you are lying to yourself, if you had any mental strength left to fight Daphne’s conditioning you wouldn’t have done what you just did.
“You know what, shitstain? I’m still horny,” Daphne breaks the silence and you can’t help but whimper, she is going to inflict more horrible treatment on you to get herself off again. You aren’t sure you can handle whatever she was planning along with the self loathing you are feeling right now. As you whimper, she continues. “I think I’ll call up your momma. She’s been back for a few days and I think it’s time for her to eat me out while I use you as a buttplug again. I’m actually kinda surprised she hasn’t called by to see how deeply you’re falling in love with me, but I guess most real people are too busy to check in on my sex toys.”
As Daphne cackles and insults you, you dwell on how much your mom had failed you since you caught this disease. She thought that the best way to help you would be to allow you to be tortured by her obese friend while she filmed, and then left you with this monster at the first opportunity for her to gain anything.
Daphne roughly grabs you by the torso and lifts you up off of her thigh, interrupting your wallowing.
She waddles over to the bathroom before roughly dropping you into the frigid embrace of the cold water in the toilet. This was often where Daphne would get you to clean yourself off on the rare occasion she allowed you that luxury, and it never got any less humiliating to clean yourself in the receptacle for her shit.
The toilet is mercifully unfilled, but the smell of her last bowel movement that she had taken before the cops arrived still lingers, making you take shallow breaths to avoid gagging. As much as she has constantly threatened it, having you wash yourself in filthy toilet water has been the closest Daphne has ever actually gotten to using you as a toilet, you imagine she is just waiting for the right moment to do it, probably in front of your mom to just drag out the torture further.
“Clean yourself up while I go call your mom, see if she wants a booty call,” Daphne saunters back out of the bathroom, leaving you to stew in the stinking toilet that has been stained an almost permanent off-colour from constant use.
You begin to scrub yourself, struggling to actually clean yourself without the use of soap or a sponge. You unconsciously focus more on keeping your collar clean than your at first, but realise how stupid you are being and change to trying to clean yourself.
The frigid water does little to actually clean you, but you at least manage to get the more recent filth off of your body using it, leaving a film of filth floating on the surface of the water around you.
You shiver uncontrollably, almost missing the warmth between Daphne’s buns, before you realise how insane that sounds and checking yourself. You need to be strong and suppress the conditioning she has inflicted on you. If she is going to take you to see your mom, you need to be prepared to tell her how horribly Daphne has been treating you, maybe her casualness about all of this has come about because you have been too scared to speak up, so you need to tell her now and hope she can get you away from Daphne before it’s too late.
Before you can even get close to feeling clean, the thudding footsteps of your elephantine tormentor returning cause you to look up over the toilet bowl to see her return, now fully dressed once again. Fully dressed being a generous description, she is once again wearing a tube top and miniskirt that leaves about 80% of her bloated body on full display.
Seeing your shivering body and chittering teeth, Daphne lets out a throaty laugh.
“Aw, is the little piece of shit too cold in the toilet?” She pouts, pretending to show sympathy for your situation. “You can always crawl back up my ass if you are too cold. Would you like that?”
You don’t answer, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her, but it does take some willpower to avoid automatically saying yes to her.
Seeing the struggle on your face to avoid answering her, Daphne grins, seeing how close you are to being hers, mind, body and soul.
“Doesn’t really matter anyway, once we get to your mom’s house you’ll be going back up there willingly, and you’ll stay up there while I fuck the shit out of her,” Daphne is practically already dripping at the thought of it. “But she has some news for you first, didn’t tell me what it was. Maybe she’s got another shoot to go to, and will leave you with me for another month?”
Your eyes go wide at the thought, another month of this, hell, even another week, and you feel like you’ll completely lose yourself.
“Anyway, we should get going, wouldn’t want to keep your mommy waiting, now would we?”
Daphne picks you up out of the toilet with one hand, once again showing just how small you are in comparison to her now, before carrying you, still dripping toilet water, into the living room.
She drops you onto a pair of discarded underwear and instructs you to dry yourself off. You feel like using her unwashed underwear to dry yourself defeats the point in even washing yourself in the first place, but then again you aren’t exactly clean anyway after washing yourself in the toilet.
“Let’s get going, lover,” she cackles at the her most ironic nickname of you, before picking you up again. “You can cushion my ass on the drive over.”
Daphne once again, without even needing to shift her miniskirt, pushes you up between the pale, doughy buns that you are now so familiar with. She had evidently ran a towel between them or something because you don’t feel like you are slipping from the sweat in here, if anything it has become sticky enough to hold you in place.
Content you are secure, Daphne clenches her cheeks once, subjecting you to immense pressure which forces the air from your lungs, and causes you to have to fill them once again with air filtered through her ass, before waddling her way to her car.
Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you are crushed under the familiar weight of her massive form. You feel the flesh surrounding you jiggle as the engine starts, and then you hear a rumble come from deep within the ass above you.
“Oh, looks like you’re going to have some fresh air down there my little bitch,” Daphne’s muffled voice reaches you even down in the depths of her massive ass. “I want you to worm your way up to my hole and plug it. I don’t want to smell anything coming from this ass the whole journey. If you don’t do what I tell you I’ll just shove you up there and tell your mom that I left you at home.”
Knowing that you need to talk with Cheri to tell her what Daphne has been doing to you, you sigh and begin to work your way upwards. You feel the car lurch into motion just as you reach her sphincter, still an intimidating sight even after you’ve been fully on the other side of it. Seeing it puff outwards, ready to blow, you resign yourself to a car ride’s worth of torture and shove your face into the oily, stinking orifice.
*****
The car journey didn’t last long, but to you it felt like an eternity, as you were forced to inhale Daphne’s gas right from the source.
Delirious from the fumes, you didn’t even notice Daphne walking from her car to the apartment you used to live in.
Your head clears as you hear muffled conversation, you can barely hear your mom through the tonnes of blubber surrounding you, but Daphne’s voice almost sounds... reassuring? Is something wrong?
The part that worries you, however, is the fact that Daphne is clenching her cheeks in a way that you have learned she does when she is excited about something.
You feel Daphne’s hand grab you by the legs and pull you out from her ass, holding you upside down before dropping you on the couch.
Looking past Daphne’s monolithic form towards your mom, she looks sad, worried about something. You don’t fully realise what is wrong until Daphne moves to Cheri and hugs her and then you see... Cheri is about a foot shorter than she should be!
You start to go into a panic, if Cheri also has the shrinking disease then there really is no one to save you from Daphne, and your mom is in more danger than she realises.
Cheri turns to you, eyes wet with tears. She opens her mouth to speak.
1) She has found a way to cure herself, but it means taking the money you raised from doing porn with Daphne and leaving you to shrink away to nothing. She really has lost all feelings for you.
2) Daphne has agreed to let Cheri move in with you two, so she can “look after” you both. Daphne grins maliciously as Cheri says this.
3) Too emotional to handle what she is feeling right now, Cheri wants to have sex with Daphne. Daphne goes along with her plan to shove you up her ass while they do it.
Staring up to the ceiling you promise to yourself that you will do better, you won’t falter again like you just did, but as your had creeps up and rubs the collar around your neck, you know deep down that you are lying to yourself, if you had any mental strength left to fight Daphne’s conditioning you wouldn’t have done what you just did.
“You know what, shitstain? I’m still horny,” Daphne breaks the silence and you can’t help but whimper, she is going to inflict more horrible treatment on you to get herself off again. You aren’t sure you can handle whatever she was planning along with the self loathing you are feeling right now. As you whimper, she continues. “I think I’ll call up your momma. She’s been back for a few days and I think it’s time for her to eat me out while I use you as a buttplug again. I’m actually kinda surprised she hasn’t called by to see how deeply you’re falling in love with me, but I guess most real people are too busy to check in on my sex toys.”
As Daphne cackles and insults you, you dwell on how much your mom had failed you since you caught this disease. She thought that the best way to help you would be to allow you to be tortured by her obese friend while she filmed, and then left you with this monster at the first opportunity for her to gain anything.
Daphne roughly grabs you by the torso and lifts you up off of her thigh, interrupting your wallowing.
She waddles over to the bathroom before roughly dropping you into the frigid embrace of the cold water in the toilet. This was often where Daphne would get you to clean yourself off on the rare occasion she allowed you that luxury, and it never got any less humiliating to clean yourself in the receptacle for her shit.
The toilet is mercifully unfilled, but the smell of her last bowel movement that she had taken before the cops arrived still lingers, making you take shallow breaths to avoid gagging. As much as she has constantly threatened it, having you wash yourself in filthy toilet water has been the closest Daphne has ever actually gotten to using you as a toilet, you imagine she is just waiting for the right moment to do it, probably in front of your mom to just drag out the torture further.
“Clean yourself up while I go call your mom, see if she wants a booty call,” Daphne saunters back out of the bathroom, leaving you to stew in the stinking toilet that has been stained an almost permanent off-colour from constant use.
You begin to scrub yourself, struggling to actually clean yourself without the use of soap or a sponge. You unconsciously focus more on keeping your collar clean than your at first, but realise how stupid you are being and change to trying to clean yourself.
The frigid water does little to actually clean you, but you at least manage to get the more recent filth off of your body using it, leaving a film of filth floating on the surface of the water around you.
You shiver uncontrollably, almost missing the warmth between Daphne’s buns, before you realise how insane that sounds and checking yourself. You need to be strong and suppress the conditioning she has inflicted on you. If she is going to take you to see your mom, you need to be prepared to tell her how horribly Daphne has been treating you, maybe her casualness about all of this has come about because you have been too scared to speak up, so you need to tell her now and hope she can get you away from Daphne before it’s too late.
Before you can even get close to feeling clean, the thudding footsteps of your elephantine tormentor returning cause you to look up over the toilet bowl to see her return, now fully dressed once again. Fully dressed being a generous description, she is once again wearing a tube top and miniskirt that leaves about 80% of her bloated body on full display.
Seeing your shivering body and chittering teeth, Daphne lets out a throaty laugh.
“Aw, is the little piece of shit too cold in the toilet?” She pouts, pretending to show sympathy for your situation. “You can always crawl back up my ass if you are too cold. Would you like that?”
You don’t answer, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her, but it does take some willpower to avoid automatically saying yes to her.
Seeing the struggle on your face to avoid answering her, Daphne grins, seeing how close you are to being hers, mind, body and soul.
“Doesn’t really matter anyway, once we get to your mom’s house you’ll be going back up there willingly, and you’ll stay up there while I fuck the shit out of her,” Daphne is practically already dripping at the thought of it. “But she has some news for you first, didn’t tell me what it was. Maybe she’s got another shoot to go to, and will leave you with me for another month?”
Your eyes go wide at the thought, another month of this, hell, even another week, and you feel like you’ll completely lose yourself.
“Anyway, we should get going, wouldn’t want to keep your mommy waiting, now would we?”
Daphne picks you up out of the toilet with one hand, once again showing just how small you are in comparison to her now, before carrying you, still dripping toilet water, into the living room.
She drops you onto a pair of discarded underwear and instructs you to dry yourself off. You feel like using her unwashed underwear to dry yourself defeats the point in even washing yourself in the first place, but then again you aren’t exactly clean anyway after washing yourself in the toilet.
“Let’s get going, lover,” she cackles at the her most ironic nickname of you, before picking you up again. “You can cushion my ass on the drive over.”
Daphne once again, without even needing to shift her miniskirt, pushes you up between the pale, doughy buns that you are now so familiar with. She had evidently ran a towel between them or something because you don’t feel like you are slipping from the sweat in here, if anything it has become sticky enough to hold you in place.
Content you are secure, Daphne clenches her cheeks once, subjecting you to immense pressure which forces the air from your lungs, and causes you to have to fill them once again with air filtered through her ass, before waddling her way to her car.
Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you are crushed under the familiar weight of her massive form. You feel the flesh surrounding you jiggle as the engine starts, and then you hear a rumble come from deep within the ass above you.
“Oh, looks like you’re going to have some fresh air down there my little bitch,” Daphne’s muffled voice reaches you even down in the depths of her massive ass. “I want you to worm your way up to my hole and plug it. I don’t want to smell anything coming from this ass the whole journey. If you don’t do what I tell you I’ll just shove you up there and tell your mom that I left you at home.”
Knowing that you need to talk with Cheri to tell her what Daphne has been doing to you, you sigh and begin to work your way upwards. You feel the car lurch into motion just as you reach her sphincter, still an intimidating sight even after you’ve been fully on the other side of it. Seeing it puff outwards, ready to blow, you resign yourself to a car ride’s worth of torture and shove your face into the oily, stinking orifice.
*****
The car journey didn’t last long, but to you it felt like an eternity, as you were forced to inhale Daphne’s gas right from the source.
Delirious from the fumes, you didn’t even notice Daphne walking from her car to the apartment you used to live in.
Your head clears as you hear muffled conversation, you can barely hear your mom through the tonnes of blubber surrounding you, but Daphne’s voice almost sounds... reassuring? Is something wrong?
The part that worries you, however, is the fact that Daphne is clenching her cheeks in a way that you have learned she does when she is excited about something.
You feel Daphne’s hand grab you by the legs and pull you out from her ass, holding you upside down before dropping you on the couch.
Looking past Daphne’s monolithic form towards your mom, she looks sad, worried about something. You don’t fully realise what is wrong until Daphne moves to Cheri and hugs her and then you see... Cheri is about a foot shorter than she should be!
You start to go into a panic, if Cheri also has the shrinking disease then there really is no one to save you from Daphne, and your mom is in more danger than she realises.
Cheri turns to you, eyes wet with tears. She opens her mouth to speak.
1) She has found a way to cure herself, but it means taking the money you raised from doing porn with Daphne and leaving you to shrink away to nothing. She really has lost all feelings for you.
2) Daphne has agreed to let Cheri move in with you two, so she can “look after” you both. Daphne grins maliciously as Cheri says this.
3) Too emotional to handle what she is feeling right now, Cheri wants to have sex with Daphne. Daphne goes along with her plan to shove you up her ass while they do it.
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