Daphne's Unaware Slave
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I’m going to stay with you for a while until they can find a cure for me. I can’t believe this is happening to me, I’m so scared and alone, but thank God for you, Daphne, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my best friend and I’ll never forget this. Once I’m back to normal I swear I’ll pay you back for this and so much more.” You listen to your mom blather on, shocked and dismayed by what she was saying. Thinking about her joining you in enslavement to Daphne made you sick to your stomach as you could see the fat monster doing everything, she’d done to you to your sweet, gullible mom. Still, you found yourself feeling a tiny bit betrayed and angry at what you’d heard before. Your mom fully believes and is working towards a cure for herself while when it was your life on the line, she didn’t seem to care half as much. You tell yourself that she did care and was hoping to cure you, but it’s hard to convince yourself of that when she’s been ghosting you for a month without a single word.
“Maybe you can find a way to pay me back right now. I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement,” Sandra said in a husky voice, her smile directed at Cheri but her eyes darting towards you. A horrible feeling goes down your back as you know exactly what Daphne considers an agreement; do what she says or suffer greatly. Your mom’s smile brightens up the whole room as she nods gleefully, fully on board to be helpful to her best friend and new care provider.
“I’m going to grab some things, I’ll be right back,” Cheri says in a sing-song voice, her fear replaced by excitement and joy that she’ll be close to Daphne. Daphne just grins at her while she leaves, a sinister chuckle escaping her once Cheri is out of the room. Moving back, she drops her half-ton ass on the couch just inches from you, giving you a fright and bouncing you up. Tilting her head back, Daphne continues to snicker to herself before eventually getting control of herself.
“Fuck, your mom is one dumb slut. I swear, if I knew years ago how easy it was to wrap her around my finger, I would have been trading her ass for drugs and money to everyone I know. I see where you got your brains from, shit-stain,” Daphne says, not holding anything back. You wish you could record her and show your mom what her best friend really thought about her. Maybe then she’d see and start caring about you.
“My mom’s not dumb, she just trusts and cares about you,” you say feebly, your excuse seeming weak even to your own ears. Honestly, trusting or caring about someone like Daphne didn’t seem very smart, but maybe your mom saw something that wasn’t there that made her put so much faith in the horrible woman. Yeah, that’s got to be it, you tell yourself as you keep trying to self-justify everything.
“Don’t be a moron, she’s just hot for me. She wants a piece of this ass and who can blame her. Now she’s all mine, I’m going to use her like a fucking wash towel and get her into every nock and cranny of this sexy bod. I bet she’ll love eating my ass,” Daphne said, her tongue sticking out as she let out lewd, revolting noises that made you want to vomit. You looked at Daphne, unable to even muster the courage to beg her to spare your mom when you saw her smile drop. “Yeah, she’ll totally be into it, probably hump my leg like some overexcited dog half the time she’s with me. She’ll make those annoying moaning sounds when she’s getting off, loving every second of the pain and humiliation I put her through.”
You blink twice, Daphne sounded almost… upset. When she spoke about your mom’s willingness to serve her there was none of the sadistic excitement, she showed with you, just annoyance and frustration. You didn’t understand Daphne, didn’t want to understand the evil, whale of a woman. She was the sickest person you’ve ever met both in body and mind, but shouldn’t this be a dream come true for her? Everything was coming up perfectly for her and she should be looking forward to every single horrible thing in store for Cheri. However, she just seems annoyed.
“I’m ready to go, Daphne!” Cheri returns with two large suitcases full of all her belongings. Daphne takes one look at the stuff your mom has brought and stands up, a scowl on her face. You tremble slightly, worried she was going to take whatever anger she was suddenly feeling out on you. Instead, she just starts walking to the door.
“Leave the crap behind and take your son,” she orders, showing the rude, nasty side of herself to Cheri. You hope slightly that this might alert your mom that something was off, but she just smiled and nods. She’s already well trained. Going to pick you up, she makes no comment on your size, smell, or the fact that you look underfed and bruised. The only thing she notices is Daphne. Another stab of disappointment hits you hard at how you're dismissed. More excuses for your mom’s behavior, how she’s distracted by her own problems, trusts Daphne to care for you, thinks your fine, fill your head to comfort you. But the pain of her neglect doesn’t go away.
Cheri carries you like a baby, cradling your naked body as she follows Daphne. This is the first time you’ve been handled with care, treated as something other than a piece of property. You should feel a huge relief to be held by your mom, but she feels so cold, so boney, you find yourself unhappy to be held with her. With a sharp intake of breath, you realize that you’d prefer Daphne to hold you right now besides Cheri. That being with Daphne felt more natural than this, it felt right. By the time you reach Daphne’s car, you feel numb at how messed up you’ve become.
“You wanted to start paying me back for taking care of you, Cheri. You can begin repaying me by being my car seat for the ride back. You’re the right size to fit under my ass without getting lost in my ass crack, like your pathetic son,” Daphne says flippantly. Your eyes widen in shock. Not that Daphne is insulting you to your mom, but that she wants someone else under her ass beside you. Looking at your mom, your ready to tell her that she doesn’t have to do this, she doesn’t have to humiliate herself for her so-called friends’ amusement. Your disturbed to find Cheri biting her lower lip as she excitedly nods her head at Daphne.
“I’d really love to help you, Daphne,” Cheri tells her, eyeing her friend with the kind of lust that leaves you even more confused. Someone wanting to be sat on by Daphne just didn’t compute in your mind, it was like someone wanting to hit themselves in the nuts over and over. It was just insanity.
“Don’t think, I forgot about you, lover,” Daphne tells you, her pudgy, greasy fingers already grabbing you. The scared look on your face makes Daphne laugh and she lifts you a bit higher, placing your feet above her cleavage. Whimpering, you feel her sliding you between her huge, drooping breasts, the flesh coated in sweat, grease, and bits of food from her binge eating. Daphne takes her time, feeding you to her boobs, the heavy balls of fat wobbling as they enveloped your entire body. It wasn’t as bad as her ass crack, but it was still tight, gross, and very disturbing to be pushed into the narrow, dank valley. She gets you neck-deep, your legs rubbing into her belly as the rest of you is crushed in hot, slippery titty flesh. Just your head is poking out, Daphne checks a mirror and sees your miserable face nestled right in her cleavage, and lets out a little moan. Seeing your misery is just what she needs apparently.
“Ready to go!” Cheri calls out from the seat as Daphne looks back at her. With her good mood suddenly ripped away, Daphne gets into the car, lifting her huge, bare ass over your mom as she sits behind her. She’s only lost a foot but already that ass has to look huge. As it comes down on her lap, you can hear your mom letting out a breath as she discovers exactly what being a human cushion feels like. If she thinks that’s bad just wait until she’s small enough to fit between those fat buns. They say misery loves company, but you never wanted this for your mom, never in a million years.
“Maybe you can find a way to pay me back right now. I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement,” Sandra said in a husky voice, her smile directed at Cheri but her eyes darting towards you. A horrible feeling goes down your back as you know exactly what Daphne considers an agreement; do what she says or suffer greatly. Your mom’s smile brightens up the whole room as she nods gleefully, fully on board to be helpful to her best friend and new care provider.
“I’m going to grab some things, I’ll be right back,” Cheri says in a sing-song voice, her fear replaced by excitement and joy that she’ll be close to Daphne. Daphne just grins at her while she leaves, a sinister chuckle escaping her once Cheri is out of the room. Moving back, she drops her half-ton ass on the couch just inches from you, giving you a fright and bouncing you up. Tilting her head back, Daphne continues to snicker to herself before eventually getting control of herself.
“Fuck, your mom is one dumb slut. I swear, if I knew years ago how easy it was to wrap her around my finger, I would have been trading her ass for drugs and money to everyone I know. I see where you got your brains from, shit-stain,” Daphne says, not holding anything back. You wish you could record her and show your mom what her best friend really thought about her. Maybe then she’d see and start caring about you.
“My mom’s not dumb, she just trusts and cares about you,” you say feebly, your excuse seeming weak even to your own ears. Honestly, trusting or caring about someone like Daphne didn’t seem very smart, but maybe your mom saw something that wasn’t there that made her put so much faith in the horrible woman. Yeah, that’s got to be it, you tell yourself as you keep trying to self-justify everything.
“Don’t be a moron, she’s just hot for me. She wants a piece of this ass and who can blame her. Now she’s all mine, I’m going to use her like a fucking wash towel and get her into every nock and cranny of this sexy bod. I bet she’ll love eating my ass,” Daphne said, her tongue sticking out as she let out lewd, revolting noises that made you want to vomit. You looked at Daphne, unable to even muster the courage to beg her to spare your mom when you saw her smile drop. “Yeah, she’ll totally be into it, probably hump my leg like some overexcited dog half the time she’s with me. She’ll make those annoying moaning sounds when she’s getting off, loving every second of the pain and humiliation I put her through.”
You blink twice, Daphne sounded almost… upset. When she spoke about your mom’s willingness to serve her there was none of the sadistic excitement, she showed with you, just annoyance and frustration. You didn’t understand Daphne, didn’t want to understand the evil, whale of a woman. She was the sickest person you’ve ever met both in body and mind, but shouldn’t this be a dream come true for her? Everything was coming up perfectly for her and she should be looking forward to every single horrible thing in store for Cheri. However, she just seems annoyed.
“I’m ready to go, Daphne!” Cheri returns with two large suitcases full of all her belongings. Daphne takes one look at the stuff your mom has brought and stands up, a scowl on her face. You tremble slightly, worried she was going to take whatever anger she was suddenly feeling out on you. Instead, she just starts walking to the door.
“Leave the crap behind and take your son,” she orders, showing the rude, nasty side of herself to Cheri. You hope slightly that this might alert your mom that something was off, but she just smiled and nods. She’s already well trained. Going to pick you up, she makes no comment on your size, smell, or the fact that you look underfed and bruised. The only thing she notices is Daphne. Another stab of disappointment hits you hard at how you're dismissed. More excuses for your mom’s behavior, how she’s distracted by her own problems, trusts Daphne to care for you, thinks your fine, fill your head to comfort you. But the pain of her neglect doesn’t go away.
Cheri carries you like a baby, cradling your naked body as she follows Daphne. This is the first time you’ve been handled with care, treated as something other than a piece of property. You should feel a huge relief to be held by your mom, but she feels so cold, so boney, you find yourself unhappy to be held with her. With a sharp intake of breath, you realize that you’d prefer Daphne to hold you right now besides Cheri. That being with Daphne felt more natural than this, it felt right. By the time you reach Daphne’s car, you feel numb at how messed up you’ve become.
“You wanted to start paying me back for taking care of you, Cheri. You can begin repaying me by being my car seat for the ride back. You’re the right size to fit under my ass without getting lost in my ass crack, like your pathetic son,” Daphne says flippantly. Your eyes widen in shock. Not that Daphne is insulting you to your mom, but that she wants someone else under her ass beside you. Looking at your mom, your ready to tell her that she doesn’t have to do this, she doesn’t have to humiliate herself for her so-called friends’ amusement. Your disturbed to find Cheri biting her lower lip as she excitedly nods her head at Daphne.
“I’d really love to help you, Daphne,” Cheri tells her, eyeing her friend with the kind of lust that leaves you even more confused. Someone wanting to be sat on by Daphne just didn’t compute in your mind, it was like someone wanting to hit themselves in the nuts over and over. It was just insanity.
“Don’t think, I forgot about you, lover,” Daphne tells you, her pudgy, greasy fingers already grabbing you. The scared look on your face makes Daphne laugh and she lifts you a bit higher, placing your feet above her cleavage. Whimpering, you feel her sliding you between her huge, drooping breasts, the flesh coated in sweat, grease, and bits of food from her binge eating. Daphne takes her time, feeding you to her boobs, the heavy balls of fat wobbling as they enveloped your entire body. It wasn’t as bad as her ass crack, but it was still tight, gross, and very disturbing to be pushed into the narrow, dank valley. She gets you neck-deep, your legs rubbing into her belly as the rest of you is crushed in hot, slippery titty flesh. Just your head is poking out, Daphne checks a mirror and sees your miserable face nestled right in her cleavage, and lets out a little moan. Seeing your misery is just what she needs apparently.
“Ready to go!” Cheri calls out from the seat as Daphne looks back at her. With her good mood suddenly ripped away, Daphne gets into the car, lifting her huge, bare ass over your mom as she sits behind her. She’s only lost a foot but already that ass has to look huge. As it comes down on her lap, you can hear your mom letting out a breath as she discovers exactly what being a human cushion feels like. If she thinks that’s bad just wait until she’s small enough to fit between those fat buns. They say misery loves company, but you never wanted this for your mom, never in a million years.
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