All Daphne Wants is You
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Fuck me. Your mom just had a major case of shrinking. I think she might have lost a whole foot,” Daphne moans, reaching between her chunky thighs and stroking her pussy with several fingers. She’s getting off on it, you can feel her smelly, hot breath hitting the top of your head as she pants. You wonder if she’s going to start masturbating right now. She’d done it several times in the car, usually while shoving your face between her legs to work her fat twat. The grumbling of her stomach stops her pre-fingering and she instead reaches for her greasy food,
“You never shrunk this fast, at this pace I’ll have your mom up my ass by bedtime and down my throat by lunch tomorrow. Guess dumb skanks shrink faster than stupid shitheads,” Daphne chuckled as though she had said something clever. You stare up from your sweaty, jiggly prison of disgusting flesh, watching Daphne unwrap a burrito thicker than your waist and longer then your whole body. She crams it into her mouth, taking a big, messy bite that sends bits of salsa, rice, beans and meat dripping down to her chest and you. You barely notice the burrito filling rain as your too busy thinking hard about what you’ve heard.
“Are you really going to eat my mom as soon as she is small enough?” You ask, horrified at the thought. Your mom might be neglectful towards you, but you don’t hate her. You can never imagine hating anyone enough to want them to be eaten by this she-beast.
“No, I’m going to care for her and give her lots of love, of course I’m going to fucking eat her. Why wouldn’t I?” Daphne asked with her mouth still full. Bits of food go flying, hitting everything from her lap to the dashboard to the windshield. Asking her questions while she ate was a mistake and you know it as a bit of the prechewed food hits you too. You pick a big piece out of your hair and then reluctantly eat it. Compared to eating off her sweaty, greasy body the saliva-covered chunk is tasty. You take your food where you can get it, you need it to survive. You’ve learned that after the month of Hell you survived.
“But my mom really cares for you, she practically worships you. I’d think you’d at least want her around a bit to toy with. Wouldn’t she make a good slave for you even if she is tiny?” you rationalize. You have no delusions that Daphne cares about as much about your mom as she does everyone else; zero. However, for a woman that delights in dominating and using others it just makes sense that she’d enslave another tiny person and use them up for as long as she could, especially one so willing to be subjugated. Daphne should be planning to buy a collar for your mom, not eat her.
“For fuck’s sake you're dumb,” Daphne got out as she continued moving down her massive burrito. She made these disgusting grunting and groaning noises as she crammed it in that were like a pig choking to death. She had cheese and sauce spread over her lips and chins and even more covering you. The spiciness of the food was making her sweat, turning the clammy grip of her fat udders into a slippery swamp that you struggled to keep from being completely sucked down into. You could feel her belly against your legs churning and groaning, filling fast as she ate like her life depended on it. With a final snap of her jaws, she finished enough food to feed a family and leaned back, squishing your now smaller mom under her smelly, enormous booty.
“Listen up because if you keep asking stupid questions, I’m going to see how deep up my ass crack I can stick you and mommy dearest,” Daphne said as she grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up. You thought she was just bringing you closer to make a point, but then her dripping wet, slimy maw opened wide and she forced your head in. She started licking and sucking on your head, getting all the food that had dribbled down on you. Between being forced against her powerful, revolting tongue and feeling it slap all over your face, she explained herself to you. “What don’t you understand, shithead? Your mom is never going to be a replacement for you. I don’t need a new slave; I have the perfect little toy that is already broken in and can keep me entertained. I’m not collecting you fuckers, once your mom can go down my throat she’s going down. You should want me to eat her because that would make me happy. You want me happy, right?”
Before you could stop yourself, the words came spilling out. “I want you happy.” The only reason you’re not dead already is because you made her happy, you're now hardwired to do whatever is necessary. Realizing quickly that to accomplish that your mom would be eaten left you with a cold, numb feeling deep in your gut. You really are broken as you see fully where this conversation started from. You wanted Daphne to enslave your mom because you knew the alternative was worse. Escaping, reasoning with her or overpowering her never even crossed your mind for a second. You truly can’t imagine disobeying Daphne and she knows it.
“I’m saving my napkins, lick the burrito grease from my lips,” she orders you as you hang before her oversized mouth. You stick your tongue out and start licking, eating the disgusting leftovers right off the plush, wrinkled lips of this ugly cow. You get your tongue into every crevice, licking feverishly to get every last bit you can. You are doing your duty, the only thing you can do and by the time your done Daphne is opening her mouth again. Her tongue meets yours as she gives you what might be the closest thing to a French kiss two people your size can do as humiliating and vile as this is, you find your cock jumping to life. You see it now as you submit to her while filled with complete shame, you are the perfect little toy for a sadistic fuck like Daphne.
“I’ll finish the rest at home. I got a craving to fuck my two new toys. Let’s hope mommy isn’t broken in two under my ass. She’s been a little bit too still since we parked,” Daphne said as she shifted her ass around, grinding your poor mom further into the also abused car seat. As Daphne’s ass cheeks tenderize Cheri, you start worrying your mom might not be okay. You barely survived being under the fat monster, your mom might not be that lucky. A stray thought comes to you, maybe it would be better for your mom if she did die right now and spared herself what was going to come.
“PPPHHHEERRRTTTT!!!” A billowing fart followed Daphne’s snicker echoed inside the car. The nasty smell quickly reached you and you wrinkled your nose. It was bad, but you’d faced these farts directly and from her cleavage they were bearable. Your mom on the other hand was getting the full gas treatment and was probably in even more agony as her lungs burned and she gurgled helplessly trying to breathe. You’d been in that position plenty of times.
Daphne gets home, but doesn’t get out right away, she lets out another fart, this one much smaller. You don’t say or move, letting her do as she wants while silently wondering how Cheri is doing. You are now about half convinced dying right now might be best for your mom. As horrible as that is, and all of this is so very horrible, there’s no way out of this alive for her. Under Daphne or inside her, Cheri was done for. As Daphne rose, grabbing you and dangling you in the air, she peered down at her seat to see your now smaller mom and the condition she was in.
“You never shrunk this fast, at this pace I’ll have your mom up my ass by bedtime and down my throat by lunch tomorrow. Guess dumb skanks shrink faster than stupid shitheads,” Daphne chuckled as though she had said something clever. You stare up from your sweaty, jiggly prison of disgusting flesh, watching Daphne unwrap a burrito thicker than your waist and longer then your whole body. She crams it into her mouth, taking a big, messy bite that sends bits of salsa, rice, beans and meat dripping down to her chest and you. You barely notice the burrito filling rain as your too busy thinking hard about what you’ve heard.
“Are you really going to eat my mom as soon as she is small enough?” You ask, horrified at the thought. Your mom might be neglectful towards you, but you don’t hate her. You can never imagine hating anyone enough to want them to be eaten by this she-beast.
“No, I’m going to care for her and give her lots of love, of course I’m going to fucking eat her. Why wouldn’t I?” Daphne asked with her mouth still full. Bits of food go flying, hitting everything from her lap to the dashboard to the windshield. Asking her questions while she ate was a mistake and you know it as a bit of the prechewed food hits you too. You pick a big piece out of your hair and then reluctantly eat it. Compared to eating off her sweaty, greasy body the saliva-covered chunk is tasty. You take your food where you can get it, you need it to survive. You’ve learned that after the month of Hell you survived.
“But my mom really cares for you, she practically worships you. I’d think you’d at least want her around a bit to toy with. Wouldn’t she make a good slave for you even if she is tiny?” you rationalize. You have no delusions that Daphne cares about as much about your mom as she does everyone else; zero. However, for a woman that delights in dominating and using others it just makes sense that she’d enslave another tiny person and use them up for as long as she could, especially one so willing to be subjugated. Daphne should be planning to buy a collar for your mom, not eat her.
“For fuck’s sake you're dumb,” Daphne got out as she continued moving down her massive burrito. She made these disgusting grunting and groaning noises as she crammed it in that were like a pig choking to death. She had cheese and sauce spread over her lips and chins and even more covering you. The spiciness of the food was making her sweat, turning the clammy grip of her fat udders into a slippery swamp that you struggled to keep from being completely sucked down into. You could feel her belly against your legs churning and groaning, filling fast as she ate like her life depended on it. With a final snap of her jaws, she finished enough food to feed a family and leaned back, squishing your now smaller mom under her smelly, enormous booty.
“Listen up because if you keep asking stupid questions, I’m going to see how deep up my ass crack I can stick you and mommy dearest,” Daphne said as she grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up. You thought she was just bringing you closer to make a point, but then her dripping wet, slimy maw opened wide and she forced your head in. She started licking and sucking on your head, getting all the food that had dribbled down on you. Between being forced against her powerful, revolting tongue and feeling it slap all over your face, she explained herself to you. “What don’t you understand, shithead? Your mom is never going to be a replacement for you. I don’t need a new slave; I have the perfect little toy that is already broken in and can keep me entertained. I’m not collecting you fuckers, once your mom can go down my throat she’s going down. You should want me to eat her because that would make me happy. You want me happy, right?”
Before you could stop yourself, the words came spilling out. “I want you happy.” The only reason you’re not dead already is because you made her happy, you're now hardwired to do whatever is necessary. Realizing quickly that to accomplish that your mom would be eaten left you with a cold, numb feeling deep in your gut. You really are broken as you see fully where this conversation started from. You wanted Daphne to enslave your mom because you knew the alternative was worse. Escaping, reasoning with her or overpowering her never even crossed your mind for a second. You truly can’t imagine disobeying Daphne and she knows it.
“I’m saving my napkins, lick the burrito grease from my lips,” she orders you as you hang before her oversized mouth. You stick your tongue out and start licking, eating the disgusting leftovers right off the plush, wrinkled lips of this ugly cow. You get your tongue into every crevice, licking feverishly to get every last bit you can. You are doing your duty, the only thing you can do and by the time your done Daphne is opening her mouth again. Her tongue meets yours as she gives you what might be the closest thing to a French kiss two people your size can do as humiliating and vile as this is, you find your cock jumping to life. You see it now as you submit to her while filled with complete shame, you are the perfect little toy for a sadistic fuck like Daphne.
“I’ll finish the rest at home. I got a craving to fuck my two new toys. Let’s hope mommy isn’t broken in two under my ass. She’s been a little bit too still since we parked,” Daphne said as she shifted her ass around, grinding your poor mom further into the also abused car seat. As Daphne’s ass cheeks tenderize Cheri, you start worrying your mom might not be okay. You barely survived being under the fat monster, your mom might not be that lucky. A stray thought comes to you, maybe it would be better for your mom if she did die right now and spared herself what was going to come.
“PPPHHHEERRRTTTT!!!” A billowing fart followed Daphne’s snicker echoed inside the car. The nasty smell quickly reached you and you wrinkled your nose. It was bad, but you’d faced these farts directly and from her cleavage they were bearable. Your mom on the other hand was getting the full gas treatment and was probably in even more agony as her lungs burned and she gurgled helplessly trying to breathe. You’d been in that position plenty of times.
Daphne gets home, but doesn’t get out right away, she lets out another fart, this one much smaller. You don’t say or move, letting her do as she wants while silently wondering how Cheri is doing. You are now about half convinced dying right now might be best for your mom. As horrible as that is, and all of this is so very horrible, there’s no way out of this alive for her. Under Daphne or inside her, Cheri was done for. As Daphne rose, grabbing you and dangling you in the air, she peered down at her seat to see your now smaller mom and the condition she was in.
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