Making use of you
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
herpaderp413
Of course, you think to yourself. Of course she wouldn't do something nice for you if she didn't think she could gain from it. If she thinks she can make you her own personal sex toy for the last few days of your life she can think again.
"Wait just a fucking minute here." You tell her angrily. "You can't just treat me like shit my whole life then decide to make me your little boy-toy when it suits you!"
She rolls her eyes at you. Sometimes you feel like the roles are reversed and you're the angry parent telling their disobedient kid off for misbehaving.
"And another thing!" You try to continue with your rant, but are suddenly interrupted. In one swift movement, Jenna plants her hand on the back of your head and forces your face down into her breasts. You've already lost a couple of inches of height and you were no star athlete before this so it was pretty easy for her to overpower you like this. You can barely breathe with your face pushed into her tits and you don't think you have the strength or the willpower to tear yourself away from her hold.
"Listen to me carefully, Michael." She addresses you very matter-of-factly. "You are no longer my son. You are now my toy. I own you and I am going to do whatever I want with you for as long as possible and then you are going to shrink away into fucking invisible speck. From this moment onwards all you will think about is how you can pleasure me. Got that?"
You are completely hypnotized by her breasts in your face. You didn't even listen to what she said and you don't care what she said either.
"I said, do you understand me?" She raises her voice as she pulls your face up to look directly at hers.
"Yeah, yeah." You tell her, eying her cleavage and continuing to ignore what she's telling you.
"God you are fucking useless." Jenna says. "I can't wait until you get small enough so I can stuff you someplace where I won't have to look at you again."
She casually struts back into the house and you follow her like a lovesick puppy, never taking your eyes off her ass as you do. When she gets inside with you she goes straight upstairs she she can get you broken-in as soon as possible.
On your way up the stairs behind her, you suddenly feel incredibly nauseous. You notice that the top of the stairs is suddenly getting further and further away. You call out to your mom ahead of you as you start to shrink.
"Wait just a fucking minute here." You tell her angrily. "You can't just treat me like shit my whole life then decide to make me your little boy-toy when it suits you!"
She rolls her eyes at you. Sometimes you feel like the roles are reversed and you're the angry parent telling their disobedient kid off for misbehaving.
"And another thing!" You try to continue with your rant, but are suddenly interrupted. In one swift movement, Jenna plants her hand on the back of your head and forces your face down into her breasts. You've already lost a couple of inches of height and you were no star athlete before this so it was pretty easy for her to overpower you like this. You can barely breathe with your face pushed into her tits and you don't think you have the strength or the willpower to tear yourself away from her hold.
"Listen to me carefully, Michael." She addresses you very matter-of-factly. "You are no longer my son. You are now my toy. I own you and I am going to do whatever I want with you for as long as possible and then you are going to shrink away into fucking invisible speck. From this moment onwards all you will think about is how you can pleasure me. Got that?"
You are completely hypnotized by her breasts in your face. You didn't even listen to what she said and you don't care what she said either.
"I said, do you understand me?" She raises her voice as she pulls your face up to look directly at hers.
"Yeah, yeah." You tell her, eying her cleavage and continuing to ignore what she's telling you.
"God you are fucking useless." Jenna says. "I can't wait until you get small enough so I can stuff you someplace where I won't have to look at you again."
She casually struts back into the house and you follow her like a lovesick puppy, never taking your eyes off her ass as you do. When she gets inside with you she goes straight upstairs she she can get you broken-in as soon as possible.
On your way up the stairs behind her, you suddenly feel incredibly nauseous. You notice that the top of the stairs is suddenly getting further and further away. You call out to your mom ahead of you as you start to shrink.
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