Saying You're Her Bitch
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Your body aches all over after last night’s bout of shrinking. You’ve lost more then half your height, putting you at no bigger then a toddler. You close your eyes and shudder not in pain, but just fear over what Jenna was going to do to you. Yesterday you could at least fight back, not well, but you were tall enough to punch her in the face if she got too cruel. Now you were utterly helpless, she could overpower you with one hand and make you do anything she wants. Yesterday you should have run, gone anywhere but here. Even a complete stranger would probably be kinder then your mom was going to be. You want to hope for pity, but you knew she didn’t have any.
“Are you awake yet, you lazy fuck?” Jenna walks into your room without a care, a cigarette hanging from her lips. She’s wearing that ugly pink, furry robe your dad bought her last Christmas. The first thing you notice she that she didn’t have her robe closed and you could see nearly everything. She only had on a cheetah spotted pair of panties, letting you see her firm, big breasts hanging there freely. You know how cruel this woman is, your humiliation last night was still fresh in your mind, but when you look at her you instantly get hard.
“Holy shit, you got small last night,” Jenna says, nearly dropping her cigarette in surprise. She regains her composure quickly and takes a big drag of her smoke, slowly letting it out as she studies you. “Looks like some parts of you are really small, not that they were ever that big to begin with. I know you weren’t that impressive, but now it’s practically nonexistent.”
You cover your crotch, knowing it would do nothing to stop her taunting. There’s a million things you want to say to your mom, fuck you was the biggest one. But when she moves closer, her body towering over you, any reply dies in your throat. All it will take is one mistake and she would do unimaginable things to you, didn’t matter that you were her son, it never did. She reaches towards you, her hand bigger then your head and you flinch. She shoves your hands away and grabs your crotch. You take a sharp intake of breath as her palm presses down on your erection.
“You get hard for mommy, you little freak?” She asks as she lifts her cigarette from her full, plump lips. She blows some smoke in your face, making you cough. She smiles that merciless, evil smile that makes you feel so small, only now you really are. She licks her lips and leans in, her lips inches from your face. For one crazy moment you think she’s going to eat you. Open that mouth and gobble you down like a tasty treat. A deep feeling of dead settles in your stomach at the thought that you will soon be small enough for her to literally eat you whole. Turning you into a meal was just the kind of cruel, heartless thing your mom would do.
“You can get a boner, jerk off or hump the floor like a dog for all I care. Truth be told, I kinda like it that even a bitch like you recognizes how Goddamn sexy I am. Look all you want, but if it gets in the way of what I need, I’ll introduce you to one of my boy toys and you can see what a real cock looks like. Would you like to be some horny frat boys jerk off toy? I bet you would, you fucking bitch.”
“No,” you weakly say, squirming as Jenna tightens her grip against your cock. You can’t think of anything worse then being used like that. At least your mom was sexy, you’d much rather have a beautiful woman making your life hell then a guy who could do any disgusting thing he wants to you. Suddenly it hits you, what your mom wants to hear you say, why she’s telling you what will happen if you're not her perfect slave.
“I want to be only your bitch.”
You nearly vomit at saying that. It makes you feel more sick then when you licked your mom’s feet, drank her foot water or were forced to give you head. Your mom wanted you not only humiliated, but also asking to be humiliated. You were meant to know who was in charge so you never fought back, not once. It felt like you were giving up your humanity to please this cold-hearted bitch.
“Good boy.” It was the first praise you’d gotten in a long time, but your mom said it with the same reverence that someone would give their dog for not peeing on the rug.
“Come on, I have stuff a tiny bitch like you can do,” she bluntly tells you before scooping you up in her arms. She holds you against her chest as she heads out of your room, not bothering to pull her robe closed. Pressed up against her huge bare tits, you decide that even though she was mentally torturing you, you’d enjoy this. Her soft tits wobble against you, nipples bigger they your thumb poking you. Finally you get one small benefit from this screwed up disease; maybe if you put up with your mom’s cruelty there will be more.
“Are you awake yet, you lazy fuck?” Jenna walks into your room without a care, a cigarette hanging from her lips. She’s wearing that ugly pink, furry robe your dad bought her last Christmas. The first thing you notice she that she didn’t have her robe closed and you could see nearly everything. She only had on a cheetah spotted pair of panties, letting you see her firm, big breasts hanging there freely. You know how cruel this woman is, your humiliation last night was still fresh in your mind, but when you look at her you instantly get hard.
“Holy shit, you got small last night,” Jenna says, nearly dropping her cigarette in surprise. She regains her composure quickly and takes a big drag of her smoke, slowly letting it out as she studies you. “Looks like some parts of you are really small, not that they were ever that big to begin with. I know you weren’t that impressive, but now it’s practically nonexistent.”
You cover your crotch, knowing it would do nothing to stop her taunting. There’s a million things you want to say to your mom, fuck you was the biggest one. But when she moves closer, her body towering over you, any reply dies in your throat. All it will take is one mistake and she would do unimaginable things to you, didn’t matter that you were her son, it never did. She reaches towards you, her hand bigger then your head and you flinch. She shoves your hands away and grabs your crotch. You take a sharp intake of breath as her palm presses down on your erection.
“You get hard for mommy, you little freak?” She asks as she lifts her cigarette from her full, plump lips. She blows some smoke in your face, making you cough. She smiles that merciless, evil smile that makes you feel so small, only now you really are. She licks her lips and leans in, her lips inches from your face. For one crazy moment you think she’s going to eat you. Open that mouth and gobble you down like a tasty treat. A deep feeling of dead settles in your stomach at the thought that you will soon be small enough for her to literally eat you whole. Turning you into a meal was just the kind of cruel, heartless thing your mom would do.
“You can get a boner, jerk off or hump the floor like a dog for all I care. Truth be told, I kinda like it that even a bitch like you recognizes how Goddamn sexy I am. Look all you want, but if it gets in the way of what I need, I’ll introduce you to one of my boy toys and you can see what a real cock looks like. Would you like to be some horny frat boys jerk off toy? I bet you would, you fucking bitch.”
“No,” you weakly say, squirming as Jenna tightens her grip against your cock. You can’t think of anything worse then being used like that. At least your mom was sexy, you’d much rather have a beautiful woman making your life hell then a guy who could do any disgusting thing he wants to you. Suddenly it hits you, what your mom wants to hear you say, why she’s telling you what will happen if you're not her perfect slave.
“I want to be only your bitch.”
You nearly vomit at saying that. It makes you feel more sick then when you licked your mom’s feet, drank her foot water or were forced to give you head. Your mom wanted you not only humiliated, but also asking to be humiliated. You were meant to know who was in charge so you never fought back, not once. It felt like you were giving up your humanity to please this cold-hearted bitch.
“Good boy.” It was the first praise you’d gotten in a long time, but your mom said it with the same reverence that someone would give their dog for not peeing on the rug.
“Come on, I have stuff a tiny bitch like you can do,” she bluntly tells you before scooping you up in her arms. She holds you against her chest as she heads out of your room, not bothering to pull her robe closed. Pressed up against her huge bare tits, you decide that even though she was mentally torturing you, you’d enjoy this. Her soft tits wobble against you, nipples bigger they your thumb poking you. Finally you get one small benefit from this screwed up disease; maybe if you put up with your mom’s cruelty there will be more.
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