New Work To Do
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
pinklemons
That … was not the response you had been expecting.
“What … what do you mean?” you asked.
Your mom rolled her eyes at you. “You have to ask? Look how long it took you just to clean the house,” she said, as if it were an easy job. “And you’re only going to be getting smaller from now on. Honestly, you’re lucky I was feeling generous enough not to do your job for you.”
Only your mother. Swallowing your ire though, you forced yourself to remain calm. Your mom might be putting you down like she always did, but she had not said she wouldn’t be helping you either. Maybe if you could make your situation enough of an amusement, she might just deign to look out for you as you continued to shrink.
“What do you want me to do now?”
Your mom flashed you a predatory smile. “Well, as you’re too small to do any useful chores around the house, you’ll just have to help me out personally now, won’t you?”
You didn’t like the sound of that at all. Cleaning the house had been hard work, made demeaning by your shrinking and your mother’s negligence, but it had not been too bad. If your mother wanted you personally helping her though, you could only imagine what you would be put through. And yet…
Your eyes drifted to Jenna’s breasts against your will. You know how wrong it is, but you can’t help but notice how much bigger they look now, can’t help imagining how much bigger they will look as you continue to get smaller, and wonder just which of your mom’s personal needs you will be expected to help her with.
A smack to the side of your head brings you out of your stupor.
“Eyes up here, Michael,” your mom sneers, a finger pointing towards her eyes. Despite the frown she is wearing, you can see the cruel amusement in her eyes. “If you want to get in my good graces, little boy, that is not how you do it.”
You rub your stinging head. Figures your mom wouldn’t hold back on account of your reduced stature. “I’m sorry, Mom,” you grind out. “Please … please let me help you.”
Your mom sniffs haughtily. “Better, though not by much.” Her frown morphs into a sly smile. “Though since you asked, we can start with…”
“What … what do you mean?” you asked.
Your mom rolled her eyes at you. “You have to ask? Look how long it took you just to clean the house,” she said, as if it were an easy job. “And you’re only going to be getting smaller from now on. Honestly, you’re lucky I was feeling generous enough not to do your job for you.”
Only your mother. Swallowing your ire though, you forced yourself to remain calm. Your mom might be putting you down like she always did, but she had not said she wouldn’t be helping you either. Maybe if you could make your situation enough of an amusement, she might just deign to look out for you as you continued to shrink.
“What do you want me to do now?”
Your mom flashed you a predatory smile. “Well, as you’re too small to do any useful chores around the house, you’ll just have to help me out personally now, won’t you?”
You didn’t like the sound of that at all. Cleaning the house had been hard work, made demeaning by your shrinking and your mother’s negligence, but it had not been too bad. If your mother wanted you personally helping her though, you could only imagine what you would be put through. And yet…
Your eyes drifted to Jenna’s breasts against your will. You know how wrong it is, but you can’t help but notice how much bigger they look now, can’t help imagining how much bigger they will look as you continue to get smaller, and wonder just which of your mom’s personal needs you will be expected to help her with.
A smack to the side of your head brings you out of your stupor.
“Eyes up here, Michael,” your mom sneers, a finger pointing towards her eyes. Despite the frown she is wearing, you can see the cruel amusement in her eyes. “If you want to get in my good graces, little boy, that is not how you do it.”
You rub your stinging head. Figures your mom wouldn’t hold back on account of your reduced stature. “I’m sorry, Mom,” you grind out. “Please … please let me help you.”
Your mom sniffs haughtily. “Better, though not by much.” Her frown morphs into a sly smile. “Though since you asked, we can start with…”
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