Staying Just A Bit Longer
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Now that’s what I call a meal,” you sigh happily as you sit back on your plate and pat your stomach. There were a few benefits to being a couple inches tall, one of the best ones was that you could stuff yourself and your metabolism could burn it off before you gained a single pound. You had once eaten half your weight in chocolate and not gained a single pound. It was one of the things your wife really hated about you. She didn’t think it was fair that you got to eat anything you wanted while she was still trying to fit into her swimsuit for the summer. Thinking about Angela causes something to click in your brain.
“Crap, I still haven’t called her,” you mutter to yourself just soft enough so the little terror beside you doesn’t hear you swearing. Standing up, you make your way to Joyce and wave your hands to grab her attention. “Thanks for the meal Joyce, but I really have to call Angela now. She’ll kill me for not calling sooner and telling her what happened.”
“Oh don’t worry about her. While you were sleeping in my bosom I gave her a call, it went to voicemail, but I left her a message that you were here with Jet and to call me back right away,” Joyce assures you with a smile. You smile back, but something nags you in the back of your mind; is Joyce telling the truth? She could easily be lying to have you stay longer, but so far she’s been so nice you can’t see her flat out lying to your face like this. You could call Angela yourself, but then Joyce would know you didn’t trust her and you know that would hurt her feelings.
“Also you don’t have to worry about Jet,” Joyce said as you were still in the middle of thinking. “I checked on Mandy while you slept and found her coming out of the bathroom with your little boy. I explained that she couldn’t eat him anymore and took him away.” Rising up, Joyce moved over to the kitchen and grabbed a cookie jar shaped like a cat off the top of the fridge. Removing the lid, she lowered the jar until you saw your tiny, naked son curled up right in the middle of a chocolate chip cookie twice his size.
“Why’s he in your cookie jar?” You ask. You remembered how Tulip loved to trap you in jars with cookies, jellybeans and peanuts and blindly reach in, eating whatever her fingers could find. It was just one of her not so fun games.
“Well since someone can’t keep her hands off Jet,” Joyce paused to look at Mandy who just played with what was left of her food. “I thought I’d put him somewhere that she couldn’t reach and was secure. The cookie jar just seemed like the safest place for him from greedy little hands.”
“Smart and cute, you’re the full package Joyce,” you chuckle as Joyce closes the lid and puts your son back high above the ground. Okay, you’ve decided to trust Joyce. She’s only been kind to you, if not a little playful, but otherwise she’s been a good friend and someone you don’t have to worry about. Too much time with hungry kids, sadistic sisters and weirdoes that think you’re a sex toy and not a person has left you a bit paranoid. You had to trust someone.
“God mom, why’d you stick that brat in our cookie jar? He, like, came out of Mandy’s butt. That’s just gross,” Natalie groaned as she put down her phone in the middle of texting. Getting up, she strutted out of the kitchen without a second look at her mother. “I’m going out with the girls, I’ll be home late.”
“How late?” Joyce called out, but got no response except Natalie opening and slamming the front door behind her. Joyce exhaled loudly, slumping a little bit into her chair. Dealing with teenagers was rough, they have sat you on enough for you to know that most were more then a little aggravating.
“I’m going to my room. It’s not fair that mommy can play with the dolly-man, but not me,” Mandy said as she left her unfinished plate and scampered off with just as much haste as her big sister.
“Hey I’m not a dolly-man, I’m just a man!” You call out to her, with Joyce there your comfortable enough to talk back to the hungry twerp. You then move closer to Joyce, patting her on the hand as she watched her family abandon her without a second thought. “My sisters were the same when they were Natalie and Mandy’s ages, just be thankful you don’t have to count on them to watch a shrunken brother.”
Joyce giggled at that, her other hand reaching down to scoop you up. Holding you gently in her hand, she runs her finger over your naked back. “Personally, I’d have loved it if I’d had a third child your size. I could have carried him with me, cared for him all the time and never made him feel alone. Why can’t all children be handheld?”
“No clue. I’m happy Jenny isn’t tiny like her brother or me but sometimes I wish she were like us. It would make it much harder for her to eat us.”
“If you want children to stop mistaking you for candy then maybe you should stop being so sweet,” Joyce giggles and then lowers you back between her heaving breasts. By now you’re pretty much used to this, you’re no longer freaked out to be wrapped in this busty housewives tits. She slides you in, but pushes you a bit too deep and your head pops in. Trapped in the dark, enclosed cleavage, you bounce around as she moves, the soft flesh rubbing you in pleasant ways. You keep your member down this time, able to not focus on how nice this all feels. You only stay in the cleavage for a few shaky, warm minutes before your plucked out. What you see instantly makes you tense up.
“Since the girls don’t want to spend the evening with mommy, then we might as well have some adult time for ourselves. My husband won’t be home all evening, you don’t mind keeping you company?” She tries to sound innocent, just a lonely housewife looking to spend an evening gossiping with a family friend. However, she’s brought you to her bedroom and has a bottle of wine open beside the bed. This feels like the start of something really, really bad. Or really, really good, all depends on your point of view.
“Care for a drink?” Before you can answer she’s already pouring a glass of wine for herself and you. Placing you beside her bottle, she lowered a small saucer of wine for you to drink from. Looking at the red, still liquid you start to feel really uncomfortable. A cleavage ride was one thing, sharing a nightcap was something entirely different. Then again, you were just thinking about how paranoid you were and how you needed to start trusting people.
“Crap, I still haven’t called her,” you mutter to yourself just soft enough so the little terror beside you doesn’t hear you swearing. Standing up, you make your way to Joyce and wave your hands to grab her attention. “Thanks for the meal Joyce, but I really have to call Angela now. She’ll kill me for not calling sooner and telling her what happened.”
“Oh don’t worry about her. While you were sleeping in my bosom I gave her a call, it went to voicemail, but I left her a message that you were here with Jet and to call me back right away,” Joyce assures you with a smile. You smile back, but something nags you in the back of your mind; is Joyce telling the truth? She could easily be lying to have you stay longer, but so far she’s been so nice you can’t see her flat out lying to your face like this. You could call Angela yourself, but then Joyce would know you didn’t trust her and you know that would hurt her feelings.
“Also you don’t have to worry about Jet,” Joyce said as you were still in the middle of thinking. “I checked on Mandy while you slept and found her coming out of the bathroom with your little boy. I explained that she couldn’t eat him anymore and took him away.” Rising up, Joyce moved over to the kitchen and grabbed a cookie jar shaped like a cat off the top of the fridge. Removing the lid, she lowered the jar until you saw your tiny, naked son curled up right in the middle of a chocolate chip cookie twice his size.
“Why’s he in your cookie jar?” You ask. You remembered how Tulip loved to trap you in jars with cookies, jellybeans and peanuts and blindly reach in, eating whatever her fingers could find. It was just one of her not so fun games.
“Well since someone can’t keep her hands off Jet,” Joyce paused to look at Mandy who just played with what was left of her food. “I thought I’d put him somewhere that she couldn’t reach and was secure. The cookie jar just seemed like the safest place for him from greedy little hands.”
“Smart and cute, you’re the full package Joyce,” you chuckle as Joyce closes the lid and puts your son back high above the ground. Okay, you’ve decided to trust Joyce. She’s only been kind to you, if not a little playful, but otherwise she’s been a good friend and someone you don’t have to worry about. Too much time with hungry kids, sadistic sisters and weirdoes that think you’re a sex toy and not a person has left you a bit paranoid. You had to trust someone.
“God mom, why’d you stick that brat in our cookie jar? He, like, came out of Mandy’s butt. That’s just gross,” Natalie groaned as she put down her phone in the middle of texting. Getting up, she strutted out of the kitchen without a second look at her mother. “I’m going out with the girls, I’ll be home late.”
“How late?” Joyce called out, but got no response except Natalie opening and slamming the front door behind her. Joyce exhaled loudly, slumping a little bit into her chair. Dealing with teenagers was rough, they have sat you on enough for you to know that most were more then a little aggravating.
“I’m going to my room. It’s not fair that mommy can play with the dolly-man, but not me,” Mandy said as she left her unfinished plate and scampered off with just as much haste as her big sister.
“Hey I’m not a dolly-man, I’m just a man!” You call out to her, with Joyce there your comfortable enough to talk back to the hungry twerp. You then move closer to Joyce, patting her on the hand as she watched her family abandon her without a second thought. “My sisters were the same when they were Natalie and Mandy’s ages, just be thankful you don’t have to count on them to watch a shrunken brother.”
Joyce giggled at that, her other hand reaching down to scoop you up. Holding you gently in her hand, she runs her finger over your naked back. “Personally, I’d have loved it if I’d had a third child your size. I could have carried him with me, cared for him all the time and never made him feel alone. Why can’t all children be handheld?”
“No clue. I’m happy Jenny isn’t tiny like her brother or me but sometimes I wish she were like us. It would make it much harder for her to eat us.”
“If you want children to stop mistaking you for candy then maybe you should stop being so sweet,” Joyce giggles and then lowers you back between her heaving breasts. By now you’re pretty much used to this, you’re no longer freaked out to be wrapped in this busty housewives tits. She slides you in, but pushes you a bit too deep and your head pops in. Trapped in the dark, enclosed cleavage, you bounce around as she moves, the soft flesh rubbing you in pleasant ways. You keep your member down this time, able to not focus on how nice this all feels. You only stay in the cleavage for a few shaky, warm minutes before your plucked out. What you see instantly makes you tense up.
“Since the girls don’t want to spend the evening with mommy, then we might as well have some adult time for ourselves. My husband won’t be home all evening, you don’t mind keeping you company?” She tries to sound innocent, just a lonely housewife looking to spend an evening gossiping with a family friend. However, she’s brought you to her bedroom and has a bottle of wine open beside the bed. This feels like the start of something really, really bad. Or really, really good, all depends on your point of view.
“Care for a drink?” Before you can answer she’s already pouring a glass of wine for herself and you. Placing you beside her bottle, she lowered a small saucer of wine for you to drink from. Looking at the red, still liquid you start to feel really uncomfortable. A cleavage ride was one thing, sharing a nightcap was something entirely different. Then again, you were just thinking about how paranoid you were and how you needed to start trusting people.
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