Look before you squeez
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
tier-fett
Linda got back up to her feet and looked in the mirror. Of course half of the immage was distorted. She had tooth-paste now where was that tooth-brush? She has to feel around for it a bit. While she is looking around she turns on the faucet and the water wushes down into the sink. She was careful not to squeez the thooth-paste bottle too hard because she didn't want the open tube to squrt all over her hand.
Jack couldn't breath. His arms are traped he can't kick. His mother's grip is keeping him from taking a full breath. The pain was so great that his erection was fading away.
"Ah-ha," Linda says finding her tooth brush. She pickes it up and brings it to run under the faucet.
Jack feels ill. He can't breath, there is nothing pleasant about this. The shanking about only made it worse. Every other second he was turned up and his world view was filled with Linda. Then he was being lifted up higher than before. He concentrated on his next breath of air but even in this state he saw his mothers already large boobs get biger and biger. Then Jack was dipped forward.
Linda wasn't watching what she was doing. She was looking at herself in the mirror with her "good eye" while habit carried the rest. She brought the wet tooth-brush to the tooth-paste bottle and then started to squeeze in a practiced motion starting from the base and working her grip up to the neck, tightening the pinky and ring finger first then middle and index then the tumb right at the top expecting to force out the mint paste.
Jack couldn't hold it, a finger the size of a tree log compressed around his stumach and he - BLAH! the entire contents of his stomach came out. He didn't even see where it went only felt the nausa of it and the lack of air. Linda only turned him back up and broght him back down away from her. Jack was blinking his eyes trying to get a clear look at what just happened...
Linda opened her mouth, the brush going in - SPEW, she spat out into the sink. "What the Helll?" she said to no one. She dropped the tooth-paste and leaned over the sink cuping water in her hands and rinsing her mouth out. "Ah, what." she tried looking around for her tooth-paste, what had she put in her mouth. Had she grabbed the wrong bottle? She looked around for two seconds then gave up. She needed her glasses. Leaving her blouse behind she went out the bathroom door and down the hall to get them. Her toung was running up and down her gums and teeth getting whatever that crap had been. Could tooth-paste go bad?
Jack couldn't breath. His arms are traped he can't kick. His mother's grip is keeping him from taking a full breath. The pain was so great that his erection was fading away.
"Ah-ha," Linda says finding her tooth brush. She pickes it up and brings it to run under the faucet.
Jack feels ill. He can't breath, there is nothing pleasant about this. The shanking about only made it worse. Every other second he was turned up and his world view was filled with Linda. Then he was being lifted up higher than before. He concentrated on his next breath of air but even in this state he saw his mothers already large boobs get biger and biger. Then Jack was dipped forward.
Linda wasn't watching what she was doing. She was looking at herself in the mirror with her "good eye" while habit carried the rest. She brought the wet tooth-brush to the tooth-paste bottle and then started to squeeze in a practiced motion starting from the base and working her grip up to the neck, tightening the pinky and ring finger first then middle and index then the tumb right at the top expecting to force out the mint paste.
Jack couldn't hold it, a finger the size of a tree log compressed around his stumach and he - BLAH! the entire contents of his stomach came out. He didn't even see where it went only felt the nausa of it and the lack of air. Linda only turned him back up and broght him back down away from her. Jack was blinking his eyes trying to get a clear look at what just happened...
Linda opened her mouth, the brush going in - SPEW, she spat out into the sink. "What the Helll?" she said to no one. She dropped the tooth-paste and leaned over the sink cuping water in her hands and rinsing her mouth out. "Ah, what." she tried looking around for her tooth-paste, what had she put in her mouth. Had she grabbed the wrong bottle? She looked around for two seconds then gave up. She needed her glasses. Leaving her blouse behind she went out the bathroom door and down the hall to get them. Her toung was running up and down her gums and teeth getting whatever that crap had been. Could tooth-paste go bad?
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