Captured Again
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Your question was soon answered as the ground...no it seemed more like the entire "continent" you stood on was moving, December was moving for some reason. Her angered heartbeat was clearly audible from her torso and you held for dear life on some of the squishy if not dirty nipple flesh. December's anger seemed to be deep enough that you could hear it, even if by mere imagination you heard ideas of horrific tortures that you didn't even know that a kind stupid but lovable ditz like December was capable of. A small part of you actually wished you would suffer a stroke or something and for it all to end there, the last few months...they were just like a really bad nightmare and honestly a part of you wanted it to end.
It was still unreal that your sister, blood and genes was literally a continent if not a planet compared to you, a flake of her dandruff was more noticable then you, a speck of dirt on her sole, even a piece of lint in her belly button...all of it was larger than you. And that was probably how she now viewed you, dirt, lint, something not even human. Getting shrunken again had essentially killed her brother, and created a slave and Mother made it worse with her declaration of you as a slave, a lower life form.
"You little shit.." You heard December's booming voice whisper, snapping you out of your mental whining. "Once I get you out of there you'll wish Melly just ate you or that Mom used you as a sex toy." The threat had the desired effect as you gasped and felt your heartbeat fasten to probably near lethal levels. But as December reached her fingers for you as she sat upright one thing brought you comfort.
She was still a dumb blonde.
Her fingers were thousands of times too big to even come close to being able to reach into her nipple for you, all she succeeded in doing was making your hiding place shake like a blob of jello. You were shaken up, woozy, but safe, and December's fingers futilely grasping her nipple for you seemed like a beacon of hope. In fact you managed to calm down enough to make a mental joke out of the fact December's fingers were littered with thousands of microscopic specks of dirt.
"Girl needs to wash." You snickered.
Soon December gave up and let out a frustrated huff, "God dammit! How do I get you out of there?" It was then that December had an unusually bright idea for her dumb blonde self. Softly smiling deviously December leaned forward and placed her hands and knees on the bed, stuck in what appeared to be an anal sex pose as her gigantic mammeries dangled.
"If I can't get you out gravity will!"
"Oh sh-" Was all you let out before your world was literally turned upside down, now you were hanging for your life by the stretchy skin of her nipple and your hands were slowly slipping as a result of nervous sweat and December's own body oils. Below you December apparently slid something to cushion your fall, you couldn't tell what, only that it was black. Now the fall wouldn't kill you anyway so it was a matter of hanging on.
Time passed, minutes, maybe even hours and you still hung on desperately through some way. December, quickly getting angered again yelled, "Drop you little maggot!"
Whether it was her screech, December's chest movements as she said that, or simply timing your grip finally started to give way. Clawing for the squishy pink flesh you tried to find another ridge to hang on to, but it wasn't going to happen. Gravity had it's way with you and you were no midair, falling to your fate.
It was yet another near death experience, memories coming to mind, both good and bad, old aches and pains, weird realizations, the whole onsomble. In a fit of nostalgia in the cliche you landed within the black cushion December layed out for you, and you recognized it now.
"Hope you like your new home." She chuckled evilly.
You were in....
It was still unreal that your sister, blood and genes was literally a continent if not a planet compared to you, a flake of her dandruff was more noticable then you, a speck of dirt on her sole, even a piece of lint in her belly button...all of it was larger than you. And that was probably how she now viewed you, dirt, lint, something not even human. Getting shrunken again had essentially killed her brother, and created a slave and Mother made it worse with her declaration of you as a slave, a lower life form.
"You little shit.." You heard December's booming voice whisper, snapping you out of your mental whining. "Once I get you out of there you'll wish Melly just ate you or that Mom used you as a sex toy." The threat had the desired effect as you gasped and felt your heartbeat fasten to probably near lethal levels. But as December reached her fingers for you as she sat upright one thing brought you comfort.
She was still a dumb blonde.
Her fingers were thousands of times too big to even come close to being able to reach into her nipple for you, all she succeeded in doing was making your hiding place shake like a blob of jello. You were shaken up, woozy, but safe, and December's fingers futilely grasping her nipple for you seemed like a beacon of hope. In fact you managed to calm down enough to make a mental joke out of the fact December's fingers were littered with thousands of microscopic specks of dirt.
"Girl needs to wash." You snickered.
Soon December gave up and let out a frustrated huff, "God dammit! How do I get you out of there?" It was then that December had an unusually bright idea for her dumb blonde self. Softly smiling deviously December leaned forward and placed her hands and knees on the bed, stuck in what appeared to be an anal sex pose as her gigantic mammeries dangled.
"If I can't get you out gravity will!"
"Oh sh-" Was all you let out before your world was literally turned upside down, now you were hanging for your life by the stretchy skin of her nipple and your hands were slowly slipping as a result of nervous sweat and December's own body oils. Below you December apparently slid something to cushion your fall, you couldn't tell what, only that it was black. Now the fall wouldn't kill you anyway so it was a matter of hanging on.
Time passed, minutes, maybe even hours and you still hung on desperately through some way. December, quickly getting angered again yelled, "Drop you little maggot!"
Whether it was her screech, December's chest movements as she said that, or simply timing your grip finally started to give way. Clawing for the squishy pink flesh you tried to find another ridge to hang on to, but it wasn't going to happen. Gravity had it's way with you and you were no midair, falling to your fate.
It was yet another near death experience, memories coming to mind, both good and bad, old aches and pains, weird realizations, the whole onsomble. In a fit of nostalgia in the cliche you landed within the black cushion December layed out for you, and you recognized it now.
"Hope you like your new home." She chuckled evilly.
You were in....
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