(Not) Worth Spit
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
ovalgrape040
"B-Becky... Becky help! Can you hear me?!" Charlotte shouted. The girl trotted over, not a word from the little girl she'd been tasked to watch.
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"Am I really supposed to care about this frickin' ant?" Becky said with venom.
"What?" Even Lisa was shocked. No fucking way. No way in hell she doesn't feel anything after that."She's your babysitter! She's a person!"
Becky turned her head, a gesture that hadn't even bared any mocking intention. No, just genuine confusion. Genuine confusion about why the older girl thought she should possibly have cared about a babysitter turned insect.
"No she isn't. She's an ant." Becky began tapping her bare foot on the ground impatiently, each fleshy smack to the dirt spiking Charlotte's fear.
Charlotte couldn't believe her ears. This had to be a bad dream. This had to be...
"She's a stupid bug. If you can crush something on so easy, why would I care about it?" She's shrugged. "She's like um... a germ."
This isn't a kid, no... this is a spawn of hell. Lisa thought. The girl had made Lisa's darkest thoughts and tendencies--once she'd tasted the fruit of power that was her fathers ray--seem like nothing.
Lisa just blinked, and when Lisa tried to approach behind the girl to get the two ant children.
The babysitter was unfortunate, yes. However, if she'd had to sacrifice one group for the other, it would've been the babysitter getting the short end of the stick, without a second breath.
Even with how Charlotte was acting earlier, Lisa felt bad. It can't feel good as a young woman, to know your entire life lies in the hands of a ten-year-old brat. To know that is extremely likely the last thing you'll ever see is that cherubic, pouting face. To have your last view be a little girl towering over you like a goddess. Charlotte's situation so heavy, that she didn't even have time to acknowledge that she had to be subjected to a view of Becky's panties hidden in her skirt each time she looked up.
A very unwilling sight subjected upon her eyes.
Lisa steeled her nerves and continued her plan. Praying Becky was distracted enough by Charlotte. Yet, after one measly step, Lisa was called out roughly, like a parent scolding a child.
"Hey!" Becky's high-pitched voice that normally couldn't scare a spider, now served as a commanding, dominant presence that held the lives of three souls in its hand.
Becky turned her barefoot over to the two ants. "Try to grab them again and I crush them!" She pouted.
"O-okay..." Lisa muttered.
Give a prepubescent, spoiled girl so much dominion over others, this is what happens.
From the way Becky smiled, it held such a different air to her previous joy when she'd thought of these all as mere ants.
No, make no mistake.
She absolutely loves that these are people.
Becky was greeted to a pathetic display. Charlotte was attempting to run off, her little legs taking her centimeters at a time.
Not enough to outpace the elementary empress.
"AGh-Hk!" Charlotte huffed out, Becky's bare toe slamming into her back, while she was sandwiched between a patch of soil and the wet, dirtied sole of the pale blonde juvenile.
"Hehe. Stupid." Becky twisted her big toe into Charlotte's back. Charlotte screamed as though she were having a nail hammered into her spine. "Betcha regret trying to tell me when to sleep now."
"AHHh-aghh! Please! Please stop!" Brutal pleas. Alas, nobody ever pays mind to the pleas of a crushed insect though.
"Now I wanna make you sleep..." Becky bent down, shooting a glance towards Lisa, a silent stare that just said 'don't think I don't remember you're there.'
Charlotte saw the blondes very long hair, the hair draping across both Becky's knee like a waterfall of gold. The spread legs of the girl were now far more than uncomfortably close to the college senior than before. The view of the blue panties presenting themselves to Charlotte like a pet presenting its belly.
"Stop looking under my skirt, creep."
Not like Charlotte had any choice at all.
"I bet you like this. Hmph!" Becky gave an infantile pout.
Lisa attempted to interject, the mental torture so harsh that she'd began to feel it in herself as well. "Hey... maybe you should just calm-"
Becky shot a stare of daggers. Before thinking a moment and huffing. "Fine. I still have two more bugs to deal with."
Lisa continued, "Y-yeah... this whole thing, it isn't worth a spit. Just leave them be."
Becky's ears perked, she bit her lip. "Worth a spit?" Becky wasn't familiar was the phrase, clearly. Yet it seemed to spark something in her mind.
She gave an eerie Cheshire sneer--one that roughly clashed with her cherubic, nearly angel-esque appearance. "Worth a spit..." She repeated again, Lisa turning her head, before her eyes widened, finally catching onto what goes on in the undeveloped frontal lobe of that spoiled budding vixen.
It seemed not a second later, that Charlotte's mind also came to the realization.
"No, look, whatever you're thinking..." Charlotte began to plead.
"I'd say she's worth a spit."
The blonde pursed her lips, the silence in the air letting everyone around her hear the moist cacophony stirring up in the little angel's jowls.
Then she finally smirked, her eyes meeting Charlotte. Becky's hand gave a wave, then she rested her chin on her hands, an appearance of pure bliss washing over her. She spoke one last time to the woman, Becky pushing her pool of spittle to the back of her mouth so she could get a word in.
"Thish ish ghonna bhe tho growsh." Her poor, liquid stuffed mouth spoke to the best of its ability.
"Yhoo lyke mhi growshness tho... don't'thya, phervert."
"No! No! Just kill me! Just kill me! I'll pay you! I'll be a slave! I'll do anything for you! Just don't..." Her back still screaming from the girls big toe digging into it. The just in that moment, she finally felt the weight of the big toe lift, a relief short lived, as it was merely swapping shifts before closing time.
"Whather fhall~!"
Becky finally let out a wet...
"Phhh-thoo~!"
*Splat!*
And there's that loyal Becky employee right on time. A wet, foul-smelling sputum covered her entire body.
Through the frothy mixture she could ever so slightly see the face of her killer. She was sticking out her tongue--like posing for a picture--however, while being mockingly adorable was inevitably part of Becky's intention in that tongue gesture, it served a bigger purpose.
A trail of spit slowly trailed down the serpentine tongue, Charlotte could hardly see it from where she was... then it dripped down the tongue, the string finally breaking off and-
*Spli~sh!*
It plopped right on Charlotte. No longer could she see the outside world through a frothy, mucus filtered lens. This time all she could see was the mixture of phlegm and dry spit.
And while she couldn't see it, she could certainly hear the girl getting up off the ground, and walking a few steps away from her.
The same girl she'd taken out to get ice cream as a reward for doing well in their study sessions. The same girl she'd tucked into bed on the nights Becky's parents weren't home. The daughter of the woman she'd admired so much.
That was the girl whom would take her life.
Every orifice in her body filled with the repulsive guck. Images of the fifth-grade girl's face consuming her mind like a virus.
No chance to think of her family. No opportunity to consider her boyfriend. Not a moment to think of the hard work she'd put into her education--a degree that she was finally a few months away from after so many pained years.
No, she wouldn't get the luxury of contemplating what she'd lost. The only thing her mind could think of, was Becky.
Her laugh, her long blonde locks she'd helped brush many a time.
The way she'd eat so sloppily... something that occupied a special place in her mouth as she thought back to those meals being tossed around her mouth, saliva softening all the mouths remnants
She'd seen the peculiar juvenile spit on people before, almost as a defense mechanism.
Charlotte wrote it off as one of the many gross things little children do before they grow out of it.
Not once when she'd babysat, had she looked at Becky and considered the world of unexplored horrors that lie in the mouth of her adorable, budding elfin youth she'd babysat.
Never once looking at the little girl's infantile self defense of spitting at people and thinking: 'That'll be it, that'll be what will kill me. That's what ill die in. That's what will fill every part of my body and wash over my tastebuds.' No, who would ever consider such a thought? Save for today.
Those past memories kept playing in her head, as she played the same role of caring babysitter trying to scrounge up a few dollars and doing a favor for a superior. And no matter how many times she replayed the memories, she would never run away. She would never heed her own warnings.
Twenty-two years of living, four years of college, and five minutes of bathing in spit.
Heartbreaking for her to believe that the one which would hold the most significance in her life story, is that dip into brat mouth muck.
This continued for the rest of her painful moments, choking on spittle, while her lungs baptized in drool, her oxygen deprived mind still only managing to think of Becky.
No way she ever would've wanted to spend her last moments.
Becky.
Becky.
Becky.
Over and over and over.
Until her starved brain couldn't think anymore.
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Becky stuck out her lips while watching the light thrashing in her saliva pool, she didn't even watch it to the end, boredom making her get up after a minute and turning to Lisa
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"Am I really supposed to care about this frickin' ant?" Becky said with venom.
"What?" Even Lisa was shocked. No fucking way. No way in hell she doesn't feel anything after that."She's your babysitter! She's a person!"
Becky turned her head, a gesture that hadn't even bared any mocking intention. No, just genuine confusion. Genuine confusion about why the older girl thought she should possibly have cared about a babysitter turned insect.
"No she isn't. She's an ant." Becky began tapping her bare foot on the ground impatiently, each fleshy smack to the dirt spiking Charlotte's fear.
Charlotte couldn't believe her ears. This had to be a bad dream. This had to be...
"She's a stupid bug. If you can crush something on so easy, why would I care about it?" She's shrugged. "She's like um... a germ."
This isn't a kid, no... this is a spawn of hell. Lisa thought. The girl had made Lisa's darkest thoughts and tendencies--once she'd tasted the fruit of power that was her fathers ray--seem like nothing.
Lisa just blinked, and when Lisa tried to approach behind the girl to get the two ant children.
The babysitter was unfortunate, yes. However, if she'd had to sacrifice one group for the other, it would've been the babysitter getting the short end of the stick, without a second breath.
Even with how Charlotte was acting earlier, Lisa felt bad. It can't feel good as a young woman, to know your entire life lies in the hands of a ten-year-old brat. To know that is extremely likely the last thing you'll ever see is that cherubic, pouting face. To have your last view be a little girl towering over you like a goddess. Charlotte's situation so heavy, that she didn't even have time to acknowledge that she had to be subjected to a view of Becky's panties hidden in her skirt each time she looked up.
A very unwilling sight subjected upon her eyes.
Lisa steeled her nerves and continued her plan. Praying Becky was distracted enough by Charlotte. Yet, after one measly step, Lisa was called out roughly, like a parent scolding a child.
"Hey!" Becky's high-pitched voice that normally couldn't scare a spider, now served as a commanding, dominant presence that held the lives of three souls in its hand.
Becky turned her barefoot over to the two ants. "Try to grab them again and I crush them!" She pouted.
"O-okay..." Lisa muttered.
Give a prepubescent, spoiled girl so much dominion over others, this is what happens.
From the way Becky smiled, it held such a different air to her previous joy when she'd thought of these all as mere ants.
No, make no mistake.
She absolutely loves that these are people.
Becky was greeted to a pathetic display. Charlotte was attempting to run off, her little legs taking her centimeters at a time.
Not enough to outpace the elementary empress.
"AGh-Hk!" Charlotte huffed out, Becky's bare toe slamming into her back, while she was sandwiched between a patch of soil and the wet, dirtied sole of the pale blonde juvenile.
"Hehe. Stupid." Becky twisted her big toe into Charlotte's back. Charlotte screamed as though she were having a nail hammered into her spine. "Betcha regret trying to tell me when to sleep now."
"AHHh-aghh! Please! Please stop!" Brutal pleas. Alas, nobody ever pays mind to the pleas of a crushed insect though.
"Now I wanna make you sleep..." Becky bent down, shooting a glance towards Lisa, a silent stare that just said 'don't think I don't remember you're there.'
Charlotte saw the blondes very long hair, the hair draping across both Becky's knee like a waterfall of gold. The spread legs of the girl were now far more than uncomfortably close to the college senior than before. The view of the blue panties presenting themselves to Charlotte like a pet presenting its belly.
"Stop looking under my skirt, creep."
Not like Charlotte had any choice at all.
"I bet you like this. Hmph!" Becky gave an infantile pout.
Lisa attempted to interject, the mental torture so harsh that she'd began to feel it in herself as well. "Hey... maybe you should just calm-"
Becky shot a stare of daggers. Before thinking a moment and huffing. "Fine. I still have two more bugs to deal with."
Lisa continued, "Y-yeah... this whole thing, it isn't worth a spit. Just leave them be."
Becky's ears perked, she bit her lip. "Worth a spit?" Becky wasn't familiar was the phrase, clearly. Yet it seemed to spark something in her mind.
She gave an eerie Cheshire sneer--one that roughly clashed with her cherubic, nearly angel-esque appearance. "Worth a spit..." She repeated again, Lisa turning her head, before her eyes widened, finally catching onto what goes on in the undeveloped frontal lobe of that spoiled budding vixen.
It seemed not a second later, that Charlotte's mind also came to the realization.
"No, look, whatever you're thinking..." Charlotte began to plead.
"I'd say she's worth a spit."
The blonde pursed her lips, the silence in the air letting everyone around her hear the moist cacophony stirring up in the little angel's jowls.
Then she finally smirked, her eyes meeting Charlotte. Becky's hand gave a wave, then she rested her chin on her hands, an appearance of pure bliss washing over her. She spoke one last time to the woman, Becky pushing her pool of spittle to the back of her mouth so she could get a word in.
"Thish ish ghonna bhe tho growsh." Her poor, liquid stuffed mouth spoke to the best of its ability.
"Yhoo lyke mhi growshness tho... don't'thya, phervert."
"No! No! Just kill me! Just kill me! I'll pay you! I'll be a slave! I'll do anything for you! Just don't..." Her back still screaming from the girls big toe digging into it. The just in that moment, she finally felt the weight of the big toe lift, a relief short lived, as it was merely swapping shifts before closing time.
"Whather fhall~!"
Becky finally let out a wet...
"Phhh-thoo~!"
*Splat!*
And there's that loyal Becky employee right on time. A wet, foul-smelling sputum covered her entire body.
Through the frothy mixture she could ever so slightly see the face of her killer. She was sticking out her tongue--like posing for a picture--however, while being mockingly adorable was inevitably part of Becky's intention in that tongue gesture, it served a bigger purpose.
A trail of spit slowly trailed down the serpentine tongue, Charlotte could hardly see it from where she was... then it dripped down the tongue, the string finally breaking off and-
*Spli~sh!*
It plopped right on Charlotte. No longer could she see the outside world through a frothy, mucus filtered lens. This time all she could see was the mixture of phlegm and dry spit.
And while she couldn't see it, she could certainly hear the girl getting up off the ground, and walking a few steps away from her.
The same girl she'd taken out to get ice cream as a reward for doing well in their study sessions. The same girl she'd tucked into bed on the nights Becky's parents weren't home. The daughter of the woman she'd admired so much.
That was the girl whom would take her life.
Every orifice in her body filled with the repulsive guck. Images of the fifth-grade girl's face consuming her mind like a virus.
No chance to think of her family. No opportunity to consider her boyfriend. Not a moment to think of the hard work she'd put into her education--a degree that she was finally a few months away from after so many pained years.
No, she wouldn't get the luxury of contemplating what she'd lost. The only thing her mind could think of, was Becky.
Her laugh, her long blonde locks she'd helped brush many a time.
The way she'd eat so sloppily... something that occupied a special place in her mouth as she thought back to those meals being tossed around her mouth, saliva softening all the mouths remnants
She'd seen the peculiar juvenile spit on people before, almost as a defense mechanism.
Charlotte wrote it off as one of the many gross things little children do before they grow out of it.
Not once when she'd babysat, had she looked at Becky and considered the world of unexplored horrors that lie in the mouth of her adorable, budding elfin youth she'd babysat.
Never once looking at the little girl's infantile self defense of spitting at people and thinking: 'That'll be it, that'll be what will kill me. That's what ill die in. That's what will fill every part of my body and wash over my tastebuds.' No, who would ever consider such a thought? Save for today.
Those past memories kept playing in her head, as she played the same role of caring babysitter trying to scrounge up a few dollars and doing a favor for a superior. And no matter how many times she replayed the memories, she would never run away. She would never heed her own warnings.
Twenty-two years of living, four years of college, and five minutes of bathing in spit.
Heartbreaking for her to believe that the one which would hold the most significance in her life story, is that dip into brat mouth muck.
This continued for the rest of her painful moments, choking on spittle, while her lungs baptized in drool, her oxygen deprived mind still only managing to think of Becky.
No way she ever would've wanted to spend her last moments.
Becky.
Becky.
Becky.
Over and over and over.
Until her starved brain couldn't think anymore.
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Becky stuck out her lips while watching the light thrashing in her saliva pool, she didn't even watch it to the end, boredom making her get up after a minute and turning to Lisa
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