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Chapter #5
An obedient son. . .
by: Unknown
Thinking it over for a bit. . . your mother did say she would be back soon. Once you disobeyed your mother when she asked you to clean off the top of her feet and she punished you by shrinking you so small!! It was much like before, except she stuffed you into her toe nail!! An entire week of eating the grime for her toes, drinking the sweat from her foot!! The pain was so bad that you were delirious for days afterwards. Your mother had to get you medicated for depression. She told the doctor that. . . "you had a rough week", which was totally true.
Still. . . sitting there waiting. . . time was your enemy. It left your mind time to wander and think. It was so strange how much you had become accustomed to being shrunken down. You grew accepting it, in a way. Regardless of whatever your giant family did, you just had to put up with you. The torture wasn't so bad. . . at least afterwards, but you knew there were times when your siblings would. . . . . well. . .
They would do other. . . things. . . to you. Sexual things. You shuddered at the thought. Still, you were nothing but a toy to them, a play thing. Maybe that was your lot in life. Your brother was a teenager. . .and you were an opportunity to see how things could. . . work. You remember him fiddling with your business, as he laughed above. Your dick being abused to the point that you screamed and begged him to stop. But he didn't. . . and he found out how it works.
Your sister was no different in "experimenting" with you. Though, you could tell she was much shyer about it, though you knew that could change at any time, especially with Dan's influence on her. She had undressed you once, shrunken you down to the size of an action figure, and forced you to sleep with her. . . her large body mashed against your tiny one. It wasn't nearly as bad as things your brother had done, but it was still uncomfortable.
The only one who didn't do . . . too many "bad" things to you, was your mother. Though she had her fill in as well. Once, she punished you by putting you in between her ass cheeks. You remember just struggling to breathe, the smell and feeling of it overpowering your every thought. She had been grinding on the bed, doing who knows what. You think you remember her moaning, but the noises coming from her innards blocked out most of the sound.
Sitting here, you thought about just jumping off the counter. Going splat down below. Maybe it would be the only solution.
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