You are so small your mom doesn't feel your stiff little body under her lovely, round, firm but to you enormous bottom. She leans back to cross her legs Indian style putting even more pressure on you.
The weight keeps pushing down on you. You were already numb but it feels like your ribs are being broken and your head will pop like a grape. You try to take in air but can't. It feels like you are going to burst. You can feel blood pounding in your temples. I'm going to die, you think to yourself. Mom is killing me...I can't take any more.
But before you can lose consciousness the squeezing pressure releases and rises off of. You still can't move but you can breathe which you do in as large deep gulps of air that you can. You thought you were going to die but Mom had moved. Thank God.
You can see from one of your eyes your giant mother rising to stand up. But because you couldn't move you can't turn to look up at her. All that you can see is her white socks. She was probably just finishing the laundry she almost had done with you earlier that day and hadn't even gotten around to put on some shoes. You can see the huge white feet moving away with giant steps. Mom was still picking stuff up. You sigh in relief not to be dead. But then notice that the feet had turned and now where heading straight for you, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
Oh my god they are going to land right on top of you. You want to scream but can't. The large feet take step after step and are about to land on you then... BOOM! You open your eyes and are face to face with the toe of your mother's giant sock. Of course to you it is the bottom part of her toe because the front of the toe alone still huge to an inch tall person lying on his side.
"WHAT'S THIS!" you hear a loud but feminine voice say. It is your mom talking. You see a red wall com down to rest in front of you. It rests its tip on the ground and then come towards you.
OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The pain shoots through your back and front as the red object and something behind you clamp down on your mid section like a vice. You feel like they will snap you in half. They squeeze and you feel the sharpness. Nails it has to be your mother's long nails. She always liked red.
The pee encased you well. With out its dry hardened coating your weak flesh probably would have been sliced through by your mom's nails. But if you weren�t stuck stiff than you could have gotten up and moved out of the way or got your mom's attention.
"HMM, IS THIS ONE OF SARAH�S TOYS?! LOOKS A BIT SMALL FOR HER. MUST BELONG TO SHANNON." Your mom then releases you from her nail clamp and holds you firmly in her hand as she walks out of the room. She thinks you�re only plastic so she isn't worried about squeezing you as she walks or letting air into her closed hand.
You can't breathe and are struggling to keep what air you have. It is painful but not the same as when she sat on you. It feels like your lungs are going to burst, like you are being held under water and can't get any air. If only you were able to move.
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