Your heart flooded with joy at the sight of your beautiful goddess-like adoptive mother Rebecca walking through that door, illuminated from above by the entrance lighting like some kind of divine protector. But her next words just turned all of that built up hope into despair.
"Seriously guys, it's day 1 and you're already allowing the new family tiny to laze around worthlessly?" Rebecca asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well um.. we just sorta thought that since he was our little brother and all.." Laura started
"So we'd what? Take it to school? Stay with it in its classes? Find some miracle job a tiny can do and then support it with basic needs every day forever? Was that the plan?"
Laura clamped her mouth shut at Rebecca's rebuke.
"Didn't think so. No both of you need to accept the fact that it's just a tiny now. And our little family is lucky enough to own it. Kat I'm sure your tennis practices would start going smoother with some personal arch support. Laura you'll definitely enjoy having your own little stress toy on tough exam days. And I know my work keeps me on my feet so much I'm personally stoked to have our own tiny to use!"
You had already felt low, but now you wanted to cry and sink below the floor and cry some more until you hit the core. Were you really so little to them? After all this time could they really just act like you're some kind of object to use?
The 2 girls seemed to be getting excited thinking about all their potential uses for your new size, but Rebecca broke the chatter.
"So the question is," she strode over to the coffee table and effortlessly plucked your small body up by the torso between her thumb and forefinger. Air rushed past your little ears as she then moved you back in front of Kathryn's radiating creamy soles and set you down. "Why was it just sitting there instead of rubbing its owner's feet when they were so clearly presented?"
You felt sick at the casual phrasing.
"So go on little one, get to work! Chop chop!" Rebecca urged. But you only backed further away from Kathryn's outstretched feet toward the relative safety of your mother's hand. But your supposed refuge only sighed in disappointment. "Gotcha. So that's it. The fresh tiny doesn't seem to recognize its new owners yet. Well luckily I read up on a way to fix that quickly."
Your goddess-like adoptive mother wrapped your fragile tiny body in her enormous slender finders as she headed towards the kitchen. The warmth of her soft fingers was suddenly replaced by the biting cold of icy water as she carelessly subjected your miniscule form to the onslaught of the waterfall pouring from the faucet.
"..What are you doing?" Laura asked the question you were desperately attempting to spit out between fits of coughing to expel the water from your lungs.
"Our family's new tiny still thinks of itself as one of us. We need to firmly and clearly show it that it's beneath us. We are this little one's masters and owners, so when we expect it to do something, it has to be do it without hesitation. Especially in company. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if a guest caught a glimpse of your own damn tiny disrespecting you!"
"Yeah that would definitely suck!" Kathryn agreed with her mother.
"Right. So just to make sure it understands, I'm just going to go ahead and show it its place.
The enormous beautiful goddess raised you high up into the air until you were painfully close to her face. So close you could feel her hot breath and smell the faint scent from the afternoon's coffee. Then her gigantic red lips parted, revealing an expansive dark pink cavern, filled with bubbling pools of saliva which extended in sticky strands from the floor to the ceiling of the hellish place. The faint coffee scented breath from before was now all consuming as the heat alone caused you to begin sweating profusely.
"Wait you're gonna eat it?!!?" Laura shrieked, again giving a voice to your concerns.
"Yes and no. No one really knows how long tinies last in people's stomachs. I'm sure digestive speed of the individual plays a big part but it's not like anyone's ever bothered to check. But most stories I can find say they can definitely last at least a few days in the chaotic environment of someone's stomach. So I'll just let this little one see where he's gonna end up once he's all used up. But hopefully that'll be a long long time from now. I plan on getting a lot of work out of this little bug, for all of us. From what I read, once the tiny has been inside the master's stomach for at least a day, they have been shown to consistently exhibit far more obedient and subserviently behavior."
Your eyes watered both from the smell of the flapping maw before you and from the despair of hearing your supposed protector and provider casually discuss your future servitude to herself and her enormous daughters who you would have recently called family.
"But can't we at least sell him to some other family so it's not like his big sisters are stomping on him all the time?"
"But can't I be the one to eat him?"
Laura and Kathryn protested with 2 very different motives.
"No and No. Laura you know how rare tinies are to come by. Who do you think would be willing to trade for an untrained tiny. We'd eventually just get another untrained tiny back except it would have to learn all our names and preferences from scratch instead of already knowing its masters well. And Kat honey I like the enthusiasm but I called dibs on this one."
"Awww.." Both sisters looked dejected for drastically different reasons.
"Welp, down the hatch. Enjoy the day trip to your future retirement home lil buggy!"
"Wait!! Rebecca!! Mom! Please stop this!" You shouted, but she continued moving you towards her open maw.
"Laura!! Laura please don't let her do this! Please big sister don't let her eat your little brother! Do something!"
Your journey into your adoptive mother's moist mouth continued uninterrupted.
"NO! STOP! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"
Your shouts were finally silenced when your pathetic body was slammed into the slimy powerhouse appendage that ruled the cavern. Rebecca swished your tiny body all around her mouth, taking in the unique textures of your reduced body while you suffered in her nasty spit and musky hot breath. But this was heaven compared to the next stop.
Wet muscles compressed around your entire body as you were plunged headfirst and screaming bloody murder into your adoptive mother's tight throat. The capable muscles pulled you deeper and deeper down into towards the broiling cavern below. The drum of her heartbeat thundered in your ears along with a soft voice from your adopted mother-turned-devourer that reverberated all around you so you suspected only you could hear.
"MMmmmmhh that was so freakin satisfying! So glad that wasn't one of my actual children."
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