This choice: Your brother, David, steps out, • Go Back... You decide that it's too risky to go into the living room, so you decide to head for the kitchen instead. You'd noticed that it was a sunny day outside, before your mom shrank you, so there's a small chance the back will be open. Just as you change direction and start heading for the kitchen, a huge, Nike clad foot slams down in front of you. Unable to stop in time, you slam into the inside of the right foot. You fly backwards and land on your back. Dazed, you lie there, looking up. Several hundred feet above you, or so it seems, the evil, smiling face of your older brother, David, is looking down at you.
"Well, what have we here?" He asks, sounding amused. "A little two legged bug. Are we happy down there Mr bug? Did I hurt you?"
He raises his right foot and pivots it on his heel, waving it back and forth over you.
"Do I need to put Mr bug out of his misery? Huh?"
"Mr bug..", your mom says to him. "..Is already dead. And he's supposed to in misery".
"Oh yeah," David replies with a smile. "I forgot. So, we really get to do whatever we want with him?"
"That's right." Your mom says. "He's in hell. So anything goes. No matter how sick or depraved."
David grins as he quickly bends down and plucks you of the floor.
"Good," he says, dropping you into the palm of his left hand and holding you up to his face. "Because I have a few ideas."
"I'm sure you do," your mom says with a grin. "But right now, he's mine."
"Aww, mom," David says disappointedly. "Can't I abuse him for a little while first? Please? I'll do whatever want."
"Really?" Your asks, as the grin turns into a miscevious smile. "Would you...eat my pussy...and then turn yourself into a dildo, and let me use you for...four hours?"
David looks stunned. But slowly, an evil smile appears on his face.
"I'd let you use me for as long as you want." He says softly.
"I believe you would," your mom replies. "I've noticed you spying on me taking a shower a few times."
David blushes.
"Ohhh...there's no need to be embarrassed." Your mom says softly. "We're not really human anymore. So we don't need to abide by human rules." She licks her lips and smiles as she walks closer to David, who backs up against the wall, looking extremely nervous. "There's no point in us just being mother and son anymore."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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