Your little heart was thumping when you stood onto the giantess’ warm hand. Your mom’s hands, even though enormous, were smooth and soft. Her nails done perfectly as you climbed up and looked at them. It felt comforting despite the uncertainty of standing on your mom's hand. Maybe you should have told your mom the truth, that Ashley had done this to you. Now you were stuck being your mom's pet. . forever.
"Now, listen up sweetie. . sometimes big people like to pretend they are different. Like. . you know how you dressed up to be a superhero? Sometimes, mommy's like to be mean instead of nice. . so just keep that in mind, okay."
Your mom slowly closed her fingers and brought you up to her giant face. You watched as her hands cupped and slowly brought you up as she stood up herself. Her gigantic breasts were so large. . what if this was the game? She'd let you fall between those massive breasts and crush you up between them!! You shook your head, trying to rid these bad thoughts. Looking back up, the giant was staring at you. The giantess smiled and you waved back hesitantly. What did she mean, being mean? What kind of game was this? You knew that whatever she had in mind, you'd have to do your best.
“Now now, what should we do first?” your mom asked. "I have a lot of ideas in mind. . I wonder how long you'll last though? I really have to pace myself or I'll end up using you up in one day."
“M-mom!!” You screamed up at her giant face. “I-it’s me. . i-it’s Daniel!! P-please. . I'll be your pet!! B-be gentle!!”
“Oh baby, I'm going to try. . but when I get like this. . well. . things happen.” she said, taking a sniff at you.
“M-mom!! P-please. . it’s me!!” you screamed as loud as you could, waving frantically. You were terrified. . whatever she was going to do to you wasn't going to be good.
Your mom listened to your begging with disgust, “You gave yourself up to me, sweetie. You knew there would be consequences. Now, are you going to be a good pet. . or are we going to have trouble, little one?!?”
“M-mom. . I. . . I guess I could rub your feet and. . do chores or something.” You said confused and afraid. You didn't know what she wanted you to do. This was all so much for you.
“Is that your best suggestion? How unoriginal.” your mom said holding you in her hand with a smile, “I don’t know if that’s good enough. If that's your best idea for a game for us, you are just going to get up crushed or eaten by me. Maybe I'll even let your sister or Aunt Carrino do it too.”
You looked at her stunned. Your mother had no sympathy for you at all! She no longer saw you as her son but a mere play thing. Was she really though, or was she just getting into this "character" for her game? You were terrified because you had no idea what she might do to you.
“M-mom. . I’ll do anything. . I. . please!!” you begged, tears in your eyes. First being shrunken down by Ashley . . and now your mom was acting crazy.
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