You were very surprised that your mother didn't immediately toy with you. It seemed as if that was what she was going to do, given all the looks she kept making to you during the night, but she seemed to temper herself and avoid doing anything with you, for the time being.
In fact, your time was very "normal", other than the fact that you were so small. Ashley had taunted you and played with you in her hands a little bit, but everything was more "procedure" than plaything or toy, at least for the time being. Your mother used her work at the lab to "sign you up" for an experiment, one that had a large insurance stake on it. After a few days had passed, she reported that the experiment had failed and you had passed away.
It had frightened you when she made the call to her office, she was so convincing it was terrifying. The fact that she could fake her emotions really made you wonder what else she was hiding. Not only that, but your time with her had been. . . terrifying. She took care of you, feeding you, letting you use the bathroom by using the hole in her sink, she bathed you, and let you watch TV too. But from what she had said, and to how she acted around you, you could tell something was building. There was this great sexual tension, but she kept resisting it.
What was worse was the nights. The first time was the worst.
That night, you woke up, confused and bewildered. It had been that way for awhile, you kept thinking that this whole thing was a dream, that you were not really one inch tall. Some kind of nightmare. This time though, you woke up to a sound, but only barely. You opened your eyes, just slightly, but not all the way, not moving.
In front of you, your gigantic mother was staring right down at you, her enormous shaved vagina hovering right above you. Breathing heavily, she grunted and sighed, giving you an eerie stare as she just looked at you. You realized that she was completely naked and you almost moved, but you were terrified that if you did. . she would take you. Her breathing was so hard and so aroused, fear paralyzed your movements. Her gigantic heaving breasts stuck out like two submarines, her nipples perky from stimulation. After awhile, she went back to bed, but in that moment you knew that when your mother eventually did use you, it wouldn't be good. Not one bit.
Days passed and your mother started to get distant towards you. Sometimes she would take care of you, but not even acknowledge you as a person. Something was brewing in her, and you were afraid of it. She also stopped responding to you when you talked to her as well.
Ashley began to ignore you as well, and you hadn't seen your aunt for awhile now.
You weren't sure how much longer things would go this way. . .
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