“Hey I almost forgot.”
James winces as the ground shakes under him as his mom stumbled back into the room. He worried one of these days his mom was going to be too drunk to see him and step on him. Being three inches tall was hard with a mom like Paula, who loved to offer cleavage rides and other not so fun games to her tiny son. James had survived a lot with his drunk mom, from being sat on too thrown in the washing machine. There had been some very close calls, times when he’d nearly been eaten or worse by his mom, but he was still here. Hopefully his luck would continue until he moved out or went to college.
“What is it mom?” James walked up to his mom, unable to see anything beyond her huge tits. She could be making funny faces at him and he wouldn’t know. He knew what the bottom of his mom’s huge breasts looked like better then any boy should.
“I got a call from Mary. She needs some help getting some stuff stuck behind her fridge out. Since you’re so handy with getting into tight places I said you’d help her for free. She’s expecting you over at her house so you better get your tiny butt moving.”
“Fuck,” James groaned, rubbing his head as he felt a headache start to form. This was just like his mother, renting him out to do chores for the ladies in the neighborhood. He was the guy that got stuff stuck in tight places, who gave excellent massages, who pained nails and even helped with unruly small pets. One neighbor had called him the hamster whisperer after he got their furry pet to stop chewing on the bars of his cage. Honestly, it didn’t bother him that much, he liked helping out, but Mary was one person in the neighborhood that he preferred staying as far away from as possible.
Years ago, he had actually liked the woman. She was a slightly chubby blond woman in her late forties with a beer gut rivalling his mother and a tendency to drink and party. She was his mom’s wingwoman, going with her to bars and helping to pick up guys. Even though she drunk like Paula, she was nicer and liked doing fun things for him. He still remembers the tin boat she made for him from a discarded beer can. He had swum around in her bathtub, pretending he was a pirate as she watched on with a grin. Back then he had called her auntie Mary.
Everything fell apart a few years ago when while trying to get her attention, he fell into her beer glass. At first he hadn’t been scared, but then she picked up the glass and started drinking, not seeing him. James still remembered the terror he felt as he flowed into her open mouth, her slimy tongue hitting her and the feeling of her throat grabbing him as he went down. He landed in her stomach and started screaming and crying for help. Mary’s only response was a thunderous belch that shook his steamy, dark surroundings.
He had honestly thought he was going to die, until the stomach seized up around him. Apparently, Mary had drunk a little too much and had gotten sick. He escaped that day, leaving through where he came in and landing in Mary’s toilet with the rest of the contents of her stomach. After he crawled out of the toilet, he swore he was never going to face being digested again. He couldn’t be around Mary anymore without being nervous so he avoided her at all costs. She had no memory of that night and he sure wasn’t going to tell her, so she had no clue why he was avoiding her. If he had any voice in the matter he was going to keep it that way. No way was anyone going to know that he had nearly been Mary’s food.
“What are you standing around for? Mary’s waiting for you. It’s rude to leave a lady waiting, get a move on now.” Without giving him any say in the matter, Paula scooped up her son and walked towards the door, ignoring his grumbling as she kicked him out of the house. Dropping him on the front step, Paula closed the door behind him. Typical, it’ll take a half an hour for him to run to Mary’s house while if his mom took him then he’d make it there in only a couple minutes. As he began his journey, he wondered if it might be better to head somewhere else, maybe visit a neighbor who hadn’t nearly digested him.
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