You escape the living room

By: Cheese111

You scamper along the ground like Hannah could wake up at any moment. So much time wasted and another close encounter with that monster cock. You even watched a man die right in front of you. Could this night finally give you a damn break already? Your internal griping continued all the way to the door, where you once again crawled underneath, shooting back one last glance at the monster that was your mother.

It was gonna take some time to reconcile her sudden turn. Maybe you've been ignoring the signals all this time, but it was still hard to swallow that she thought so little of you. Just a toy to use and **** as she saw fit. And to think that **** would be delivered by a cock far bigger and thicker than anything you ever thought possible. A monstrous member that she wasn't shy admitting had a body count to it. With tiny men apparently being easy to find around this fucked up family you wonder just how many of them have met their doom being swallowed whole by that cock. But you wouldn't be among those numbers. You would live long and happy far away from this hell.

Although, at your stature, 'far' is going to be a relative term. For now one house over would have to suffice. First things first though, you still had the front door to deal with. There's nowhere near enough space to shuffle underneath there. Thankfully your old pet would come to your rescue. The cat flap installed for Ms. Mittens was still there. Thank fuck she's not around to see you mouse-sized. That would've made this little escape so much harder. As you look up to the method of your escape you shudder. Every woman in this house turned out to have a dick. Did your childhood pet also sport extra hardware? Nah, this had to be human only. Please let it be human only. With that disturbing thought out of your head you start climbing the door. Thankfully there's enough wear and tear on the lowest few inches of the door to find grip. Progress is slow, but you only need a few more feet before you reach the old plastic of the cat flap. A token effort had been made to tape it shut, but you could push and shimmy past the hardened rubber with ease. You fall down the other side, landing awkwardly but free of injury.

You stand up and look around. Never in your life have you been so happy to be outside. You were naked, stank like Kim's cock and only about one and a half inches tall. But at least you weren't actively toyed with by Big Willy or Hannah's monster. Now came the more important question. Who are you going to trust to take care of you? The further you run, the more opportunities arise to bump into a hungry animal. And crossing the street to try the houses there brought its own slew of risks. You're pretty sure your improved resilience would not fare well against being crushed under a car's wheels. Probably best to stay off the road for now.

Ms. Carlyle's house is to the right. She lived with her oldest daughter, who was her caretaker. She'd always seemed kind and welcoming, but you wonder if she's aware of the things going on in your family. If she does, her calm attitude sudden feels more disturbing than anything else. The thought couldn't escape you that she might either be in on it or even packing extra herself.

To the left was Daisy. She'd only recently moved in, so you didn't really have a chance to talk to her yet. To the best of your knowledge she lives alone. She'd be a wildcard, every bit as likely to believe a sob story from Hannah to return you as she was to believe and protect you.