Kim wants to punish you for making Mom worry

By: Cheese111

Kim's grip tightened as she hoisted you back up to eye level. Her expression was a mix of glee and anger.

"What the hell were you thinking? We were worried sick about you. You know it's not safe for you to be left unsupervised. How were you ever going to get back to normal size without my help? Did you think running away would just sort of resolve that? Imagine if one of the stray cats outside got a hold of you?" Her chastising turned to rambling, quickly losing her train of thought. Mid-rant she paused and took a deep breath.

"Look, I want to show mom that I'm an adult now and can take care of myself and tiny pets like you. So I need you to be on your best behavior, because you're going to be my ticket to getting out of the house and being allowed more pets and toys."

You didn't much care for the prospect of being a plaything in Kim's hands. So far she seemed more interested in finding new and exciting ways to make you miserable than anything else. But hearing her complain gave you something to think about. A small ember of hope sparked as this situation might prove to have a way out for you.

"Okay Kim. I got a deal for you." You state with as much authority as your tiny form is capable of. "You want to show mom you can take care of a pet? I'll help you with that. I'll put on my best behavior whenever she's around, I'll even lie to her and say you're doing great. But you gotta promise me that when she lets you get other pets, you grow me back." It felt wrong to trade out another man's life for your own. But any moral dilemma was shunted aside by your need for survival. You'd been at Kim's mercy for only a handful of days and you were certain that at some point she would kill you, accidentally or worse. A small smile grew as she seemed to think it over. But when her gaze returned to you it was all too clear your proposal was declined. That malicious, smug grin said it all.

"I don't think you understand your place, pet. You don't get to make deals. You do as I say or you get punished. And for making me and mom worry so much there's still a lot of punishment due..."

Your stomach lurched as she quickly lowered you down to her exposed cock. It stood rock hard, eager to dispense the punishment she mentioned. Your spine shivers at the mere thought of it. You'd spent days, maybe even a full week marinating under her foreskin. You distantly remember the sounds and sensations of Becky being swallowed up. Oh gods, what had happened to her. Did Kim release her? Or is she... gone? Even in your haggard state you can't stop a tear from welling up.

"Don't start crying so soon, you've yet to experience what Big Willy can do to you." She thrust forward, the foul-smelling exposed cockhead swinging close. The potent stench still hurt your nose, even after being soaked in it for so long. With a gleeful smirk she pressed the tip into her palm, squishing you between her hand and the sensitive bulb. Kim moaned with delight as she felt her little toy squirming. His resistance was as futile as it was pleasurable. Slowly she began to hump, pressing hard before backing off and letting her pet recover. Every time you caught your breath she **** it back out of you again with a sadistic giggle.

Amidst the physical pain she put you in it hadn't escaped you that all this horror was delivered by a cock so huge it's tip was wider than you were tall. A monster whose foreskin could hide a dozen of you in a hold so firm that Kim could forget about your existence. At any point she could let it swallow you whole. And most painful of all, it was bigger than you. Not just because you were shrunk. Even if you were three feet taller than her she'd still be sporting the bigger endowment. The burning shame and overbearing musk sent your mind into a fog. Even in the middle of this torment, you felt your body react in unexpected ways. You felt the tell-tale signs of a boner growing between your legs.