Run away as far as you can

By: Cheese111

Grim as it might be, a life at barely two inches tall safe from the horrors that your family could bring upon you was probably better than feigning submission to any of them. No matter their response to this event, you knew Kim and Hannah would both eagerly keep tormenting you for as long as you would last. You'd gotten too close to their oversized cocks more than enough to last a lifetime. The world was going to be dangerous to navigate. Just about every creature in your path could become a serious hazard. It's a good thing your family doesn't have any pets. A cat or a dog would probably treat you like a quick mouse-sized snack.

First things first, you had to get out of this house. Everyone in here would not hesitate to subject you to untold horrors with their cocks if they got the chance. That is if they didn't accidentally kill you by stepping or sitting on you. You make your way to a corner of Kim's bed and carefully slide down the wide metal pole. On hitting the ground you shot a fearful glance up. That impact didn't make enough noise to wake her, right? It took a few seconds of tense waiting before you could admit to yourself that your current stature was probably light enough not to make any kind of noise that would wake the sleeping titan. You scurry across the floor to her bedroom door, stopping only at some discarded clothes to wipe what stale cum still clung to you away. Sadly all that was available to you were some discarded panties, the stink of her cock lingering around them. Hopefully this would be the last time you'd smell that abhorrent stench.

"Hmmm... little Willy..." You freeze, hearing Kim mumble slowly. The words barely left her mouth, only comprehensible because of the total silence at night. "Get... in... my cock... all... of you." You shiver, trying not to think about what was happening in her dreams. A muffled wet squelch from around her groin made it all too clear how she felt about the situation. How many times could she cum in one dream? You didn't stick around to count it, approaching the door and getting down on your belly. With some effort you crawled underneath, finally no longer trapped in the same room as your sadistic sister. Victory pushed you forward. Next up you'd have to navigate the stairs. Each step would be three times taller than you. Tricky, but not impossible. You prepare yourself for the first step when you heard a moan behind you.

"Fuckin hell Kim, how horny can someone be in their sleep?" You hiss to yourself. You clamber down and let yourself drop. The landing was easy enough to handle, your increased resilience finally coming in handy for something other than surviving Big Willy. Step after step was conquered, a groundswell of pride rising up inside you as you were making good progress. Next up would be the living room and your heart sank when you heard noises coming from it. By the sounds of it the TV was still on. Mom must've fallen asleep on the couch again. It shouldn't prove too difficult to navigate. You didn't even have to worry about making noise with your footsteps as the TV would no doubt drown that out. Nevertheless you felt a twinge of fear running down your spine. If she caught you, Hannah would show even less mercy than Kim.

The quickest path to the hallway leading to the front door would be straight across the room. It would be exposed, but with nobody awake you shouldn't have any issues. You begin your long trek and try not to think about what might happen if things go wrong. You're not sure what time it is exactly. You should've looked at Kim's alarm clock before escaping her bed. But the darkness outside told you that dawn was probably still a few hours away. You sneak under the salon table and look up. Almost immediately you wish you didn't. The thick sheet of glass that was the table surface gave you a perfect view of a large pool of cum, a small figure squirming inside of it. He was attached by a long chain to the monstrous cock of Hannah. She sat with her legs spread, her thick, wrinkled manhood deflated and calm like the rest of her. Her breathing was strained, the occasional snort and snore adding to the noise of the TV.

You dread to think what had preceded these events, but you were pretty sure it involved that poor man being trapped inside that bulky shaft for hours. Regrettably you could relate to such horrors. It raised a difficult question. Do you try to free him?