My Little Pet 5 (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

“Oooh, that’s it, baby,” Sarah huffed as she thrust against Tanner again. Rosy-cheeked and shallow-breathed, the blonde cupped her hands around her boyfriend’s cheeks. “Mommy likes that!”

“Yeah… yeah… wait-” Tanner grunted, momentarily distracted by the M-word. “Did you just…”

“Shhhh… don’t talk. I’m almost there,” the nineteen-year-old whispered. She pressed her finger over Tanner’s lips to hush him, then pushed her palms off his chest for a higher angle. “You are, too. I can feel it. You gonna make a mess for me? Are you gonna cum for Mommy? Cuz you’re about to make Mommy cum.”

Tanner’s face distorted with disgust at his girlfriend’s word choice during the worst possible moment, but it unfortunately also coincided with his orgasm. His gasp was overshadowed by Sarah’s own dramatic wail of pleasure, however. She wriggled and wormed about on Tanner, caressing every part of him she could touch, and riding her bare soles along his legs. Eventually, the pair relaxed into one another: Sarah wearing a euphoric grin and still trembling with sexual afterglow, and Tanner glancing at the clock for a chance to exit.

When the young man did eventually leave, Sarah remained curled up in her bed for several minutes longer, writhing in ecstasy. Her fingers explored her sweat-streaked body, reminding herself of the sensations. That was one of her best orgasms yet. Tanner’s climax was probably great too, she decided; it had to be. It definitely had to do with hearing her own voice at the last second reminding him that, though they were the same age and he was much taller, he was still her boy, and she was his Mommy.

Rising finally, Sarah made her way to the closet, opened the doors, and pulled her loafers off the shelf. Her fingers slid inside to grab Tessa. However, she was shocked to discover both shoes were empty.

“No! Oh, Bella? Bella! Where’d you go!” Sarah called out. She wasn’t panicked, but nevertheless quickly searched every nook and cranny of the shelf, eventually moving to the next rack of shoes and peering inside each one. It didn’t take long to find the three-inch little woman crouched in hiding behind Sarah’s fancy-date high heels.

“THERE you are!” Sarah declared. She reached out and snatched the puny creature up in her palm, wrapping her fingers hard around her pitiful limbs with less of her usual gentleness. Sarah had quickly gone from surprise at Tessa’s disappearance to irritation and even a hint of anger at what was clearly an escape attempt. “Well, little girl, have you got anything to say for yourself?”

“NO! Goddamn it, let me go!” Tessa screamed. She fought for only a second, after confirming just how tightly Sarah’s fingers had cinched around her. “PUT ME DOWN!”

“Cheep-cheep-cheep. It’s really cute when you say that usually, Bella, but sometimes Mommy wishes you could use real words, not made-up ones, and explain yourself. See, your beautiful and understanding Mommy put you in that shoe for two reasons: one, so you could start getting used to your new-favorite place, and two, cuz Mommy was having some hanky-panky with Daddy, and she needed some peace and quiet. Only, you had to prove to me you’re not mature and responsible enough to handle being on your own!”

“Fuck you. Are those real enough words for you?” the little lady spat.

“Awww. It’s cute when you tell me you love me, even after you’ve misbehaved, but I can’t just keep giving you chances, Bella. I mean, it makes Mommy sad when you keep pretending like you want to run away. You’re mine to keep safe and sound, but you really make it hard for me sometimes,” Sarah continued. She carried her charge over to the bed, where she took a seat and sandwiched Tessa between her palms. The girl’s big blue eyes were wide as saucers, her full lips pinched. “You’re a mean little thing, Bella. And rude, and selfish. I hate to say it, cuz I’m your Mommy, but it’s true. All you think about is yourself. It’s just you, you, you, like nobody else is even there. And what even are you, really? I love you, cuz you’re so cute and make funny noises and like drinking my saliva and living in my shoes, but the rest of the world wouldn’t love you! Yeah, think about that for a little while, okay? Just look at yourself, Bella.”

Grunting, Tessa obeyed, but only because she knew if she didn’t, Sarah’s giant fingertips would fasten in a fleshy vice around her head and literally force her to look down at her body.

“What do you see there, little one?”

“I see how you’ve tried to turn me into an animal,” Tessa whispered, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat, but it was hard not to feel emotional when asked shrunken existential questions. “Into your pet.”

“That’s right, you’re a kinda-pretty girl who’s thin and weak and kinda weird-shaped, like a kid’s doll. Sorry to have to say, but it’s the truth,” Sarah rambled. She stifled a victorious grin, and licked the corner of her lip. Her fingers brandished around Tessa. “It’s not the best sight to see, really. I thought you were beautiful when I first found you in the garden, but every time you try to run away, or puke up your breakfasts, you get a little less pretty.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you have to eat fucking spit every day,” Tessa sarcastically scowled.

“And now look at you. You’re just like any little tiny creature. Like a wild mouse. If I let you leave this room ever, you’d look even worse after an hour. That’s what all your ungrateful and selfish ways have gotten you,” Sarah explained. All the while, her voice remained gentle, cooing warmly at the shrunken lady in her hands, which ironically was even more eerie for the unsettled Tessa to have to hear. “Now that you’ve looked at you, though, take a look at me. What do you see?”

Sickened by this degrading conversation, Tessa craned her neck up to observe the golden-haired buxom giantess above, but Sarah gave her help anyway by jamming her thumb under the prisoner’s neck and nudging.

“I see an insane bitch,” Tessa uttered.

“Awww… that’s right! You see your Mommy! See, you can answer good when you really concentrate your tiny pea-brain!” Sarah sang. “And you see how pretty Mommy is, don’t you, Bella? Mommy’s beautiful and giant to you. Maybe you don’t notice it so much, since I can’t trust you to be around other mommies without trying to run away, but I’m the most gorgeous girl you could ever want to own you. That’s what Tanner says to me, except for the owning him part, but we’re still working on that, cuz he pretends like he doesn’t super-like it when I tell him I’m his Mommy, too, when we’re doing it in bed. Anyway, that’s not important. What’s important, Bella, is that you see that next to me, you’re… not very much. You’re an average little plasticy doll with crazy hair and pukes a lot for some reason. And I’m like a goddess. Not just cuz I’m so much bigger and stronger and better than you… I mean, that too… but also cuz every part of me is more beautiful than your whole body. You know why, Bella? Cuz I’m considerate, and kind, and caring, and I love you sooooo much more than you obviously love me, and I’ll keep loving you even though you keep trying to run away and be mean and selfish. And that’s what makes me the most beautiful Mommy you could ever have. That, and my face and my body. Really, people tell me all the time I should be a model!”

The little woman had curled up into a ball, unable to deal with this onslaught of gleeful shaming. Ordinarily, Tessa had thick skin, and wasn’t bothered by what the haters said. Unfortunately, she’d also now been in Sarah’s terrible clutches for almost two weeks now, and was in such a fragile state, it didn’t take much to push her over the edge. She was barely holding it together, and upon being subjected to yet another one of Sarah’s long, self-centered speeches, Tessa bowed her head and started to weep.

“Ohhhh no, don’t cry, little one. I’m just trying to be honest with you about how beautiful I am and how not-beautiful you’re being,” Sarah whispered, and lifted Tessa to the level of her chin. However, despite the softness of her voice, her sly smile and barely withheld enthusiasm proved she wasn’t necessarily dismayed to see her tears, either. “Come here. Let Mommy make it up to you, okay? Kissy-kissy, Bella. Kissy-kissy! Show Mommy you’re sorry for trying to run away from her shoes, and make me see that you won’t ever try it again!”

With that, Sarah thrust Tessa against her lips and commenced one of her trademark smooching storms. The puffy pink O-shape of her maw endlessly hammered Tessa down against the blonde’s palm, giving her whiplash and leaving sticky stamps of drool on every square inch of her splayed form. Moist smacking and tongue clicks filled the room, drowning out Tessa’s useless pleas for mercy between tears. Even more than usual, there was a kind of hunger in Sarah’s desperate kisses, as though the combination of sex with Tanner earlier, followed by the chance to berate her toy into crying, had fired her right back up. This fact had occurred to Tessa several days before, but there was no denying it now. She couldn’t help but cry harder then, knowing her sorrow was only fueling Sarah’s power trip.