Mamma's Massacre
Story by Shalmendo on SoFurry
Evil Sprite gets a little, well, Evil, and hides a bunch of tiny humans in several of his Mamma Sprite's clothes, lipstick, and various other places and enjoys the results while she has no clue they're there.
Mamma’s Massacre
By: Shalmendo
© 2015
For: Evil Sprite
The little Sprite was feeling particularly naughty tonight, and went and got out his box of tinies. These were a bit smaller than the last batch, but he’ll still enjoy them just as much. Mamma sprite had already gone to bed, and so this was a good time to make some arrangements.
He grabbed one, and carefully snuck into mamma’s room, where she was snoozing. He paused to make sure she was fully asleep then crept up to the bed and watched her sleeping soundly. She looked almost blissful, with her big lips parted slightly as she slept. He stared at her lips, focusing on them...then grinned and lowered the tiny down towards them. The tiny thrashed around and screamed in a tiny voice he couldn’t hear very well. Regardless, the tiny was lowered towards her lips, and pushed carefully right between them. The tiny fell in quietly, and tried to grab something. Instead, something grabbed him. It was Mamma’s tongue, feeling an intrusion into her mouth, it reflexively pushed against it and pulled it down twoards her throat. Sprite watched, entranced, as he watched the tiny be pulled down helpelessly to her gaping throat and pushed right into it. He shivered as her breathing paused, and he heard her gulp unconsciously. A moment later the deep breathing resumed, but he watched, transfixed, as a lump gradually slid down her throat and dissappeared deeper within her. He fondled himself, thinking about how she had just swallowed a tiny without knowing it, in her sleep. He wondered what else he could get away with as she slept, and went to retrieve another tiny.
He returned to the bedroom, looking around at her, then gently pulled the covers back, revealing her ample form, and admired her breasts, and the nipples that adorned them. He looked at the struggling tiny, then at the breasts and shook his head, looking further down along her, and spotted her most private area between her legs. He grinned as he lowered the tiny to it and gingerly started pushing him in between those lips...The tiny kept struggling and he very carefully pushed it deeper into his mamma with a finger. Finally the tiny was completely engulfed and he saw the lips twitch a bit. He was mildly startled as her deep breathing suddenly stopped, and she gave a soft sigh that sounded a bit like a moan before she resumed her sleep-laden breathing. He legs also shifted a bit, trapping the tiny within her even more than it already was. Sprite tingled with excitement...what else could he get away with?
He didn’t want to push his luck so he set his alarm clock for early in the morning and went to sleep. Or tried to. It was hard to sleep with some of the ideas he had tumbling around in his head, but he managed to doze off and was awakened by the alarm...he grabbed the box of tinies and took them into his mom’s room where he set to work.
First, he opened his mom’s lipstick, and firmly stuck one of the tinies into the tip where she would soon be scraping some layers off onto her lips, including the tiny, this time. Then, he closed that up and put it back where it was. Next, he moved to her clothing. He spent a moment considering where tinies should go, so carefully planted one in his momma’s panties, thinking the tiny would have ‘a good time’ stuffed in there. From there he planted a tiny in her usual black outfit, using a bit of thread to put him right about where her nipple was going to be. He decided to put another one at the other nipple as well, and a few more in the areas where he butt cheeks would be occupying as well...he wanted to make sure they would ‘enjoy themselves’. Next, he went for her footwear. He grabbed some tape, and taped a few tinies into each one, at strategic locations for her toes, the ball of her foot, and especially her heel. He smiled with satisfaction as he double checked their positions and made sure they were secure. Once this was done he returned to his bedroom and went back to sleep after resetting his alarm to make sure he could peek in on her once she woke up.
Soon enough his alarm went off and he went to the door to peek through the crack of it being partly open. He watched her get up and adjust her crotch area subconsciously as she headed for a shower. Soon, she returned and started getting ready for her day. He watched her grab her outfit and slip it on, adjusting it, unaware of the micros occupying it helplessly. He watched as she settled it onto her body, thinking of the micros trapped against her nipples, and her buttocks. But he also looked down to her groin thinking of the one in there that is probably going to be sliding in and out of her lips for the rest of the day, and might even survive it.
Next, he watched her put on her makeup at the mirror...the typical things were applied, eyeliner, a touch of blush, and so forth, but he really got a thrill when she popped open her lipstick. The tiny was still trapped in it, and found himself being rapidly smudged right against her thick and sensual lips, in a careless manner. It quickly found itself trapped against her lip with a layer of the stuff ontop of him, and she had no clue about it. She couldn’t even see him in the mirror. Sprite wiggled in enjoyment.
Then, she went and put on her shoes, slipping her large feet carelessly into each and pressing her weight down onto the insoles. She never noticed the several micros that suddenly saw her huge sole sliding in and suddenly crushing them to death. they left behind some nice bloodstains but those will probably be diluted a good deal when she starts sweating later.
Jumping back a bit in time, we find the first tiny in the grip of the devilish Sprite, lowering it twoards his mamma’s lips. The tiny stared down, seeing the recognizable features of two lips parted, and teeth slightly visible behind. Oh god, the tiny thought, i’m going to be in a mouth! The evil Sprite lowered him right against those lips, and he started struggling, shouting up at his captor, “Let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! I got a wife and twelve kids!” Unfortunately his words were lost on the giant Imp’s ears, and he wouldn’t have cared anyway even if he did hear those words. Those thick and luscious lips surrounded him, shifting and sliding against his body. They were mostly dry on the outside, but once he slipped in further he could feel how wet and moist the mouth was. To him, it was disgusting, like being covered in dog drool. It was warm, and slippery, and quite humid as he felt the other Imp’s breath blasting past him in hot bursts.
Suddenly, to his absolute horror, he felt something wet and rubbery shift against him. Looking down, he saw her tongue shifting around like some kind of strange whale, and grabbing onto his legs. He struggled further, trying to grab onto the lips, or the teeth, knowing the inevitable end to this was going to end up in her stomach, but the Imp’s strong fingers forced him right down against that tongue, and all he could do was shout and scream in pure terror as the tongue grabbed ahold of him and forced him down towards the open gullet.
The gullet felt worse than the mouth and tongue did, as it was even more slimy and covered in thick layers of saliva that stretched across the opening in thick strings that seemed to quiver in anticipation of the morsel that was headed right through them. The poor man was forcefully pulled down and he heard a massive sound echo around through the cavern, a gulp, he realized. That realization did him little good as peristalsis grabbed hold of him and started pulling him down a black and moist tunnel which flexed and wiggled around him instinctively. He felt himself sliding through patches of mucus and saliva for a surprising amount of time until he felt himself become suddenly released after pushing through a tight point he wasn’t sure he was going to make it through. Next, he found himself in a foul smelling space with thick liquid filling part of it. He felt around, and his hands came upon a piece of mushy and organic material that he could hear fizzling softly. A few moments later he felt his skin starting to tingle. He cringed and thought, Shit, I’m going to be digested! He started pounding on the fleshy and slowly undulating wall and shouting, but this did him little good as he found out after several more minutes. With his whole body tingling he curled up on a dryer spot and cried softly, knowing this was his end.
Next, we come to the second tiny being brought into the bedroom. He didn’t know what was going on, or what to expect, but he got a good look at the sleeping Mamma Sprite as his captor held him and stood pondering for a moment, then pulled the covers off. The sexually charged visage was revealed, of mamma sprite’s prone and sleeping form. He actually admired her breasts but started as that giant hand lowered him twoards her groin, and the pussy filled his view. “Oh god!” he said, he was sure something good wasn’t going to come of this.
He was painstakingly right as those fingers roughly shoved his face into the labia, which had it’s own unique musk and a bit of moisture on it. It got worse as the fingers forced him in further, through those lips, and into the hot and damp confines within. He struggled, trying to cry out but the flesh muffled him. He felt the dominant fingers give him a final shove deeper inside and the flesh around him rippled and shifted in response to his movements. He tried wiggling more, thinking he might get some attention and moved his arms as well, but this did nothing but induce the space to become a bit warmer, and wetter. A moment later gravity shifted and he felt things clamp down on him tighter, there was no way he would be able to climb his way out of the sexual space, confined there for as long as he could survive. He felt himself getting weak over time, and he lost track of how long it had been..he was totally covered in her sexual juices..and he even dozed off. Only to be awakened by things suddenly shaking and shifting around him.
He started awake, wondering if someone was going to retrieve him but instead he just felt a rhythmic rocking as she walked around for a bit. Then things stopped for a few minutes and he felt different twisting movements. Finally though, the pressure abated as grey fingers probed into the area, followed by a deluge of water. He tried to reach out for those fingers, which were probably searching for him, but the water grabbed hold of him and he found himself being washed out of the cavern he had spent the night in. He found himself falling into a massive river of flowing water and looked up to see the giant Mamma Sprite towering over him, naked, and taking a shower. She was cleaning herself out, it seemed, and had no idea he had ever been there! That was the least of his problems as he suddenly became aware the water was rushing towards a huge vortex in the floor and he couldn’t fight the current. It was the drain in the bottom of the shower, he realized, as he was getting sucked right in. Fortunately there was a grid over the drain, like many showers have, and he grabbed ahold of the edge, pulling himself up with great effort. He managed to keep this position as the mamma sprite’s feet stomped and thudded around him, and he felt relieved that he wasn’t going to be washed down the drain. His relief was short lived as he looked up to stare at the body of the woman who’s pussy he had just spent some time in. He saw her shifting and wiggling around as he watched, and it was a surprisingly sexual view. He found himself getting aroused, but even as he started to enjoy the view, her foot came into view overhead, the tough and gigantic sole presented to him in a way nobody else gets to see. He swallowed, hoping it would just pass overhead, but then he saw it start to descend instead, right on top of him! He shouted, hoping she would hear, but that hope was crushed, just as he was underneath that carelessly descending sole. He felt an immense moment of pain as his bones were crushed, and he was split in half over the grid. His remains, his blood, and everything else, was simply washed away like he was never there.
Early in the morning, a group of tinies found themselves grabbed out of the box, and taken into the bedroom. For what purpose they had no clue. One in particular was slated for an interesting fate, as he soon found out as the imp’s fingers plucked him out of the group and brought him to bear against a strange purple and waxy material he couldn’t identify. He found his feet being forced into it and it held him firmly despite his struggles. After a few more moments, a giant cylinder was pressed down on top of it, sliding over it and locking into place with a clamping sound. He remained this way, helpless in the waxy substance, squirming, for quite some time..he lost track of how long.
Suddenly, there was a huge popping sound as the cylinder started to move. He sighed in relief, hoping he was going to be plucked out of his stuck position, but that wasn’t to be his destiny. Instead he looked up to see a pair of huge lips flexing in front of him, getting ready for something. He quickly found out what that was as he found his face being suddenly planted right into the lower lip. It was surprisingly nice and lush, but that didn’t matter as he started to be scraped roughly against it. He was dragged across several of the undulating wrinkles the lip presented several times until one finally dislodged him. He quickly found himself covered in the waxy material, and stuck against that lip. He couldn’t see much as the wax covered almost all of him but he had a gap he could peek through and he saw the purpley substance dragged across the rest of the lip and the other lip above. He gasped, it was lipstick! He was stuck on the lady imps lips, and the waxy substance was holding him entirely securely. She must not even know he was there, and he couldn’t get her attention with his body pinned like it was.
Moving on, the next tiny had no clue of his fate either. He simply found himself being carefully pushed into, and trapped, among soft and feminine materials of an unknown nature. He caught a glimpse of some lace, but not much else. He found himself tangled up in the threads and the drawer they were in was closed. He spent a long time in there, struggling with the threads and making gradual slow progress twoards his own freedom. He was just about free when the drawer was opened and a larger hand reached in and carelessly plucked up the garment.
He gasped in surprise as the material was opened up and lowered...he found himself staring up at mamma sprite’s naked body for a few moments before he started rising rapidly, like an elevator, twoards the space between her legs. It was like riding one of those newer space elevator rides that shoots you up many feet to freefall back down, except in this case it was a one-way ride straight up. He instinctively gripped the fabric as he rapidly rose, and suddenly saw her labia approaching quickly. He couldn’t help but squint his eyes shut at the last minute, not wanting to see the rest of the horror being presented to him. He shortly felt the soft flesh of her labia pushing against him in an almost hungry manner, but was rubbed back and forth against it as the garment was settled onto it’s owner’s body casually, with no knowlege of his presence. His mouth was forced to taste some of the musk it presented to him and he moaned a bit, normally this might be rather sexy but right now he’s trapped in this situation and he doesn’t know if he’s going to get out alive. Things got worse once she put the rest of her clothes on, as it started to warm up and get uncomfortably hot. And even worse from there, as she started walking and he was forced to rub back and forth repeatedly against her hot sex. It must have felt his presence even a little as he thought he felt it twitch and shift, and even get a little moister. This was going to be a long ride.
The next pair of tinies had a different destination. They found themselves being sewn with a small thread into a set of spaces in a black garment they didn’t know anything about. They just knew they were stuck there, and unable to hear each other due to the muffling effect, and the distance.
Their location came to light some hours later as things shook and ruffled, a hand grabbed the garment, and started arranging it. It was a bit of a wild and random swinging type ride, and one of them started feeling sick. The nausea was quickly overcome by shock and fear as the mamma imp’s face slid by, only briefly glimpsed, and each of them saw one of her purpleish nipples rise up like some kind of hungry behemoth. Without warning, they find themselves pressed face-first against a nipple each. They found them to be quite soft and almost luxurious, save for the fact that they were trapped helplessly. The nipples seemed to respond to their positioning and presence by getting harder, and this made things uncomfortable as they found themselves pushed firmly against the material in a bit of a squeeze, trapped there helplessly. They were pushed against the fabric somewhat tightly, and had trouble breathing with their faces trapped against the luscious nipples. They couldn’t do anything about it, although one of them couldn’t help but get a bit of a hardon. Over time, the nipples became warmer and a bit of sweat began to form, bathing them in the musk, and waterlogging them with it. They still couldn’t do anything about it, and had no idea what else was going on, being trapped as they were in the fabric and flesh.
The next few micros found themselves also trapped among this fabric, and similarly unsure what was going on. They realized their own plight as a huge mound of dark grey flesh rose up before them, and unceremoniously slammed against them. Each face was trapped against the flesh of her rump, helpless, and unaware of which part of the body it was, just as she was unaware of them. These particular micros wouldn’t last very long because later, caught up in the flesh, and finding it difficult to breathe, she sat down. This proved to be fatal for each of them as the pressure started to increase several thousandfold, and one by one, each of their bones fractured and broke. The crunching was sickening to their tiny ears, but nobody else heard it aside from them. Beyond the breaking, their flesh and innards were turned into a mash of flesh and blood, smears of insignificant bugs that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They didn’t last very long.
The next group found themselves placed against a strong smelling surface, which they all identified as a strong gym locker room smell. They all looked up at a strange archway curving overhead, not sure what it was. They were all left to their own thoughts as they were each trapped under a layer of adhesive and plastic, and left there for quite some time.
After what felt like an eternity trapped there, they looked up to see the closet door open, like a wall of heaven swinging open. Before them stood what could only be a goddess of epic porportions, wearing a slick black outfit, and staring down right at them. Was she going to release them? No, instead she reached down and grabbed onto the two objects they were stuck against, and then moved them out of the closet, dropping them down again with a pair bone jarring thuds. This wasn’t to be the worst of their experience as she stepped over the footwear, revealing the huge soles they were going to be acquainted with shortly. They all shuddered, realizing they were in footwear...and those big soles would be grinding against them soon enough. The first pair was treated to a display as she lowered her toes down twoards the heel. There were tinies trapped there and they were momentarily relieved as her toes missed them by a small margin and pushed into the arch of the shoe. But their relief was short lived as her tough heel started to lower into place. they were allready getting whiffs of fresh foot smell with an over layer of soap, and they knew they were doomed. That solid texture lowered down ontop of them without care and as she put her weight on the shoe, each one of them was flattened and compressed helplessly. The compression was brutal as she lifted up her other foot to slip it into the other shoe. All of her weight was grinding down on all the tinies in the first shoe and their bodies quickly gave out. Bones snapped and were ground into powder within mere moments, and all their internal fluids exploded out of them in gushing fountains of pure gore. It would be a horrendous visage for anyone who was unfortunate enough to see, but the gigantic mamma sprite just slipped her other foot down as if nothing unusuall was happening. And to her it wasn’t.
The tinies in the second shoe were treated to a similiar experience. The ones in the toe watched her twin toes slide closer, and lift up, then slam down ontop of them all in a seeming slow motion horror display. The texturing was quite thick, rugged, speaking of a combination of age and toughness, but none of them cared. They were too horrified by the prospect of what was about to happen. They had it a bit easier than the first shoe as she finally stood down on top of both of them at once, distributing her weight better. These tinies actually get to live a little as he toes pushed off, and started grinding them down a little with each step she made on her way out of the house, but they weren’t as tough as they need to be to survive it for very long. One by one their bodies popped with explosions of innards, blood, and flesh, while their bones fractured into thousands of pieces. One by one they died underneath her mighty tread, and the last one finally exploded under her toe as she stepped over the threshold of the front door.
When he moved to hug her goodbye as she left, he stared at her lips where he could see a faint outline where the tiny was trapped, and probably struggling for it’s survival, not that she noticed or cared, but Sprite did. Sprite found it quite enjoyable. He could even spot faint outlines on her clothing where the micros were being squished against her nipples, and further down where the one was trapped against her pussy.
He snuggled her briefly before he had to go to his bedroom and masturbate madly, with a handful of micros as he imagined the warm and sweaty plight the micros stuck in her clothing were going to be trapped in for the rest of the day. He thought about checking on her clothes once she got home, and seeing how the micros had fared….
Later that day she returned home. The first thing she did was take off her footwear and casually set it aside. Sprite, of course, inspected it as soon as he got a chance, and could see how the poor micros had been ground into barely visible smudges on the insole. He figured their lives had ended almost as soon as she had put her feet in, so didn’t get to suffer very much, which led him to thoughts of those that had been caught up in her outfit.
Once she had discarded her clothing, he picked up her outfit and checked what survivors there were. The one in her panties had expired, although he was mostly intact. He probably died from the heat or asphyxiation. The nipple riding tinies were barely alive, having been getting a cushier easier ride than most of the others. He grinned as he pulled them out of their bonds. He could see them moving weakly, and put them back into their box for more abuse later. He noted how there were nothing but the remains of blood stains and spots of mushed gore where mamma had sat down on the tinies on her rear, and chuckled to himself.
He wondered what to do with the few remaining tinies he had left.