Adopted - Last Chapter

My mom and dad would always tell me that when I would turn 18 I would be able and allowed to do whatever I want. But as long as I was underage I had to obey the rules and stay. Well, when I turned 18, on my very birthday, my life changed. I had planned to leave the house as soon as I would get 18 and find myself a nice job and live on my own in a small apartment I would rent. I had planned this for months. I could have gone way before, but I waited for my 18th birthday to make it all a celebration. I wanted to leave my family once and for all, and…as a matter of fact, that’s what I did.

The problem is that something truly bad happened just before. Bad as in, very bad. I had gathered most of my stuff. Had planned for a friend to pick me up at noon. I was ready to make the real jump in the real life when my mother came into my room around 10. She saw that I was almost ready to go and she frowned at me.

“Where you going?” she asked me, hands on hips.

“Nowhere.” I said, trying to look casual. It failed. My mother looked at my bag. I didn’t tell anyone in my family that I was leaving because I was scared that they would just shrink me and never let me go. She didn’t know. My mother then rolled her eyes, not believing my bullshit and she crossed her arms.

“To know where you’re going, you should know where you come from.” She said, like if it was a wise Asian proverb. All of a sudden, I started thinking about my true parents that I never knew.

“I don’t need to know where I come from, I just know that I want to go away from here. I’m 18 now, you can’t keep me here anymore.”

“True. I will let you leave. You are not my real daughter.” Said my mom. I was relieved. But it was short lived. Yumi pointed the shrinking thingie towards me and pressed down the button.

“What? No!” I said, shrinking quickly into my clothes until I was about 4 inches. Damn her, I knew something like that could have happened but I was hoping so hard that it would not. I guessed my mother wanted to torture me one last time before I would leave. Sadly for me, she had something in mind, and that something still haunts me today as the worse, single most horrible event that ever occurred to me in my whole life.

“I will show you where you should have come from.” My mother said to me, picking my up with her large giantess hand. She stood up and walked towards her room, holding me in her clenched fist, my head and shoulders sticking out. I couldn’t move my arms. I was forced against my will again, for the last time. I tried to figure out what she meant. And then it occurred to me, when I saw her sit down on her bed and pull down her white cotton panties.

“LET ME GO!” I screamed, my heart started racing in panic. I struggled in me mom’s clenched fist but she brought me down facing her barely shaved sex. I understood what she meant, and I couldn’t believe she was about to do. I tried to convince myself this wasn’t happening, but my mother’s vagina was looking at me and my mother brought me closer to it, very slowly.

“You are not my true daughter. That is where my true daughters came from.” Yumi said to me. I remember screaming as loud as I could. Panicked. Disgusted. She then brought my head close to her vulva and I only had time to take a lungful of air before she spreaded her legs and pushed my head inside her wet vagina. It was so warm and sticky. I felt her push on my shoulder in, and then my breasts. I tried to free my arms. She grabbed my lower body and legs. I tried to pull myself out but she was too strong she pushed me deeper inside. I heard her moan. This wasn’t happening. I was holding my breath, surrounded by Yumi’s flesh inside her sex, in total disarray and I started to gag. She then pulled me out violently and I didn’t have time to do more than take another breath before she pushed me back inside.

I was being violated. On my 18th birthday, by my adoptive mom, who shrunk me to use me as a dildo. There. I said it. I wrote it. It’s out.

I wish she had never done that. I wish this never happened to me, but it did. No matter how much I wish it all away it sticks like a deep cut that cannot heal. It hurts me to think about it, and there is no way it has any intention to leave me alone.

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She pulled me in and out like that several times, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, and I understood my late 40’s mom was trying to have an orgasm. But she never achieved it. She ended up throwing my to the floor and I tumbled down on the carpet, all wet and disgusting.

“You are good for nothing. You will end up in the streets.” She said. I looked at her and she was crying. She was out of her mind, completely entranced. I am still hoping that back then, at that precise moment, she felt regret. Regret and shame for what she made me endure all my childhood and all up to the last moment, on my 18th birthday. I will never know what were my mother’s feelings at that moment, she pulled up her panties and left the room. I found a discarded sock to dry my body on. I was disgusting, shaking, I was cold and miserable. I spat. Gagged some more. I had just lived the worse most traumatic experience of my life and I was discarded. I wish I could sue her for doing this to me. But nobody would believe me.

Yumi came back into the room with a warm wet facial towel and she tossed it to me. I could clean myself from her juices. But no matter how hard I washed I could always feel it on my body. I was utterly disgusted. My mom then used the shrinking device to bring me back up to my normal size.

“Leave.” She said, sternly, without looking at me in the eyes.

I didn’t say anything. I ran to my room and dressed up, grabbed my things and ran out the front door. That was the last time I ever saw her or Aiko.

Like I said in the introduction, today I am a manager in a small business. I…got through life. I am 25 now and I am proud of all the things I did, all the successes I had since I left that wretched home. I have an apartment. I still have nightmares, but I am now a grown up person, with responsibilities and a real life. My name is Karyn, and I was abused all my childhood. But not anymore. Now, I know where I come from, and I know where I am going.

The End