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Jackie's split from her husband had been hard for the entire family, but none more so than her middle daughter, Rebecca. Boys deal with change and hardship differently, and so Rebecca's older and young bothers didn't let on to how much they were affected. But Rebecca was outwardly devastated when she learned her father would no longer be living with them. It took several weeks before she even started talking to her mother again; and their relationship was never the same. Jackie started to notice her daughter's grades slipping, her backtalk becoming more frequent, and her overall demeanor change from bright and sunny to morose and brooding. Eventually, her daughter started getting disciplinary notes sent to the house. It turns out that Rebecca had been acting out in school; falling in with the wrong crowd and picking on tiny students who recently integrated into the public school system. Jackie felt like this was totally out of her daughter's character. One letter said that Rebecca had bullied a tiny girl so bad that she broke several ribs; finger flicking the tiny girl repeatedly across the length of the lunch table for standing up to her. And another letter said that Rebecca put one tiny student in her back pocket for the whole day as school administrators frantically searched the property for the missing student; finding him only when another student told the vice-principal about the prank. Rebecca had apparently even stepped on one tiny boy, crushing him like a bug; an act that landed her in detention for a week because witnesses claimed the stomp looked intentional.

One day, when both her brothers were out of the house, Jackie confronted her daughter about this troubling shift in behavior. Rebecca was indignant; resenting her mother's line of questioning and regarding it as hypocrisy. In Rebecca's mind, her mother could have focused more on being a responsible parent earlier; instead of only thinking of herself and breaking up the family. As one would expect, the tense conversation soon bubbled over into a shouting match with Jackie yelling at her rebellious daughter and Rebecca shouting emotionally heated statements back in the other direction. It was during this shouting match that Jackie noticed a glint of light flickering in her daughter's mouth.

"And what the hell is that?! You pierced your tongue without telling me?!" Jackie shouted with much indignation.

"Yeah, mom! It's the year 2022. . . welcome to the future. All my friends got one and I don't need your fucking permission! I'm old enough to move the fuck out of here!" Rebecca yelled.

"Well, maybe that's not a bad idea. Let's see how you like living in the real world for a while." Jackie said, only half meaning it. "I just don't get it. You used to be such a sweet girl. Why are you abusing tiny people? We raised you to have morals and tolerance. What did those tiny little students ever do to you, Rebecca?"

"What did they do to me?" Rebecca rhetorically repeated with an eye-roll. "They each acted like they were equals, mom. Look at them and look at us. We've got to remind them of their place in the pecking order sometimes. So basically, we abuse them because we can. We are the superior race," Rebecca said smugly as she turn around to walk away from her mother. But just as she started to take her first step, Jackie grabbed her daughter by the arm.

"Hold it right there you nasty little size Nazi!" Jackie scolded as she physically turned Rebecca back around to face her.

"Stick your tongue out! There's something funny about that piercing and I want to take a look," the middle-aged woman said accusingly.

Rebecca smiled slyly in response to this request.

"I thought you'd never ask."

With that, Rebecca gingerly unfurled her long tongue into the open air like a snake; revealing a long metallic piercing which secured an exhausted tiny man pinned against its circumference by interlocking restraints. The little man could barely move and his eyes appeared pasted shut with slimy saliva as he sat precariously on the edge of Rebecca's wet tongue. It's as if she tried to produce as much spit as possible before poking it out. Jackie was sickened by the sight of her daughter's greedy tongue bathed in frothy spit, its excitement barely constrained as the little man's flavor and imperceptible weight teased the hungry undulating mass. Leaning in closer, Jackie noticed that the little man was bobbing in and out of consciousness; his skin glistening with saliva covered patches of bruised and missing flesh from rubbing himself raw against the stainless steel piercing - his open wounds numb from the digestive enzymes within her bubbling spit. Leaning closer still, Jackie was able to make out the tiny man's facial features. He was merely a boy. Probably one of Rebecca's classmates whom she decided to bully. Leaning in even closer, the giant divorced mom's shadow lurched across the tiny naked student, causing him to temporarily regain consciousness and lift up his head. For just the briefest of moments, Jackie made eye contact with the poor little creature and watched it struggle to speak. Leaning in as close as possible Jackie could smell her daughter's breath rising from her rancid moist tongue; her nose mere inches away. At this distance, Jackie was finally able to make out what the little guy was saying; if only just barely.

"kiiiillll mmmmeeeeee. . . . pleaaase. . . .kill. . . meeee. . ."

The request sent a shiver up Jackie's spine.

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Jackie's split from her husband had been hard for the entire family, but none more so than her middle daughter, Rebecca. Boys deal with change and hardship differently, and so Rebecca's older and young bothers didn't let on to how much they were affected. But Rebecca was outwardly devastated when she learned her father would no longer be living with them. It took several weeks before she even started talking to her mother again; and their relationship was never the same. Jackie started to notice her daughter's grades slipping, her backtalk becoming more frequent, and her overall demeanor change from bright and sunny to morose and brooding. Eventually, her daughter started getting disciplinary notes sent to the house. It turns out that Rebecca had been acting out in school; falling in with the wrong crowd and picking on tiny students who recently integrated into the public school system. Jackie felt like this was totally out of her daughter's character. One letter said that Rebecca had bullied a tiny girl so bad that she broke several ribs; finger flicking the tiny girl repeatedly across the length of the lunch table for standing up to her. And another letter said that Rebecca put one tiny student in her back pocket for the whole day as school administrators frantically searched the property for the missing student; finding him only when another student told the vice-principal about the prank. Rebecca had apparently even stepped on one tiny boy, crushing him like a bug; an act that landed her in detention for a week because witnesses claimed the stomp looked intentional.

One day, when both her brothers were out of the house, Jackie confronted her daughter about this troubling shift in behavior. Rebecca was indignant; resenting her mother's line of questioning and regarding it as hypocrisy. In Rebecca's mind, her mother could have focused more on being a responsible parent earlier; instead of only thinking of herself and breaking up the family. As one would expect, the tense conversation soon bubbled over into a shouting match with Jackie yelling at her rebellious daughter and Rebecca shouting emotionally heated statements back in the other direction. It was during this shouting match that Jackie noticed a glint of light flickering in her daughter's mouth.

"And what the hell is that?! You pierced your tongue without telling me?!" Jackie shouted with much indignation.

"Yeah, mom! It's the year 2022. . . welcome to the future. All my friends got one and I don't need your fucking permission! I'm old enough to move the fuck out of here!" Rebecca yelled.

"Well, maybe that's not a bad idea. Let's see how you like living in the real world for a while." Jackie said, only half meaning it. "I just don't get it. You used to be such a sweet girl. Why are you abusing tiny people? We raised you to have morals and tolerance. What did those tiny little students ever do to you, Rebecca?"

"What did they do to me?" Rebecca rhetorically repeated with an eye-roll. "They each acted like they were equals, mom. Look at them and look at us. We've got to remind them of their place in the pecking order sometimes. So basically, we abuse them because we can. We are the superior race," Rebecca said smugly as she turn around to walk away from her mother. But just as she started to take her first step, Jackie grabbed her daughter by the arm.

"Hold it right there you nasty little size Nazi!" Jackie scolded as she physically turned Rebecca back around to face her.

"Stick your tongue out! There's something funny about that piercing and I want to take a look," the middle-aged woman said accusingly.

Rebecca smiled slyly in response to this request.

"I thought you'd never ask."

With that, Rebecca gingerly unfurled her long tongue into the open air like a snake; revealing a long metallic piercing which secured an exhausted tiny man pinned against its circumference by interlocking restraints. The little man could barely move and his eyes appeared pasted shut with slimy saliva as he sat precariously on the edge of Rebecca's wet tongue. It's as if she tried to produce as much spit as possible before poking it out. Jackie was sickened by the sight of her daughter's greedy tongue bathed in frothy spit, its excitement barely constrained as the little man's flavor and imperceptible weight teased the hungry undulating mass. Leaning in closer, Jackie noticed that the little man was bobbing in and out of consciousness; his skin glistening with saliva covered patches of bruised and missing flesh from rubbing himself raw against the stainless steel piercing - his open wounds numb from the digestive enzymes within her bubbling spit. Leaning closer still, Jackie was able to make out the tiny man's facial features. He was merely a boy. Probably one of Rebecca's classmates whom she decided to bully. Leaning in even closer, the giant divorced mom's shadow lurched across the tiny naked student, causing him to temporarily regain consciousness and lift up his head. For just the briefest of moments, Jackie made eye contact with the poor little creature and watched it struggle to speak. Leaning in as close as possible Jackie could smell her daughter's breath rising from her rancid moist tongue; her nose mere inches away. At this distance, Jackie was finally able to make out what the little guy was saying; if only just barely.

"kiiiillll mmmmeeeeee. . . . pleaaase. . . .kill. . . meeee. . ."

The request sent a shiver up Jackie's spine.