Addition By Anakin Solo

You laid there in the bottom of a waste basket. Looking up out of this hole you screamed for what seemed like forever. But nothing happened. You were just left there. A arm showed itself a while later…it was so far away but then your vision was obstructed with a cascade of paper’s fell in…

<Ahhhhh>….you screamed but it was useless, then you were smothered…

You’re eyes open and there is light. Light is coming in through big windows. You look around but again your head won’t respond. But your eyes do, they roam as far as they can which isn’t too far. You can see a potted plant in a corner, a big black chair in front of you…you’re kind of up high.

Taking a moment you try to feel yourself. Anything? You feel like you’re sitting, sitting upright. Your legs, no more than your legs your lower half is beneath you; you can feel it down there but its separate kind of in a…you can’t explain it. Your stomach too, it’s there but not there, you know its somewhere else but that makes no sense. At least it doesn’t hurt.

You try to look down and see what you are. There is a dark wood surface beneath your eyes, you’re up on it somehow. Like resting on it. To the far side you feel your arm it is there closer than your stomach you think. Out of the corner of your vision you see a grey and black…mouse? Not a mouse like rat but a computer mouse.

Before you think too hard a door opens somewhere behind you. You try to look but can’t turn your head. CLACK, CLACK, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, Someone is walking off of a hard surface onto a carpet. Out of the corner of your eye you see the huge figure come around and pull away the giant chair that was right in front of you.

She…you can tell it is a woman is in a dark business suit with a cream colored blouse that is opened way low and a huge rack. For a moment you are amazed and turned on to be so close to big tits like these. The giant sits down into the chair and you see more of her and then…MOM! Your mother is sitting into the chair and brings it back up.

She doesn’t even look at you while you stare shit faced at her. <MOM it’s me, I’m here…> you remember the coffee cup and how she had crushed you without ever even looking. The thought is crushing. What now?

Your question is answered because you see her reach for something blow what must be a desk, a dark wood desk. Then OW, you get pocked in the belly button, or what felt like your belly button. There is the sound of a fan kind of a rrrruuuuuummmm and at the same time your stomach turns and does a belly flop. Your mom straightens up in her seat and looks directly at you. She is staring into your eyes and you desperately wish you could say something.

You feel your hips, and ass and legs being pulled out. And see your mom pulling out the lower shelf to bring up a key-board. No way, you think. A key-board is for a computer and you think of the running sound and your stomach turning at the same time and…

A see-through image covers your eyes. You’re looking threw it to the outside like its right in your eye. Numbers and symbols run through it and then it closes down. Oh shit…you know what you are…you’re a computer. It all makes sense. Your face and head is the monitor, your stomach was the computer somewhere below the desk, and the rest of you is the key-board and your arm is the mouse…wow that is complicated.

But at least you weren’t hurting till your mom hit the space bar and your balls got kicked with the force of a hammer. You don’t even scream because there was so much shock in the attack.

You feel your hand get covered by something soft and warm. Looking with your eyes you see your mom moving the mouse. A arrow runs over your vision and CLICK, OH your eye gets pocked. Then again POKE, POKE, POKE… what the hell, you try to close your eyes but that doesn’t work.
Some white plane is over your face but you see through it. Then CLCIK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK,CLICK, CLICK, your mom starts typing and your legs get drilled into with each key stoke and the space-bar POW between your legs, POW you want to throw-up.

“Mrs. Whilyer, the department heads want that memo as soon as you can get it.” A voice comes out but you can’t tell who or even understand because BAM, another space.

POK POK POK, and your ears fill with music that is pounding inside your head, and your legs are being continually spiked and kneeded and OW!
The music program runs and the memo is soon typed up. She kits print…

The world around you goes dark and you are thankful…you think…