You feel the tingling feeling throughout your body, and then suddenly find yourself standing on Michelle's computer desk.
"D'you promise I can have him back when you're done?" You hear Michelle's voice from above and behind you.
You turn around and find your mom and Michelle, stood in front of the desk, looking down at you.
"Of course you can have him back," your mom says with a smile. "I just need him for a few hours. Then you can do whatever that dirty little mind of yours has planned for him."
"And what are YOU gonna do to him mom?" Michelle asks mischeviously.
Your mom grins as she looks first at Michelle, then back down to you.
"I'm going to use him to make a fantasy I've had since I was a little girl come true. I was hoping I could wait until you were done with him, but I can't wait any longer."
She then cups her right hand to Michelle's right ear and leans down to it. You hear her whisper something, but can't quite make it out.
Michelle's eyes open wide in surprise as her jaw drops.
"MOM!" she says. "That's not possible."
"It wouldn't be possible if we were still ordinary human beings." Your mom replies with a grin. "But we're not ordinary humans anymore. We have the powers of Gods. We can do whatever we want."
"Well, let me know how you're gonna do that," Michelle says. "Because I'd like to give it a try."
Your mom reaches down for you with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. Your instinct is back away, but with nowhere to go, you don't bother.
"I'll be happy to teach you sweetie." Your mom says as she lifts you up and then drops you into the right pocket of the short bathrobe she's wearing.
"Three or four hours," you hear your mom say. "And he's all yours again. In the meantime...here, you can play with a couple of his friends. And err..don't worry if you break them. They're replaceable."
You hear Michelle giggle. "Ok you little assholes," you hear her voice get fainter. "Who wants to serve Mistress Michelle first? First to volunteer gets to live when I'm finished".
You hear the sound of a door closing and then feel movement.
A couple of minutes later, your mom plucks you out of her pocket with her thumb and forefinger. She lifts you up to her face and smiles, then she lets go.
You can't help but scream in terror as plummet toward the ground, seemingly from about thirty stories up at your current size. A few seconds later, you hurtle into the bedroom floor with tremendous force. You hear your mom laugh loudly as you bounce off the carpet and slam into the floor for a second time.
"I guess that's the good thing about being dead." your mom says. "Or the bad thing. Depending on your point of view."
By now, your mom has removed her bathrobe is standing over you, completely naked, with her left hand on her hip. Standing with you almost between her toes, looking at your mom is like standing at the base of the Eiffel tower and looking up to the top. You're terrified, but also slightly turned on by the sight of your mom's giant, naked body. Her 38 year old curves are more like those of a 21 year old. There are no wrinkles or rough spots anywhere. You can't help but staring up at the enormous slit between her thighs. And you notice that she's completely shaved off her pubic hair. Your friends had always commented on how beautiful your mom is, but you'd never paid it any attention. Until now. Altogether, the site, of your giant, naked mother, is both erotic and terrifying at the same time. You're nothing more than a bug to her. Completely at her mercy. Except, she doesn't seem to have any.
"Y'now," she says. "You'd be surprised how much fun it is, being such a bitch with you. There were times, when you younger, and alive, that I really despised you. You were such a troublesome little shit. There were times I wished I just shove you back where you came from, and forget about you. Leave you trapped in my womb forever. Who'd ever have thought I'd actually get the chance to do just that. I have to say, I much prefer being your mistress, to being your mother. Now I can make your life as miserable as you made ours. Would you like to know what I'm going to do you? Hmm? I'm sure you don't. But I'll tell you anyway. Very shortly, I'm going to..temporarily..return you to your original size. Don't bother trying to escape, because I've already paralysed you."
It's with a sense of sheer horror that you suddenly realise that you can't move a single muscle.
You hear your mom chuckle, as though sensing that you're trying to break the paralysis.
"You can only move if I want you to." She says with a grin. "So, no matter how hard you tried not to, you would have no choice but to obey me, if I commanded you to sayyy...eat my pussy. Or beg me to piss in your face. I've thought about making it permanent. But punishing your disobedience will be so much more fun. It will make your slave training more enjoyable. And a lot more satisfying when you eventually become a willing, obedient little slave. And you will become that. In a few years. A few years from now, you'll be begging your masters and mistresses to use you. We won't be your family anymore. We'll be your Gods, and your Goddesses. And you will happily serve us in any way we wish. Anyway, once I've returned you to your original size, I'm going to sit right down on your face, and rub my cute little pussy all over it, until she's nice and wet, and aroused. And then, you lucky, lucky little slave...I'm going to suck you up my pussy."
She then makes a loud slurping sound, before laughing maniacally.
"Oh yeah," she says. "I'm gonna devour you with my vagina. Swallow you whole. Put you right back where you came from. And I'm going to do it feet first...so you can see how much pleasure it gives me.
You barely have time to think about it before you feel the tingling again. You suddenly find yourself back to your normal size, with your mom standing astride your shoulders.
"You don't mind if get started do you?" she asks with a lick of her lips. "Only my pussy's getting hungry. I need to feed you to her as soon as possible. With that, your mom quickly drops to her knees and immediately presses her pussy into your face. She roughly starts rubbing herself all over your face, whilst holding your head steady by holding the top of your head in her hands.
"Ooooh, comfy face." You hear here say. "I may have to give some thought to turning you into a chair. I may also use you for a toilet. I think I'd like that."
She then goes quiet, except for a few gasps, groans, moans and 'mmm's'. You feel her pussy becoming increasingly aroused. It gets wetter and wetter, until finally, your mom presses down hard and lets out a long, loud groan as she orgasms in your face.
"Mmm, that was quite fun." Your mom says. "Though I think next time, I'll give your tongue a try. I just love to have my pussy eaten. And as a slave, you should become an expert in eating pussy. Especially considering you have three pussy's to satisfy. May train you to use your fingers too."
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