I quickly snagged the remote from my mother's hand and pointed it at her. However, she managed to grab my arm. As I was already firing it caused me to accidentally shoot myself. Dwindling down I felt my clothes getting heavy. Still being held by Karen I saw my feet leave the floor. The remote was getting heavy ad mom easily snatched it from my hand.
"No slave huh?," she said a smirk on her face. "Fair enough, bug it is then!"
She kept firing the remote at me. Now naked and small enough to fit in her palm I watched helpless as my mother kept shrinking me. When she stopped firing she looked like a goddess. Her palm as big as a barn. I was less than half an inch tall!
"Oh my, look at the little bug," mom had put the remote away and hovered her free hand over me. "Now what do I do with you," there was no escape. Her fingers reached down preparing to do who knows what to me.
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