As Alex grew older, he began to fantasize about being dominated and tormented by someone once he shrank. And he didn't have to look far to see the perfect person to do it: his mom, Abby.
Her caring and loving attitude in her daily life belied a domineering streak that was a mile wide. One day, Alex confessed his fetish to his mother in an attempt to get rid of it out of shame. But instead of admonishing her son, Abby smiled. She told Alex that his desires weren't anything to be ashamed of. In fact, his mom confessed that she would love to dominate him once he finally shrank.
"I wonder what it is about me that turns you on the most" Abby teased. "Is it my big GG cup breasts? My perfect feet? Or maybe it's my massive booty? Either way, you're gonna see a whole lot of me when you finally shrink my little man."
And so, Alex swore to Abby that he would become her slave and toy for life when his disease caught up with him. Now that it had finally happened, he was ecstatic.
"I need to call her now. I need to see my goddess. My dreams are finally coming true!" Alex dialed his mom's phone number into the iPhone he kept in his safe room, which towered over him at his new size. After a few rings, Abby answered.
"Hey sweetie, what's the matter? You need anything?" Abby asked.
Alex took a deep breath, barely able to contain himself from screaming at his mom. "It, it happened mom! I shrunk! I think I'm half an inch tall now!"
There was a pause on the other end of the line for a few seconds. And then Abby spoke. "I want you to stay where you are. Your sisters are gonna be outside the house this weekend, and they'll be gone in about an hour. I'll call you back when they're gone." With that, she hung up the phone.
The next hour was the longest hour of Alex's life. He obeyed his mom's instructions, and he was barely able to keep himself from not masturbating at the thought of what she would do to him. After all these years of imagining what his mom would do to him, playing through scenarios in his head again and again, his fantasies were going to come true in just a few short minutes.
He ran to the phone the moment he heard it ring, and briefly struggled in throwing his insignificant weight at it before the call connected. There was a pause before he heard his master speak with clear arousal in her voice.
Abby laughed before continuing. "Do you understand what you've agreed to? You are going to be my slave for the rest of your life. I will do whatever I want to you. You are going to worship every inch of me. You will crawl into my pussy to pleasure me. You will lick my clit if I demand it. I will stuff you full with my cum if I want to. You will bathe in my sweat in order to survive. You will worship my nipple, which will be far bigger than your pathetic body. My tits will crush you when I stuff you between them. I will suck on your body like a piece of candy, and maybe I'll even make you a snack once in a while. I will stomp on you, crush you, and make you wish you were never born with the amount of pain I will inflict on you. I am going to shove you up my ass, make you lick my filth, force you to eat my shit and drink my piss. You will suffocate between my butt, begging for oxygen when I trap you there for days at a time. I will abuse you. So I ask one last time: do you want to be my slave?"
Alex grew harder and harder with each sentence listening to his mom demean him. While there may have been a small part of him that wanted to say no, his mind and heart ached for this kind of treatment. "Yes mommy! I want to be your slave! Please!"
"Good boy," Abby said. "Now come outside and worship your goddess."
With that, Alex's fate was sealed. He rushed out of his hiding spot in the baseboards and was greeted by the sight of his naked mother glaring down at him. She was hundreds of times bigger than him, her pinky toe being far Everything about her was perfect from this angle - her gigantic breasts, her plump thighs, her beautiful vagina, her massive ass, her gorgeous feet, and her awe-inspiring face. Abby's face was filled with lust.
When she saw her speck of a son, now her slave, scurry along the floor like an insect, she knew exactly how to start things off
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