The next day, Josh woke up in his bed, feeling disoriented and confused. He looked around his room, wondering if the previous day's events had been a nightmare. As he sat up, he noticed that his body felt different - lighter, almost weightless. He looked down and saw that he was now just a few inches tall. Panic set in as he realized that his mom had kept her promise, and he was still trapped inside her vagina.
He tried to call out for his mom, but he found that he couldn't speak. He remembered her instructions from the day before and felt a wave of dread wash over him. He was now completely at her mercy, and she had made it clear that she considered him her property.
As he lay in bed, contemplating his new existence, he heard the sound of his mom's footsteps coming up the stairs. He held his breath as she entered the room, carrying a tray with breakfast on it. She set the tray down on his desk and smiled at him.
"Good morning, slave. I trust you had a good night's rest?" she asked, her tone mocking.
Josh tried to respond, but all that came out was a muffled whimper.
"Ah, I see you haven't learned your lesson yet. Well, let me make this clear for you. Until your punishment is over, you will remain in your current form. And you will address me as 'Mistress.' Now, do you understand?"
Josh nodded, tears streaming down his face. His mom laughed and patted him on the head, then left the room.
For the next few weeks, Josh's life consisted of being carried around in his mom's panties, feeling her every move and experiencing her bodily functions. He was forced to endure the humiliation of being her personal sex toy, and she made sure to keep him in a constant state of fear and submission.
As the days turned into weeks, Josh began to lose hope. He had no idea how long his punishment would last, and he couldn't imagine a future where he wasn't trapped inside his mom's body. He longed for his old life, for the freedom to come and go as he pleased, and for the ability to speak his mind without fear of retribution.
One day, while his mom was out shopping, Josh managed to slip out of her panties and crawl away. He knew that if he was caught, the consequences would be severe, but he couldn't bear the thought of spending another moment as his mom's prisoner.
As he made his way through the house, he heard his mom's car pull into the driveway. Panic gripped him as he realized that he had to find a hiding place before she came inside. He scurried into the laundry room and climbed into a pile of dirty clothes, praying that she wouldn't find him.
When his mom entered the house, she seemed unusually tense. She searched the rooms, calling out his name, but he remained hidden. Finally, after what felt like hours, she gave up and went back upstairs.
Josh waited until he was sure that she was in her bedroom before he emerged from his hiding place. He knew that he couldn't stay in the house any longer, so he made his way outside and began to search for a way to escape.
As he walked through the neighborhood, he felt a sense of determination growing inside him. He was no longer the helpless boy who had been trapped inside his mom's body. He was a survivor, and he was going to do whatever it took to regain his freedom.
Days turned into weeks, and Josh continued to evade his mom's grasp. He found shelter in abandoned buildings and learned to scavenge for food. He even managed to make a few friends, other small creatures who had also been cast out from their homes.
As the months went by, Josh began to feel like he was finally starting to rebuild his life. He still missed his old life, but he had found a new sense of purpose in his struggle for survival. And he knew that, no matter what happened, he would never let his mom - or anyone else - control him ever again.