Scott Stevens felt the all-too-familiar rush of warmth fall over his skin as he basked in the horrifying flash of green light from his mother’s handheld ray-emitting device as she gripped it in her fist, pointing it directly at her son, her face twisted into a horrified frown. He shivered with fear, a few tears rolling down his cheek as he looked down, watching the ground rapidly approaching, his body descending into the rippling mass of his clothes. Barely a second had passed before the eighteen-year-old found himself buried, naked and cold, somewhere in his t-shirt. Wasting no time, the lad clambered over the fabric folds and dashed onto the carpet, making a break for it, dodging a few empty beer bottles he had accidentally left unoccupied on his bedroom floor for his mother to find and become enraged over. He knew he wouldn’t have much time, and being a little tipsy, it was hard to move in straight line, but he had to run. He had to.
His mother, towering over him like a cruel goddess, pocketed the shrinking apparatus she had just used to reduce her son to a mere three inches tall, and began padding confidently after her scampering offspring, her massive bare feet sending threatening rumblings into the carpet that nearly knocked Scott over as he dove underneath the couch, not stopping until he was back against the wall. He stared outward toward the light in horror, seeing the cataclysmic sight of his mother’s plump, powerful feet, her toes painted a playful dark purple as was so frequently the case, coming closer and closer, her footsteps shaking the ground beneath him. It was like being hunted by a pair of panthers.
Slowly, Judy Stevens knelt down by the couch, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled, her plush lips pursing with amusement as her young adult son cowered like a baby mouse in the darkness, hoping she wouldn’t see him. Of course, both of them knew better than this, but Judy was enthused none the less by Scott’s efforts. It made it all the more fun once she inevitably caught him.
“Sweetie, we’ve been over this. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” mused Judy with an air of false kindness, peeking at her terrified, naked son hiding underneath. “You’re a beautiful boy, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m your mother. You don’t have to hide anything from me…” Slowly, Judy’s hand reached back toward her quivering son, her long fingers outstretched.
“M-M-Mom… please… d-d-don’t…”
“Don’t? And why not?” asked Judy, grinning sweetly and halting her hand for a moment.
“I h-h-hate it… I said I was sorry, I’ll never d-d-do anything like this ag-g-gain, ever, it was… a… it was a m-m-mistake. Please?”
Judy bit her lip, as if considering this for a moment, but simply shook her head. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I used to just let things like this slide, and you know what happened? It only got worse. Believe me, I know; I wasn’t exactly the best rule follower when it came to things like this in high school, and I understand your urge to have drinks, but I had no one to help me and get me the intervention I needed. This is for your own good. I want you to be a courteous, respectful young man once you head off to college next fall. And… this way, I can help you become just that. Now come on out of there…” cooed Judy, continuing to reach forward, fingers outstretched. Scott winced as his mother’s meaty fingertips brushed gently along his side, then slowly curled around his leg, gripping him. Then, with the utmost care, Judy tugged, pulling her son out from under the darkness of the couch. Gulping, Scott didn’t struggle, knowing it would be a fruitless effort anyway, and barely even cringed from embarrassment as he was dragged back into the warm light of the living room before his kneeling mother, who still towered hopelessly over him.
Three inches was admittedly slightly more bearable to Scott than his mother’s normal preferred adjustment of him to one inch, but right now, laying naked and helpless on the carpet before her, it made little difference. Judy’s sheek blue sundress rippled and swayed slightly all the way down her body, hugging her healthy curves and sides as she sat on her knees, still easily appearing like a monolithic tower of woman over her son. The woman wasn’t overweight or even particularly close to it, but as a result of having three children and being in her mid-forties, Judy had acquired a certain curviness to her body, her hips being a little wider than in her youth, her breasts having swelled a bit as well.
Placing her large, well-manicured hands on her hips, Judy smiled down at her son, trying to appear friendly, but Scott knew better. She seemed always to relish the opportunity to stare down at her shrunken offspring like this, placing herself in a position of higher power. Judy loved her children, and Scott knew this, but he could never shake the feeling that she got an above-average sense of satisfaction from carrying out this particular punishment, particularly on her eldest son Scott, who by far was forced to experience it the most.
“See, sweetie?” whispered Judy softly, extending a finger and stroking it gently along her son’s side. “It’s so much nicer out here… with Mommy.” As if to pour salt in the wound, whenever Judy shrunk her children, her voice always got deceptively sweeter, and she insisted on referring to herself as “Mommy,” as if trying to emotionally break down her trouble-making offspring by making them feel even more like young children being chided for wrongdoing. “Tell me it’s nicer out here with Mommy.”
“It’s… nicer out here,” groaned Scott, having learned long ago it was far better to just comply with his mother’s absurd demands and get it over with. The quicker Judy was satisfied, the quicker all of this could end.
“With…” drawled Judy expectantly.
“Mommy,” sighed Scott.
Judy nodded. “That’s right. I’m glad my… little boy… agrees,” she smiled warmly. “Now, first things first: we need to get you cleaned up a little.” Slowly, the woman’s outstretched palm descended toward her son, and pressed snugly against the front of his body. Her fingers quickly followed suit, wrapping themselves around Scott’s sides and back and squeezing just enough to grip him. Scott writhed uncomfortably for a moment, trying not to let his dick be squished at an awkward angle by his mother’s finger, although Judy seemed to notice this and adjusted her finger, allowing her son’s diminutive junk to slide easily between a crevice of her fingers. Slowly, then, plucking her little nude son from the carpet, Judy rose to a standing position and stalked confidently toward her bedroom.
Scott was a little taken aback by this. It still wasn’t a pleasant prospect, but generally Judy went straight for the humiliation games once she had reduced her children in size. Something else was up here, but Scott couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“All right, sweetie, let’s get you looking and smelling a little nicer, hmm?” asked Judy softly, still gripping her son in one hand and turning on the sink faucet with the other, holding her fingers underneath the stream of crashing water to test its temperature.
“W-Why?” squeaked Scott, unsure of whether or not he wanted to know the answer.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, that’s why,” winked Judy, shaking her head to get the stray droplets off. “The water’s warm enough, are you ready?”
“I… guess…” sighed Scott as Judy’s hand descended down toward the water, which was pooling slowly at the base of the sink. However, as his mother’s gargantuan hand descended into the pool, her fingers didn’t release, and with annoyance, Scott realized Judy had no intention of allowing her tiny son to clean on his own. After swishing around in the water for a moment, loosening her fingers and allowing Scott’s body to be mostly submerged in the warm water and be thoroughly soaked, Judy’s hand rose out again. Now, as her hand had been soaked as well, Judy’s flesh was a little more slippery, making it harder for Scott to stay in place, although as usual, his mother was aware of the problem and gripped him a little more readily to avoid losing him. Of course, for Scott, this meant having his fully exposed body pressed even more firmly against the cushy skin of his mother’s hand, as well as having his microscopic cock squeezed just a little more tightly in the woman’s finger crevice.
“Now… some soap,” whispered Judy with a smile, bringing Scott underneath the dispenser and opening her fingers, allowing her son to sprawl helplessly into her open palm as her other hand pressed firmly down on the plastic soap bottle’s lid, allowing an orange glob of the stuff to drop into her hand and onto Scott’s torso. Cupping her son back into her palm with her fingers, Judy winked down at Scott’s unsure expression and slowly laid her other palm down on top of him, sandwiching the boy between her hands, his form instantly swallowed up by the thick skin and soft fingers. Then, satisfied, Judy began twisting her palms against one another, spreading the soap and turning it into thick suds, with Scott’s body in the middle receiving the brunt of it as she scrubbed him, leaving no part of his body untended to.
Scott groaned, gasping for air, swallowed up by the darkness of his mother’s hands, as her palms slid easily over his body, lubricated by the sudsy soap bubbles. It wasn’t particularly painful, as his mother’s hands were very soft, but it was inevitable that a few stray suds made their way into Scott’s mouth as he attempted to get enough oxygen. It didn’t take long to coat Scott’s whole body in the stuff, and once again Judy opened her hand, catching a glimpse of her boy, coughing up a few soap bubbles in her palm. She beamed.
“Oh, you’re looking cleaner already, sweetie. You’re doing such a great job. Thanks for not giving Mommy a hard time about this, I know you usually like to wash yourself, it’s just that… we don’t have very much time, and I figured it would be faster this way. Besides…” winked Judy, bringing her hand closer to her face for a better look at her son. “…it makes me feel good to be able to give you a bath again, like when you were a baby.”
Scott had no comment as Judy lowered her hand back toward the sink, submerging it just enough so that it created a miniature bathtub of hand flesh for her son, who simply floated uncaringly in the soapy water. Not saying other word, Judy began to hum a cheerful tune, smiling as she did so, and brought her other hand into view, her fingers clawed as if they were about to snatch up the tiny boy from the sink for some other vile purpose. However, Scott simply laid still as his mother’s fingers gripped his sides and began slipping up and down, spreading the soap and massaging his body at the same time. Judy seemed to take a certain delight in this kind of thing, and since it was admittedly better than a lot of the other “activities” the mother had planned when her son was small enough to hold in the palm of her hand, Scott resolved to just let it happen.
Judy pressed her thumb down against Scott’s stomach firmly, although not enough to cut off his airflow, and began stroking up and down his torso with it, spreading the suds along his chest and abdomen, even lifting his arms so she could scrub gently into his armpits. Then, with his upper body fully cleansed, Judy switched to her pointer finger and began caressing her son’s legs, spreading the soap down to his tiny feet and then back up his calves. Pressing him just far enough to get a better view, Judy massaged Scott’s back and shoulders, spending a few extra seconds in this area just kneading gently, as if trying to relieve some tension. Scott couldn’t help but experience a pleasantly warm feeling from this, although he knew it was foolish to think this was going to end up well. After ample attention here, Judy’s pointer finger descended down to Scott’s buttocks, which quickly clenched as if in self-defense. Giggling at this impulse of her son’s, Judy sighed and began prodding at the boy’s bare rear end with a soapy fingertip. At last satisfied, the woman pressed on her son’s chest and caused him to lean back so she could reach the last unwashed area of his body.
Scott shivered with discomfort and nervousness as Judy’s finger slipped between his legs without even asking or warning him first. At first flicking gently at her son’s tiny dangling dick and balls, Judy set to work, scrubbing under Scott’s scrotum with her soft finger and then moved up, settling on his penis and rubbing for just a little longer than was necessary. Scott clenched his teeth, inevitably getting a pleasurably warm sensation in his core as his mother’s finger gently fondled his cock with the slick soap, the warm water pervading everything around him and not helping matters at all. However, just before Scott felt his crotch begin to harden against his will, Judy removed her finger, smiling at her son.
“Sweetie, I hope you’re not embarrassed by this… it’s a compliment, but…”
“What?”
“You certainly are well-endowed, aren’t you?” she winked. “You have excellent genes for it, of course.”
Cringing in disgust and awkwardness over essentially having his junk paid a compliment by his own mother, Scott resolved to put this out of his mind and waited patiently as Judy’s fingers lowered him back into the water, giving him a thorough rinse before bringing him back out as she slowly padded into her walk-in closet.
“There. Now, was that so terrible, baby boy?” cooed Judy in such a stickily sweet voice it made Scott want to cover his ears. “Mommy just wants her little boy to be clean and look good for it.”
“For WHAT?” asked Scott, beginning to get impatient as he shook his arms out to dry. Slowly, Judy’s hand lowered down toward the ground, although Scott couldn’t quite make out where they were in the closet.
“For my BOOK club, silly! They’ll be here any minute!” laughed Judy, sending a fresh chill down Scott’s spine as her fingers released, allowing the boy to tumble downward into a black heel that was resting peacefully on the carpet. Scott barely had time to react as he slammed into the toe section of the shoe and suddenly found his mother’s foot descending rapidly into the heel, her juicy toes wrapping possessively over his cold, wet naked body as her thick heel settled comfortably in, sealing him inside. “And they are going to absolutely LOVE you!”