I awoke, but something wasn't quite right. I was naked and starting to get cold. I looked at my surroundings and noticed that I was in some big tent. It reminded me of a circus tent with how spacious it was. But that's not right, I distinctly remember going to my room to take a nap. I explored this big tent to try to find out where I was. In the distance I could see a big white sign that appeared to have fallen over. I ran towards it with hope in my chest. As I approached it I see that it's way bigger than I thought it would be. I climb up onto the sign and try to read what's printed on it. I could make out a few words and what I read sent fear down my spine. MEN'S SMALL SHORTS. I was in a pair of giant boxer shorts. MY boxer shorts! I must've shrunk somehow when I was taking my nap! I start to panic as I try to recollect my memories as to how this could've happened. I'm then interrupted by a massive pounding sound. "TIIIIMMMM" My ears are ringing from the ominous God like voice. It has a familiar sound to it. "TIM SWEETHEART ARE YOU IN THERE?" The voice booms again. I instantly recognize it as my mother's voice although now not quite as petite as it usually is. I hear the sound of my door opening and I peak out of my gigantic boxers. I see my giant mother standing in the doorway. She's absolutely ginormous! It reminds me of the time I stood at the base of sears tower and just looked up. She put her hand on her hip which made her massive chest (even at normal size) bounce. She was wearing her usual lounge wear of her Grey cotton shorts and tiny top that exposed her smooth small stomach. I couldn't help but be slightly aroused seeing my goddess of a mother in such provocative attire. "SWEETIE, YOU IN HERE?" My mother booms. I cover my ears as her voice echoes throughout my room. I notice in her other hand she's carrying a laundry basket. "Oh no…" I say aloud realizing what she's here to do. "I GUESS HE'S OUT." She booms as she starts to enter my room. I feel my bed quake with each step she takes making me realize just how small and insignificant I truly am! She goes around my room picking up laundry and know that she'll eventually come for my shorts on the bed. I take this opportunity to climb on top of my boxer shorts to try and get her attention. She steps closer to my bed eying for any articles of clothing. I start to jump and scream as loud as I can. "MOM! DOWN HERE PLEASE HELP ME! MOM!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Her eyes dart onto me and she smiles "THAT MESSY BOY CAN NEVER PUT THINGS IN THE HAMPER" She giggles and reaches for the shorts "Mom noooooooo" 

As the shorts are picked up by my massive mother I hold on for dear life as I'm thrust up to her beautiful face. As my mom is holding my shorts unaware of her shrunken son on them she starts to eye them. "HMMMM WHY WOULD HE JUST LEAVE THESE IN BED?" My mothers voice shakes me. I try my best to get her attention without falling to my demise. "Mom please see me!" I shout as loud as I can hoping my mom will save me. "SILLY BOY, PROBABLY JUST BEING THE MESSY MAN HE IS." She giggles and drops the shorts into the hamper. I scream as I'm dropped what feels like miles into the awaiting basket she's holding. Darkness. I open my eyes and find that I'm miraculously still alive! My mother is no longer above me and looking out of the giant hamper from what I can tell she must've dropped it off in the laundry room. The last thing I want is to drown in the washing machine so I start to make my way through the massive articles of clothing to a hopeful exit. What feels like hours pass as I trek through the land of clothes. I encounter a giant dome like mountain in my path and start to climb it to get a better vantage point. It isn't until I make it to the top I see a similar mountain across the way I realize what I'm on. I had climbed a gigantic bra! I know it's my mother's as I've seen her wear it sometimes. I can't help but imagine if her bra is a mountain to me her breasts would be like Everest. I feel a tinge in my crotch at the thought of my goddess of a mother. I shake the thoughts out of my head and continue on my way. On my climb down, I loose my grip and fall into the clothing below. As I get my bearings I find that I'm tangled in some soft almost net like fabric. "Come on what the hell?" I struggle to free myself and that's when I notice the smell. "Wait this smells, clean?" I ponder as it has a distinctly cleaner smell than the other clothes around me. The more I struggle to get free it feels as though I'm pushing myself further into the stuck. As I try to get free I feel small quakes. "Oh no" The rhythmic shaking gets bigger and bigger until it's like I'm caught in an earthquake. BOOM…BOOM...BOOOOM. My mother is back. Her giant form appears above me as I look up at her. Her face is obstructed by her massive chest. "MIGHT AS WELL GET THIS FINISHED TONIGHT" Her voice is almost deafening. Her gigantic body lowers and I start to see her face. As she scans the laundry deciding which load to start her eyes fall upon me. "Yes! Mom please help me!" I scream up to my goddess mother as her face recognizes me. "WHAT ARE THESE DOING IN HEAR?" Her massive hand comes down and grabs the fabric I'm trapped within and that's when my joy turns into utter fear as she speaks. "I CLEANED THIS THONG EARLIER. IT MUST'VE FALLEN INTO THE HAMPER" My mom's voice surrounds me and I feel like crying. She balls up the panties to stuff into her shorts pocket and I'm squeezed and surrounded by the soft lace fabric of her giant thong.