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Story Notes:

Ok, so I'm making this semi- interactive. After maybe two chapters (more?) we'll go into all the stuff you little boys and girls like to read. Now, I have what I want to do already planned out. It's your choice to choose whether it should be a playful approach, or the abusive approach.

Whichever way the story leans more to affects the ending.

Author's Chapter Notes:

Well, this chapter isn't much and the opening IS shit I admit, but it's worth it if you check back when I update again.

But I promise, next chapter will be da bomb!

Genies are real. It's a fact that few of us ever realize and the ones that do are usually found in places like asylums. But they're real. Although "Genie" isn't the official term for them (It's Djinn) that's what humanity calls them. Now many things about genies are exaggerated. They're not blue, in fact most are much like humans. They do grant wishes, but only one. And most are kind spirits that grant wishes to humans in desperate need of them. Still, as with humans some genies are troublemakers. 

 

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"Let's take a delve into your family Lauren. I can call you Lauren, right?" The middle aged woman who sat on the couch across from Cael nodded. For someone her age, she was striking and very much datable. Lauren had long blondish hair with tints of silver starting to show and green eyes that gleamed constantly, showing off the amount of enthusiasm she had for Life in general.

 

"So; family." Cael stated plainly.

"I'm divorced-" Cael's eyebrows jumped up  as his interest was sparked.

"-and I have a 16 year old son." Jackpot.  Cael smiled and leaned back in his chair. He wrapped his hands behind his head and locked his fingers. Everything about this meeting suddenly seemed to brighten up.

"Hm, a son. Is he... A bad child?" Please Cael pleaded with the universe, make her hate him.

"No" Dammit! "Andrew's... Great. I love him so much. But sometimes I'm too overprotective. I feel like I baby him too much. He never argues, never tells me I'm doing something wrong but... I don't know." Lauren sighed and fiddled with her bracelet. A gift from Andrew. "I'm sorry, I'm leading us off topic."

"No no, believe me, it's fine. Sometimes macrophilia is related to family. Did your parents ever really 'abuse' you?" Lauren shook her head.

"Hmm... Any bully's? Maybe a particularly abusive or violent one?" Lauren shook her head. Cael faked a sigh and pretended to scribble a note onto his notebook.

"It seems like it's just something your brain decided to like. Really there's no 'cure' but if you want a recommendation from me on 'getting rid' of it, just stay away from it. Block those sites on the internet. Take frequent vacations to get away from it all. Maybe even tell your son about it, get him to help. Medicine isn't the only cure after all."

"But, I know you'll probably keep thinking about it so I actually have a little 'treatment' for things like this. Request what you want, repeatedly, daily pretty much. And as time goes on and this 'wish' ,let's say, isn't granted, you lose faith in whatever it is you wished for! So, try it out now. I'll leave the room if you want."

"No, stay, you know my embarrassing secret already." 

"I wish I had a tiny man to play with, use, and abuse." 

"See? Easy!" Cael stood up quickly. "Well! I think we've covered a lot today! If you ever, ever need to talk to someone, I'm open." He closed the door on her as she walked out.

"Stupid human woman."

 

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Lauren unlocked the door and stepped into her house. Two things instantly registeres themselves as WRONG in her mind. One was the fact the door was locked. Andrew was always home by 3 and he never left the door open. Second was the fact that Andrew didn't even say hi as soon as he heard the door opening. 

 

"Andrew?" Lauren walked up the stairs. "Sweetie, you home?" Something wasn't right. In fact, something felt very wrong.

 

She pulled out her phone and dialed her son's number. Voice mail. Something was very, very wrong. Lauren's heart rate increased slightly as she thought of all the things that could've happened to her son.

 

"I-I hope he's not hurt."

"Andrew!" Lauren walked into her room just to make sure he wasn't there. Unfortunately, he was. She opened the door and stood in the empty room until she spotted the tiny person that is.  Her day got tons better. Then he spoke and the word he said chilled her to the bone.

"MOM!?!?"

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Andrew Floyd hadn't had the best day in his life. More like the WORST day of his life. After getting up for school, throwing on a pair of clothes, coming downstairs and making breakfast. He got his usual morning kiss from his over overprotective but loving mom. Andrew never complained about what she did to him and preferred to just accept the babying to make her happy. That wasn't the bad part. No the bad part started with failing a test. Then his girlfriend decided to split the relationship that day and just as he thought his day couldn't grow any crappier, it did. So now Andrew found himself in a colossal model of what seemed like his mother's bedroom.

 

Andrew's right eye twitched as he turned to observe the surroundings he found himself in. From what he could gather on his memory of how his mom laid her room out, he would be on top of the nightstand right next to the bed. His head craned back and he could see the two foot tall lamp towering over him. Andrew guessed the size he was and finally decided on two inches.

 

Two inches! The lamp was 12 times larger than he was! The lamp he could hold in one arm now weighing hundreds if not thousands of time more than he did. And that was only a small desk lamp. Andrew's breathing started to become erratic as his mind slowly went into shock. His arms shook and his hand vibrated and he started to hyperventilate. 

 

Then to make matters worse, the door leading to the hallway opened up. So of course Andrew turned his attention and of course his sanity was pretty much brushed out of the way for a bit when his mother stepped into the room. It just couldn't click in his mind; the fact that his 5'4 mother was now 200 feet tall. Andrew took an involuntary step backwards and tripped falling on his butt. 

 

The part that freaked him out the most was when her eyes locked on him. He watched this predatory smile slowly grow across her face when she focused on him. Andrew gulped and stuttered out a few words as he watched his mom's facial expression. He crawled back away from the giantess which he knew would kill him, mother or not. His hand hit a tiny slit on the cord to the lamp which stretched over the nightstand which revealed the wire and sent electricity up his arm, effectively clearing his overwhelmed mind.

 

"MOM!?!?" Andrew screamed as loud as he could. His mother's face instantly underwent a roulette of emotions and expressions. First it was her smile frozen in place on her face, then it switched to shock and the unbelievable possibility that her son had shrunk down to two inches tall. The next one Andrew couldn't quite guess what it was for. Her face had a horrified look that typically was seen at people who find dead bodies or something along those lines. Then she switched on over to that look mother's get when they find out something happened to their child and that 'Mommy' mode gets flipped on.

 

"Andrew?!" Lauren covered her mouth in shock and walked over to the night stand.

"Y-yeah."

"You-you're..."

"Small..."

Lauren watched as her only son stood on her nightstand naked and most importantly two inches tall. All her mature life she'd dreamt about finding a tiny man in her bedroom. She'd always daydream about what would happen if that dream came true. Sometimes she would argue with herself on what she should do first. Maybe fuck the living daylights out of him? Or maybe shove him in her ass? Lauren never really considered herself a foot fetishist, but the idea of dominating a tiny man with only her foot tended to get her pussy nice and moist so that was an option.

 

Every single one of these thoughts entered her head as soon as she saw Andrew and she smiled when he backed up in fear. But when he screamed out to her in a voice so full of terror, so full of utter shock and fear, all desire was swept away by the instinct to help her child.

 

"M-mom?" Andrew asked in total fear.

"Yes sweetie?" Lauren cracked a smile only mothers could produce which calmed their children 100% of the time.

"I don't wanna be small." Lauren laughed in genuine amusement.

 

Andrew watched as his mother smiled and kept his eyes fixed on her two rows of pearly whites. The white teeth seemed to shine as each tooth reflected the light from the fluorescent bulb which shined down from above. As his gaze was fixed on the massive chompers every other conscious thought really didn't seem important anymore except for "I hope she doesn't eat me". Andrew looked up to her eyes and saw she was waiting for a response.

 

"I don't wanna be small." He jumped back in fear when she laughed and the teeth spread apart. Her hot breath washed over him as she chuckled in response to his statement. Andrew cried out as her hand unconsciously dropped down right next to him and he observed each of his mother's digits. The fingers were easily taller than him and the nails looked like sharp tools of death that could split him open any second.

 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" Andrew hyperventilated.

"Andrew, slow breaths!" 

"My mom's huge. I'm tiny. Emma's huge, Kyle's huge, Mrs. Turner's huge... No, nononono, this is NOT happening!" 

"Honey please calm down!" Andrew turned to her with a wild look in his eyes.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? Mom! I'm two inches tall! Would YOU calm down!? Would you "accept the situation" and be happy with what life just served you!? Because from what I see, life just served me a bunch of bull-"

"Don't say it" 

"O-oh... I'm sorry mom. I'm just a little... Angry." Lauren reached out to her son before pausing a couple inches away when she saw him back away.

"Can I pick you up sweetie?" Andrew stared at the massive wall of flesh just feet away and then towards his mother's face. The prospect of sitting in his mother's hand stories above the ground terrified him but the warm look in his mom's eyes calmed him. Andrew thought about saying no, about screaming out "Get the fuck away from me!" but remembered who it was. His mom would never hurt him. That's what she always did.

"O-Ok I guess." Lauren smiled and lightly enclosed Andrew in a grip before standing up. She felt his tiny feet on her skin and shuddered in sexual excitement. For the briefest of moments she just wanted to shove her son straight into her pussy and fuck him, use him, and abuse him like the worthless inse-

"No!" She screamed out loud nearly frightening Andrew into shock again and also scaring herself. How could she be having these perverted thoughts about her own son. Lauren reached her hand out and steadied herself on the nightstand as she took a seat on her bed, legs trembling. Lauren opened her palm to reveal her two inch son once more.

 

"Mom? You-You're not going to hurt me... Right?" Lauren stared with a fixed gaze at Andrew. She desperately wanted to say "Don't speak to your goddess. I will do what I see fit with a worthless piece of shit like you. You aren't worthy enough to be the insole for my insole. Forever more you are not my son. You're a slave meant for your goddess' pleasure." But Lauren felt that same voice screaming out NO.

"Right mom?!" 

"Yes sweetheart. Mommy's got you. It's ok."

"Can you help me?" Lauren sighed and paused before answering. 

"Andrew... The honest answer is; I don't know. I've never seen this happen before, and I'd bet the doctors haven't either."

"Aren't you going to try?" 

"No" Lauren said with finality.

"B-b-but" Andrew stuttered.

"No."

"How am I going to go out with friends... How am I..." Andrew went speechless at the idea of remaining tiny forever.

"It's a lot to take in, I understand. But we'll make the best of it!" Lauren smiled again. "Just wait and see! I-I'll make a cute little bed for you, and some itty bitty clothes." Andrew hastily covered up his dick "And maybe we can make something good out of this." Andrew looked up at his mother's face so full of happiness it seemed and excitement at the life she was thinking above that he couldn't help but give the smallest of smiles.

"Ok mom. I-I believe you." Lauren smiled.

 

She didn't mention the fact that whichever way this situation turned out, either good or bad for Andrew, it would be good for her. But she knew for a fact that when this all settles down that Andrew will either be her loved son and most cherished thing on Earth, or a slave used by his goddess for her pleasure.

 

Either way Lauren won.

Chapter End Notes:

And one other thing.

Using mah namesake here! 

So respect! 

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