Giantess Mom Krista.pdf

It was a Sunday afternoon and Tommy was lounging around the house, bored out of his mind. At 17, he was at that awkward age between childhood and manhood. His mom Krista had stepped out to run some errands and Tommy was left alone with nothing to do.

Suddenly, there was a strange tingling sensation all over Tommy's body. It started small, like pins and needles, but quickly intensified. To his shock, Tommy began shrinking down at an alarming rate! His clothes and furniture seemed to grow larger around him as he dwindled to the size of a doll.

Tommy had no idea what was happening but he knew he needed to find help. In his miniaturized state, he scurried out of his room and into the hallway. The floorboards were huge wooden planks from his tiny perspective. Tommy was petrified but kept moving forward, desperate.

Just then, he heard the front door open. "I'm home!" called his mom in her usual chipper voice. Tommy froze, realizing she would step right on top of him at his current size. He tried to get out of the way but it was too late.

Krista strode into the house, oblivious to the tiny figure underfoot. Her large foot in a sexy wooden heeled clog came down on Tommy with its full weight. The clog mashed him into the floorboards, crushing the life out of him. Krista was completely unaware, having a secret crush fetish that made the feeling excite her.

As Krista removed her shoe and continued inside, Tommy's miniaturized body remained pancaked to the floor, his last sight being up his mother's skirt at her fat thighs and panties before blacking out.

Later that night after Krista went to bed, Tommy revived and shakily got to his feet, grateful to be alive. In a daze, he cleaned himself up and stumbled to the living room couch. Grabbing the remote, Tommy mindlessly flipped through TV, finding a raunchy Netflix porn flick his mom had been watching. The sights were intense for a teenage boy.

Tommy couldn't help himself and ended up pleasuring himself right there. But afterwards he felt dirty and disgusted. He popped open a beer from his dad's stash trying to numb the shame. Draining it, he soon passed out.

The next morning, Krista found Tommy prone on the couch, a half-empty beer can next to him. "Hangover?" she asked, bringing him a glass of water and aspirin. "Sorry bud, I thought about you when I got my new shoes, I hope I didn't step on you!" Tommy just blanched and prayed she would never learn what really happened with her new wooden clogs.