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It was a typical Sunday afternoon when things took a shocking turn in the Johnson household. Mom was lounging on the couch in her negligee and sheer robe, sipping chardonnay, when her son Tommy came bounding down the stairs. The 16-year-old was eager to show off his new shrink ray invention.

"Check this out, Mom! It's my shrinker gun, I built it myself," Tommy said proudly, holding up the device that looked like a cross between a toy blaster and a leaf blower.

"Oh that's fabulous, sweetie," Mom cooed, sounding distracted. She took another swig of wine. "Let me see it." Tommy handed it over. Mom fiddled with the knobs, then pointed it at the cat. "Hmm, I wonder if this really works..." Before Tommy could stop her, she pulled the trigger. A pink beam shot out, engulfing Fluffy. A few seconds later, a tiny squeaking sound came from the floor. Mom gasped and nearly dropped the gun. There was a teeny-tiny Fluffy, no bigger than a mouse!

"Tommy, it worked! Oh my goodness!" Mom shrieked, more thrilled than alarmed. Tommy's jaw dropped. "Mom, that's so cool! But be careful!"

"Oh don't worry dear, I'll give him back to normal size in a jiffy," Mom said breezily. But she was already moving on to her next target. Her eyes fell upon a vase on the coffee table. "I wonder how tiny I can get things... Aha!"

She blasted the vase, which shrank down to the size of a thimble with a clatter. Then she zapped her earring, a paperweight, a coaster. Whoops and squeals of delight spilled from her lips as she recklessly shrunk object after object. Tommy tried to reason with her.

"Mom, maybe you should stop now before you break something important! Or hurt someone!" He could see the excited, manic gleam in her eye and it made him nervous.

But Mom was on a roll, giggling to herself as she waved the shrinker this way and that. In her tipsy state, she didn't notice Tommy standing right behind her. "Oh oopsie!" She yelped as she accidentally blasted her own son with the shrink ray. "Tommy! Oh my goodness!"

ZAP! A flood of tingles washed over Tommy from head to toe. He felt himself shrinking rapidly, shooting down to the size of a doll. The world spun and rose up around him with alarming speed. When it stopped, he found himself no taller than Mom's foot. Her gigantic bare sole and toes filled his vision, inches from his face.

"Tommy? Are you alright, sweetie?" Mom cooed, oblivious to how much danger he was in. She set the shrinker aside and scooped up her tiny son in her palm. "My goodness, you're just the cutest little thing! Like a living doll!"

Tommy's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at his colossal mother. He was so small compared to her - she could easily crush him underfoot without even trying. Her hand felt so big and warm around him. He tried not to tremble as she brought him up to her face for a closer look.

"Oh you poor thing! Mommy's so sorry," she crooned, still unaware of the peril he was in as she cradled him. Her voice was a deep, resonant rumble. "Let's get you back to normal size, shall we?"

Tommy wanted to object, to warn her to be more careful. But in his miniaturized state, his voice was so small and high-pitched, Mom couldn't make out his words over the sounds of the house. She carried him over to the shrinker gun, her fingers accidentally squeezing him tight in her excitement. Tommy could feel every line and crease of her skin, the heat of her body, the tickle of her hairs. Mortified, he squirmed and tried to cover himself as he realized he was being squished right against Mom's ample cleavage, which was barely contained by her straining negligee.

Mom plopped down on the couch and set Tommy on her thigh as she fiddled with the gun. Her legs were so huge and soft, like pillowy mounds. He slid around on the silky surface of her robe, nearly tumbling between her thighs. Then she planted her wooden clog right next to him, the towering heel overshadowing his tiny form. Tommy gulped, realizing he was in the shadow of her foot now.

"Oh dear, how do I reverse it?" Mom muttered to herself, prodding at buttons. She shifted impatiently, making her titanic rump jiggle and quake. Each movement threatened to fling Tommy across the room. Her toes wiggled mere inches from him inside her shoe. He pressed his back against the plush couch, praying she wouldn't accidentally kick him or step on him in her distraction.

As Mom bent to look at the instructions, her robe rode up, exposing a long expanse of creamy thigh. Tommy's eyes went wide as he found himself gazing up at her crotch, seeing the lacy edge of her panties. He blushed bright red, realizing he had a perfect view straight up her skirt at her most intimate parts. The tiny teenager couldn't believe his mother's womanhood was so close, filling his vision. Her panties were dark with arousal and he could see the delicate shape of her folds... She was getting wet from this!

Tommy's own penis stirred to attention in his pants, the conflicting feelings of fear and forbidden lust overwhelming him. He shifted his hips, then gasped as his rigid boyhood poked out from his fly. Mom, oblivious, wiggled her rump again as she read. The movement sent Tommy tumbling across the couch... Right between her splayed thighs. His head poked out from under her robe to find his face an inch from her clothed slit.

"Oh! Oh my," Mom breathed. She'd finally noticed her little boy's predicament. Her toes curled in her clog. "Tommy? Are you... Ah! I didn't realize... Goodness, your face is right in my..." She trailed off, a pink flush coloring her cheeks. But she made no move to extract him from his compromising position. If anything, she seemed to press her thighs a bit tighter together, as if hoping to feel him squirm against her privates. Tommy's eyes crossed as Mom's musky aroma flooded his senses, her damp heat throbbing against his skin. He couldn't resist rubbing his face against her panty-clad mound, dizzy with the taste of her juices on his lips. Mom's breath hitched. Her fingers slipped from the shrinker gun to stroke the thin panel of lace... Then a telltale dark spot spread across the fabric as a trickle of her nectar soaked through. Mom was dripping wet, and getting wetter by the second from having her tiny son nuzzling her snatch. "Oh Tommy," she panted. "Mommy didn't realize how much fun this would be..." Her hips undulated, grinding her clothed cunny against Tommy's face. He lapped and sucked at her until the drenched panties clung to her folds. The salty-sweet taste of her arousal made him dizzy. He poked his tongue under the leg hole to taste her bare... Just then, Mom lurched to her feet, heedless of her son's fragile state. "Oopsie! I've got it now," she chirped. She aimed the shrinker gun at Tommy... But her hand was trembling and her balance was off from all the wine. She swayed on her feet, her platform sandals clacking. Her heel caught on the rug. "Oh no!" Mom cried, arms pin-wheeling. She toppled forward, flinging the shrinker gun across the room. Her giant behind crashed down on the couch, and then her toppling torso flattened Tommy completely under her colossal chest. Tommy's screams were muffled as he was crushed into the couch cushions, smothered by Mom's huge, soft breasts. His broken body crumpled like a rag doll. Then Mom's flailing hand plopped down on top of him, flattening him utterly under her palm like a insignificant bug. Her fingers curled, unintentionally grinding his remains into the fabric. Mom lay there stunned for a long moment, her eyes wide. Then she pushed herself up with a grunt. "Oh no. Tommy?" She patted the couch, realizing what she'd just done. A sick feeling curdled in her gut as she spotted a tiny red smear, a miniscule hand poking out from under her lifeless fingers. Mom recoiled with a cry, shoving herself to her feet. She stumbled on shaking legs to the bathroom, tears blurring her vision. With trembling hands, she scrubbed the bloody evidence from her skin, her mind reeling. She'd killed her own son by accident! Her sweet boy, crushed to death in a horrific, sexual mishap! Mom retched over the toilet, overcome with despair and guilt. In her grief and horror, she wasn't thinking about covering her tracks or avoiding a scandal. All she could think was that she'd destroyed the one thing she loved most in the world...