Unaware Son.pdf

Meredith stepped into the bathroom to check on Tommy. The 12-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged on the tile, staring up at her with an unreadable expression.

"Mom, I'm...I'm 4 inches tall now," Tommy said in a tiny voice. "I was 6 inches before. That last step...it crushed me. I...I can feel the bones breaking."

Meredith paused, taking in the sight of her miniscule son with a complex mix of emotions. As a person with a long, secret history of enjoying crush fetish porn, seeing the real life scenario of her son, shrunk down and at her mercy, stirred something deep inside of her.

"I'm so sorry sweetie," she cooed, kneeling down. Her huge, full breasts strained against her bathrobe as she leaned over him. "I didn't mean for this to happen. Mommy's so clumsy sometimes."

Tommy stared up at her, eyes wide. Even at his reduced size, he could tell her nipples were stiffening beneath the thin fabric. Unconsciously, his own little boyhood began to react, stiffening in his shorts.

"It's okay," he squeaked. "Not your fault. Just...be more careful? I....I think more of me is going to break if you step on me again."

Meredith nodded slowly, drinking in his fear. Her son, fragile and helpless, utterly dependent on her now. It flooded her mind and body with a dark, forbidden excitement.

"Don't worry baby..." she purred. "Mommy will be extra gentle."

She carefully stood, making sure to step well around his prone form. In doing so, she deliberately shifted her huge, heavy ass in his direction. It cast a looming shadow over him. The wooden clog's sole was caked with dirt and filth from the yard.

Tommy gulped, both aroused and terrified as the gargantuan, grimy footprint came to rest millimeters from his chest and legs, blotting out the light. One wrong move would paste him into the tiles...

"I...I think I'm shrinking again," he whispered, staying perfectly still. "M-maybe...a little less than before? I'm 3 inches now..."

Meredith felt a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. Oh god, she was really doing this. Torturing her own son with her size and strength, exploiting his helplessness. It was so wrong...but so hot.

She had him now, utterly at her mercy. To crush or coddle as she wished. And oh, the things she wished to do to him now that she had him tiny and fragile, pinned beneath her feet...

"Shhhh, it's okay baby," she cooed, shifting to make sure the ball of her foot was aimed right at his shrunken chest. "Mommy's got you. I'll take gooood care of you..."

And with that, she began to press down, slowly increasing her weight. Tommy's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as his tiny ribs began to shatter under the immense pressure of her clout-soled foot. His eyeballs bulged, his skull creaked...

The world went black as the solececuted the life out of him. Meredith ground her foot down, feeling him pop and squelch between her toes, reassuring herself that it was an accident.