“So, are you going to explain to me what exactly is going on here?” asked the college dropout and stoner daughter of the Smith family. Hayley had just woken up, at two in the afternoon, and had gone to the kitchen for something to eat, only to find Francine looking down at a blank notebook like it had insulted her. The blonde mother didn’t look away as she narrowed her eyes and tried to concentrate.
“Your father’s going away for the week for a special CIA assignment and gave me a lecture about money and responsibility. Apparently, because he’s the only person in this house that brings in any money, he thinks he should control all of our finances. I’m going to show him by coming up with a way to make lots of money and prove I can take care of myself,” Francine explained. She had been trying to come up with an idea for the last four hours, and so far, she had nothing. She considered just getting a job, but she wanted something faster, something that would show Stan not only could she bring in the bacon, but she had the brains to take care of herself. Too bad so far she was proving Stan right, which only made her more determined to prove him wrong.
“Actually, I was referring to that. What happened to Steve?” Hayley clarified as she pointed to an overturned glass, which wouldn’t be so odd if her brother wasn’t three inches tall and trapped under it. The shrunken young boy just grumbled, hugging his knees as he sulked under the glass prison. Francine didn’t bother looking up again as she kept on focusing.
“Steve borrowed the shrink gun your father brought home from the CIA. He was caught trying to peek in the girl’s locker room at his school. I have been too busy fiddling with this thing to figure out a punishment for him, so he’s going to remain that size for now. This is too important to get distracted from,” Francine said as she nibbled on the end of a pencil. Then an idea sprung to mind. “What about haircuts for hamsters?”
“Try harder,” Hayley informed Francine before walking over to look at her tiny brother. He looked kind of cute at this small size, like a small doll. Leaning down to look at him closer, Steve also looked up and caught a peek down his sister’s shirt. Staring at her massive cleavage, Steve’s gaze was quickly noticed by Hayley, who just rolled her eyes at the little teen’s perverted nature. Fine, let him get a look. It’s not like Jeff has taken any time to admire her lately. At least someone appreciates her body.
“Woah, look at Steve. I’d ask what happened, but honestly, I don’t care,” Roger said dismissively. He walked in wearing some mismatched outfit that looked like a slutty librarian and a rodeo clown. Hayley didn’t bother asking what that was about. The grey alien looked at Steve, tapping on the glass and causing the boy to cover his ears as his prison caused the sound of the pokes to echo around him. Getting bored after a second, Roger shook his massive head. “Poor little guy, he’s so tiny. He’s the size of the dildo you keep in your bottom drawer, Franny. A dildo boy. Shlong Steve.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” Francine argued, finally turning away from her fruitless attempts to get rich quick. Stomping over to Roger, she pouted down at him. “First off, Steve is not a dildo boy. Secondly, I don’t keep my dildo in my bottom drawer. I keep my butt plug in there.”
“And this day started off so nice,” Steve muttered after learning more about his mom than he ever wanted.
Hayley just shrugged. She was no prude. She'd tell her family that she kept her butt plug in her bottom drawer, but things seemed interesting enough as they were.
“Okay, maybe he’s more a butt plug boy, but you have to admit he does look kind of like a sex toy right now. I mean, people have stuck way worse things than him inside them. I myself once stuck an entire treasure chest right up…” Roger was stopped by a scream from Steve as he covered his ears to drown out learning yet another fact that would need to be bleached from his brain. Roger finished. “The point is never use cheap lube, and Steve would make a one-of-a-kind, life-changing sex toy at his current size. Now, if you excuse me, I have a date with the Norwegian lacrosse team and a cockfight.”
“When he said cockfight, did he mean…?” Hayley said as she shook her head as she decided not to go there. She was about ready to leave her mom and Steve to their respective detentions when she noticed her mom and froze where she was standing. Francine was thinking hard about something, and her brain was going through several different gymnastics as it tried to come up with an idea. She kept having Roger’s words about Steve go through her head, how he was one-of-a-kind and life-changing. The fact that he meant those things as a sex toy only registered in her mind briefly.
“Hayley, how much would you pay for a one-of-a-kind and life-changing sexual experience?” Francine asked, an idea slowly forming in her mind. She couldn’t. Steve was her baby; her sweet little guy that she loved and spoiled so much. However, her need to prove Stan wrong and get some independence fought against her motherly nature as she looked at her daughter for an answer.
“Um, depends. I’m not going to do anything illegal,” Hayley said, even though she had so willingly taken illegal drugs before. Hell, there were a couple of baggies in her room that could get her thrown away for a few years. Her mom didn’t have to know that, though.
“Well, technically, there’s no law that says this qualifies as prostitution.” If she asked people for money to sleep with her son, that would be wrong and illegal, but there was no law that said a shrunken person was human, so it wasn’t illegal, right? Her logic was a bit questionable, but Francine was sure that if she rented out Steve as a shrunken sex toy, she wouldn’t be in any trouble. It was like loaning a dildo, kind of gross, but not against the law.
“Mom,” Steve said, feeling a bit nervous from the way Francine was now eyeing him. He trusted and loved his mom a lot, but she was a lot like his dad: a huge idiot that tended to make poor choices. It was hard to piece together what she was talking about, but as she moved closer to him, her huge breasts blocking the view of her face, Steve felt something stir inside of him, worry, but also a tiny bit of anticipation.
“Steve, how’d you like to help mommy make some money?” Francine said, biting her lower lip as she imagined what she was doing. It was so wrong, but it could work, and maybe it would be good for Steve. Instead of peeking at women, he could meet them another way, a more personal way. Still, a concern about his safety lingered in Francine’s mind, making her reluctant to go through with this. She needed to know Steve would be safe, that his adorable little body could handle this. A test run was needed. Someone needed to check if Steve could really be a profitable and long-lasting sex toy.
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