This choice: Stay with her to the bathroom • Go Back... Suddenly, Hannah stops moving when she notices an odd sensation on her morning wood. Yawning and blinking the sleep away, the bleary-eyed mother of three strained to look down at her penis, only to spy something moving. “W-Will?”
“Mom? Yes, mom!” Will cheered as he frantically waved his arms to get her attention. Finally, now that someone saw him, he was safe.
Hannah yawned again. “What are you doing out of bed, baby? And why are you on mommy’s cock?”
“C-what?” Will stammered. The early morning light was still dim. However, looking down on the long, cylindrical pole that supported his tiny weight, he now saw it for what it was. Will hurriedly shook his head of such distractions. “Mom, listen. I’ve shrunken… somehow. You have to help!”
Hannah yawned more intensely this time. She threw her head back, jostling her night gown’s shoulder strap until it fell, exposing most of her right breast. However, the woman was still too tired to care, let alone notice her son’s embarrassment. “Help? Smaller?” she asked as she rubbed her eyes again and stared more intently. “You seem fine to me.”
“F-fine?” Will was dumbfounded. “What part of this seems remotely fine to you? Mom, I’m tiny!”
“Shh, baby. There’s no need to shout. Did you have a nightmare?”
“What? Mom, were you out drinking last night?”
Finally, Hannah wore an expression other than tired obliviousness. Her lips guiltily pursed under her son’s accusation. “I… Okay, maybe a couple.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Mom, please. I need you to focus. Look at me,” he stressed. “Don’t I look smaller to you?”
Now that she was no longer squinting, Hannah reached down and plucked the tiny boy from her morning wood. His little arms flailed, and he cried out in panic as she lifted him to her face for a better look. “Oh, quit being such a baby. This isn’t anything new for you,” she said as she dropped him in her open palm.
“Nothing new? Mom, you’re not making any sense.”
“And neither are you,” Hannah sternly said to the boy in her hand. “You don’t look any different to me. Are you sure you didn’t have a nightmare?”
Will was stunned, speechless. Had his mom gone blind, or had all that drinking finally caught up with her? She didn’t seem to have a hangover, though.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re here, now. So, did you want to take a bath with mommy?” she asked, her mood lifting as she gave her tiny son a flirtatious smile.
Will snapped back to his senses. “Mom, I think we’re not understanding each other. Uh, about how tall was I last night when I went to bed?”
“Hmm, I think we last measured you at around three inches,” Hannah said as though it were obvious. “Why? Do you think you put on another millimeter? We warned you about getting your hopes up. The doctor said that boys with your condition almost never reach more than four inches.”
“Doctor… four…?” Will questioned, suddenly feeling dizzy. “What’s happening right now?”
“I think we’ll both feel better after a bath,” Hannah said, finally resuming her trek to the bathroom. She set her son down on the sink and, with nary a second thought, stripped out of her nightclothes and underwear. She smiled when she saw her son’s hanging jaw, mistaking his raw shock for playful admiration. Hannah then grabbed the boy and, with impressively dexterous fingers, stripped his pajamas from his form, leaving him utterly nude. Then she held him close to her chest as she ran the water.
Will could barely think, let alone formulate a coherent sentence. Waking up tiny was bad enough, but his mom’s reaction was almost beyond belief. How could she be so calm about this? Although, come to think of it, she was acting like nothing was odd, that everything was as it had always been. Of course, that couldn’t be right. Then again, Will had consumed a lot of Sci-Fi in his short life, so the notion of a wormhole taking him to some other dimension wasn’t entirely out of the question. After all, it made about as much sense as suddenly waking up the size of a finger.
Hannah gave a satisfied sigh when the water reached its ideal temperature and dipped her toes into the steaming liquid. She hissed at first, but carefully slipped further in. Finally, Hannah sat down and rested her back to the tub’s wall, the water reaching just above her breasts. The woman smiled at her son, who still sat in the palm she safely held above the water. “Are you ready?”
“R-ready?”
Hannah missed the questioning inflection and began lowering her hand into the water. Will gave no reaction as her hand delicately sank beneath the surface. She was careful not to let too much hot water touch him at once. He didn’t burn easily, but she still didn’t want to cause him any discomfort. Then, once he was deep enough to start kicking his legs to keep his head above the surface, she scooped him back up and planted his little body between her massive boobs. “Careful, Will,” she playfully warned. “If you move too much, you’ll make mommy horny, and you know what happens then.”
1 Hannah and Will have a peaceful bath before breakfast
2 Hannah squishes her son between her boobs
3 Hannah uses her son to masturbate her cock
4 Hannah thinks her son needs a tongue bath  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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