You bounce into the kitchen wearing only your underwear to get something to eat and see your mother sitting at the kitchen table with her arms folded. She has a bunch of opened mail on the table in front of her. She looks at you with a frustrated look. Something's wrong. You begin to feel uncomfortable. She breaks the silence.
"What did we decide about your progress at school?" she interrogated.
You froze there in dread. A while back your mother had threatened that if your grades didn't improve she would punish you over the summer. You tried hard but you're just not cut out for school work. You had been placed into a grade higher than you should have at the insistence of your mother despite not having the intelligence or aptitude to succeed. You'd always found it impossibly hard to get good grades.
"Um...", you muttered.
Your mother carefully stood up. She was wearing a black tank top and white short-shorts. She had white mule slippers on her feet.
"Do you remember what I said I would do if your grades didn't improve?" she asked.
You remain silent. Hoping that she will just lightly scold you and then you can be on your way.
"DO YOU!?" she shouted.
"Uh...yes...", you stammered, "you said you'd punish me over the summer."
"That's right dear", she replied suddenly cheerful. "I intend to keep that promise, so just stay right there as I shrink you okay."
"Mom, please don't."
"Hush dear", she cooed, "it's for your own good."
Your mother began to rise into the air as you shrink. Your underwear becomes loose and falls to the ground. She slowly shuffles towards you as you get smaller and smaller. Chest high, then waist high, then knee high, finally stopping at about 6 inches tall and staring straight ahead at your mother's ankles as they flowed out of her slippers. You slowly crane your head up and she is smiling down at you as she brushes her hair behind her ears.
You begin to stumble backwards in horror as she slowly bends down to grab you. Tripping over your huge underwear and falling on your back in the process.
"No! Please no!", you plead.
"Stop begging ", you mom scolds you as she wraps her fingers around your waist, "it makes you sound pathetic."
You lay limp in your mother's huge fist as it sways to and fro beside her hips while she walks. What's going to happen next you ponder fearfully?
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