You decided not to risk making your mother any more angry. You know full well how much worse the punishment could be, having spend countless hours painfully smashed, crushed, twisted or suffocated in various, imaginative ways.
You approach one of the massive feet in front of you. The toes raising in anticipation. You scramble over the top of them and crawl up the length to the large dollop of sunscreen. You drip your hands into the cold lotion and begin smearing it around the top of the warm foot. Over veins and around bones.
"A part of me wonders if you enjoy being shrunk?" your mother comments as she finishes up lathering her arms. "No matter how many times I punish you, you just keep doing the wrong things."
You just put your head down and focus on finishing up around the ankle before sliding down the foot, collecting the last of the sunscreen and applying it to wiggling toes.
"For me," you mom continues, "I don't really like or dislike shrinking you. So if you think I'm gonna grow tired of this it's not going to happen. I see it as necessary. I wouldn't be a good mother if I didn't try make you a valuable member of society."
Your mom squirts some sunscreen in her hands and begins lathering up her one leg. Raising it into the sky just as you jump off to get under the thigh and calf. You climb onto her other foot and start spreading the load of sunscreen deposited earlier around the sweaty skin.
"Perhaps I need to find more creative ways of punishing you," you hear your mom ponder out loudly. "I've got something in mind but that's really going to depend on your behaviour."
Your mother stops to inspect her raised foot. "You missed a spot," she states as she rubs some lotion onto her foot. You shudder, hoping this doesn't illicit a more 'creative' punishment.
"Be more attentive," the giantess commands before lathering up her other leg, "I don't want to get a sunburn." She raises her leg, causing you to fall off her foot before you're finished. You watch as the massive foot rises above you and your mother sighs disappointingly as she rubs the last of the sunscreen onto the spots you hadn't yet completed. The foot descends rapidly and you roll out of the way just in time to prevent being crushed.
Your giant mother rolls onto her back and commands you to do her back as she squirts sunscreen onto it. You climb up onto her overturned legs and walk over her bum to her back. She's untying her bikini top as she relaxes on her stomach.
It takes a long time to finish your mom's back. She fishes you off of it and rolls onto her back. Not bothering to tie her bikini top back up she now lies topless. She deposits you on her stomach and squirts sunscreen on her midriff. She doesn't say anything but you know what she wants. You spread the lotion around her belly. It undulates under your feet. You slowly move further up. As you get closer to her upper chest you see the sunscreen bottle appear again and deposit a dollop of lotion on each breast before it disappears. You mother's stern face remains emotionless behind her large sunglasses.
"Um..." you mutter awkwardly. The massive face ahead of you rises slowly. The sunglasses rise slightly above the eyes as they pierce at you.
"I don't know if I should do these," you say as you gesture to the massive breasts before you. Your mother scowls.
"They're just tits," she says before laying back down. You take too long to get back to work. A massive hand slaps into your back and lifts you into the air as your mother stares sternly at you. You're slammed painfully into the pile of sunscreen atop the left breast. The lotion smearing on both your body and the your mother's skin. Using you're small body as a spreader you're rubbed roughly over the hardening nipple several times and around the bulging mass of flesh. You can barely catch your breath as your lifted again and slammed into the other breast.
"I don't want to hear excuses," you mother says sternly as she continues to glide your slippery body all over her soft, rounded flesh. She deposits you rudely between them once she finished and noticed your raging boner.
She lifts up her sunglasses for a better look. Her lips begin to change shape.
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