Trish felt the strange object inside of her ass, and wondering what in the world it could be. She had no idea what would be in the bathtub with her. She reached her hand under the water, and you yanked you out from between her butt cheeks. She pulled you out of the water, and held you in her hands.
“Jack?” She asked aloud, and you were so happy that she recognized you. However, you were still unable to squirm or wiggle in your current state, so you had no way to confirm her belief. Your mom frowned when you didn’t respond, and so she poked you several times in the chest. Her fingers crushed your chest flat, and then the rolled you up into a tiny ball.
Trish thought for sure that you were her son, but she didn’t know why you weren’t responding or moving. She also couldn’t think of a reason for you to be in the tub, especially since you were supposed to be in the sink five feet away from her. She leaned in a smelled you, getting a nice and deep whiff. She smiled, realizing that you smelled nothing like strawberries, and more like lemons. She knew that you weren’t her son after all.
Your blood ran cold as you saw your mother smile. You didn’t know why she didn’t recognize you after smelling you. However, you didn’t know that your normal bodily smell had been replaced by a lemon smell, the smell of your mother’s shampoo. All you knew was that your mother saw you only as a tan, squishy toy, and that your fate was in her hands.
Your mom grabbed you with her hands, and stretched you out. Your body was pulled to a length of nearly two feet, while your mom giggled like a school girl. Trish flicked your elongated body several times, playing with you like you were a string on a guitar. When she was bored of that, she pulled your back half backwards and let go, shooting you like a rubber band into the wall of the bathroom. Your mom laughed loudly.
Your aching body slipped back into the soapy water of the tub, but you were quickly snatched up once more by your playful mother. With no time to relax, your mom stuck you in between her toes, jamming you in place. She scrunched up her toes over and over, repeatedly squashing you. You were humiliated beyond belief, as you had been degraded to nothing more than a simple plaything to amuse your mother.
***
Trish felt herself beginning to blush, imaging her new toy as her son. She had always felt desires around you, but she was able to push them aside since you were her son. Still, she always felt a certain chill when she would discover you under her ass after an hour. Or she would get goosebumps after finding out that you were the bra she had worn for the past week. She would even get turned on when Mary would yell at her that the piece of gum she had just swallowed was actually her son.
Trish slapped her forehead, trying to clear her mind. She felt dirty and wrong whenever those sensual thoughts came into her head, but they were hard to fight. She looked back at the squishy blob between her toes and grinned. This little toy was nothing more than a toy, hardly comparably to her beloved son. She could do whatever she wanted to with this new toy she had discovered.
***
After several minutes, your mother reached forward and removed you from her toes. She slapped you hard against her massive left breast, pressing you against her firm nipple. Your gummy body stuck, helplessly plastered to her nipple. Trish shook her chest back and forth, giggling as you jiggled and quivered along with her breast flesh.
Trish then finished her bath, scrubbing herself down and then washing off. She climbed out of the tub, her breasts bouncing up and down along with you. She dried herself off quickly, the rough towel jamming your body more into your mother’s nipple. Thankfully, Trish ripped you off before you were sucked all the way into her boob.
She held you in her left hand, and grabbed something else with her right hand. Suddenly, she dropped you, and you tumbled through the air, crashing down onto a hard surface. Staring up, you saw your mother’s giant legs and naked crotch, and you realized she had dropped you onto her panties!
Your mom stepped through the holes in her panties, and hoisted them up her legs at lightning speed. You were shot right against your mother’s bare vagina as she adjusted her panties. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling you bump against her most sensitive area. Trish then slipped on a bra, and walked into her bedroom, thinking up new ideas for her toy.
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