While Helen was still confused, Dylan decided to put his foot in front of her, effectively blocking her escape. "Mom? Are you alright?" He asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He was trying not to show his excitement about the whole situation, but it was difficult, especially since he had never seen his mother completely naked before, not like this anyway. He couldn't take his eyes off her tiny, delicate body.
Helen looked up at her son, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "Dylan... what is going on?!" the shrunken woman looked up in awe at her son towering over her. "W-what happened to me?!" She was trembling, her chubby arms hugging herself to cover her modesty.
"I guess that gun I found does more than just shrink things," Dylan said casually, kicking off his sneakers so he could step closer to his mother without squishing her by accident. His socks were still dirty from playing outside, but he didn't care.
His mother's hand went up to her nose as she smelled her son's feet. "Oh god, Dylan... please put those filthy socks away... I don't want to get sick," she begged, crinkling her nose up.
"But then you wouldn't be able to touch them, right?" The boy wiggled his toes in front of her. Helen was appalled and tried to back away, only for Dylan's other foot to stop her retreat. "Oh no mom, where do you think you're going?"
He looked down at her with an eager curiosity, taking in every inch of his shrunken mother. She was naked now and maybe six inches tall. He noticed the goosebumps on her skin. "Mom, are you cold?" Dylan asked, his voice laced with false concern.
"A little, what are you--" before Helen can finish her son...
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