"Here, you can use this to stay warm," the boy took off one of his socks and dropped it down at her feet.
Helen stared down at the giant sock with disgust, her face twisting. "What is wrong with you?!" she asked her son, her voice quivering. "Why are you acting like this?! Dylan, I am your mother, please..."
The little boy laughed as he saw his mother shiver from the cold. He found her fear and discomfort to be hilarious, not to mention her naked body was incredibly fascinating. He imagined her actually using the sock as clothing. Maybe even wearing both of his dirty socks at once...
"I just think you need some new clothes," he said with a shrug, picking up the sock with two fingers and dangling it over his mother. "See? It's perfect for you. You can even wear it as a suit." With that he let the sock fall, covering her entire tiny body. His mother screamed in protest as her naked body became engulfed by her son's filthy, stinky sock.
"Stop this, Dylan!" Helen tried to move, but her vision was obscured. The shrunken woman walked straight into a table leg and fell backwards.
Dylan laughed hard as he watched the tiny woman's legs moving out from under his sock. She looked so funny trying to right herself. Her muffled cries could still be heard though, even with the fabric covering half her body. This was the best game Dylan had ever played.
From under the sock, Helen was struggling, she had to keep herself from breathing in the stink and she was getting angry, really angry, If she could get out from under the sock she would teach him a lesson! She finally got back on her feet and felt her way around until she was standing, and then she felt a tug and the sock moved.
Dylan picked up one side of the sock, the tiny woman stepped out cautiously, taking quick shallow breaths and glaring at her son. Her body was red and blotchy with anger. "That wasn't funny Dylan!"
The boy snickered. "Come on mom, don't be mad... I'm sorry." But there was nothing apologetic about the grin on his face. Instead, his eyes wandered over her naked form. "Why don't we try something else, hmm?" Dylan suggested.
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