This choice: Betty Ann decides to give him some more medicine • Go Back...Chapter #8Massive Hug Headaches by: Froakie   Tony felt his head spinning from two crushes back to back. He needed to get his mother on board with helping him instead of hurting him. "Mommy, listen!" he began.
Betty Ann was in her own little world though. She had already left the room and came back before Tony could get his bearing.
She had something in her hand. No, it's the formula again!! The blue vial!!
"No, no!! Mommy don't!!" Tony begs as his giant mother's hands push his arms and legs away as he struggles to avoid the "medicine". Betty Ann looks at Tony with a soft smile. She would take care of him and make sure he gets the medicine that he needs.
"Stop your fidgeting, little guy. I think one more dose of this medicine should do the trick." She said getting another spoonful. The problem for Tony was one "spoonful" was a lot lot more medicine than what he had taken last time. If he drank that much of the formula, he'd shrink down to the size of nothing! Then how would he ever get the antidote to get back to normal size!
"Mom, please!! Listen!! We need to go to Dr. Lucy! She can help me!" he pleaded with the spoon looming overhead.
"Sweetie, you think she can help you more than I can? A mommy knows how to take care of her little boy, besides it just seems to be a little fever is all." she said while ignoring Tony and mashing the spoon against him. The liquid got over his body a little bit as it was overfilled as is.
Tony shut his mouth, but his mother grabbed his face with one of her fingers and pried it open. As his mother poured the liquid down his throat, it got everywhere. Try as he might, Tony was not able to avoid swallowing some of it, but he wasn't sure how much he had drank.
"Oh my!! Baby!! You made a mess with that medicine. Let Mommy clean this up!!" She said looking at her now shrinking formula soaked hand. Tony was soaked too, head to toe with the blue liquid.
Looking down at himself, he wondered if the formula would work on his mother with it being on her hand like that or not. He was pretty sure that Dr. Lucy said it had to be swallowed but maybe it would work without that. The last time he took the shrinking formula, it took a little time before it kicked in. He needed to get her to help him before he started shrinking again. His mother went into the kitchen and washed her hands with poor little Tony in between them, getting him soaking wet.
PSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The water ran all around Tony as he coughed and gagged, his mother not realizing she was waterboarding her own son. After a minute or so of this, she turned off the water and looked at her little boy. He was soaked. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped him down. As she did this, she only now just realized that he was naked.
"Tony? Where is your clothes?" she said surprised.
Tony rolled his eyes. She had only know noticed this.
"Mom!! Don't you see how small I am? I need help!" he screamed at her.
"Well now there's nothing else to do but wait for you to get better." Betty Ann said ignoring Tony with a huge smile on her face as she looked down at you.
"Mommy?" Tony said, feeling a pit in his stomach. He knew what it was but he didn't want to believe it. "I don't feel good."
"My poor little boy!" Betty Ann cried hearing the sadness coming from her little guy. She knew what would help him.
Tony watched as his mother picked him up easily with her one hand and plunged him towards her gigantic cleavage. He screamed as she put her palm on his whole body and began to give him the most intense hug she'd ever given. If he was regular size, he knew this would hurt him really really bad, but at this size! Tony's screams were cut short as his entire body was completely flattened, his bones crushing, his muscles, splattered. It was the most agonizing pain he had ever felt in his entire life. He couldn't even scream or beg her to stop as he no longer had a working mouth to scream out of.
"See, all you need is some time with Mommy. I don't hear you feeling sad now." Betty Ann said feeling accomplished. A good strong hug was all anyone ever needed anyway.
Finally, she released him from her death boob grip and pulled him away from her. Tony felt his body start to heal and as soon as it did, he screamed at the top of his lungs. That was awful, way worse then before.
"Oh no, sweetie!! It still hurts!!" Betty Ann said.
Without even waiting, Tony was once more slammed back against his mother's cleavage only this time she squeezed even more tight. Tony's screams were once again cut short as he could feel every part of his body getting mashed into an almost mush. Somehow due to the formula, he could feel his consciousness and every part of his body felt the most agonizing pain. It was so awful, he could feel himself wishing it would just end. That he'd die instead of having to feel this terrible for another second.
"Oh baby, it's going to be okay." she said softly while tightening her grip.
Betty Ann noticed that something felt a bit different in her hand. Did Tony feel. . wet? Stopping her hug, she pulled him back out again to look at and noticed a little bit of blood on him. His screaming began again after she stopped. How peculiar.
"Oh I thought I had gotten rid of all that mess, sorry sweetie. Let me help you again. Reaching towards for the paper towel she had dried him off with earlier, she wiped him while Tony regained himself. She seemed to have immediately forgotten about the fact that he was naked too. This was the worst he had ever felt in his entire life. What was worse was that it was only going to get worse once that formula kicked in.
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