Kevin's father Jack opened the door. He looked around the room before finally gazing at his young son. "Where's your mother?" He asked. A level of annoyance clearly on his voice.
"I... I don't know." Kevin spat out, almost answering in a guilty tone he hoped his father didn't pick up on.
Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked. "What's wrong with you?" He asked.
Kevin gulped hard. "Nothing." His voice cracked as he answered. He could feel the tiny thing wrapped in his boxers in his pocket struggling. It was all he could do to keep himself in any sense of composure in front of his father.
"She didn't say where she was going?" Jack pressed on. Kevin shook his head. His eyes wide as he fought to keep his secret. The little person in his pocket, in it's squirming, had begun kicking and punching. And some of the contacts were striking his young boyhood. He grunted a bit before he got his reactions to the sensation under control. "Well... I'm leaving now. Tell her I'll be busier than usual on this trip, so only call if it's an emergency." Jack informed him. Kevin was barely hearing him. His full attention was on the sensations going on in his pocket, and the fact this tiny thing was now using his penis as a punching bag. His father continued to talk.... something about being gone and not knowing when he'd return. Then Jack left and closed the door behind him. Kevin immediately looked down at his shorts. There were two small bulges. One in his pocket, and one from his young cock that was strangely waking up from the pounding from the tiny person's kicking feet and fists. He pulled open the pocket and stared in disbelief.
Beth, having been engulfed in that huge tent and lifted up into the air, was screaming and struggling. Then suddenly she was stuffed into an even more confining space. It was warm and humid. The odor was even more strong now, with the large tent encasing her. She screamed as she kicked and pounded her tiny fists against her surroundings. As she fought she felt her confined space being compressed even more from something outside. She panicked and focused her kicks and fists at the encroaching force to her side. The already warm confines began to get even warmer and musty. Kevin held the bundled up boxers a bit in his hand, watching the material shift and move. He rushed to his desk and then placed the boxers on the desktop. He slowly pinched a corner of the boxers and began to open them up to reveal the wondrous little thing inside. In her struggles and from unceremoniously being quickly wrapped and shoved into a pocket, the tiny person was now inside the wadded up dirty boxers. She had somehow been directly in the crotch of the inside of his discarded boxers. He watched as the tiny form rustled underneath the portion that had, just yesterday, been covering his now stiffening young penis. He had been in the yard most of the day doing yard work and they were very dirty and he could smell the aroma of a long days sweating.
Kevin pinched the leg opening hem and slowly lifted it up. The tiny person underneath, sensing freedom, scurried towards it. Kevin watched as a disheveled little woman stumbled out and onto the desk. Her hair was a mess and she was breathing heavily as she tried desperately to regain her senses and surroundings. It didn't take long before Kevin recognized the clothes... and the tiny woman's features. His throat dry from shock, "M-mom....?" Kevin croaked out. The tiny woman jerked at the sound and she spun around quickly towards the voice behind her. She looked up, slowly until her eyes met Kevin's. For a moment they both shared a silent second or two of wondrous disbelief. It was Beth that shattered that silence first by screaming.
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