Yoshiko was unable to contain her excitement, now was no time to dwell on the potential for power, now was the time to grasp it with her own hands! She grabbed the mystical tome, still glowing a strange aura, and flipped to the page she always wanted to read from. The reason she had been looking for such a book this entire time. She was going to gain the power to change the size of others at will!
Sitting cross-legged in the center of her room, under her fluffy pentagram rug, Yoshiko began reading the desired spell to master size-changing. The candles around her room were re-lit, and the black curtains covering her windows blocked out any natural light.
"Shoudai, kutechiisa daikyo. Tekidebishi teki-wakusei!"
The pages of the ancient tome began flipping back and forth, and a strong gust of wind burst from the tome's binding. The orange light from the candles around her turned black, and Yoshiko was hypnotized into a deep slumber...
--
When she awoke, the chuuni idol felt a sharp pain in her body. She was no longer wearing her cosplay, in fact she wasn't wearing anything at all, she was completely nude! Yoshiko wondered if she simply passed out while reading. Standing up, the walls of her room seemed further away than normal... Not only that, everything in her room was now huge! Her rug she was just sitting on was now far away from where she laid, and the fibers looked like a dark forest.
Her clothes that she was just wearing laid in a massive pile in front of her. Yoshiko herself was standing directly on her black panties, still wet from her excitement earlier. Even the red bow that adorned her frilled underwear seemed large than her. In the far distance were things like her computer table and bed, now seeming impossibly large, there'd be no way she could get to them now. Yoshiko estimated herself to be not even an inch tall. Perhaps just a centimeter or two. A cold draft from an air vent in her room caused her naked body to shiver. The bluenette's manic energy from earlier had worn off, and fear was starting to set in.
"H-hmph! This is fine! As a fallen angel, we've learned to expect the unexpected. I'll just go back to the book and..."
*THUD* *THUD* *THUD*
"YOSHIKO! I TOLD YOU DINNER WAS READY! DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!"
"Oh crap, mother!" Yoshiko's fears quickly overtook her usual persona, and the girl scurried into her panties to hide from her overbearing guardian,
"Please don't come in, please don't come in..."
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"YOSHIKO? ANSWER ME! .... *SIGH* OKAY, I'M COMING IN!"
The blue-haired idol's bedroom door swung open, causing a burst of wind to nearly blow Yoshiko out of the pair of panties she was using for cover.
"What the... where did that girl go... And why are her clothes scattered around? Is she in the bath?"
Yoshiko peaked out of her underwear timidly to get a look at her own mother. She looked massive simply standing there, it was like she was an idol waiting to be worshipped. But not like the school idol Yoshiko was, more like a religious idol. Yoshiko's mother put her hand on her hip and began to walk around her daughter's room, picking up random garbage and dirty clothes that needed to be washed.
"When will that girl learn to clean up after herself..."
As her mother bent down to grab some crumpled up papers off the floor from Yoshiko's diary, the tiny teen couldn't help but yell out.
"N-no! Don't look at those! Those are private!" she screamed.
"...Hmm? What was that?" her mother turned around and looked at the floor, not seeing anything the squeaking noise could have come from.
At this moment, the giant mother's tight jeans were drooping, causing her ass to show some serious skin. Yoshiko knew what a fine body her own mother had, in fact, she had been jealous of it most of her teenage life. Yoshiko was still going through puberty, so she could only hope she grew into such a full-figured woman like her parent. But even among the other neighborhood moms, Yoshiko's mother's plump and juicy figure stood out.
Her breasts surpassed most bra cup sizes seen in regular department stores, and her ass struggled to fit in most pants. Her feet were large and her tummy had just the right amount of chub. Yet the silhouette created by the slimming fabric of her office uniform clung to her body and gave her the most ideal curves. It drove the men and women in her office wild having an OL as hot as her around.
Yoshiko, having gained some courage, took a step out of her panties to approach her mother. She had sat down on her daughter's bed, hoping to catch her breath.
"Where is that girl... Hmph... Oh well, no dinner for her I suppose..." she mused to herself.
The shrunken daughter meanwhile, was crawling around her own bedroom floor like a bug, wondering what her next course of action should be...
"This is no problem for a fallen angel...!"
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