"My New Stepmom" by Littlejoe

When the door opened I was stunned. Standing in front of me was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. She had a perfect, beautiful face, pretty blond hair, great curves. She was at least two or three inches taller than me (I’m 5’ 9”). She was wearing a sexy white top that revealed a tasteful but inviting amount of cleavage.

“Hi Tom! I’m your new stepmom Denise”. “H-hi Denise” I managed to stammer. I couldn’t believe how hot she was! It was all I could do not to start drooling. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, sweetie” she said, kissing me on the cheek as she leaned down. “Your father’s told me so much about you”. I noticed she was in her mid-twenties. My father’s in his mid-forties. I figured she must’ve been some kind of gold-digger since she was so much younger than him, he had a lot of money and my mom (as well as his other ex-wife) had never been much too look at.

I couldn’t believe this towering goddess was my new stepmom. My heart raced with excitement. Then when she laughed I realized I had been staring at her breasts for several seconds. She knew exactly what I was thinking. “Come on honey, I’ll show you were you’re staying”. What was she talking about? I always slept in the bedroom upstairs. “I had to use your room upstairs to store my wardrobe. But we set up a nice bed for you in the basement” “That sounds good” I shrugged, feeling a little bit upset that I hadn’t been consulted in this matter but not wanting to make too big a deal of it..

I had always loved spending the summers at my father’s house, it was much bigger than my mom’s and had an in-ground pool in the backyard. When my father went away on business trips I had always had my friends over for parties, a lot of girls too and everyone loved hanging out by the pool. I wondered if Denise would let me have parties while she was there.

The next morning I got up and Denise was sitting in the living room, reading a magazine and watching TV with her feet up on the table. She was wearing open-toed high heels and a sexy skirt. Damn, I though, she looks even better than yesterday. “Good morning, sweetie!” she said, giving me a big beautiful smile. It kind of annoyed me that she was only a few years older but talked down to me in a condescending tone like I was a little kid. “Hi Denise I think I’m going to go hang out with my friends, maybe see a movie or something” “Ok but first I made a list of chores for you to do” Chores? My dad never made me do chores. Who was she to ask me, after all she just moved in and she hadn’t even married my dad yet.

“The list is on the refrigerator door” I looked at it-make my bed, wash the dishes, buy groceries, wash the kitchen floor. I thought it was unfair and unreasonable for me to do all the work while she sat around and watched TV, but I decided I’d just go along and then get my dad to intervene when he came back. Denise went out by the pool and sunbathed while I washed the dishes then I went out and got everything on the long list of groceries, many of which were beauty products for Denise. Cleaning the kitchen floor was a pain in the ass but I got it done, then went and hung out with my friends. When I got back that night Denise was upset. She was standing in the front hall with her hands on her hips. Looking very hot I might add, although I didn’t have much time to think about that. “Making your bed was on your list of chores Tom and you didn’t do it. I’m very disappointed in you Tom”.

I decided this was the last straw “What makes you think you can just move in here and control my life? Your not doing any work here. You’re only a few years older than me, for Christ’s sake!”

“I don’t like your attitude Tom. I’m your stepmother and you will obey me, is that clear?” “You’re not my mother. You’re just a gold-digging tramp. I know you’re only marrying my dad for his money. You’re a stuck-up, snobby, gold-digging BITCH!”. Then I wondered if I had gone too far. She looked like she was going to cry. She went upstairs to her room and shut the door. I didn’t know what to do so I just went to my room in the basement and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning Denise came down to see me. I felt guilty about what I had said and started to apologize “Look Denise, I didn’t really mean the stuff I-“ “No, no” she said “I’m the one who should apologize. I was too hard on you”. I felt a lot better hearing this. Maybe I could get along with her after all. “I made you breakfast in bed” she said sweetly and handed me a plate with pancakes and a glass of milk. “Thanks Denise. I’m sorry things got out of hand last night”.

As I drank the milk I noticed it tasted a little strange. Not bad, just different. I drank the whole glass anyway, but a half hour later I started to feel sick to my stomach. I went upstairs to go in the bathroom. As I passed Denise I said “I feel sick, are you sure that milk was fresh?”. I felt really dizzy so instead of going all the way to the bathroom I plopped down on the couch. I felt a strange tingling sensation throughout my body. Denise was watching me intently. The dizziness and stomach ache went away, but then I got the strangest sensation. Everything around me seemed to be getting bigger!

“Denise, something really weird is happening!” I yelled but she didn’t look concerned. In fact, she was smiling. “Oh don’t worry” she said mischievously “I just mixed a little bit of shrinking potion in with your milk” it took a few seconds for this to sink in (and for me to shrink a few more inches) before I blurted out “what are you, some kind of witch!?” “As a matter of fact, I am” she explained “I was planning to shrink both you and your father at the same time, after he added my name to his life insurance policy, but I decided it would be more fun to shrink you now. I’ll just tell him you never showed up”. I was horrified as her words sank in (and as my height sank below the three foot mark). I realized it was pointless to try to run, I didn’t know how small I was going to get and even if I could escape her, it could be dangerous to be tiny and be outdoors.

“How small am I going to get?” I asked in a voice that was now a high-pitched squeak. “Oh you should level off at about two inches” oh my god! I would be the size of a mouse! And completely helpless! “I bet you really regret calling me a bitch now” she said smugly. I was down to about a foot now, and still shrinking. “You’re going to obey my every command from now on, my little stepson”. I finally stopped shrinking and like she had said I was probably only two inches in height. She reached for me with a giant hand as I cowered in fear. She picked me up by my shirt which she held between her thumb and forefinger and lifted me up in front of her beautiful, giant face. She gave me a wet, tender kiss all over my body, getting lipstick stains on my white short (although that was the least of my worries in the situation). Despite my circumstances, I found myself getting aroused. As evil as she was, she was still really, really hot.

“Now, kiss my feet you little brat” she said as she put me down next to them. I did as she said, even putting a little passion into it. “See that’s not so hard, is it? If you had just obeyed my commands before like a good little boy you’d still be full-sized. But now you’ll be my slave forever”