Vivian Garcia glared out the window at the front lawn. The grass was horrendously overgrown.

"That boy," the buxom Latina woman grumbled to herself.

Bobby, her bum of a stepson, was supposed to have it mowed last week. Yet he had not accomplished the simple chore. Bobby had done nothing but act lazy & rebellious ever since his father's mysterious disappearance three years earlier. Of course, as the mother, she sympathized with her son. The two were not blood-related, but she had raised the boy since he was a toddler. Her loving bosom had comforted the child those many stormy nights & again when the boy's father disappeared. But since Bobby had dropped out of college & moved back in with her, the boy's behavior had reached a whole new level.

Vivian nudged Bobby's bedroom door. The sound of avalanching beer cans echoed from the other side. She shimmied the door the rest of the way open, pushing the stack of crinkled cans into the corner.

Bobby, her teenage stepson, lay asleep in his bed with his dark hair plastered to his forehead & mouth hung open lazily. She noticed the sweat coating his light skin. He was sleeping off another night of heavy drinking. Vivian gently tugged his shoulder.

"Come on, Bobby," she urged soothingly, "The sun will be down in a few hours & I need that grass cut."

Bobby rolled over & groaned, "Five more minutes."

The mother rubbed his back, "Alright. But I want to hear that mower running in twenty."

Vivian collected a few scattered beer cans & exited the room.

"And I really wish that you wouldn't drink in the house," she spoke as she closed the door, "You're still only nineteen."

She shook her head as she walked down the hall. The woman didn't know what she should do about her stepson. She had married Bryan, Bobby's father, when she was in her early twenties. Even though she had been young & inexperienced as a parent, she had done her best to be a good mother figure for the young Bobby. But now that he had reached manhood & his father wasn't around for support, she felt lost more than ever.

"Oh, Bryan, if only you were here," she often spoke to her missing husband.

She held herself & stared into the hallway mirror. Her fingers combed through her long brunette hair. She frowned at the mole that dotted her cheek. It was a smudge on her otherwise perfectly smooth caramel skin. She felt down the curve of her body to her wide hips. She smiled softly. Bryan always used to squeeze her hips. Though Bryan & Vivian had never had children together, the couple shared themselves often in the ten years they were married. Oh, how she missed it.

The young mother had a lot on her mind. From her adult son living at home to the loneliness that burdened her heart, she was emotionally stressed. She tried to distract herself by watching TV. But nowadays, all the TV ever broadcasted was news about the supposed "Shrinking Virus" spreading around. People everywhere were shrinking in size, some down to just a few inches. The broadcastings stressed the importance of staying home & avoiding others who may be carrying the virus. The isolation only contributed to her loneliness.

An egg cracked on the sizzling frying pan. She pushed the contents around with a spatula. Cooking always calmed her mind. Perhaps the smell of warm peppered omelet would revive her boy from his stoop. She set the boy's afternoon breakfast on the table.

"Hurry up!" Vivian yelled upstairs, "Your food is going to get cold!"

She rhythmically tapped her slippered foot on the linoleum floor. She wondered why she wasn't hearing any movement from Bobby's room. Usually, the promise of warm food at least got him out of bed. She huffed & stomped her feet up the stairs. Her steps were loud enough that she was sure Bobby could hear them from his room. It was a final warning for the boy to get his lazy butt up & moving. She kicked open the door & entered his room. She froze & looked around with a confused expression. Bobby was gone.

Bobby awoke to the sound of booming footsteps. He groaned & reached for his pillow. Why couldn't that woman just leave him alone & let him sleep? He huffed with annoyance & grabbed for his pillow, but his hand couldn't find it. It had probably rolled off the bed again. But when he blindly reached for the edge of the bed, his hands only met more blanket. His ruffled sheets seemed to stretch forever.

His confusion only deepened when he opened his eyes & scanned his surroundings. He was shrouded in darkness. Light peeked through the threads of his blanket, but something was off about the fabric. He could feel each individual thread with his fingers. Also, the size of the blanket seemed to have grown while he was sleeping. Though he pulled & wrestled with the fabric, he couldn't free himself from the darkness. In the far distance, he saw a light.

Finally, he managed to crawl out from under the world-consuming blanket. His eyes blinked as they adjusted to the light. They blinked again in disbelief. Everything was massive. His bed seemed to stretch for miles. The ceiling seemed to blur with distance. And his junkyard of a bedroom was the size of a literal junkyard. His hands slapped his face in exasperation.

"Oh my God! I've shrunk!" He squealed & then held his throat.

His voice sounded so high-pitched. He had caught the Shrinking Virus.

Immediately, his mind flashed to the many rumors & terrible stories he had heard of the rare yet vastly spreading Shrinking Virus: the unlucky schoolgirl who was squashed to death by the unaware lunch lady, the jock turned pet by a possessive cheerleader, and everyone knew about the businessman who was tortured for weeks by his scorned ex-wife. The editorials circled Bobby's head like a bad omen.

"The college drop-out smothered to death by his own bedsheets," Bobby's inner defeatist bitterly remarked.

His self-wallowing was interrupted by those booming footsteps getting louder & louder, then the creaking of his oversized bedroom door. A thundering female giant lumbered into the room. It took him a second to recognize the looming giantess as his own stepmother. But his eyes darted to the infamous royal blue yoga pants she always wore around the house. Even though Vivian was his stepmom, she was still a beautiful Latina woman in the prime of her life. He occasionally caught himself glimpsing at her womanly curves.

He slapped himself. He didn't have time to think about how annoyingly hot his stepmom was. He needed to get his mom's attention. He hesitantly stood to his feet, only now realizing his boxers had not shrunk with him. He shrugged off the embarrassment of his nudity. Right now, getting his mother's attention was the top priority. He desperately bounced near the edge of the bed, waving his arms & hollering. The giant woman tilted her head in his direction. She had heard a faint noise. The boy's frantically rapid arm movements became slow & meek as his giant stepmom loomed closer. Only now did he realize how truly enormous she was to his newly shrunken form. He could only stand, frozen by fear, as her thick body, now blown up to goddess-sized proportions, loomed ever closer.

To Bobby, Vivian had always been a nurturing presence with a fiery attitude when things didn't go her way. She often joked her Latina blood gave her such a red-hot temperament. But now that she loomed overhead like a terrifying yet beautifully curved monster, he couldn't help but tremble in her presence. His eyes went up her thick thighs, which stretched against the stretchy blue fabric, to the shadow of her cameltoe. He desperately tried to look away, but it was like staring at a horrific automobile accident. He couldn't avert his eyes.

"That's strange," Vivian's voice rolled like thunder, awakening the miniaturized boy from the staredown with her crotch, "He was here just a moment ago."

Then her hips turned. Bobby was amazed that such a mass could move so quickly. She turned, peering around his bed & room in confusion. Her giant thighs jiggled with each movement. She turned around completely, and Bobby faced the bane of his existence; his stepmom's perfectly plump ass held snugly in those royal blue yoga pants. This image had been the source of so much sexual confusion growing up, and now it was an all-consuming monument. The boy did not even have the opportunity to look away this time. As the image of his stepmom's rear burned into his consciousness, he realized her hot-air balloon-sized ass was growing. No, it was getting closer. She was sitting down! Her gigantic cheeks fell out of the sky as if to land on him with a planetary collision. The poor boy could only watch in stupefied horror as his stepmom's fat Latina ass swallowed the world around him.

He squeaked, "Mom-"  before tons of jiggly flesh cut off her voice.

All Bobby could see was darkness. He felt like he had died, squashed & asphyxiated under his giant stepmother's rear end. His puny body was compressed & stretched against his mattress. The gigantic booty felt oppressively snug but also spongey & soft against his bare skin. The feeling of warm cotton nylon fabric squeezing against the front of his naked body was enough stimulation to activate a few endorphins. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing the boy could do about it. Vivian's juicy rear had his limbs pinned down. Even his embarrassing half-erection was hopelessly pinned downward at an awkward angle. He desperately gasped for air. Vivian's massive cheeks were so oppressive against his chest that he couldn't breathe properly. He writhed every which way, but it was no use. He was trapped.

He groaned & pleaded with the goddess-like butt for his release. The rumbling growl of his stepmom's intestinal movements sounded from above, seemingly answering his prayer. Then, the violent trumpet of his behemoth stepmother's escaped flatulence vibrated his bones. His oxygen-deprived lungs ballooned with warm air. Despite the foul aroma, the combination of warm vibrations & dizzying asphyxiation only urged his stimulated member against the constricting fabric of her yoga pants.

"God, what is wrong with me?" Bobby questioned, as the embarrassment of getting turned on by his giant stepmom's repugnant gas flushed his skin.

So Bobby did the only thing he could do. His mouth opened wide, taking in as much jiggly butt flesh as possible. Then his sharp little teeth bit down hard. Vivian screeched & jumped to her feet.

"Owie," she whined & rubbed her backside, "What was that?"

Bobby inhaled the clean air with relief. He struggled sitting up, stuck in the soft crater created by Vivian's posterior. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up. Vivian stared down at him wide-eyed. Her soft brown irises locked onto him. Her mouth hung wide.

Bobby's hands subconsciously reached down to cover his recovering blue balls. For a moment, the two just stared in shocked silence. Then Vivian's eyes rolled back. Her eyelids fluttered shut. She fainted & her giant body fell backward & landed with a crash. At least Bobby's overfilled laundry basket cushioned her fall.

He crawled to the edge of the bed. His stepmother's giant collapsed body spanned across the floor.

"Well shit," he remarked melodramatically, "That could've gone worse."

Climbing down from his bed was no easy feat. But after about twenty minutes, Bobby managed to shimmy down the ridges in his bedpost. The boy sighed with relief as his bare feet met the hardwood floor. He turned towards his stepmother, and then he stumbled back in surprise. He was face to sole with the grimy underside of Vivian's bare feet, quite literally now. At his current height, he barely reached her towering toes. He took a deep breath & sidestepped around her impressive peds. Though the woman's feet were pampered & well-manicured, at that moment, the boy could only envision her meaty soles smothering the life out of him. Or maybe the slightly wrinkled ball of her foot would simply splatter him.

Either way, he preferred her wide hips over her admittedly adorable toes. And wow, her hips were wide now. His stepmom's giant legs stretched before him like a mountainscape. For a moment, his hand reached for the giantess' leg, tempted to touch the royal blue fabric of her yoga pants. But he paused. What was he doing? Giant or not, this was still his stepmother. Not to mention, the last time he got too close to those thick thighs, they smothered him within an inch of his life.

Bobby peered up at the unconscious giantess' chest. Her plump breasts rose & fell. At least she was still breathing after her hard fall. Perhaps he could wake her. Even though her giant body was hazardous to his little self, Vivan was his only hope for survival.

The journey from the sleeping giantess' calves to her head took several minutes. He passed her shoulders & stared up at her face swaddled in brown curly hair. She was a slumbering giant with all the beauty of a goddess. He clambered over the curls of her hair. The dark locks tickled his bare skin. He poked the side of her face. Her soft skin warmed his hands. His fingers felt the adorable little mole that dotted her cheek. The blemish seemed so big now, almost the size of his palm. His hands pressed into her cheek more urgently, but the slumber giantess didn't even stir. Bobby needed a different approach.

He crawled through strands of hair until he reached her ear. His hands gripped her ear lobe, and he stared into the dark tunnel of his stepmom's giant ear canal.

He cleared his throat & shouted, "Mom!"

His squeaky voice echoed around the curve of her ear. And nothing; he couldn't awaken the sleeping giant that was his stepmom.

Using her jawline as a handrail, he climbed up her neck & sat atop her collarbone. He kicked, and his bare feet pattered against her chin.

"Come on," he groaned, "Wake up."

He sighed & lay back in defeat. The back of his head landed on something soft & squishy. The warm squishiness cradled his head, tickling his ears. His face flushed from the realization that he lay against the woman's giant breasts. Her ample cleavage held his little head snugly.

He pulled his head out from between her breasts. It was too much. He was supposed to be waking his stepmom & getting her help, not motorboating her tits. Still, he had tried everything & she still had not budged. A little exploring couldn't hurt. At least, that's what the boy told himself as he stared at his stepmom's mountainous breasts. They were humongous, nearly busting out of her black tank top. Each individual tit was ten times his body mass. It was like looking up at twin peaks. He wanted to climb them.

Bobby's contemplation over his stepmother's bust was interrupted by rumbling movement. She was awake! Not only that, but she was sitting up. Suddenly, the fleshy ground he sat upon flipped up, and he was thrown forward into her open cleavage. He landed headfirst in the massive mammaries with a slight wobble. Warm & jiggly breasts consumed his naked body on all sides. Only his legs were free, which uselessly windmilled in the open air. He felt dizzy, upside-down & smothered by Vivian's megaton bosom. It felt like her warm wobbling tits would squeeze the life out of him.

Just when it felt like he might slip into unconsciousness, a pair of giant fingers wrapped around his leg & pulled him free from his titty prison. He hung in the air for a moment, catching his breath. He gasped at the realization that his stepmother's monolithic face stretched before him, her wide eyes bore into his nakedly dangling body. He wondered if she was angry with him, like a sleepy giantess grumpy after being awoken from her nap, not to mention the precarious location she had plucked him from. But when his eyes met hers, he only saw motherly concern in her brown irises.

"Gosh, Bobby," Vivian's voice cracked with raw sympathy, "You really did shrink."

Vivian blinked back into consciousness. What was happening? Why was she on the floor? The last thing she remembered was fixing Bobby's afternoon breakfast. But what happened after that?

"Gasp! Bobby was tiny!" Vivian's remembrance screamed.

Where was he now? He couldn't have gotten far with how tiny he was. She cautiously sat up & scanned the floor, careful not to accidentally squish her shrunken stepson.

Suddenly, she felt something small & warm wriggling around in her bra. It tickled her skin. She peered down at her cleavage. A pair of tiny flailing legs poked out from between the woman's twin mounds. For a moment, she hesitated on what to do, frozen from shock. The legs struggled & kicked more frantically. She didn't want Bobby to suffocate, smothered between her tits. Her thumb & forefinger shakily snatched his little foot, and she pulled the boy up the slope of her bosom.

Her breath quickened as she realized Bobby was naked. Obviously, his clothes hadn't shrunk with him. His nude little body dangled upside down in front of her face. From his toned back to his muscular little butt, everything was miniature. His lightly tanned white skin blushed bright red, no doubt from the physical exertion of scaling her body & becoming sandwiched between her breasts. Vivian herself blushed when she noticed his mini fear-erection. She didn't blame him. She knew how teenage boys could react when their adrenaline was high. All that pumping blood had to go somewhere, and her doughy boobs smothering the air out of him probably contributed as well. It was a little cute & strangely flattering. He was just so small, almost the size of her finger. She didn't even realize she was staring until her eyes met his. His miniature facial features scrunched with nervous fear. It broke her heart.

"Gosh, Bobby," Vivian's voice caught in her throat, "You really did shrink."

She delicately lowered the lad into the palm of her hand. Bobby stumbled in Vivian's cupped palm, struggling to catch his barrings after being thrown around so much. He curled up into a little ball, defensively covering his genitals from his stepmother's view. His little butt trembled against her skin.

"How could this happen?" Vivian questioned sorrowfully.

She knew about the Shrinking Virus. She had seen the many news broadcastings. But it had always seemed like a distant nightmare, like hearing about genocide in a far-off war-torn country. But here it was in the palm of her hand. The sickness had taken hold of Bobby, her precious son, the one who gave her comfort & reminded her so much of Bryan. Even now, as Bobby's uncovered dainty body sat in her palm, she couldn't help but notice how many bodily features the boy shared with his father. And he looked so scared, curled up in the fetal position & trembling against her skin. Vivian's maternal instinct kicked in. It didn't matter how small Bobby was now. He was still her darling boy. And he needed her now more than ever. Her manicured finger reached for her tiny son, longing to caress & ease his sorrow. But her digit paused & then withdrew. Despite Bobby's muscular physique, he looked so petite & fragile on her giant palm. She was scared to touch his dainty form.

"Are you okay, baby?" Vivian asked in a sweetly sympathetic tone, "You're not hurt, are you?"

She brought her palm closer to her face & examined the boy for any cuts or bruises. The small boy seemed a little shaken up, but luckily no worse for wear.

"Mom," Bobby whined, "I'm so tiny now. What are we going to do?"

Vivian couldn't believe how faint & high-pitched the boy's voice sounded, like a squeaky mouse. His adorable baby face peered up pleadingly. His hazel irises sparkled with forming tears. It was cute but also broke her heart.

"Oh, baby," Vivian hummed soothingly, "Mommy is here. And she won't let anything happen to you."

Her palm lowered to her chest. She warmly cuddled the boy's tiny body against her bosom. Bobby instinctively flailed in panic. He had just escaped those monstrously massive breasts. He wasn't eager for another session of suffocation. But as his bare skin met the soft fabric covering her spongy breasts, his breath slowed & his muscles relaxed. His stepmother's carefully caressing hands held him snugly, but her giant body didn't squeeze or smother him like before. He looked up at her softly smiling face. At that moment, he felt like he was her baby boy again. He blushed & hid his face against her soft bosom, embracing her warm comfort.

Vivian's heart melted. The way his tiny body warmly rested against her felt so natural. Her finger ran through his dark hair. It felt so light & fuzzy. And his body felt so petite & fragile. But running her finger along the small of his back felt so comforting. Bobby was her's, her tiny boy.

Bobby braced himself as everything around him swayed & shook with movement. It was too dark to see, but he could feel his stepmother's belongings tumbling all around him. A case of lipstick rolled by. A bottle of lotion knocked him off his feet. At least Vivian's leather wallet cushioned his fall.

He hated getting carried in his stepmom's purse. It was dark & cramped, and he kept getting jostled around. But his mother had insisted that this would be the safest spot for him on the trip to the Emergency Room.

Something square-shaped & almost his height landed on him. At least it was soft & felt like slick plastic. He resigned himself to the rocking motion of the giant purse as the object lay on top of him. It was like a plastic pillow fending off the more brutally tumbling items.

There was the bloop of a phone notification. Vivian's TV-sized phone screen turned on & illuminated the inside of the purse. He realized what the unknown soft object was. It was one of his stepmom's cotton menstrual pads! He hurled it away & cringed inwardly. At least it was still clean & wrapped in that plastic wrapper. But he didn't know how much of this he could take.

Bobby lay atop his stepmom's giant wallet as the purse rocked. The leather wallet had been a birthday gift for Vivian from Bobby's father. Now, it seemed as wide as his arm span, and his tiny hands clung to it.

"Can't she walk slower?" He grumbled to himself.

But he knew she couldn't. She was just so damn big now, or more precisely, he was small. He was a pocket-sized boy bumping around in his mother's handbag, fighting off her purse's contents.

Suddenly, the giant zipper above unzipped. Blinding light illuminated Bobby's in-purse dwelling through the opening. Vivian's colossal face blocked out the light. Her brown eyes met his hazel. Her soft lips smiled comfortingly.

"We just have to wait a little longer, baby," Vivian whispered, "Are you still doing okay?"

They appeared to be in a waiting room. Vivian glanced around anxiously. But when she looked back into the purse, her facial features softened with maternal reassurance.

"I'm fine!" The squeak of Bobby's voice barely reached her ears.

Bobby hung his head. He looked down at his tiny body. The boy had spent so many hours buffing up at the gym. Now, he was the size of a mouse & none of his hard work mattered. At least Vivian had given him a small handkerchief to cover up his nudity. The silk fabric wrapped around him like a little toga.

"Bobby Garcia!" The receptionist at the front desk called out.

Vivian flinched. The nerves were getting to her. Gathering her purse & tiny stepson, she followed the nurse. Bobby braced himself for the steady rocking of the purse. The nurse led them down the hallway & into an exam room.

"Dr. Sasaki will see you momentarily," the nurse's voice chimed as she softly shut the door behind them.

Vivian set her purse on the exam table. She delicately lowered her open palm into the purse. The tiny boy inside touched her fingers, a faint little touch. But he hesitated to climb into her palm. He looked up & made quaky eye contact from within the purse. Vivian's large brown eyes smiled down reassuringly.

"It's okay, honey," the mother comforted, "I'll be careful."

Bobby's tiny bare feet stepped into her palm. It tickled her skin. Her hand gingerly raised out of the purse & set him on the exam chair. Her delicate forefinger pet his hair soothingly.

Bobby sat down on the paper covering the exam table & peered around nervously. He still wasn't used to how big everything was, and each new room seemed like a world of its own.

"I'm nervous, Mom," Bobby peeped, "What if they can't fix me? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"

"Shhh," Vivian soothed.

Her fingertip pressed to the boy's mouth, inadvertently covering most of his face. She smiled & gently squished his little cheeks. But before she could whisper any sweet words of comfort, there was a knock at the door. A short woman dressed in a lab coat walked in.

Her nametag red, "Dr. Sasaki."

 Bobby sat atop the paper covering the exam table. He watched with anxious anticipation as the giant doctor entered the exam room. She wore a white lab coat, a modest gray top, and a black pair of pants. The woman wasn't as tall as his stepmom, but for a pocket-sized boy, the difference was negligible. She stepped into the room & shook Vivian's hand.

"You must be Mrs. Garcia," her tone was professional, "My name is Dr. Sasaki."

She turned to face the tiny lad on the exam table. Her face was well-rounded with soft dimples. She brushed her jet-black bangs to one side. Her peach blossom eyes sparkled in his.

"And you must be Bobby," her pitch heightened as though she were speaking to a toddler, "My new little patient!"

She extended a delicate finger of greetings. It grazed along the boy's shoulder, a gesture of comfort.

"You need to help him, doctor," Vivian chimed in a concerned voice, "I just found him like this. He's tiny!"

"Of course, Mrs. Garcia," Dr. Sasaki assured, "We will do everything we can to help your son. First, I will need to conduct a physical exam & ask a few questions. We need to ensure he doesn't have any additional side effects & check for any injuries he may have sustained after his shrinking."

There was the squeak of latex gloves stretching over her hands. Dr. Sasaki sat & leaned closer to the exam table, getting down to Bobby's level. Her thumb & forefinger, gloved in blue latex, reached toward the tiny patient. The two giant yet delicate digits pinched the hem of his small handkerchief toga.

"I need you to remove this for the exam," she sweetly demanded.

Bobby hugged the cloth to his body. Being the size of a hamster was humiliating enough, even more so when he was naked. He looked up at his stepmother with a pleadingly questioning expression. Vivian nodded reassuringly.

"Do what the good doctor asks," she chided softly, "She only wants to help you get better."

Bobby sighed & set his eyes on the paper covering the exam table. He robotically unwrapped the little handkerchief. It bunched around his feet. The doctor's hand snatched the tissue & set it aside.

"Good," Dr. Sasaki's voice lowered with tenderness, "Now I'm going to get a little close, but I need to make out all your little details. Just hold still for me."

Her face peered in closer. Her muted features were soft & innocent-looking, but for Bobby, she was still an intimidatingly looming giantess. Her faint breath washed over his skin. Her dark-brown irises scanned his tiny body from head to toe. Bobby unconsciously moved his hands to cover his crotch. The edge of the doctor's thin lips curled up & faintly smiled.

"Raise your arms for me," Dr. Sasaki softly instructed.

Bobby begrudgingly raised his arms into a T-pose. Giant blue fingers ran along his biceps. The thin latex tickled his skin. The doctor's large pupils dilated. They looked him up & down until landing on his hazel eyes.

"You have a very healthy body," Dr. Sasaki clicked her pen & wrote a few notes, "When did you shrink?"

"It happened this afternoon, probably around three o'clock," Vivian chimed in, "Can you cure him, doctor? Can you return his size?"

A grim expression crossed Dr. Sasaki's face. She sat up away from the exam table. She breathed in & sighed heavily.

"As of right now, there is no known way to reverse the shrinking effect the virus has on certain victims," she spoke sympathetically, "There is still a lot we don't know about the Shrinking Virus. What causes the shrinking effect? Why do some people who come into contact with the virus shrink & some don't? So far, the research points to a common gene among those who shrink. But we still have a long way to go before reaching a cure. What we can do is give you the tools to care for Bobby. And help him manage the shrinking effect by adjusting to his new life."

Vivian stared in a state of shock. There was a lot to take in. Bobby was stuck tiny, all because of his genetic makeup. Was it hereditary, something he inherited from Bryan? Bryan went missing three years ago, right when the Shrinking Virus first spread. Was he also tiny? A single tear ran down her cheek, smearing her eyeliner. For so long, she had tried to remain strong for her stepson. But the knowledge of Bobby's condition & the possible whereabouts of her late husband was all too much. She swiped the little handkerchief from the table, using it to dab the tear from her cheek.

"I... I need a moment," Vivian stood up & walked across the room.

Dr. Sasaki gestured to the door in the corner, "The bathroom is right through that door. Please take all the time you need. I'll stay with Bobby & continue with the physical."

Bobby's little hands reached out for Vivian. He didn't want his stepmom to leave him alone with the giant doctor lady. And the mother still had his handkerchief clutched in her hands. But she was already gone. He timidly turned back to Dr. Sasaki. She looked down at him with a sympathetic & reassuring smile. But there was another emotion hidden behind her soft features. She looked at him with the same sparkling expression a small child might give a cute puppy. Bobby gulped.

 Dr. Sasaki's giant finger, gloved in blue latex, stroked down Bobby's bare back.

"I know this must be hard for you," she spoke soothingly, "But you're such a good boy, staying strong for your mama."

Bobby trembled at her touch.

"Vivian isn't my real mom," he murmured, "She's my stepmom."

"Well, either way, you are lucky to have such a tall & beautiful woman looking after you," Dr. Sasaki simpered, "Most Tinies who come through here don't have a safe place to stay with a good caregiver. But it's obvious your stepmother cares about you very much."

She grabbed the stethoscope from around her neck.

"Lean forward for me," the giant doctor sweetly commanded her little patient.

She pressed the diaphragm of the instrument against his tiny body. The circular piece covered his whole back. The cold metal against his skin made him shiver.

"Now, take a few deep breaths," she whispered.

Bobby inflated his lungs & puffed out his chest. Then he released the breath.

"Good," she hummed softly.

She removed the stethoscope & scribbled down a few notes.

"Your stepmom might feel a little sad & overwhelmed right now, but she is lucky to have you. I can tell that you are a good boy. And you are so cute!" Dr. Sasaki encouraged with a hint of giddy excitement, "I have a few Tinies of my own that I take care of, but none of them are as young & adorable as you."

Her fingers ran down the small of his back, and the latex digits squished against his plump little butt.

"Muscular & toned," her voice lowered to a murmuring monologue, "But you've retained your boyish features."

Her giant forefinger caressed his face, which flushed red with embarrassment. Dr. Sasaki was a beautiful Japanese woman, maybe a few years older than his stepmother. And her gigantic attention was enthralled by his minute form. She held his arms & shoulders in different positions, testing his joints. It was like playing with a little doll.

"And you're so tiny," she droned on, "So tiny that I can hardly feel you through these gloves. Do you mind if I remove them?"

Bobby looked up at her with an innocently nervous expression. He nodded timidly.

"Just relax," Dr. Sasaki soothed as she freed her hands from the blue latex gloves, "I'll be gentle."

The next instance, her unsheathed hands surrounded him. Her skin was slightly damp from condensed moisture. Her fingers rubbed all over his naked body, moving & turning him with ease. He felt the humid ridges in her fingertip stroking down his torso. The fingers softly squeezed his thighs. He squirmed at the giant doctor's stimulating touch. Her damp fingers made his skin tingle. His exposed mini penis lengthened & pointed up towards her mesmerized face. He squirmed & kicked his legs, trying to hide his genitals. The giantess's fingers tightened around his arms & legs, stretching his back & stopping him from wriggling around. Her peach blossom eyes transfixed on his pointed little nub. She licked her lips, which curled into a cheeky grin.

"Tsk, tsk," Dr. Sasaki reprimanded playfully, "You should be careful with that little thing. It could get you in trouble."

The pad of her thumb slid along his undercarriage & gently caressed the underside of his irritated genitals. His balls tickled along the oily ridges in her skin. He groaned & his back arched against her fingers. He meekly ejaculated, shooting his little load onto her thumb. He panted & hung his head, watching the mess drip down her giant finger.

"Don't look so ashamed," Dr. Sasaki hummed, "That's a perfectly healthy reaction for a boy your age, especially a little virgin boy."

She smiled knowingly. She loosened her grip on Bobby's pulsating body, allowing him to sit awkwardly on the exam table. She casually wiped the sticky little mess off her thumb & onto her lab coat.

"Now, I want you to be a good & compliant boy for your mama," Dr. Sasaki instructed cooly, "You need to understand how tiny you are now. It's a big & dangerous world for vulnerable tiny boys like yourself. And your mom, or 'stepmom,' is much bigger than you. You must obey her every word."

Her forefinger nudged the underside of Bobby's chin, forcing him to look up at her.

"I will be giving your stepmother instructions on how to care for you," she spoke matter-of-factly, "Also, I'm scheduling you for weekly appointments. I want to monitor your health as well as your behavior."

Bobby stared up at her with eyes widened with shock. Weekly appointments? His lower lip trembled. Dr. Sasaki smirked at his cute reaction. She winked in a playfully taunting manner.

"And if I hear that you've been a naughty little boy," she leaned closer. Her smirk widened, and her peach blossom eyes sparkled, "I may have to insist on keeping you here for more intensive care."

Bobby sat at home on the kitchen table. He picked at the giant omelet, which his stepmother had reheated for him. He was devastated. He couldn't believe he was stuck this size. And Dr. Sasaki's ominous warning echoed in his mind. That doctor couldn't really keep him at the hospital, could she? His stepmom wouldn't let that happen. He peered across the table to where Vivian sat. She was reading the pamphlet Dr. Sasaki had given on "How to Care for Your Tiny." Vivian had not spoken much since the trip to the hospital. She was probably struggling with this strange situation just as much as he was. 

He hugged the giant handkerchief to his body. He was at least glad to be clothed again, even if the fabric was a little damp from Vivian's tears.

"It says here we need to find a safe place to keep you, for when I go out & can't take you with me," Vivian absentmindedly spoke as she read the pamphlet.

She stood & searched through the kitchen cabinets.

"Aha!" Vivian exclaimed & pulled something off the shelf, "This should work."

A glass Mason jar thudded on the table next to Bobby.

"A glass jar," Bobby looked up with a reproachful expression, "Really, Mom?"

"Just temporarily until we can figure out something more permanent," Vivian reassured, "You need a safe space where you won't get into any more danger."

"But I'll suffocate in there," Bobby whined, "And it looks hard & uncomfortable."

His puny hand reached out & touched the glass. Vivian frowned & her expression grew more stern.

"Don't be silly! I'll leave the lid off so you will get plenty of air. And there's a whole section here on how to make a tiny bed from common household items," she held up the pamphlet.

Bobby crossed his arms & pouted up at her. Vivian glared down at her bratty boy. But then her brown eyes softened with motherly understanding.

"Look. I know this must be difficult for you, Bobby," she spoke softly, "This is going to be a big adjustment. I'm not asking you to like it. But I am asking you to cooperate with me."

Bobby uncrossed his arms & begrudgingly nodded his head. Vivian was only trying to take care of him.

"Okay, Mom," his broken little voice pulled at her heartstrings.

But she needed to remain levelheaded & stern if they were going to get through this. She looked outside through the window. The sun had already gone down.

"Now, what do you say we watch some TV together?" Vivian's tone raised, attempting to shake the gloomy mood, "We've had a long & eventful day. Some rest & relaxation would do us both some good."

Bobby nodded in agreement. The boy was emotionally & physically exhausted from everything that had happened. He did not even care that they would probably end up watching one of Vivian's boring soap operas. He just wanted to rest.

Vivian's open palm lowered onto the table, allowing her tiny stepson to scamper aboard. She held him close to her chest & carefully walked to the living room. Bobby tried not to stare at his stepmother's gigantic breasts, but they took up his entire field of view. The twin mounds swayed gently, held in her black tank top. The soft surface slightly jiggled against him.

Vivian lay back into her easy chair & lowered Bobby into her lap. The tiny boy settled against her squishy thighs, which stretched snugly against those infamous royal blue yoga pants. He blushed & shuddered at the memory of past smotherings.

Bobby stared up at the TV screen. He tried to ignore the feeling of his giant stepmom's soft lap cradling his body. Her pillowy crotch cushioned his head & back. The heat emanating from her body was too much to ignore. He felt the familiar tingle of blood rushing to his manhood. He bunched the silk fabric of his handkerchief outfit into his lap, attempting to hide his bulge. His embarrassing mini-erection was exposed too many times today. He wanted to avoid any further humiliation. Vivian's giant forefinger ran through his dark & ruffled hair.

"Your body feels so tense, baby," she hushed, "Just relax & get some rest. Nothing will harm you while I'm here."

Bobby laid back & tried to ignore the tension in his groin. Vivian's thighs were so soft & doughy. His muscles loosened, and his eyes closed. The heat from Vivian's lap was so soothing. The slight rise & fall of her breathing lulled him to sleep.

Bobby blinked awake. He yawned & stretched his arms. The boy expected to see his bed & room. His morning brain was foggy & he had forgotten yesterday's events. But his strange surroundings clued him in & the memories flooded back in.

He was tiny. And from the curved glass walls surrounding him, he guessed he was in a jar. Vivian had gone through with her plan of stashing him in a jar like he was a pickle. Bobby groaned & rolled over. The vast expanse of Vivian's dresser spanned beyond the glass.

He hated being in the jar. It made him feel like a bug or some bizarre science experiment. At least, Vivian's soft handkerchief wrapped his body in softness. His bare skin felt the silk fabric. And what was he laying on? It felt spongey against his hands. It was a literal sponge that Vivian had borrowed from the kitchen. She had draped a small piece of fabric over the sponge like a bedsheet.

"Stupid pamphlet," Bobby cursed to himself.

Inside the jar were two bottle caps: one filled with water & one empty. Did Vivian expect him to use a bottle cap as a toilet?

Bobby threw the handkerchief off his body. He kicked his legs & sat on the edge of the sponge bed. He couldn't live like this, as a subjugated little pet camped in a jar on his stepmother's dresser. It was too humiliating.

He cupped his hands against the glass & peeked through. In the distance, Vivian slept on her bed. Her mountainous body lay tucked under a darkly patterned blanket, rising & falling from slumbered breathing. Bobby half-heartedly slammed his palm into the glass, a vain attempt at waking the sleeping giantess outside. He sighed & turned back to the bottle cap of water. The boy was thirsty. His hands cupped the water & he sipped from his palms. His pride wouldn't let him lap from a bowl like a dog.

The rustling of fabric caught his attention. Beyond the glass, Vivian's giant body rolled in her sleep. Bobby did a doubletake. The blanket tumbled down off Vivian's long legs, revealing her thick caramel thighs. Bobby leaned in closer. The woman's butt cheek barely peeked out from the shadow of the blanket. Was she not wearing any pants?

Bobby slapped himself. It didn't matter how plump & soft that ass looked. It belonged to his stepmom. He knew he shouldn't be looking. But then again, a little peek couldn't hurt. Who would know? It was Vivian's fault for leaving him on her bedroom dresser like this. At least, that's what he told himself.

Bobby bit his lip & peered in closer. Her tan thighs were so thick & plump. If only the sleeping giantess had rolled a little further. Then he could see if she was wearing panties or not. His hand instinctively reached for his member. He already had slight morning wood. After everything he had been through, he yearned for relief. He rhythmically jerked as he stared down the canyon of Vivian's thick thighs.

The slumbering giantess rolled again. This time, her lower half was unveiled. The twin mounds of her tanned cheeks showed in the morning sunlight. She was wearing panties. A thin white thong stretched up her crack, dividing her mountainous cheeks. The sight was enough visual stimulation for the tiny boy trapped in the jar. He squealed with pleasure & his ejaculate splattered across the glass floor.

The post-orgasm guilt hit him like a train. In the past, he had gotten the occasional intrusive thought about his stepmother's body. Once or twice, he had even touched himself at the thought of her. But he had never jerked off while staring up her legs & into the valley of her caramel ass. But his feelings of guilt were interrupted.

Vivian sat up & yawned. She sleepily turned to the jar on her dresser. Bobby's shame turned into alarm. He dove onto his sponge bed & hid under the silk handkerchief.

"Shit," his thoughts were panicked, "Did she catch me watching her?"

Vivian stood from her bed & wrapped her nightgown around her body. She approached the dresser & looked down into the Mason jar. Inside, her little boy lay coddled on the kitchen sponge. He looked so precious sleeping peacefully in there. She paused. Her eyes fixed on the little wet spot at the bottom of the jar. Her finger dabbed at the splattered little mess, and the liquid stuck to her digit.

"This kinda looks like," Vivian's cheeks faintly blushed.

She rolled her eyes & wiped her finger on her nightgown.

"Teenage boys will act like teenage boys," she told herself.

Maybe he needed some relief in the middle of the night. It wasn't the first time she had discovered one of his little messes. Before, when he was big enough to sleep in his bed, she had found a blanket covered in white stains. So gross! And now he was leaving messes on the floor of his jar. He could have at least used the bottle cap she had left for him.

Her finger gently poked his bundled little form.

"It's time to wake up, Bobby," Vivian spoke gently, but her voice carried slight annoyance, "There are some things we need to get done today."

She wrapped her fingers around his sleeping form & lifted him from the jar.

Vivian's gigantic fingers release Bobby onto the kitchen counter. The tiny stepson stumbled a little across the surface. He kept a hold of the silk handkerchief that wrapped him. There was the sound of clattering dishes as Vivian set several dirty plates & bowls around the tiny boy on the countertop.

"Now, Bobby," Vivian's tone was serious & instructive, "Dr. Sasaki stressed the importance of keeping you productive. So I'm going to give you daily tasks. It'll be good for you. Some people, who become tiny, turn fat & lazy. Luckily, most of the simple chores I can give you will double as a workout because of your size."

Vivian gave Bobby a soft smirk, but her eyes were still slightly sorrowful. She pitied how tiny he was. But Vivian knew this was a perfect idea, especially with how lazy & reclusive the boy had been the past few months. She set a few forks & spoons at his feet. The silverware was longer than he was tall. Vivian brushed aside a strand of her dark brown hair & cleared her throat.

"So," Vivian gestured to the dirty dishes stacked around Bobby, "Today, you will clean these dishes."

For a moment, Bobby just stared at the task before him. There were so many dishes, and each one was bigger than him. He shook his head & looked up at Vivian with a confused expression.

"Mom, this is way too much," Bobby groaned, "What am I even supposed to use to clean with?"

The boy looked down at his tiny arms. It would take him all day to clean a single plate, even if he had his sponge bed to help. Luckily, Vivian had already planned for this. She pushed an old toothbrush into his hands. The toothbrush's bristles were worn from previous cleanings. Then Vivian set down a small shot glass filled with soapy water. She couldn't stop her lips from forming into a smile. Her tiny stepson was very adorable, wrapped in a handkerchief with a bucket & mop customized to fit his size. He looked like her little manservant. From the expression on his pouting face, Bobby did not seem as amused.

"This will take me all day," he whined & dropped the toothbrush to his feet, "Why can't you just do it?"

Vivian crossed her arms & glared down at him with disappointment. The shadow of her body loomed over him. Her giant face glaring down with parental disappointment almost made Bobby tremble.

"Well, I need to mow the lawn today. A certain someone did not do it when I asked them to last week. And now they are too tiny to push the lawnmower," Vivian spoke with sarcasm & annoyance, "Now pick up that brush. I expect half of these scrubbed by the time I'm done mowing. And afterward, I'll help you rinse them off."

Bobby blushed with embarrassed guilt. He propped up the toothbrush & leaned against it. Vivian maintained her stern glare. But she couldn't keep a slight smirk from forming on her lips. In the past, getting Bobby to do anything productive was nearly impossible. He was too stubborn in his depression & laziness. Vivian would try comforting words or stern lectures, but most of the time, she would give up & walk away feeling hopeless & guilty. But now that her disgruntled stepson was tiny, he seemed to have more respect for her, like he was intimidated. Perhaps the boy's shrinking disease was a kind of a blessing in disguise.

"Now," Vivian said, "I need to get dressed. I'll be back to check on you shortly."

She loosened her nightgown & walked off to her room. Bobby begrudgingly started scrubbing a plate. The giant toothbrush was bulky & awkward in his hands, but he eventually found a good technic.

A few moments later, Vivian reentered the kitchen. She wore a baby blue sports top that revealed her fit but slightly chubby stomach. And a grey pair of short shorts hugged her thick thighs & jiggly ass. Bobby set his eyes on the soapy plate. He needed to stop staring at his stepmother like that. But ever since she became like a giant goddess to him, it became hard to ignore her curvy features. The woman sat in a kitchen chair & slipped on her old sneakers, tightening the laces. She walked over to the counter where Bobby worked.

"That's good, Bobby. Don't forget to scrub here really well," her manicured fingernail scrapped at some dried bits of food, which stuck to the plate.

Bobby huffed & dragged the toothbrush across the spot in circular motions.

"Good," Vivian encouraged, beaming proud of his effort, "Now, I'll be outside. I left the home phone on the counter. You can use it to call me if you need anything."

Vivian closed the door behind her. There was the sound of rustling in the shed, followed by the sound of a running motor. Bobby sighed & gazed out at the vast dirty dishes that stretched before him. Vivian couldn't expect him to clean them all, could she? He did not even have half a plate cleaned yet. Bobby decided he deserved a break. He laid the toothbrush down & sat on the plate's edge. He peered out the kitchen window.

Vivian paced back & forth across the yard, pushing the lawnmower. Even from this distance, Bobby could see how her caramel thighs jiggled with each step. Dark spots of sweat formed on the fabric of her baby blue sports top. It was scorching hot outside. But the sunlight streaming through the window felt heavenly for the tiny boy camped inside the airconditioned house. The warmth made him feel drowsy. Usually, he was not yet awake at this time of day. He dozily watched Vivian's tanned legs stride across the lawn. His eyelids grew heavy & he fell asleep.

Vivian wiped the sweat from her brow. She had been working hard in the scorching hot sun for several hours. But the lawn was finally good & cut. She could not wait to get inside & sit back with a cold drink. Plus, she was curious to see how much cleaning her little Bobby had gotten done. Washing the dishes couldn't have been too difficult, even for a thumb-sized boy. Plus, the hard work was good for him. Vivian hoped it would cure his laziness & depression.

She entered through the front door & felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner on her sweaty skin.

"I finished cutting the grass," she called out, "How are the dishes doing?"

Vivian froze as she entered the kitchen. She scoffed at what she found on the counter. Only one plate was half-scrubbed & the rest of the dishes were untouched & still dirty. Even the toothbrush, Bobby's scrub brush, lay dry on the countertop. And Bobby was nowhere to be seen.

"You lazy little brat," Vivian groaned with frustration, "Where are you? You better not be hiding from me."

Vivian angrily looked around the kitchen. She spotted Bobby in the kitchen window. He was snuggled in his handkerchief, lying on the windowsill like a cat. She would have found it adorable if she weren't so upset with him.

She snatched him off the ledge & squeezed him in her tight fist like he was her little stress ball. The tiny boy jolted awake & flailed around in a confused panic. His little legs kicked wildly, dangling out the bottom of her fist.

"What's going on?" Bobby squeaked, "What are you doing?"

Vivian glared down at him with silent disappointment. Her face blushed red from heat exhaustion & anger. She held the boy against a dirty plate, forcing him to look at the dried bits of food. His little face nearly rubbed into the mess like a dog forced by his owner to acknowledge an accident.

"Wait! I was going to do it!" Bobby's squeaky pitch heightened into a desperate plea, "I was just taking a little break."

Vivian gritted her teeth & looked at the dishes.

"You haven't done anything since I went outside!" she barked.

Bobby squealed from fright. His stepmom had been this angry with him before, but never when he was tiny enough to be squeezed in her angrily trembling fist.

"P-please, Mom," his little voice wavered, "I'll do it now. Just give me another chance."

Vivian's brown eyes softened at her tiny stepson's frightened pleas, but her demeanor remained stoic.

"You have had plenty of chances," her voice was calm & authoritative, "It's about time you faced some consequences."

Before Bobby could blink, Vivian released him from her fist. Her two fingers caught him by his arms & openly dangled him. The woman's dexterous digits pinched & plucked at his handkerchief clothing, freeing his tiny body from the garment. Once again, he found himself dangled naked in front of his stepmom's gigantic face.

"Mom!" Bobby peeped, "What are you doing?"

He turned & kicked his legs, attempting to cover his embarrassingly exposed package. Vivian smirked mischievously at his desperate squirming.

"Relax, baby. I've seen you naked already, many times. Remember all those years I spent changing you?" Vivian teased before her stern tone returned, "I'm going to need your full attention for what I have planned. And your little outfit will only get in the way."

"Full attention?" Bobby's mind repeated, "What was she talking about?"

He did not have time to ask before he was lowered & set on the living room coffee table. He was relieved to be on his own two feet again. His hands meekly covered his nakedness. And he peered up at Vivian with a nervously questioning expression.

The heated giantess sat back on the couch & pulled at the laces of her old sneakers.

"You just had to let the lawn get overgrown," Vivian grumbled under her breath, "Now my shoes are ruined."

Her shoes were dirty & covered with grass stains. Vivian removed them & revealed her white socks, which were no cleaner. Green stains & bits of clumped grass gathered around the sock's ankles. Dark brown dirt stained the bottom of her socks. She peeled the filthy socks off each foot. The sweaty fabric clung to her feet. There were wrinkles & imprinted lines on her shins & ankles from where the sock fabric had compressed her skin. She propped her foot up on her knee & rubbed at her bare sole.

"You know," Vivian murmured almost to herself, "Mommy's feet get so sore, especially when she has been on them all day. They could really use a good massage."

Bobby gulped. Vivian leaned back & propped her feet on the coffee table. The underside of her sweaty feet towered in front of the tiny naked boy. Immediately, a wave of heat emanated from her feet & washed over his body. The mixed scent of sweat, body odor, and freshly cut grass assaulted his sensitive little nose. He gagged & covered his face.

"Mom, you can't seriously expect me to massage your feet," he whined, "Look at how big they are compared to me."

Vivian rolled her eyes & wiggled her toes.

"I know it will be challenging & probably take a lot of work," she explained, "But this is your punishment for not doing your chores. And I expect you to try your best."

"But they stink!" Bobby squeaked in frustrated desperation.

Vivian's giant foot slammed hard on the table, which shook violently from the impact. Bobby felt light & tingly with fear. If he had been a little closer, then her giant stinking foot would have flattened him.

"All you had to do was one simple chore. But you couldn't even do that! All you ever do is laze about & leech off of me & your father's money!" Vivian bitterly remarked, "It is time you start pulling your own weight around here. Unless you want me to step on you instead?"

Her giant soles loomed in closer. And her sweaty toes wiggled above, threatening to trap the boy underneath. Bobby quivered from fear. She wouldn't actually do that, would she? But then again, he had never seen her this angry. He apprehensively stared up at her reddened face. He couldn't tell if she was red with anger or from overheating. But he didn't want to push his luck.

Bobby hesitantly approached the underside of Vivian's giant feet. The heat became stronger as he neared. And the smell was so thick that it dampened the back of his throat. Particles of grass clung to her oily skin. His hands shakily reached out & made contact with her wrinkled sole. The rough & damp skin gave slightly at his touch. Her feet flexed. And the giantess sighed with relief.

"That's the spot, baby," Vivian groaned with satisfaction, "But you need to push harder. Your hands are so tiny."

Bobby huffed with annoyance. He felt so humiliated. But he still rubbed harder, digging his fingers into her hot & moist skin.

Vivian felt goosebumps run up her body. Her stepson's delicate hands felt so good on the sore balls of her feet. And putting the little brat in his place felt supremely satisfying. But alas, his hands were so tiny & weak. She wanted to feel more. She needed to feel more.

Her feet slowly lowered. She gently smothered the boy under her soft & wrinkly soles. Bobby immediately began struggling & flailing about, trapped under her sweaty feet. The sound of his panicked little squeaks barely reached her ears. But she was lost in the illicit feeling of Bobby's tiny nude body squirming against her overworked soles. The feeling calmed her mind & cooled her overheated body. She rested her feet on Bobby's tiny struggling body & savored the moment.

Down below, Bobby felt like he was in a different dimension. His giant stepmother's damp & wrinkled feet surrounded his tiny body & filled his lungs with her bodily aroma. He shivered with disgust as her grimy soles covered every inch of his naked body & coated him with her sweat. The woman's big toe slid against his face & forced a stand of grass into his mouth. At that moment, Bobby truly regretted not mowing the lawn when he had the chance.

To make matters worse, the feeling of Vivian's warm & oily skin compressing against his naked body was awakening his libido by force. His struggles quickened with desperation. He tried to distract himself by thinking about how filthy & disgusting his stepmother's feet were, but the depravity of the situation only heightened his sexual excitement. His mini penis lengthened & nuzzled its way into one of the many damp wrinkles spanning Vivian's sole. Bobby gritted his teeth as his mind flooded with backward pleasure. His legs pushed as he desperately tried to escape the immense ped. Bobby needed to free himself before his stimulated dick unloaded on the underside of his giant stepmother's hot, stinking foot. His mouth latched onto the nearest wiggling toe & he bit down.

"Owie!" Vivian screeched as her feet released their prize, "Did you just bite me, you little..."

Vivian's brown eyes widened with fury & glared down at Bobby's tiny body, which lay weary from being smothered. Her eyes locked onto his miniature erection as it wobbled slightly. The woman's angry expression softened slightly & changed to confused curiosity. Bobby breathed heavily & caught his breath, staring up at his heated stepmother with an expression of nervous humiliation.

Vivian exhaled with relief as she lay back on the couch. Her tired feet propped up on the coffee table. And Bobby, her pocket-sized stepson, was trapped under her sweaty soles. His desperately flailing limbs struggled against the wrinkles of her sore arches. She cupped her feet around his miniature body, sandwiching his struggling form between her meaty soles. His naked little body struggled more desperately. His puny fists beat against her toes, and his little legs kicked. But he seemed to realize the futility of his efforts as he went still under her feet, apart from the slight trembling of his warm little body.

Perhaps she was being too rough on the boy. Her feet were so hot & sweaty from working out in the sun all day. She hadn't even bothered to clean the grass stains off her toes. And despite Bobby's toned muscles, his tiny body was so weak against the smothering weight of her giant feet.

But she needed to teach him a lesson. He needed to understand the consequences of his insubordination & lazy attitude. She would no longer turn a blind eye to his unruly behavior. Plus, the feeling of his tiny naked body working against her sore feet felt amazing. She had been so stressed lately. And her stress often caused muscular tension in her feet. But her miniature stepson was relieving some of that tension. A part of her wanted to make this a daily routine. She closed her eyes & smiled at the thought.

A sharp pain on her little toe awoke the woman from her bliss. She flinched & pulled her feet away, freeing Bobby from their smothering weight. Vivian's brown eyes widened & stared down with startled anger.

"You... You bit me! Why you little..." Vivian's infuriated remarks paused as she glared down at Bobby.

Her stepson's miniature body lay limp & exhausted on the coffee table. His skin shimmered from the sweaty foot residue coating his body. And his small chest rose & fell from rapid breathing. He looked so far away, despite the fact he was lying only a few feet away on the coffee table. He was just so tiny. From this distance, his body shape looked similar to Bryan's, Vivian's lost love. That's when she noticed the little nub sticking up from between Bobby's legs. His manhood was so tiny, no larger than a thumbtack. But despite his minute size, Vivian could see how hard the boy was. His mini penis was pointing straight up. Vivian's cheeks blushed & her lips parted open as her jaw dropped.

"Are you hard? Did you seriously get hard over Mommy's feet?" Vivian couldn't keep a straight face as she asked this question.

Bobby could only lay there in mortified horror & catch his breath. Vivian's gigantic feet, steamy with smell, loomed closer. Her toes wiggled overhead, teasing him with the knowledge of his inability to escape & mocking his aroused reaction.

"Were Mommy's feet too much for your little body to handle? You just couldn't resist & had to pop a tiny little boner?" Vivian questioned through suppressed giggles, "That's so cute."

Her toes lowered & surrounded her stepson's mortified & slightly trembling form. His little body squirmed against her toes. The warm & squishy mass didn't even feel like her stepson. It felt more like playing with a little toy, a little toy with a hardened prick. She squished her feet together & admired the tiny creature squirming in the foot sandwich. His little mini-erection wobbled about from his panicked movements. She flexed her toes & rubbed her feet, rolling his puny body between her soles. The act gave her such a power buzz that she felt lightheaded. She could feel the faint movement of the boy's puny manhood twitching against her big toe. A cheeky smirk crossed her face. She felt so euphoric that her eyes were lazy & half closed. She wiggled her toe slightly, savoring the feeling of the boy's little nub pulsating against her digit.

The movement was too much for Bobby to handle. His tiny senses were already overwhelmed by the feeling of his giant stepmother's sweaty feet sandwiching & smothering his naked body. But now her smelly big toe was making direct contact with his embarrassingly erect penis. The rough ridges of her toeprint massaged along his shaft & gently crushed his balls. He squealed a high-pitched sound that matched his puny form. His back arched & his body stretched against his giant stepmother's oppressive soles. His erect member pulsated rapidly before releasing the tension all over Vivian's wiggling big toe. The sticky evidence of his climax dampened the woman's hot toes.

Vivian gasped. Her brown eyes widened & sparkled with startled amusement.

"Sweety? Did you just cum... on Mommy's feet?" Vivian's shocked voice was maternal & sweet with a lusty undertone.

Her toes loosened their grip & her feet parted, releasing Bobby's tiny body onto the table with a light thump. He lay there in an exhausted heap. She reached down & her manicured finger touched the side of her foot, wiping up her stepson's little mess before it could drip.

"Oh, Bobby," Vivian purred as she devilishly smirked down at stepson's prone & passive body, "You are such a naughty boy."

Vivian breathed deeply. She felt the fog clear from her clouded mind. For a moment, the heat-exhausted woman had forgotten where she was or what she was doing. But when she looked down at the coffee table & spotted her tiny naked stepson, Bobby, spread eagle & lying exhaustedly on his back, her memory returned.

Vivian looked down at her hands. The sticky evidence of the tiny boy's climax still stuck to one of her fingers from when she had wiped it off her big toe. She played with the little mess between her fingers.

Yes. Vivian had punished her doll-sized boy with her sweaty & overworked feet. She felt a pang of guilt. Maybe she had been too rough on him. He was very tiny, after all. But then she thought back to the thrill of that moment. Despite all his squeaking protests & flailing about, her tiny stepson had become aroused by her smelly feet. The small boy had enjoyed his punishment a little too much. The wet evidence of his arousal still dripped down her big toe.

And Vivian had been holding in all of her stress as of late. Bobby had been the little stress relief she needed. He was like a tiny toy for her toes. Even now, as Vivian looked down at his spent little body, panting & covered in her filth, it was easy for her to view him as a little toy. He was just so doll-like in his size & appearance. And whenever she saw his tiny naked form, it always reminded her of Bryan, her lost love.

The nights that she shared with Bryan would forever remain in her memory. But as she thought back to the memory of Bobby's father, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. What would Bryan say about Vivian using his son as a footstool? Not to mention how she had teased the boy's little bits with her big toe. She was supposed to be his mother & caregiver, not toy with his little balls until they exploded.

Vivian looked down at her pocket-sized stepson lying on the coffee table. The boy's little chest rose up & down. His body was coated in her foot sweat, and small strands of clumped grass stuck to his skin. His cute & puny manhood still sparkled from sticky wetness. The pathetic sight pulled at her maternal heartstrings. She leaned in & her head hovered above, near his panting form. One of her manicured fingers caressed & petted his side, attempting to comfort him through his post-orgasm feelings.

Through blurry vision, Bobby looked up into the statuesque face of his gigantic stepmom. She was leaning very close, and her curly brown hair draped around him. Her tan skin still looked slightly damp from sweat, and her cheeks were rosy. At least the giant woman no longer had that fiery look in her eyes. Her gigantic visage looked down at him with motherly concern. But she had another emotion hidden behind her brown irises. It looked like she had mixed emotions & was debating something in her mind.

Bobby instinctively curled up his legs & covered his still slightly engorged penis. He felt how sticky he was down there. Only now did Bobby fully realize the extent of intimacy he had reached with his giant stepmother's smelly big toe. He sheepishly wiped at the mess & looked up at Vivian with an embarrassed & petrified expression. Vivian cooed at his innocent appearance.

"You don't need to look so concerned, baby," she soothed with motherly reassurance, "Mommy just got a little carried away, is all. I just get so frustrated sometimes; you know? You have so much potential, yet you always throw it all away."

"But, Mom," Bobby peeped, "I'm so small now. What kind of potential do I have? I'm like the size of your thumb!"

"Oh, baby, don't say such things about yourself," Vivian hushed as she continued to pet his naked & slightly shivering body, "It doesn't matter what size you are. You will always be my little boy, and I will always want the best for you."

Her manicured fingers reached down & wrapped around his waist, encasing his tiny form in balmy flesh. His body, which was still slimy from his time underfoot, trembled in her grasp. Her fingers tightened, forcing the boy to cease his trembling. Vivian felt a rush through her chest. It was so satisfying holding his warm little body like this. And he looked so cute, shivering in her almighty hand with only his head sticking out the top of her fist. She felt the urge to squeeze him until his tiny naked body squished between her fingers. He was just too cute! But her maternal instincts outweighed her cuteness aggression.

Bobby lightly quivered in the snug grip of Vivian's warm hand. He didn't know what to think. Bobby loved his stepmother more than anything in the world. But until now, their relationship had been strictly platonic, apart from the occasional glances he stole at her thick Latina ass. But now it seemed their relationship was heading into new territory. Although Bobby couldn't deny his attraction to Vivian, the fear of being so vulnerable & submissive to such a tall & beautiful woman made his heart flutter, even if that woman was his stepmother. Vivian's grip held his trembling body more snugly, and her delicate forefinger caressed his face.

"You know that Mommy would never hurt you, right?" Vivian soothed, "I love you, baby. I know the world must seem so big & scary, but that is one thing that will never change. I will love you forever & always, my tiny little boy."

Her log-like fingers tightened around his puny frame, and she brought him closer to her face. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Or more like she tried to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Bobby's head was so miniscule, poking out from the top of her fist, that her plush lips covered his entire little face, stealing his breath away. Vivian could feel his tiny heartbeat quicken within her closed fist. Bobby's small frame squirmed against her constricting fingers as Vivian's lips smothered his little face. He felt so light-headed. But her kiss finally released with a soft pop.

For a moment, the two just stared at one another. Vivian had the expression of a giddy schoolgirl who had just stolen her first kiss. And Bobby had the expression of a lost puppy. Fear & intimidation, yes, but also an undeniable expression of submission & admiration.

Vivian gave Bobby one last little squeeze before she stood up & carried her tiny stepson across the living room.

"Where are we going, Mom?" Bobby anxiously peeped.

"Well, sweetie," Vivian hummed as she walked with a pep in her step, "We have another appointment with Dr. Sasaki this afternoon. And I need to get you cleaned up before then."

Bobby recognized the bright lights & the clean white room. It was the same exam room he & Vivian had visited last week, the room where they had met that strange doctor, Dr. Sasaki. Bobby remembered how that woman had looked at him with those sparkling dark-brown eyes & her strange warning to stay subservient to his stepmother. He wondered if she would get handsy again while examining his privates. He curled up on the paper covering the exam table & tried not to think about it. Vivian had already removed his little handkerchief outfit in preparation for the doctor's arrival. Ever since his punishment & accidental sexual intimacy under Vivian's feet, it seemed like the tiny boy found himself left undressed more & more often.

The exam room door opened & awakened Bobby from his thoughts. The large shadow of Dr. Sasaki entered the room. Her long strides were elegant & confident. She wore the same white lab coat, grey shirt, and black pants. A stethoscope hung around her neck.

"It's great to see you again, Mrs. Garcia!" Dr. Sasaki greeted cheerfully as the two giantesses shook hands, "I hope your week went smoothly."

The tall doctor turned to face Bobby. Her peach blossom eyes sparkled with excitement. And soft dimples formed on her well-rounded face.

"And how is my little patient doing?" She questioned cheerily, "Hopefully, you didn’t miss me too much."

She winked playfully. The Japanese giantess crouched down to his level & gave him a friendly smile. Her jet-black hair draped around his naked & huddled form. A strand of her dark locks brushed across her bare skin, giving him goose pimples. Her delicate yet intimidatingly massive finger gave him a gentle head pat & ruffled his black hair. Bobby looked up & gave her a polite smile, but his anxiety was plastered on his little face. Dr. Sasaki sat back in her chair to address the mother & son duo.

"So. I’d like to ask you both a few questions to see how Bobby is adjusting to life as a Tiny and to note any additional symptoms," She informed, "Bobby. How are you adjusting to your everyday life as a Tiny?"

Bobby bit his lip. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question without dying from embarrassment. Truthfully, the past week had been humbling & filled with confusing & overwhelming sexual encounters with his giant stepmom. But he didn’t want to admit that, not in front of these two intimidating giantesses.

"G-good," The tiny boy meekly answered, "My mom is really good at keeping me safe & well-fed."

Dr. Sasaki's peach blossom eyes squinted & examined him suspiciously. She could tell he was hiding something.

"Anything negative to note?" She questioned & loomed closer tapping her lips with her pen.

"Well. Everything around me is so big & intimidating now," Bobby sheepishly answered, "And my mom makes me sleep in a glass jar."

Vivian scoffed in the background, "I do that for your own good, to keep you safe."

Dr. Sasaki sat up to face Vivian.

"Now, Mrs. Garcia, I’m asking Bobby the questions. This is to help us understand what’s going on in that little head of his," Dr. Sasaki gently booped the top of his head with the nub of her pen, "But she is right, Bobby. Tinies are too vulnerable to run around all on their own. It's for your safety."

Bobby hung his head & grumbled to himself.

Dr. Sasaki smirked & turned to face Vivian.

"Now, for the mother," She addressed in a lets-get-down-to-business tone, "How has Bobby's behavior been over the past week? Any changes?"

Vivian scratched her scalp & ran her fingernails through her brown hair.

"Well, as you can see Bobby has been giving me a headache about the jar. The first night I tucked him in there, he left a little wet mess for me to clean up. He didn’t even use the bottle cap I left for him," Vivian listed like she was thinking aloud, "Then, I tried to get him to help a little with some chores. But as soon as I turned around, he ran off to take a nap. And when I tried to punish him by making him rub my feet, he got a-"

Vivian paused as a flustered expression appeared on her face.

Dr. Sasaki tapped her pen thoughtfully.

"Let me remind you that doctor-patient confidentiality is something we take very seriously here," She ensured in a professional tone, "Everything you say stays between us."

Vivian nodded & let out a deep sigh.

"Well, Bobby was resisting rubbing my sore feet. So, to give him some encouragement, I started rubbing my toes on him, gently, of course!" Vivian confessed with some guilt, "And Bobby... well, he became aroused."

"I see," Dr. Sasaki spoke in a lower tone.

"That’s not all," Vivian admitted. Her voice wavered with innocent embarrassment, "Once he became excited, I didn't stop rubbing my toes on him. I don’t know what happened. I'm usually not like that. But I just got carried away."

Dr. Sasaki nodded in understanding. She nibbled the tip of her pen & crossed her legs. Her thighs slowly rubbed together. It was a slight movement. She distracted herself for a moment by jotting down some notes.

"You’ve never cared for a Tiny before, correct?" She questioned.

"No, not until Bobby," Vivian confirmed.

"Well, it is normal to feel a kind of power buzz when handling a Tiny, perhaps even some cuteness aggression. The raw dominant power you glean from punishing a Tiny can be overwhelming. But as long as you can keep it in check, it's nothing to worry about," Dr. Sasaki reassured, "As for Bobby, it sounds like he is acting rebelliously & attempting to resist your help. Leaving a mess in his jar. Not doing his chores. Distracting you from his punishment. These are acts of rebellion."

The two women turned to face the naked tiny boy who sat curled up on the exam table. Bobby blushed & cringed from embarrassment. He couldn't believe how casually the two giantesses were discussing his sexual outburst under Vivian's toes. He felt like a young child being scolded for bad behavior.

"No… that's not what I was… wait," Bobby stuttered, trying to defend himself.

The two giantesses turned back to face each other. They continued conversing, railroading over Bobby's fumbled protests like he wasn't even there.

"What should I do?" Vivian questioned in the tone of a concerned mother.

"There is a simple operation we can perform. It should lessen his defiant behavior. And you definitely won't be finding any more little messes," Dr. Sasaki encouraged, "But we may have to remove these."

Her manicured finger reached down & gingerly caressed Bobby's little nutsack.

Vivian swiftly slapped the doctor's hand away from her miniature boy. Her mama bear instinct kicked in with a fiery display. The sound from the slap seemed to echo through the tense silence.

"This is my son we are talking about, not some rabid dog!" Vivian screeched with outrage.

Dr. Sasaki stared in stunned silence. For a moment, her professional persona seemed to slip. She readjusted her lab coat & regained her composure.

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Garcia. That is simply one of the procedures we provide," She spoke sincerely, "There are many other options for you to choose from."

Vivian took a few deep breaths. The fire in her eyes slowly extinguished.

"I'm sorry, doctor," She gruffly apologized, "It has been a long week."

"There is no need to apologize," Dr. Sasaki encouraged, "These kinds of obstacles are to be expected when caring for a new Tiny. But it is your responsibility as the bigger person to take control of them."

"What are the other options?" Her no-nonsense question carried the weight of her defensive attitude.

Dr. Sasaki took a deep breath & cleared her throat like she was preparing to deliver some difficult news.

"I have seen this type of behavior before. It is very common in Tinies, especially the young males. Being surrounded by tall & beautiful women is just too much for their little libidos to handle," She coolly explained, "It is likely that Bobby's aggressive outbursts in behavior stem from a suppressed sexual attraction to you, as the two of you are not blood-related."

Vivian's brown eyes widened with shock & she glanced down at her tiny nude stepson.

Bobby winced & covered his embarrassed face. Being psychoanalyzed like this was too humiliating. His deepest & darkest desires were now just as exposed as his little body.

"I... I don't know what to say," Vivian bashfully admitted.

"The least invasive way to deal with Bobby's condition would be to take control of it, to use it to your advantage," Dr. Sasaki instructed candidly.

"What do you mean by that?" Vivian questioned skeptically.

"Take the latest example you gave me. Bobby seems to have a sexual fixation with your feet, more specifically your toes," Dr. Sasaki explained, "Maybe you encourage Bobby to listen with the promised reward of time at your feet. But if he misbehaves or doesn’t do his chores, then no toe time & he earns a punishment, one that he won't enjoy."

Vivian gasped with shock.

"Are you seriously suggesting I bribe my son to do his chores with sexual favors?" She questioned in disbelief.

"Stepson. And your tiny stepson at that," Dr. Sasaki corrected. She sighed & patted Vivian's shoulder, "Look. I know this is hard to accept. But your son is a Tiny now. Tinies are weak & directionless. Without proper guidance, they are lost. And boys, especially teenage boys Bobby's age, need their release. And you can't exactly expect him to go out & find a girlfriend when he's that size. He needs you."

Vivian shook her head, but she could feel her inhibitions waning. Her inner turmoil was written all over her face.

"I... I need some time to think this over," Vivian admitted softly.

Dr. Sasaki nodded. She scribbled in her notebook & tore out the page.

"This is my personal number. Call me anytime, day or night," She prompted supportively, "I'd be happy to listen & give you any advice."

Vivian nodded & smiled softly. The woman turned to face her stepson, who still sat huddled in a mortified little ball. She gracefully extended her hand & wrapped her manicured fingers around his little body. For a moment, she just held him in her palm, feeling his little muscles & admiring how petite they were in her almighty hand. Her soft maternal face had a distant look to it like she was deep in thought.

She slowly gathered her nude little boy into her purse & made for the exit.

Bobby slowly swam his hands & fingers through the warm water he bathed in. He gathered a handful of bubbles & scrubbed them into his dark hair. The tiny teenager dunked his head & splashed water into his face, cleaning his light skin. He looked around at the wide porcelain tub that he sat in.

Vivian had washed him in the bathroom sink many times in the few weeks since he shrunk. At first, the miniature lad resisted, saying, "It was humiliating." But like with many of the things his giant stepmother had suggested, he eventually resigned himself & accepted her caring treatment.

But today was different. Usually when he bathed in the sink, Vivian was right there the whole time. The giant loving mother would ensure her tiny son was comfortable. And her gentle touch would help wash his back. But this time she had simply set his bath, said she would be in the other room, and left him alone. She had become increasingly distant since their last visit to the doctor.

Bobby blamed himself. He had lost control & revealed his secret sexual desire to be with his gigantic stepmom. And then that doctor spelled it all out for Vivian, ensuring there would be no ambiguity when it came to the boy's impulses & needs. Maybe if he had just kept his little penis under control, then Vivian wouldn't stare at him with that distant look in her brown eyes. She would often stare at his miniature body with what seemed like a well of mixed emotions brewing around inside, but when their eyes met, she would look away & give him the cold shoulder. It was almost like she was hiding her feelings.

Suddenly, Vivian's gigantic form entered the bathroom. Her bountiful bust held snugly inside a white crop top.

Bobby lowered his eyes to the sudsy water. Every time he looked up at his towering stepmother & admired her womanly curves, he felt a sense of shame & guilt.

"Are you still doing okay in here, baby?" Vivian asked in a soft tone, almost a whisper.

Bobby nodded & looked up, making quaky eye contact. He resisted the urge to glance down at the woman's breasts, which stretched against the confines of her crop top. But it was difficult when she was so monolithic & he was looking up at her from a low angle.

"I'm fine, Mom," Bobby sheepishly answered.

Vivian nodded.

"That's good," she spoke shortly, "I was only checking on you."

She slowly turned & started to exit.

"Wait!" Bobby chirped. "Please don’t go."

Vivian turned back to the sink with a questioning expression. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Bobby looked down with awkward embarrassment.

"Can you… umm… wash my back?" He timidly requested, but it was clear by his tone that he didn't want her to leave for another reason: loneliness. "It's hard for me to reach."

"Oh course, sweetie," Vivian answered in her mothering tone.

She lowered closer to the sink. Her curly brown hair hung down & nearly dipped into the sudsy water. She extended a manicured finger & massaged it along Bobby's bare back. He felt a shiver run up his spine at the gentle touch. The giant woman sighed.

"I know that I haven't been acting like my normal self lately," Vivian explained smoothly. "It's just that I keep thinking about what Dr. Sasaki said."

Bobby froze & a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He wasn't sure what Vivian was referring to. Dr. Sasaki had said many things after all.

"That thing she said about the Shrinking Virus only affecting people with certain genes; that it might be hereditary," Vivian continued. "I just keep wondering if that's what happened to your father."

Vivian sighed & continued to scrub Bobby's shoulders, but it felt more like a gesture of comfort now.

"I know that things haven't been the same since your father has gone," Vivian's voice cracked with raw emotion. "I feel like a piece of myself is missing. I know that you feel that emptiness too. And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop worrying about Bryan. What if he's out there all tiny & alone, or what if something terrible happened to him?"

Suddenly, her supple fingers wrapped around Bobby's bath-soaked body & lifted him from the water. Her damp digits held him snugly against her warm palm. Her soft flesh swaddled every inch of his naked body.

"I won't let anything like that happen to you. I won't," Vivian soothed protectively. "Always remember that I love you & that I will keep you safe. It doesn't matter how tiny you are. You are my precious teensy-weensy son."

Bobby squirmed slightly in her overprotective grasp. Her warm & meaty hands hugging him so affectionately combined with her passionate love proclamation was almost too much to handle. It felt like his little body might explode from all the warm feelings that were bubbling up inside.

Vivian brought the closed hand containing her tiny naked stepson closer to her face. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead, but her lips were so plush that they covered the majority of his face, which peeped out the top of her fist like a sprout. She held him in front of her & smiled fondly.

The giant mother admired her little boy, who snuggled warmly in her hand. His face was blushed red. And she could feel his slippery wet muscles relax against her palm. But she could feel something else as well. A hard little nub pressed against her finger & wriggled its way between her digits. She faintly blushed. Was that what she thought it was? Was he becoming aroused? She opened her hand & cradled him in her open palm. The woman leaned down & brought him closer, examining his nude form. And there it was. His little mini penis was extended to full mass. The giantess faintly blushed at the sight. She ran a manicured finger along the side of his torso, feeling & admiring his tiny muscular body.

"Awww," Vivian cooed, amused at the sight of her stepson's half-inch dick so excited for her. "You really do love your Mommy, don't you?"

Bobby blushed bright red & placed his hands over her erection. He couldn't believe he was getting aroused again & ruining this sweet moment. The boy attempted to explain to explain it away, but he was too flustered & fumbled his words. He assumed Vivian would get that distant look in her eyes again; that she would be disappointed by him. But she didn't. Instead, she delicately pressed her fingertip against his lips, silencing his embarrassed & mumbled explanation.

"Shhh," Vivian hushed seductively. "You don't need to feel embarrassed or explain anything. Mommy understands. And she will take excellent care of you."

She brought her palm closer until his prone form was inches from her monolithic face. She puckered her lips & planted a wet kiss on his hard cock, sandwiching it against his body. She could feel the miniature thing expand & pulsate against her sensitive lips. Then, she parted her lips & accepted his little erection inside.

Bobby gasped & his body went ridged, pressed close against Vivian's giant face. He squirmed & he ran his hands over Vivian's soft cheeks. The tiny teen was overwhelmed by the sensation of having his manhood encased in plush lips that could swallow him so easily. But instead of swallowing his puny body, the lips kissed his balls gingerly. His hands reached & grabbed at Vivian's dimples desperate for something to hold onto. His fingers found the cute mole that doted her skin & he squeezed it.

Vivian felt his minute fingers squeeze the mole of her cheek. It was the smudge on her perfect caramel skin that she was sensitive & self-conscious about. She squealed with surprise. The sound was muted by her puckered lips & Bobby's mini manhood. The vibrations of the muffled yelp around his dick nearly sent Bobby over the edge. But instead of cumming, he found himself pulled from her giant mouth with a wet pop.

"Bobby!" Vivian scolded in an embarrassed tone. "You shouldn't draw attention to a lady's imperfections like that."

Bobby hung suspended in front of her flushed face. He squirmed between her pinched fingers, attempting to work through a painful case of blue balls. He huffed & looked up at Vivian with pleading hazel eyes. He noticed the self-conscious expression on her face.

"I… I always liked the little dote on your cheek," Bobby sheepishly explained.

Vivian's eyes widened & her cheeks tinted redder.

"You have?" She questioned in a surprised & flustered tone.

"Y-yeah… I always thought it was cute," Bobby complimented sweetly.

Vivian chortled at his innocent admission. She brought him closer to her face, returning his naked form to her lips.

"Come here, you little charmer," she whispered in a sultry tone.

Her plush lips engulfed his cock, bringing it back to life & allowing it to pulse inside once again. She puckered her lips around it more passionately, enthralled by the boy's sweet words. His member was so short that its length barely passed her full lips, and only the tip reached the damp inside of her mouth. Nonetheless, Vivian's tongue found his miniature tip, and she licked at it fervently.

The sensation was too much for Bobby to hold back any longer. He arched his back. His little legs curled around Vivian's cheek & chin. And his fingers squeezed at the cute mole that dotted her caramel skin. He released his load and road through the orgasm on the wet & bumpy surface of Vivian's velvety tongue.

Vivian withdrew her pocket-sized stepson from her mouth. His spent lower body was coated in sweat & saliva with a few strands still connecting him to her mouth. She sweetly smiled at his exhausted & passive form with loving admiration.

"Good boy," Vivian hummed smoothly.

 Bryan Garcia stumbled through the big city in a confused daze. At one moment, he had been walking to his favorite café while on his lunch break. And the next, he found himself a mere few inches tall, naked, & completely vulnerable.

Around him, the busy sidewalk & street seemed to stretch for hundreds of miles. Far above, tall office buildings & hotels blurred with distance. The miniature man could hardly tell where the towering buildings ended & the sky began. And worst of all, hundreds of bustling giants & giantesses marched all around on the wide walkway. They were all oblivious to the tiny man dodging their footfalls far below. Business shoes & high heels alike clattered on the pavement all around Bryan, some landing mere inched from his panicking form.

The middle-aged man didn't know what was happening or how he ended up in this dire situation. His shrunken brain couldn't even begin to process the scene around him. He had only one thing on his mind: getting back to his darling wife, Vivian. He only wanted to see her again, her & his son, Bobby, even if it was only for a few moments. Bryan needed to find a way home. But before he could do that, he needed to escape this hectic crowd of gigantic office-goers, preferably in one piece.

He picked a random direction & perilously sprinted. The pitter-patter of his bare feet on the pavement was drowned out by the mob of giants & giantesses parading all around. A house-sized red high-heel crash landed directly in front of him. The colossal & elegantly feminine footwear nearly grazed the front of his nude body. Bryan didn't even have time to stop sprinting as the impact of the near-collision knocked him off his feet. He stumbled & collapsed onto the hard asphalt. The shaken man groaned & rolled onto his side. He couldn't tell how seriously he was injured. The adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream kept him from feeling any real pain. He crawled & struggled to his feet.

A dark shadow loomed over the impaired miniature man. Bryan looked up into the sky. His face twisted with horror, and time seemed to freeze. The underside of a massive jet-black grunge boot hovered overhead. The dark leather of the boot slightly reflected the unrelenting sun. The villainous footwear was attached to a giant goth girl with torn jeans & black hair dyed with red highlights. The colossal alt-girl stared at her phone, oblivious to the cowering mini-man crouched under her Doc Martens far below.

Bryan watched with dread as the thick treads of the impressively large boot slowly loomed ever closer as time moved painfully slow. All at once, time seemed to unfreeze. The goth combat boot rapidly fell from the sky & crashed directly onto Bryan with a planetary collision. Bryan's vulnerable body flattened with an awful crunch. His mangled remains mushed into the thick treads at the bottom of the boot, leaving only a little red stain splattered on the sidewalk.

***

Vivian shot up in bed & gasped for air. It seemed that she had been unknowingly holding her breath. She awoke from her unrestful sleep in a cold sweat. It was the dead of night & her bedroom felt cold & dark. She looked over at the empty mattress next to her. That awful nightmare of Bryan being crushed replayed in her head over & over. The poor woman buried her face into her hands & quietly sobbed.

Ever since Bobby had caught the Shrinking Virus & she had learned about Bryan's probable fate as a Tiny, Vivian had started having terrible dreams almost every night. Her nightmares had some variation. Sometimes, instead of being unknowingly crushed, little Bryan was spotted by some power-hungry girl-boss CEO & eaten alive. Or sometimes, that same goth punk chick would snatch him up & torture him to death in the name of female supremacy. But one thing about Vivian's night terrors was always the same: Bryan, her lost love, was left helplessly tiny & all alone. The distraught woman hugged her pillow to her chest & dabbed a blanket at her teary cheeks.

Vivian heard a faint sound from the other side of her bedroom. She turned her head & spotted the glass jar on her dresser. Her teary eyes couldn't see inside the jar across the unlit room, but she could guess that her tiny stepson was awake, no doubt disturbed by crying.

"I'm sorry, Bobby," Vivian sniffled & wiped her teary face. "I didn't mean to wake you."

She flipped on her dim bedside lamp, stood up from the bed, and grabbed her nightgown from where it hung on the closet door. She wrapped the thin garment around her near-naked body. The Latina woman only ever wore a comfy pair of cotton panties to bed. Anything more was too constricting. And most bras were too tight on her ample bosom for her to relax & fall asleep. She adjusted the lacy nightgown on her curvy body.

Over the past few weeks, Vivian's relationship with her miniature stepson had grown deeper & more physically intimate than she would have ever imagined. But despite their close partnership, the mother still felt it was unnecessary to flash her tiny son. The thin lacy nightgown hung loosely around her shapely body as she approached the glass jar on her dresser & peeked inside.

The bottom of the jar was packed with a white handkerchief & bundled up amongst the folds was her tiny stepson, Bobby. Vivian felt dreary after waking up from such a horrible nightmare, but just seeing her little boy staring up at her with innocent sleepy eyes brightened her mood. She smiled down into the jar with tear-stained eyes.

"Are you doing alright in there, sweetheart?" Vivian questioned softly. "Can I get you anything or carry you to the bathroom? I know how much you hate using your little bottle cap."

Bobby stared up at his gigantic stepmother, his hazel eyes showed empathetic concern.

"No, I'm fine, Mom," he answered. "Are you doing alright?"

Vivian smiled tearily at her sweet boy's worriment.

"I'm fine, sweet thing," she confirmed with a slight shake to her voice. She bit her lip & looked away hesitantly. "It's just that… is it a little cold in here? Do you maybe want to sleep in bed with Mommy tonight?"

The sorrowful woman was feeling lonely & she wanted someone to hold & cuddle, even if that someone was only the size of her finger.

Bobby was hesitant & a little embarrassed by the prospect of cuddling with his giant stepmother, but he didn't dismiss the offer immediately.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Mom? I mean, what if you roll over on top of me in your sleep?" He questioned & trembled slightly at the memory of when Vivian had unknowingly sat on him with her enormous ass.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Vivian reassured soothingly. "I will keep you somewhere warm & safe."

Bobby blushed at the giant woman's words, but he didn't struggle as her large fingers reached into the jar & circled about his waist. He felt a familiar tingly sensation rush through his body as the gentle giantess' supple fingers wrapped around his naked body, her warm skin compressing against every inch of his.

The miniature stepson was carried out from the jar & high into the air, where he was brought before his gigantic stepmother's sleepy face, her cheeks still slightly damp from tears. In the dim light, the boy could still make out her soft brown eyes & smooth tan skin. Her large lips puckered & she planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. The plushness of her lips covered most of his face. She withdrew the kiss & smiled at him fondly.

"Now, come with me, baby," Vivian instructed softly.

Bobby nodded in sleepy dizziness caused by being lifted & kissed so tenderly. But his agreement wasn't necessary as he wasn't required to do anything but let her giant caring hands carry him along toward her bed.

Vivian crawled into bed & settled with her back against the mattress. Her hand lovingly brought her precious little boy up the slope of her body & settled him on her bare chest, right in the middle of her ballooning bosom.

Bobby made a surprised yelping sound, which was muffled by Vivian's smothering breasts. His body became ridged from the startled embarrassment that came with being pressed into such a physically intimate spot. But after a few seconds of being held snugly against such a large mass of warm & pillowy flesh, he limply relaxed in giantess' warm embrace. Vivian's silky nightgown blanketed his body. The deep thumping of her heartbeat gently vibrated the world around him. The coddled boy inhaled deeply, and the familiar scent of his stepmom's sweat & salty body odor doused his mind, bringing him further into a drowsily relaxed state. Vivian breathed slowly & steadily, and the gentle rise & fall of her humongous body lulled the lad to sleep.

Vivian blushed & hugged the miniature boy tighter. His warm little body nestled deep into her cleavage, warmly sheltered by her protective & motherly breasts. The tiny boy was like a soft teddy bear, who brought her comfort on a lonely night. She sighed deeply & her eyelids grew heavy.

"I love you, baby," Vivian slowly proclaimed as she drifted off to sleep.

Bobby sleepily opened his hazel eyes. He had never felt so well rested in all his life. The shrunken boy stretched & realized he was still nestled deeply between his stepmother's massive breasts. Her soft caramel skin curved all around him & gently caressed his naked body. He felt his morning wood expand & harden further as it rested against his giant mother's skin, which was slightly damp from her night sweat. The familiar scent of her pheromones permeated the air around him.

Bobby peered up the soft slope of Vivian's cleavage & spotted her sleeping face, which was framed by her long brunette hair. The giantess slept so peacefully. It was a strange & comfortable feeling to be resting on his giant stepmother while her mountainous body slowly rose & fell underneath him as she softly snored. The miniature boy rested his head against her pillowy breast & stared up at her closed eyes with admiration. He slowly moved his hips & gently humped against her skin, nestled so snugly between her busty breasts.

Bobby loved his stepmother. The Latina woman had raised him as her own from a very young age. She had taught him how to be a gentleman & how to stand up for himself. And when his father disappeared, the two had comforted & supported each other through their grieving. Vivian was such a strong & independent woman, but she was still so soft & understanding with her stepson despite her sometimes fiery attitude. The boy thought about how he had dropped out of college & become so lazy in his depression. He felt guilty for moving back home & taking advantage of his stepmother's care. But since he had caught the Shrinking Virus, his listless choices were of no consequence because he was now completely dependent on his mother. The fact that he was now so tiny & weak in her giant & powerful presence only made him look up to her & admire her even more.

Bobby then thought about the development of physical intimacy between the two. It was strange. After years of secretly admiring her curvy Latina body & suppressing his sexually confused feelings toward her, Vivian had discovered his perversion while punishing him under her sweaty & overworked feet. While at the time, she had been admittedly forceful & teasing with his "punishment," she didn't shame him for popping a boner while smothered under her wrinkly soles. His stepmother had seemingly embraced his sexual desires. And with the "helpful" advice from Dr. Sasaki, Vivian had taken on the task of helping to satisfy his sexual needs. Bobby wondered if Vivian even saw him as her son anymore, or if he was just a tiny pet that was fun to play with. Somehow, that thought only excited him more as he slowly humped in the cozy embrace of her gentle smothering breasts.

Bobby felt so warm & protected as he nuzzled & humped in his giant stepmother's soft bosom. He ran his fingers along her tanned skin, massaging her jiggly flesh. He glanced up at Vivian's face & noticed she was still sound asleep. The teenage boy couldn't resist the womanly body that spanned around him like a world of its own. He desired to climb her mountainous breasts & reach their peak. He slowly crawled & pulled himself up the incline of one of the mounds, the front of his naked body dragged along her warm skin. Ducking his head, he wriggled under the canopy of Vivian's thin nightgown. The fleecy fabric of the garment momentarily snagged on the plumpness of his bare butt cheeks. But Bobby wormed his body & continued to climb up the soft slope of womanly flesh until he reached his prize. Stretched out before him was the largest nipple the boy had ever seen. The pinkish-brown circle of pointed flesh was as wide as his arm span. Even for a giantess, her nipples were abnormally large. His miniature hands felt the rotund & womanly nipple, and the softly textured surface hardened into its more conical shape. The spongey breast beneath him slowly swayed, and he heard a deep erotic sigh from above. It seemed his touch had disturbed his sleeping giantess of a mother.

The blanket of Vivian's thin nightgown lifted into the air & Bobby was left in the open perched atop the giant tit. He looked up at Vivian's looming face with a startled & guilty expression. The colossal woman's half-lidded brown eyes stared down at him with a sleepy expression. And her plush lips curled into a cheekily knowing smirk.

"It looks like somebody decided to do a little exploring this morning," Vivian teasingly remarked.

Bobby cringed & blushed from shame & embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mom," He peeped. "I was just curious & I-"

Suddenly, he was silenced as his lips were covered by the woman's shushing fingertip, which completely dwarfed his little face.

"Shhh... There's no need to explain yourself, baby," Vivian soothed while still grinning cheekily. "I understand a little boy's curiosity. I must look like a mountain to you."

Her gentle finger petted his bare back & she smiled down at him sweetly. His little body felt warm & she swore she could feel the faint poke of his pin-sized prick against her skin. The mother loved seeing her miniature son nestled in her bosom. It reminded her of when the boy was only a toddler & she would cradle him in her arms.

"All these years I've been your mommy, but I don't think you've ever been this close to me," Vivian hummed softly.

Her fingertip planted itself on his back & pressed his body into her breast with firm gentleness, slowly pushing him closer to her wide nipple, which hardened with arousal. Vivian realized that although she had raised Bobby as her son, she had never breastfed him. She desired that intimacy now. She wanted to know how it felt to feel her stepson's tiny & delicate lips suckling on her giving nipple. Her fingertip pressed incessantly on the back of his head, ruffling his black hair & forcing his blushing face closer to her wide nipple.

"Do you want to get closer, baby?" Vivian questioned in a sweet & sultry tone. "It's okay. You can touch it."

Bobby's eyes widened & he looked up at her with a shocked & flustered expression. Vivian smiled softly with motherly reassurance. The pad of her fingertip pressed on his back with more pressure, encouraging him further, the soft ridges of the digit tickling his skin. Bobby reached toward her pinkish-brown nipple with awkward hesitation. His miniature fingers pressed into the softly bumpy surface & squeezed. Vivian squealed & moaned with pleasure at his sensitive touch. Her back arched, shaking the fleshy ground underneath Bobby & causing him to hold onto the nipple tighter. He glanced up at Vivian's face twisted with arousal, his expression one of startled innocence. Vivian bit her lip & smiled down at his boyish face, her expression one of horny flirtatiousness.

"Keep going, baby," Vivian tenderly encouraged. "It feels good."

Bobby blushed furiously & nodded bashfully. At this point, his mini erection was practically pulsating against the woman's doughy breast, pushed into a tight embrace by her incessant finger. His hands returned to the hardened nipple & squeezed, his fingers sinking into the softly textured surface.

Vivian gasped & moaned, her body writhing around in pleasure. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel her tiny stepson's delicate mouth. The anticipation was killing her. Her fingertip pressed firmly against the back of Bobby's head, forcing him to take a face full of her bulky nipple. Bobby yelped in surprise, his squeal muffled by the impressively large nip, the tip of which forced its way between his lips, stretching his mouth to its limits. His eyes widened in shock, but after a few moments of having his body gently dominated by his stepmom's giant nipple, his eyes rolled back & eyelids fluttered shut as he lulled into her movements. The nipple tip barely fit. It squeezed tightly into his mouth & puffed out his cheeks. The miniature boy's instincts kicked in & he began to suckle greedily on the oversized tit.

Vivian moaned softly & squirmed. Her hand cupped around Bobby's fragile body, cradling him against her massive bosom. The tiny touch of his lips felt so sensual on her sensitive nipple. The woman giggled as she felt his doll-sized body begin to hump against the underside of her breast. The barely noticeable poke of his pin-sized prick thrust against her skin, and his plump little butt pushed against her cradling palm. She bit her lip as she watched the shrunken boy suckle on her overwhelmingly-sized nipple with passionate love. She could even feel his little teeth nibbling against her skin. Of course, his microscopic teeth weren't strong enough to cause her pain, only adding to her pleasure.

Bobby suckled harder as he sunk his fingers into the massive & doughy titty. The boy had never felt such sexual gratification & motherly affection in all his life. Hearing his gigantic stepmother's soft moans reverberating through her body & knowing it was his tiny touch that was providing her such pleasure was intensely satisfying. It was like pleasuring a goddess. Each one of her moans vibrated her mountainous body, traveling through her jiggly breasts & into his naked form. Her supple fingers pressed into his back, encouraging him to keep going. He thrust his hips, rubbing his engorged member against her slightly damp underboob. His body was begging for release. One of Vivian's dexterous digits pressed firmly against his bare ass, the ridges in her soft fingertip coercing him to hump more diligently. He bit down more forcefully on her nipple, which tightly squeezed in his mouth, & moaned muffledly. He couldn't hold his orgasm in any longer. His body thrashed & pulsated as he released his sticky load onto his massive mother's gently smothering breast. Vivian's supportive hand continued to cradle him against her bosom as he rode through the intense climax, his body seemingly exploding from so much motherly affection. Bobby exhaled deeply as his body went limp against her pillowy nipple.

Vivian giggled girlishly. She plucked his flaccid body from atop her mound. The boy's mouth released from her nipple tip with a soft pop, a few sticky strands from his mouth & genitals still connecting him to the surface. She cradled his sexually spent form close to her face, smiling down on him with motherly admiration. Her delicate finger fondly petted his exhausted body.

"You are such a good boy for Mommy," Vivian cooed lovingly. But then her plush lips curled into a coy smirk. "But I have another boob that needs your attention."