Mom's Little Guinea Pig

 

Amy sighed as she reviewed her notes for what must have been the hundredth time by now. The paper of formulas and calculations was becoming a jumbled mess of numbers and letters, the equations making less sense every time she glanced at it.

 

She shut her eyes, tucking a bit of her short blonde hair behind her ear and inhaling, trying to relax. She'd been at this for days, trying to “crack the code” to make a breakthrough in her research, to perfect her formula. She needed it done soon if she wanted her grant from Phalanx Industries, so she could continue her research and to feed her and her son.

 

She rubbed her temples, trying to focus.

 

Think Amy think, she told herself, trying to picture each ingredient already used in the creation of her formula. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her exceptionally large rear causing it to groan beneath her. She stared out of her bedroom window into the hot afternoon sky.

 

Jake will be home soon, I guess I'll stop working then she thought to herself.

 

It was supposed to be a breakthrough in medical science, a mass reducing injection that could be used to shrink imperfections within the body, tumors for example, would be injected with her formula, and would then dwindle away until they could no longer cause harm. Potentially it could even be used on a microscopic level, shrinking cancer cells. Of course, this was all speculation, she still needed to finalize the formula, and she needed to test it, all within the next few days. Amy had no idea how she would pull this off.

 

She tried to picture the equations in her head, since staring blankly at her notes was getting her nowhere. She repeated to herself over and over what she would be required to have in order for it to be successful. She focused all her attention on finding that last ingredient she would need.

 

She stared at the small test tube suspended before her, the clear liquid inside taunting her, she knew she was close, but she needed it finished and tested before Wednesday.

 

Suddenly it dawned on her.

 

No! She thought, It can't be that simple!

 

She snatched the formula off of her desk and rushed downstairs into the kitchen, her heavy breasts nearly smacking her in the face as she did so.

 

She ran to the stove and turned on the burner.

 

Could this really be it? Amy mused as she positioned the vial over the burner, stepping back and waiting. It took only a minute before the liquid inside began to bubble. It almost reached boiling temperature, when it suddenly changed to a bright clear blue in color. Amy shrieked in delight, taking it carefully from the stove. She hadn't needed another ingredient at all, she just needed to change the formula's temperature!

 

She sat on the couch in her living room and stared at it, gleefully, practically spilling with pride. She'd done it.

 

“Now I just need to test the darn thing” Amy said, a but saddened in remembering that she still wasn't entirely done.

 

Strangely, almost as if on cue, the front door opened and Jake stepped inside.

 

“Hey mom” he said, setting his bag beside the front door.

 

Amy stood, smiling, and walked over to him.

 

Jake was a high school senior. He shared her blonde hair and was almost as tall as her 6'3.

 

“Hi sweetie” she said, hugging him, pressing his body into hers.

 

Jake endured the usual smothering, his face pressed into his mother's large chest.

 

“Did you finish your research?” he asked in concern, his mother had been hard at work for weeks, and he knew she was reaching the end of her rope.

 

“Almost!” Amy replied excitedly, “I just have one more step before I can present it!”

 

“Really? That's great mom! What do you need? Can I help?” Jake said enthusiastically, glad that this project, which had stumped and frustrated his mother for so long would finally come to an end.

 

“Well.....” Amy started, I DO need to test it......

 

“I suppose you can help me, if you really want to sweetie” Amy said, judging her son's reaction.

 

“Of course I want to help Mom!” Jake replied, grabbing his mothers risk, “now come on! What can I do to help?”

 

Amy smiled lovingly, she bent forward and kissed his cheek. “Come with me sweetheart” she said, leading him upstairs to her work station.

 

She seated him across from her as she rummaged through some equipment.

 

“Put your arm up on the table please hon” she said.

 

Jake obeyed, rolling up his sleeve.

 

His mother wrapped a black strap with a small hole and a dial on it around his arm. From there she grabbed the light blue formula and produced a needle, sucking a small amount of the liquid into it.

 

“Okay, breathe slowly now dear” she told him, pointing the needle at the hole in the patch.

 

Jake nodded and manually slowed his breathing, closing his eyes, awaiting the sting. He didn't particularly like needles, but he trusted his mother, if the fact that he was allowing her to inject him with a completely untested product wasn't enough proof of his trust in her already.

 

“Deep breaths sweetie” she said as she plunged the needle into his arm.

 

Jake winced and his breathing became louder and more erratic.

 

“Almost done” Amy cooed as the needle emptied slowly into her son's arm.

 

She sighed, relaxing as she pulled the needle from him and swabbed it's entry point.

 

“So now what?” He asked, curios as to what the device on his arm was for, and what he should expect.

 

“Well, now we wait to see if the pressure in your arm decreases, if it does, then well know that it works and that it reduced a few of your muscle fibers in mass”.

 

Jake shifted in his seat and soon became bored, he felt nothing.

 

“Anything?” he asked after a few minutes.

 

Amy sighed unhappily, “I don't think s- oh wait a minute!” she exclaimed as the needle on the dial suddenly started to drop steadily, “Jake it's working!” she cried.

 

Jake smiled, happy for his mother. Then he suddenly felt it, a stinging sensation, his arm cramped up.

 

“Jake? What is it what's wrong?” she asked, concern in her voice as her son winced.

 

“I....I don't know! My arm!” Jake cried, he gripped it, and the suddenly the cramping was surging throughout his whole body. He fell from his chair and curled up and the floor, rocking back and forth.

 

“Jake!” Amy cried, tears welling in her eyes, her heart thumping in her chest as she watched her son double over in pain.

 

“Jake please! Tell me what's wrong!”

 

Jake stopped moving entirely.

 

“Oh my god....no.......” Amy whispered.

 

Then something unexpected happened. As she leaned forward to press her hand on his neck to feel for a heartbeat, Jake suddenly began to.....shrink.

 

Amy gasped as her son slowly but surely dwindled into his clothing, until only they remained.

 

She carefully reached down and removed his shirt.

 

She nearly fainted.

 

There he was, close to two inches tall, curled up in a ball, naked, and unconscious, was her son Jake.

 

“Jake....oh my god.....my baby.....” she reached down, her motherly instincts taking over as she cradled him in her palm. Her previous fear replaced by adoration and loving affection as her son was now an adorable two inches, and helpless.

 

He stirred, groaning.

 

“Jakey? Jake wake up sweetie...” she cooed, no longer worried, in fact, she was rather interested and intrigued to see what her work had accomplished.

 

“Mom?” Jake said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

 

It took only a moment for him to lose his mind.

 

He screamed when he saw her. She had always been bigger than him, but now? She was a giantess!

 

“Mom you're huge!” He cried.

 

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Amy giggled at that.

 

“No silly, you just shrunk.”

 

“What?”

 

Jake stood, looking down at his naked form. He blushed and covered himself, then proceeded to stare out over the room, his mouth wide in a mix of wonder and horror.

 

“Mom how did......the formula!?” He shouted.

 

She nodded. “Looks like t does more than shrink specific areas, sorry sweetie...”

 

Jake sighed. “well...can you change me back?”

 

Amy looked down on her son. So tiny, helpless, dependent on her. It was almost as if he were a baby again. Her baby. She loved that thought, and often wished she had a second child before now. Now, she had almost exactly what she wanted, Jake would be moving out after summer, but now....well, it didn't look like he would be going anywhere soon. And there was still the matter of observing the effects of her formula, she was still very interested to see if anything else might happen.

 

She was shaken from her thoughts by her son.

 

“Hello!? Mom!?” He was shouting.

 

“Sorry sweetie, mommy was just thinking, what did you ask again?”

 

Jake sighed, frustrated. “I asked if you could return me to normal.”

 

“Well, making an antidote shouldn't be very difficult.”

 

“Oh thank god” Jake said, visible relief on his face.

“But I’m not ready to fix you up just yet.” His mother finished, awaiting his reaction.

 

Jake looked up at her, a concerned look on his face. “What? What do you mean?”

 

“Honey, you asked if you could help your mother, you wanted her research to be perfect right?”

 

Jake didn't answer, his eyes just stared up at hers, waiting.

 

“Well...” she continued, “I think it's best if we wait awhile, to see what other side effects, if any, this formula may produce.”

 

Jake shifted his stance a bit, his feet pressing into the warm flesh of his mothers palm. He suddenly felt very small, as if his situation was suddenly real, as if it hadn't been until now, when his mother had just said that.

 

“You're saying you.....you want to keep me like this?” He asked, looking back up at her.

 

She saw the anger in his face, and heard it in his words.

 

“Yes sweetheart, that's what mommy said.”

 

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't believe he was hearing this.

 

“Mom.....are you insane!?” He shouted, suddenly.

 

Amy's loving smile turned to a frown.

 

“Be careful young man...” she started.

 

“Oh don't give me that! You're the one who's deciding that even though you have the power to fix this....this.....mess! That you're going to let me stay like this for....for your research!?”

 

Amy didn't move, but continued to stare down her son.

 

“Yes dear, I'm sorry if that upsets you.”

 

“UPSETS ME!?” Jake shouted, his face a dark red.

 

He was about to shout a slew of insults when suddenly he felt it, his muscles cramped and before he knew what was happening, he dropped to an inch and a half. He stood there, completely still, his mouth hanging wide.

 

Amy stared on in astonishment.

 

“I don't believe it....” she whispered “You shrink when your adrenaline reaches high levels!” she said, more in wonder than concern for her tiny son's safety.

 

Jake just stared at his hands in horror, fearing what this would mean for him.

 

Amy stood, sending Jake on his back as his whole world rocked back and forth.

 

“Hold on tight sweetheart” she said as she walked over to their couch.

 

Jake shook nervously as the ground moved about at a frightening pace below him, he gripped his mother's thumb, which was now taller than he was, for dear life.

 

“This is just.....amazing!” His mother said as she sat down, Jake nearly lost his lunch as he nearly lifted off of her hand, he felt like he was in a falling elevator.

 

“Sorry Jakey, here, why don't you rest on the table while mommy works.

 

Jake was set gently on the coffee table's hardwood surface as his mother grabbed pen and paper and began to scribble notes noisily.

 

“You can stop that sweetie” His mother said, referring to his covering up, “It's nothing I haven't already seen you know.”

 

Jake hesitantly removed his hands from his crotch and decided to look around the room which he had once lived in, now a massive expanse, the floor a wooden ocean, with giant islands of furniture scattered throughout it's surface. Everything was a bit jarring at first, but the most terrifying change for him was his mother, who was apparently now a controlling giantess.

 

As Amy scribbled away, making note of all the important things she'd noticed about Jake's condition so far, she decided to give herself a bit of a break. She reached down and slipped off her shoes, scratching beneath the sock and eventually removing that as well. Once she'd done that for both feet, Amy propped them up on the table, next to her son.

 

Jake watched in awe as the bare feet he'd massaged so often to help his mother relax after a stressful day of work now rested on either side of him. They were mountainous compared to him, Jake was no larger than Amy's smallest toe. His eyes traveled from calloused balls of her feet, up her perfectly wrinkled soles, to her wiggling toes, one of which bared a copper and green toe ring.

 

“Wow...” was all he could manage, he was frightened, intimidated, and somewhat.....aroused at the difference in size between him and his mother now.

 

Amy looked down from her notes to find her son staring in awe between her bare feet.

 

“Do you like mommy's pretty feet?” She asked in a playful tone. “You know you always gave the best foot rubs Jake, seriously, they were amazing.”

 

Jake looked at her, not entirely understanding this new found attraction toward her feet.

 

“They look nice” was all he dared to say, then he turned and walked away, not wanting to be near them any longer for fear of what his thoughts may turn to.

 

Amy smiled as he walked away, “You're too nice sweetie” she said, liking the attention she was getting. She tried to return to her notes, but her mind kept returning to her tiny son at her feet. She tried to picture what it must be like for him, standing there, beneath her towering soles. She was surprised to find that she....liked it. That she really liked the idea of her son at the mercy of her feet.

 

This troubled her, why would she want that? It was just so strange...and yet. Curiosity caused her to bring her left foot to her face. She sniffed and found that it didn't exactly smell like roses.

 

Now imagine that at his size... She thought. A smile spread across her face.

 

Jake wandered aimlessly about the table, eventually finding interest in comparing his new size to the TV remote. He tried turning it on, but found he wasn't heavy enough for the power button. Just as he stepped off his mother called him.

 

“Jake” she said, setting her notes down, “come here please”.

 

Jake obeyed, walking to the edge of the table, his mother's knees a few feet in front him.

 

“Jake” she started, “I'm really tired, I've been working all day...”

 

“And?” Jake asked, not entirely interested in their conversation.

 

“Well, I thought maybe you might offer me one of your famous foot rubs?” She said, waiting for him to actually pay attention.

 

Jake thought he'd misheard. “You're not serious, right?”

 

She just smiled and placed her giant bare feet beside him again.

 

“Mom this is...” he coughed as their odor wafted to his nose. “this is.....too much mom...I can't...”

 

“Oh I'm sure you can manage somehow, for mommy? Please?”

 

She pointed her big toe downwards and nudged him with it.

 

Jake felt it, that feeling of arousal as her toe made contact with his body.

 

“Okay okay! Just....stop....please!” Jake said eventually, standing back as his mother pressed her soles into the table.

 

 He swallowed heavily, would he be able to control his strange new feelings, what if she noticed?

 

Jake stared in a mix of wonder and fear at his mothers giant toes.

 

Her soles resting flat on the table, Amy judged the reaction her son was having. She gave her toes a slight wiggle, and then watched in amusement as her son's tiny eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

 

I think he REALLY likes my feet, She thought, smiling. Strangely enough, she found she once again enjoyed the idea of her tiny son at her feet. She bit her lip, scooting her feet toward her son as she did so.

 

“Jakey Please?” She whined, wiggling her toes, knowing from his previous reaction she had over him.

 

Jake stared at them, those giant, puffy digits, he imagined how warm they must be.

 

God stop! That's your mother!

 

“Mom I don't.....I don't think that's a good idea?” Jake said, sounding more like a question than an answer.

 

“And why not? Your mother works very hard you know, to keep you clothed and fed, and now all she's asking is a little foot rub, is that really so much?” She pointed her toe at him for affect, scrunching her sole. Secretly she also enjoyed seeing his small size compared to her foot as well.

 

Jake sighed, he wanted desperately to tell his mother that it wasn't that he found her toes so repulsive that he didn't want to do this, in fact, it was the exact opposite. He was afraid if he got anywhere near her big feet these new feelings of attraction and arousal might surface for his mother to see, and wouldn't that be fun to explain? Little did he know, his mother was having the same feelings on the opposite end of the spectrum.

 

“Mom....I just....” Jake started after a great deal of thought with nothing new to show for it.

 

His mother's playful smile faded and her eyes began to glisten with welling tears.

 

“Are they really so gross Jake? Have I been that bad to you?”

 

Jake sighed, feeling guilty for denying his mother her simple request.

 

She slid her feet off of the table and collected her notes.

 

“Maybe I'll just go upstairs, that way my big ugly feet won't bother you anymore.” She stood and began to slip her shoes back on.

 

“Mom....stop......I'll do it...” Jake said slowly, he faked a smile and hoped his concern wouldn't show through.

 

“Really? Oh Jake, thank you!” She said happily, kicking her shoes back off again and propping her feet back up on the table, her toes wiggling in excitement and anticipation.

 

Jake smiled for her, but wanted nothing more to be anywhere but here at the moment.

 

He swallowed as her giant bare feet once again rested themselves in front of him. Their odor was strong, not altogether foul, just a mix of her natural foot odor and whatever body lotion she'd rubbed on them recently. Jake stifled a cough and proceeded forward.

 

Amy giggled in excitement as her son approached her feet.

 

“Oh this is going to be so fun!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands like a young girl.

 

Jake neared her wrinkled sole.

 

Well....guess I’d better start here...

 

Jake reached forward slowly, hesitantly, just the sight of his small hand against the massive backdrop of his mother's sole enough to send a tingle of pleasure through his body, he felt his crotch stir. His hand made contact with her warm sole and he felt her shudder.

 

Amy had to strain to keep from moaning. Just the thought, knowing her tiny son was actually touching her feet was enough to send an electrifying signal throughout her body, she felt her crotch heat up.

 

“Oh wow...” she muttered, giggling.

 

Jake ran his hand in circles, mimicking the same with his other hand, spreading them over the hot flesh of his mother's sole. Her plush flesh sunk under the pressure of his hands. Jake felt his heart starting to beat rapidly. His mother let a low moan escape her lips.

 

“Oh......just like that sweetie....”

 

Jake felt his cock harden, in the heat of the moment he decided to lean forward, he pressed his lips into her soft skin, inhaling as he did so. He began to suck on the wrinkles of her sole, the salty taste and sour smell not bothering him in the slightest.

 

“Oh Jake.....” Amy moaned, she felt his tiny lips press into her foot, envisioning him worshiping her feet, she ran a hand down to her crotch and began to massage herself through her tight jeans. “Jake.....baby....oh sweetheart....” she began to twist her body, writhing slowly over the couch.

 

His mother's moaning encouragement only fueled his desires to continue. Jake began to lick hungrily at his mother's salty wrinkled sole. He pressed his crotch forward, his stiffening cock digging into the hot flesh of his mother's foot.

 

Amy pointed her foot downwards, her son now trapped beneath her toes.

 

Jake gasped as his mother's foot suddenly crashed down on him, pinning him against the table. His cock still jutted upward, probing his mothers many wrinkles, his face now planted between her big and second toe. A bit of toe jam smeared off on his face as Amy grinded her toes over him, twisting her foot over the hardwood table.

 

Jake lapped hungrily between his mother's toes, eagerly licking at the salty sweat now accumulating between them.

 

Amy rhythmically began to rub her sole over him, back and forth, over and over. Jake moaned and squirmed as her flesh ran over his cock repeatedly, her skin pumping his member.

 

“Oh god...mom...wait!” Jake cried, suddenly realizing this “foot rub” was going to far.

 

Amy grinned as she heard her son cry out for her to stop. She pretended not to hear and continued, quickening and then slowing the motions of her feet to maximize the pleasure for her son.

 

Jake continued to protest, not wanting to become sexually involved with his mother, when suddenly he felt it again. The cramping.

 

“Mom wait! Stop!” Jake cried, now in fear, realizing that his arousal was causing him to shrink once again. He tried to wriggle free but his mother held him firmly against the table.

 

Amy continued, faster and faster, applying more pressure on her son's tiny cock as she did so, giggling, knowing how good she was making him feel with her feet.

 

Jake felt it, the mixture of cramping and the sudden pleasure building up to the tip of his cock, they happened at the same time. He screamed, firing off his load into his mothers warm sole, while at the same time he dwindled down to a mere inch in height.

 

Amy was more than amused and intrigued as she lifted her foot to her face, giggling as she found that Jake had effectively stuck himself to her foot.

 

“Amazing! It's not just anger that shrinks you! It's arousal too! High levels of testosterone!” She peeled him out of his love juices. “Just how small can you get Jake? I think we need to test that in order to understand the formula completely.

 

And it doesn't help that he keeps getting more adorable every time he shrinks, Amy thought to herself as she examined her tiny son.

 

Jake was sweaty, his chest heaving as his mother suggested that she should continue shrinking him for testing purposes.

 

“You want me to keep getting smaller!? Are you crazy Mom!”

 

“Relax honey, I’ll be here to care for you! I imagine it can only get easier as you get smaller, I’m interested in seeing how small you can actually get!” Amy smiled down at her son, enthusiastic about continuing to shrink her son. “Besides....” she started, eyeing him closely as a mischievous grin spreads across her face, “Now that I know how to get you smaller, there isn't much you can do is there?” she giggles.

 

Jake stared wide eyed at his mother, now bigger than before, she was positively intimidating now.

 

“Mom please....you're scaring me...I don't want to get any smaller....”

 

Amy saw the fear on his tiny face, heard it in his voice. She loved it. How scared he was, how tiny he looked in her palm, how easy it would be for her to just.....end him. It was a strange and electrifying thought that sent a tingling sensation throughout her body. She shivered. She'd just thought about ending her son's life and it had...excited her.

 

She gazed down at him,a feeling of hunger swept over her and she had to fight not to lick her lips. “Sorry sweetheart, but Mommy needs to test her experiment.”

 

With that, she closed her fingers around him, standing, gathering her notes, she headed upstairs quickly, anticipation for how she would get him to shrink next welling up inside her, she felt her crotch get pleasantly warm again.

 

She entered her room, setting her son gently on her bed.

 

“Shrink for me sweetie” she said.

 

“Mom please, what happens if I get too small!?” Jake cried out.

 

“Now hon, unless you want me to make you shrink?”

 

Jake was speechless, he had no idea how to get angry enough to shrink himself.

 

“I'll be back” Amy said with a grin, she'd hoped he would resist.

 

She walked with a wiggle in her hips into her bathroom, closing the door softly.

 

Now, how to get my little boy excited?

 

She undressed slowly, smiling at the results.

 

Her eyes traveled over her body slowly, from her heavy chest, to giant mounds of flesh that men just seemed unable to resist. She followed her figure downward, her narrow hips gave way to an enormous behind, easily the heaviest part of her body, she spun around and wiggled it a bit, watching her massive cheeks bounce back and forth. She smiled. That would do.

 

She went into her walk in closet and decided upon black lace underwear. She slipped on the bra, which pushed her heavy breasts upward, and panties that gripped her ass almost as tightly as her skin. With one final glance over her body she had all the confidence she needed to be sure this would work.

 

She stepped back out into the bedroom slowly, leaning in the doorway.

 

Jake had thought she might try something like this, but had hoped she wouldn't.

 

He gazed at her giant seductively posed, scantily dressed body and a mixture of fear and lust, and he knew she had him.

 

Amy felt strange, almost out of place as she stood in the doorway of her bathroom. Her son was on the bed across the room, from here, even with his tiny size, she could tell he was awestruck, mostly from shock she guessed, but it couldn't hurt that she had such a shapely body.

 

“What do you think sweetheart?” She asked, a bit nervous, but curious to see her son's reaction.

 

“Mom please don't do this!” Jake said immediately, he turned and faced away, not wanting to look upon his mother in such a way, he knew if he did it wouldn't take long before she had complete control over him.

 

This stupid thing, he started while staring at his crotch, does half my thinking for me after all.

 

“But sweetie don't you think your mommy looks good?” She asked sincerely, worried maybe she had gone too far with this. She felt she'd made to rash a decision, spurned on by the heat of the moment.

 

“Of course you do, you know you do mom...” Jake answered honestly.

 

“Then why won't you look at me baby?” She asked, approaching him, running a warm finger down his back gently.

 

“Because this isn't right Mom, and you know it, and because you still haven't worked out how to fix me, and yet you're still trying to make me smaller.”

 

Amy sighed and walked to her desk.

 

Jake turned and watched her, trying to keep his eyes off of her large rear in her tiny lace panties.

 

She returned with a small clear vial with a colorless liquid inside, topped by a sliver cap.

 

“Here” she said, placing it in front of him. It tipped and sunk into the mattress.

 

“What is it?” Jake asked, approaching the vial which was easily twice his height.

 

“The antidote...the cure...” she said, a bit of sadness in her voice.

 

“You had it already?” He asked, astonished, looking up at her.

 

She nodded, her eyes glistening with the starts of tears. “Yes, I'm...I'm so sorry hon....It's just....I saw how small you were...you were so adorable and I had always wanted another baby....and...and I....”

 

She burst into tears, never having felt more awful than she did now, standing half naked before her shrunken son in an attempt to incite a chemical reaction within his body.

 

Jake watched her fall to her knees, the act shaking his world. His mother began to sob uncontrollably. He realized she'd been just as confused about all this as he was.

 

“Mom....mom it's okay....I'm not mad...” Jake said truthfully.

 

It took a moment, but Amy managed to stop sobbing. “You.....you're not?” she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.

 

“No” Jake said with a small smile, “No I’m not mad at you Mom.”

 

“Oh Jake...” she scooped him up instantly and pressed her gigantic lips into his tiny naked body.

 

“Mom! Mom! It's okay!” Jake said, squirming as his mother's warm lips covered his entire form.

 

“I'm sorry sweetheart it's just....I've done so much to you and you still....”

 

“Mom, how can I stay mad at you when you give me reasons like that for.....doing what you did?”

 

Jake sighed, “So no....I’m....I’m not mad....not at you.....maybe at myself....I dunno...”

 

Amy stood quickly, now covering herself. “Let's get you back to normal.” She pinched the vial and was about to return to her desk.

 

“W-wait...” Jake started, a bit confused that he'd spoken up at all.

 

His mother turned to face him, confused and curious. “Yes?” she asked.

 

“We......well......there's no rush is there? You still need to study me?” he said, not quite as sternly and assuredly as he'd hoped he'd be able to.

 

Amy positively beamed at her son. She walked over to him and knelt before him, so tiny and cute, and gigantic grin on her face. She reached for him and rubbed his tiny cheek affectionately. “You sure baby?”

 

He felt her loving touch, her warm skin on his cheek. “For you I am Mom.” He decided finally. He was willing to do anything for her, not that some small part of him at the back of his mind didn't enjoy the thought of his giant mother teasing him sexually, as wrong as that sounded.

 

She applied a bit more pressure, shoving him to the bed. “Well then...” she started, her arousal back again thanks to her caring son, “Let's get you smaller!”

 

Jake instantly stiffened at that, his mother giggled.

 

“It doesn't take much does it?”

 

Jake thought for a moment and decided to play along, “Not when someone as beautiful as you says it.” He smiled.

 

She gave him a caring look, and then switched to a much more seductive one, licking her lips.

 

“Now let's see...” she started, standing up and running her hands slowly along her curves, “Is my son a titman?” She leaned forward and pressed her mounds together, letting them sway back and forth. “Or?” She stood back up and turned around. “An Assman?” She bent forward and wiggled her hips, she felt both of her massive cheeks jiggling as the bounced and shook rhythmically.

 

To this, Jake gave an audible moan of pleasure. Amy smiled.

 

“Ass it is.” She smiled.

 

Without delay she immediately sat backwards on her son.

 

Jake gasped in surprise and pleasure as his mother's already titanic ass began to grow larger as it descended on him. The moment it made contact he felt the intense heat her body was making, especially warm down here, it would seem his mother was just as excited as he was.

 

He immediately began to lick, kiss and bite the cheek that he'd been pressed against. His mother began to wiggle her ass back and forth, scraping him across the bed with her butt. Jake bit into his mother's supple flesh intensely, pressing his cock into her warm skin as his mother continued to dominate him with her ass.

 

Amy giggled as she felt his tiny attempts at enjoying himself. His kisses, licks and bites actually felt surprisingly good beneath her. She began to bounce up and down repeatedly, her son being jostled around beneath her.

 

Jake gasped as his mother's ass raised and then fell upon him, he bounced off of the mattress and collided with it, before it forced him back down and repeated the process.

 

“Having fun down there sweetie?” Amy asked, stopping to press her giant ass upon her son. She felt his affectionate kisses and smiled.

 

She grinded him back and forth for awhile before finally standing and turning around. She saw the pleasure on his face as he laid in the crater she'd made in her bedsheets.

 

“Well someone had fun” she said, poking his erection.

 

He squirmed at her touch and she giggled. She leaned closer.

 

“It doesn't look like you shrunk at all” she said, curiously. “Maybe it's only when you....” She grinned, winking at him.

 

“We'll have to do something about that then won't we?” she asked, she leaned closer, licking her lips.

 

“Wait mom, what are you-oh-Ohhhhh....” Jake moaned and squirmed as he felt his mother's giant lips close around the head of his cock. “Oh god mom...”

 

She giggled as she sucked on him, the vibrations stimulating his cock even more.

 

He bursted into her mouth in seconds, her ass having done most of the work already.

 

She giggled again, licking her lips and swallowing. “That was fast.”

 

When she'd opened her eyes he had already shrunk.

 

“And so was that.”

She scooped him up, cradling him in her hands, though she only needed one for his tiny body.

 

“Your just under a half inch now hon” Amy said excitedly.

 

Jake examined himself as his breathing slowed. It was true, his mother was even bigger now.

 

“How much smaller can I get?” he said aloud with wonder, and slight fear.

 

“We're going to find out” his mother said with a smile.

 

“Mom I think two is my limit” Jake said in regard to his mother suggesting she shrink him a third time through sexual means. He was seated on the tip of his mother's index finger, the bumpy ridges of his mother's finger beneath him.

 

“Nonsense” Amy said with a smile, bringing him upwards so that her giant green iris swallowed up his entire field of view. “You don't think you're mother can get Jake Jr. to stand at attention again?”

 

Jake blushed as his mother talked about his penis, about giving him an erection. He shifted his seat a bit. “No, I am definitely not saying that” Jake started with a laugh, as if he could even resist the titanic body of his curvaceous mother, “All I’m saying is, I need a bit of a.....recharge, before we try again anyways mom.”

 

Amy's smile changed to a frown. “How long?” She pouted with him, her lower lip quivering a bit as her eyes drooped.

 

“Just a few hours or so Mom, geez.....”

 

“Fine, but make no mistake teeny boy” she brought him to her full red lips and whispered,”You and I aren't nearly done having our fun yet.”

 

Jake swallowed, a bit nervous, but he also felt his chest flutter with a burst of excitement at his mother's seductive words.

 

“O-okay” Jake said, nodding, a quiver in his voice, “could-could we maybe um, go, uh, downstairs?”

 

Amy smiled affectionately down at her nearly microscopic son. It did wonders for her self esteem to see how much power just her words had over him.

 

This kid is truly attracted to me, and a little bit scared too....

 

Amy giggled. “Sure sweetie.”

 

She straightened her finger out so that it was level with her palm and allowed Jake to walk inwards, toward the center of her hand.

 

“Hold on hon” she told him as she closed her fingers around him protectively.

 

Jake watched, struck with awe as his mother's giant fingers curled inward, forming a giant arching cave of flesh overhead. He whistled, his new size was definitely a more drastic change than his other shrinks before.

 

Amy carried her son gently downstairs, attempting to make her footfalls as light as possible so as not to shake him too much. She walked into the kitchen and set her hand down on the table in it's center, opening her palm and laying it flat.

 

Jake stood and walked off of his mother's hand, dropping a few feet, (from his perspective) to the hardwood surface below.

 

Amy took her hand away and admired her tiny son. She felt herself smiling as she watched him explore his surroundings, it was truly adorable to her, and only made her want to get back to interacting intimately with him sooner.

 

“So how's everything look from down there?” she asked, her voice booming.

 

“Uh.....big?” Jake shouted up at his mother.

 

She giggled, grabbing a salt shaker.

 

“Oh no! Look out, it's the evil salt monster!” she said in a mock frightened tone.

 

Jake was unimpressed. He stood with his hands on his hips as his mother moved the giant salt shaker around him, mimicking dinosaur sounds as she did.

 

“Mom, seriously?” Jake said, crossing his arms.

 

“Hey I'm just trying to have fun squirt!” she said playfully.

 

“I'm hungry!” Jake shouted impatiently.

 

Amy sighed. “Fine.”

 

She turned and walked to the pantry, stepping inside, she began rummaging through it's contents before returning to the table and setting all the ingredients out in front of her son. She began to assemble a sandwich, meat, cheese, lettuce, mayo, and mustard were all placed or spread on a single slice of bread. That's when Amy had her idea.

 

“Jake?” she started, looking up from her nearly completed meal.

 

“What?” Jake asked, a bit uneasy at her tone of voice.

 

“I want you to climb on my sandwich.”

 

Jake was taken aback.

 

“What!? Why!?” He said, surprised.

 

“Because I want to know what it feels like to have my son in mouth.”

 

Well she's honest at least.

 

“Mom, I don't think that's such a good idea...” Jake said, a bit nervous.

 

“Please honey? For me?” she pleaded, “I just think it'll be amazing, to have you, so tiny, in my mouth, honey I know it's weird......”

 

Jake sighed, she seemed kinda desperate.

 

“Okay, fine...”

“Really!?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh thank you sweetie!”

 

“Just don't chew me?”

 

“Of course not!”

 

“Or swallow-”

 

“I won't!”

 

“Or digest-”

 

“Okay!”

 

Jake swallowed nervously as his mother's giant fingers drifted toward him.

 

She pinched his waist between her fingernails and carried him over to the sandwich, licking her lips hungrily.

 

“Okay hon, just relax and try to enjoy yourself.”

 

Jake snorted. “Right...” he wasn't to thrilled to be part of his mother's sandwich.

 

As she deposited him into a squirt of mayonnaise and sealed him in with the second slice if bread, Jake rolled onto his side and tore a piece of turkey free and stuffed it in his mouth.

 

Jake felt gravity shift as the sandwich was lifted. He was able to see through a small space between the bread and meat, he saw his mother's grinning face.

 

“Oh I'm so hungry!” She said, giggling. “I sure am glad I have this sandwich, strange that I haven't seen Jake all day!”

 

Jake groaned. Seriously mom?” he muttered.

 

“Oh well! Guess he'll miss out on having one of these delicious sandwiches!”

 

Her mouth gaped open wide, saliva connecting her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

 

Jake suddenly felt very worried about his decision to let his mother try this.

 

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea....