Felicity walked up to the door of her son's room and stood in in the doorway sipping a protein shake through a straw. She looked towards the bed with a tired but concerned expression. "Hey sweetie, how're you doing?" Said Felicity in a hushed tone. "Mind if i check on you?" Her large Nikes caused the old hardwood floor to squeak and grown under her as she walked over to the bed. She sat down on the side of the bed and her yoga-shapen butt sunk deep into the springs, causing her son to stir. She focused on her sick offspring through thick spectacles. "You look like you're in pain! My poor boy. My poor little boy! Oh, you're just the size of a baby now!" Leaning forward, Felicity placed a large, soft hand on her son's chest and rubbed in large circles as she brought her face closer to that of her son.

Jeremy groggily opened his eyes upon hearing his mother's voice. He was glad to see her, although she could be a bit much sometimes. She always tried her best to be a good mother. It looked like it was dark outside of his bedroom. Had he slept all day? Mustering up all of his energy he slowly tried opening his mouth to say hello, but found that he couldn't move his mouth. In fact, he felt like he had no strength to move at all. Jeremy looked upwards to see his mom's radiant smiling face just a few inches from his own. Her long, red, sweet-smelling hair tickled his face as she unwittingly gave him a face full of it.

"Oh! I'm sorry dear. Just a moment". Felicity pulled her hair back behind her head with a quick movement and tied it into a curly bun before once again bringing her face awkwardly close to Jeremy's. Since he could do nothing else, Jeremy gazed back into his mother's bright, blue eyes while she looked down her nose at him to keep her glasses from falling off. He could see her face was flushed as if she had worked out recently, and small beads of sweat dotted her face. Her pretty eyes were magnified greatly by her lenses, and they closely examined Jeremy with loving personal attention. Was it his imagination or did she seem larger?

"Now my little Peanut, i want you to open up and say 'Ahhhhhhhhhhh'". Felicity's mouth opened what seemed inches from jeremy's eyes and he was hit by the smell of her protein shake breath. Her plump lips separated revealing an amazing set of strong white teeth and a dancing uvula at the back of her pink throat. Her tongue spilled out, shiny, with a coat of saliva running down towards the tip and little threads connecting the top and bottom of her large mouth. Jeremy knew his mom was just being nice and trying to make him feel better so he attempted to do the same. He still couldn't move it so Felicity shoved her large pointer finger deep into his mouth and levered it open. He was really confused now, why did his mouth feel so full from one finger? 

Felicity grabbed a thermometer from the bedside table and delicately replaced her finger with the temperature gauging instrument, leaving behind the taste of salty sweat in her son's mouth. She looked over the rest of his body. "My precious peanut, you've come down with the Congenital Systemic Shrink Cycle. You're body is the size of a newborn" said Felicity sympathetically. Jeremy's eyes bulged. No wonder he didn't remember waking up this morning. It suddenly clicked in his head and he raised his eyes to see his mother leaning over and looking down at him.

She was titanic, like a goddess looking down on him from the sky. 

Jeremy found it harder to breathe as the sky seemed to fall and her concerned face seemed to fill his vision, her sports bra and large breasts swaying just over him.

He panicked and tried to retreat under the warm covers of his bed, before realising once again that he was stuck motionless. Glancing down to see what his body looked like, Jeremy realised he wasn't under bed covers at all. 

His mother's titanic hand was pressed over his entire chest and midsection. Felicity's plush, soft palm began to pet him again, rubbing gently in circles and back and forth... back and forth. Jeremy felt a tightness down below and realised his penis was trapped in a deep crease of his mother's hand as she moved it about, completely unaware she was squeezing and releasing his sensitive cock.

Felicity attempted to calm down her son by rubbing her son's chest with a comforting hand. "It's going to be alright, sweetie. I'll look after you and we'll get through this together" said Felicity. Her hand stopped moving and Jeremy tried to calm down and get rid of his erection before she noticed. "Your muscles have become weak and elastic from the illness so they won't allow you to move or talk until the Shrink Cycle takes it's course. Once you reach your smallest size, whatever that is, you'll then begin to regrow back to your original height" stated Felicity.

There came a shout from beyond the bedroom door. "Mom! We're gonna miss the recital! Can you make me dinner and take me to dance class?" Eleanor yelled. Eleanor was Jeremy's younger sister. At 13, she was demanding and acted very entitled, especially around Felicity, who usually spoiled her rotten. Jeremy heard a deep thump, thump, thump and spotted his sister in her best white leotard walking up to the bed out of the corner of his eye. She pulled at her mum's arm to get her attention. 

"Not now dear" said Felicity, barely acknowledging Eleanor. You're going to have to make dinner for us tonight and im afraid i can't take you to the recital, Jeremy is too sick". 

"But you've been with Jeremy all day!" said Eleanor. "Now now El, go and get started. I can't leave Jeremy out of my sight! He's shrinking!". Eleanor's face went dark with anger and then a sudden flash of surprise as she finally looked down at Jeremy and locked eyes with him. "WOAH, he is shrinking!" she exclaimed. "Yes dear" replied Felicity. In a worried but matter of fact tone she continued "I'm explaining what's going on with his condition to him right now. He won't be able to move or talk until he has finished shrinking and regrowing. He might not even get all of his height back if we don't follow the treatment program very carefully. I hope you understand".

"It's fine mum. I hope you get better soon bro" Said Eleanor, although Jeremy could tell she was still furious with him. Turning to Felicity she said "Why is he naked?"

Felicity reached over to the bedside table again and grabbed a large bottle. "So i can put this on him, dear. Regular applications of this oil should slow down the shrinking process, but his muscles won't allow him to move until he recovers", she said, reading the instructions. "To prevent excessive shrinking, apply oil over the patient's entire body, ensuring the genitals are particularly well coated. The patient shouldn't be allowed to sweat excessively or be wet for long periods of time. Ejaculation may lead to further shri.....*Ahem*" Felicity cleared her throat and trailed off with embarrassment."ANYWAY, i can deal with this treatment, and we won't have to worry about THAT".

Eleanor smirked then lowered her face over Jeremy to get a closer look at him. Now he was surrounded by her beautiful blonde bangs hanging down and her pursed lips right in front of his eyes, as she stared at him with a furrowed brow, deep in thought. The lips began to move up and down and Jeremy could smell and see that she had a red sweet inside her mouth. Eleanor's cheeks were sucked in tight and her lips began to move up and down as she rapidly sucked the sugary treat hard. Her braces, which normally looked cute on the young girl, filled Jeremy with horror as she began to mercilessly chew and rip apart the sweet. It wasn't long before her mouth sealed shut and Jeremy heard a deep *Gluck* sound as the sweet was sent down Eleanor's throat. He was surprised at how imposing his younger sister was up so close, when all she was doing was eating some candy.

"I think Jeremy should sleep next to one of us in case he needs help during the night" Eleanor announced, sweetly. 

Felicity smiled at her daughter. "That's a great idea sweetie! He can stay in my room. I'll be able to check on him around the clock' said Felicity, looking back down at her son. Eleanor appeared dissapointed. She flashed a malicious grin down at Jeremy and strutted out of the room, her bare feet slapping down on the floor.

Felicity sighed, unaware she was flooding her son's lungs with her hot breath. She removed the thermometor from Jeremy's mouth and lowered her body onto her son's to embrace his baby-ish form. Her motherly breasts compressed around his body and his heartbeat quickened. Her hot skin and plush, crushing weight was making him dizzy. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Sweety, you're covered in sweat! I've got to cool you down fast! apparently moisture exacerbates the shrinking! If I wash and treat you properly both night and day then we should hopefully be able to minimise your shrinking before you start getting better. I know its almost impossible for you to move, but you should try to rest and recover as much as you can".

With that Felicity leans down to the floor and picks up a small tub of water with a cold, damp cloth. "I don't want you overheating and sweating again after i'm done scrubbing you down". In a fit of embarassment, Jeremy just barely manages to raise his eyebrows in shock. His mother notices this and smiles sympathetically. 'I have to clean everywhere. I'm sorry my little Peanut". With that Felicity squeezes out the wash cloth in a tight fist and rubs Jeremy's face, arms and legs with a loving mom's care and dedication. She places one large, warm hand on the side of Jeremy's face and moves the cold, wet washcloth in lazy circles around his chest. Rubbing back and forth, again and again, his chest was clean. Going lower and lower with small strokes. Lower and lower... Lower still... Shushing him even though he was unable to protest. Suddenly delicately stroking his penis back and forth in a tight, cold washcloth grip before weighing his balls in her hand and polishing them expertly.

Felicity seperated Jeremy's legs and lifted them up with one hand before lowering the wash cloth towards him once again, this time towards his rear end. He couldn't help but feel violated as his mother didn't miss an inch with her cleaning. After a flurry of strokes the cleaning was complete and Felicity proudly rubs her thumb along Jeremy's forehead. "All done, my little Peanut! Felicity then dropped the washcloth and opened the bottle of medicinal oil, upturning it and slamming it down into her opposite palm. "Now it's time to apply the oil to your body. I'm sorry that this might be a little embarassing, but it's medical my dear. We have to do this or you could shrink to nothing!". The clear, shiny goop began to pile up in her hand, so she rubbed her hands together to warm it up, working it between her fingers with a lewd squelching sound. Then, she began to lower her hands towards Jeremy, oily fingers outstretched.

She picked him up and once again Felicity rubbed him all over between her bare hands, sliding them over his body. until only his penis remained untouched. "I dont want to embarass you dear so i'm not going to look for this part", Felicity said. Jeremy hoped his mother wouldn't be able to feel the intense stiffness that had built up from the full body massage. His mother raised her eyes to look passed the bed towards the rest of his room. Felicity's oily thumb and fore-finger slowly began to move towards his penis, intending to grasp it between them, while their twins on her other hand moved towards his balls.

Jeremy counted the seconds with fear and anticipation as he lay there, immobile. Finally, he was very gently pinched on the cock by two large fingers that began to slowly stroke and rub their oil into him. The ridges on her fingertips and the oil were making this feel amazing as he lay there unable to resist her touch, both physically and emotionally. He was so close to expelling his fluids he began to go red in the face, but he knew that he mustn't release. His mother was so trusting and loving and had no idea that she might cause her son to bust. Jeremy couldn't do this to her.

He was in paradise until Felicity's other fingers closed around his balls. Although she was being as gentle as she could be, she didn't realise that she was crushing his tiny balls and squeezing them between her fingers as she rubbed in the oil. Jeremy screamed internally from the pain and pleasure of the cock tugging and vice grip on his balls. Unable to release, his face got redder and redder until Felicity accidently mashed his balls together with her fingertips, forcing his fluids up and out against the will of his body. His semen shot out and splattered across the tips of Felicity's finger which continued to pump his sensitive penis at a slow, but steady rate, and mix his load in with the oil.

From Felicity's perspective, she was slightly embarassed for her son at having to treat him, but she knew he understood the necessity and seriousness of the situation. She had massaged the oil into his body and was now quickly applying the finishing touches to his genitals, so as to not miss any area. His privates were so small, so she held back her strength so as to be delicate. She kept her eyes up away from her son and thought to herself, "The oil is taking longer than normal to rub in here", mistaking his load for more oil. "Nearly done my peanut, just a little bit left".

Jeremy's drained balls were still in agony as his mother kept rubbing them between her two, long fingers. His dick was extremely sensitive after the ejaculation but his unaware mother hadn't yet ceased to pump him.

Eventually, Felicity released her grip on his sore genitals and lowered her face down to his level. His mother pushed her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose and said "You look exhausted! I'm going to very gently pick you up and take you into my room. You're not allowed out of my sight unless someone is supervising so you'll be sharing the bed with me until you get better!". "I don't want it to be weird for you either, Peanut, so you'll sleep next to mommy's feet at the end of the bed". Felicity cradled Jeremy in her arms and made her way through the house to her bedroom. "It'll be like i'm not even there".

Jeremy gulped. Images of his mother's large sneaker clad feet entered his mind. His mother was the type of woman who always wore shoes in the house, whether that was gym shoes, flats, boots or slippers. The only time he suspected she ever went bare-foot was during her morning yoga, and he wasn't allowed in her exercise room because she didn't want distractions. "She probably sleeps barefoot right?" he pondered to himself. He remembered seeing a rubber hot water bottle with a fabric cover lying at the foot of her bed on one rare occasion when he went into her room and there were always a lot of foot-care products around the house.

Jeremy snapped back to reality, realising he was now in his mother's bedroom. They were now approaching the bed and his anxiety was growing ever stronger. Felicity gently released her son from her strong arms and he was placed on a comfortable matress at the foot of the bed. His head was currently facing the head of the bed and he saw some large pillows propped up for his mother to use, probably as back support while reading. The sheets weren't long enough to reach the end of the bed, so he lay right at their edge. 

"Peanut, i don't want you to overheat during the night and sweat so i'm not going to put any covers or pyjamas on you, is that ok?" Felicity asked, even though Jeremy had no real way of replying. She left the room and returned with a small cup of soup, which she poured in to Jeremy's mouth. He knew his mum was just trying to help but she was pouring the soup in way too fast and with his condition he could only swallow slowly and very painfully.

"Alright dear, i think that's enough food! You've been so brave today. Now mommy is going to read in bed a bit then have a quick shower before bed".

Felicity turned on a small lamp next to her bed and used one foot to remove a gym shoe then did the same with the other. She balanced on one foot and peeled off her damp, sweaty, cotton socks and placed them on the bed frame rail at the end of the bed, high above Jeremy's head. Moving back across to the middle of the bed Felicity settled her rear down and swung her legs up and down onto the bed, unaware of the fact that Jeremy was being bounced around like he was on a trampoline.

Jeremy, still on his back, opened his eyes to a once in a lifetime sight. Literally, since he had barely ever seen his mother's soles. Felicities mighty feet, now slightly longer than he was were resting just inches away from his face in a V-shape with her legs slightly apart as she began to read her book. Her soles were slightly more pale than her muscled legs, with more tiny wrinkles than Jeremy could count. They seemed to undulate constantly and never returned to an original position as Felicity slowly curled her large toes. Curling, flexing, curling, scrunching tight, and releasing. Jeremy couldn't help but get a tiny bit excited at seeing his mother from this amazing angle, like an ant at the feet of a fitness goddess. The strong smell of feet was filling his lungs and making him even more light headed. He knew he shouldn't stare but he knew his mother couldn't see him very well from the other side of the bed, even with her thick glasses.

As Jeremy lay there at the end of the bed, just behind his mother's delicate soles, he began to feel an odd sensation as the pain in his balls dissapeared and his erection returned. He felt like he was sinking down into the mattress, and his mom's day socks draped over the bed frame high above him seemed to look much further away. Panic overcame him as he realised that he was now the size of a large action figure. His eyes turned to the side... 

Felicity's feet were now even bigger. His mother's long toes, deep wrinkled arch and bulging fleshy heel cast a long shadow over him, silhouetted by the reading lamp. A mixture of smells pervaded the atmosphere at Jeremy's level on the bed. He tried to identify them as they sat heavily in his nose. The first smell that stood out to him was the smell of a used yoga mat. It was like walking into a gym where countless women had worked their bodies hard and released the smelly sweat trapped between their toes. There was also a rich, pungent, leathery odour. His mother must have gone to church in the morning and worn her leather dress shoes. They were long, narrow and pointy. Very chique, but of course, they didn't allow the escape of any odours or moisture due to their form fitting nature.

Jeremy thought the huge, resting feet of his mother were amazing! Even though their size scared him half to death, he wouldn't shut his eyes. Long but slender. Hard-working but silky smooth. A small gap in between each mighty toe. Greasy soles with a day's worth of sweat but honest and natural. Muscular from many years of yoga and running yet shapely and plush. By the way her soles wrinkled as she scrunched and flexed in front of him Jeremy guessed that his body would sink into her sole like a pillow if he could touch them. But of course he was stuck on his back, sick and without any strength to move a single muscle. He'd never be able to touch those feet. Why would there ever be a reason for him to be touching them? Jeremy again began to ponder why his loving mother always wore shoes and didn't expose her feet very often. 

Felicity was enjoying her book on physiology when she realised she still hadn't showered in her bedroom ensuite. Also, her feet were getting cold. Whenever she went barefoot too long they got cold and she absolutely hated that, so during the day she wore shoes and at night she slipped her feet under the covers and plopped them right onto a hot water bottle. There was nothing better then pressing her feet onto her lovely hot water bottle with its loose knitted woolen cover, but that would have to wait until after her shower.

Felicity gently closed her book and switched off her lamp, plunging the room into darkness. She swung her legs off the side of the bed to the floor, accidently bumping the rail at the end of her bed, and walked into the hallway. "El, i'm going to have a shower then go to bed. Do you mind bringing mommy a hot water bottle? But please don't fill it up very much" She said softly.

"Ucgghgh fiiiine" replied Eleanor, clearly still upset at having to do so many chores.

Felicity began to go re-enter her bedroom and said "Just don't disturb your brother, he's probably asleep by now, poor thing".

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While that conversation was happening Jeremy was in all sorts of trouble.

When felicity got up out of bed she had accidently knocked her used socks onto Jeremy's tiny body, covering him head to toe like an extremely thick smelly blanket. They were rank with moisture and sweat, which caused him to have even more extreme breathing difficulties. One sock lay over his face, taking its shape and forming a mould over his mouth and nose. Every bit of air he tried to pump into his lungs was filtered through the used, cottom socks his mother's toes had been occupying not long ago. He was frightened and confused, since Felicity had turned off her light and walked out the door very quickly, leaving him smothered by this unknown object. 

The sock sank under it's damp weight even tighter over Jeremy's mouth and he felt even more helpless than before. After it came into contact with his lips and began to form a seal over his mouth Jeremy tasted his mother's sweat. At that point he realised her socks must have fallen on him but what good did that information do him? He was running out of time and beginning to see stars. 

He heard his Felicity enter the dark bedroom again and whisper in the dark 'Goodnight my little peanut. Sorry if i woke you up, i'm having a shower now. Sweet dreams!"

Jeremy heard the door of her ensuite bathroom click shut and he lost all hope. He was going to be smothered by a pair of his mother's wet, soggy socks she had perspired in all day. Growing weaker and weaker by the minute as his mother hummed in the shower nearby, he knew it wasn't her fault. She didn't intend to knock the socks on him or force her smell into his nose. She was probably washing her feet and body right now with her soapy loofah, thinking about how to care for him.

Jeremy's body was struggling to get enough oxygen inside so it expended all of its energy in helping him breathe faster, pumping more humid, sweaty air through the wet socks into his lungs. It wasn't enough and soon his breathing began to slow down.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened! There were some small footsteps and the heavy, smelly socks were slowly dragged off his face. It was still dark, but as Jeremy's eyes adjusted he could see that Eleanor was standing over him, and his mother was still in the shower judging by the sound of the water. He was saved! Eleanor probably didn't know that she had just saved his life. She was holding a woolen hot water bottle cover, but no hot water bottle, and was glaring down at him with a pout. Her angry face, half hidden by shadow, left no doubt that she was up to no good.

She lifted a hand and stretched out her fingers towards Jeremy to grab him. The last thing he remembered was his younger sister's hand closing around his neck and covering his face...

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Jeremy opened his eyes. He felt like he was still lying on Felicity's bed, but something was different. He was on top of her bed covers, and not only that, he was inside something. His arms and legs were tightly tucked inside a giant woolen jacket with one large hole for his head. Huh? What was going on? Where did Eleanor go? He was getting really hot inside this thing.

He heard the shower stop.

A short time later the door opened slowly and his mother crept over to the bed as quietly as possible, getting under the covers with a small sigh of pleasure. Jeremy, inside his wool prison, slid down towards the foot of the bed as his mother's legs and feet surged forward and came to a halt.

Everything was quiet...Jeremy heard a rustle down by his feet and sensed something was approaching him. Something emerged from under the bed covers and began to probe him. Feeling up his feet, then legs, then penis, then his entire body. 

He heard his mother softly whisper to herself, "Ahh, there it is".

Jeremy gulped he could now see what was feeling him up. Through the darkness he could barely make out Felicity's big toe and second toe suddenly clamped down on either side of his head. Her arch settled heavily onto his body and forced his stiff penis through the loose woolen stitches and into the wrinkles of her fresh, clean, sole. He was held tight, completely dominated by the large, smooth foot.

Felicity gave another sigh of pleasure after finding the wool-covered hot water bottle her daughter had left for her. She felt the warmth radiating all between her toes and along her sole. The only part of her foot that was still cold were the tops.

- 

The smooth ball of his mother's freshly lotioned foot pressed down on Jeremy's chest and neck, cutting off his air supply once again. Felicity's toes clamped down on either side of his head again, before he was slowly dragged along the mattress...

and under his mother's bed sheets into true darkness...

Felicity's weighty foot and clamping toes slowly dragged Jeremy towards her body to join the other foot under the covers. Jeremy was scared out of his wits yet becoming aroused as he lay there completely trapped and squashed without his mom's knowledge.

Although he was stuck inside a hot water bottle cover and starting to overheat he found it relaxing to have his mom's smooth, plump sole in full body contact with him from his head to his toes. His head was luckily peekabooking out between her strong big toe and second toe, the skin in between her toes pushing firmly on his neck and chin, keeping him secure. Felicity had complete and utter control over him without realising it.

Jeremy wondered what would happen if she found him like this in the morning after a whole night of being a plaything for her cold, tired feet. She'd probably immediately blame herself and apologise over and over, kissing his tiny body with her large puckered up lips. He had no way to blame Eleanor but hopefully his mom would figure it out.

The temperature was rising fast.

Meanwhile.........

Felicity felt around for her hot water bottle at the end of the bed and grabbed the nozzle between two toes, pulling it under the covers to warm her up. She wriggled around under the blankets to get comfy and lay down on her pillow to finally get some rest after a busy day. Her eyes closed gently and she concentrated on clearing her mind in order to go to sleep, similar to how she meditated during yoga.

When she became drowzy she began to move her foot forwards and backwards over her hot water bottle, occasionally switching feet. Sometimes she would press both her soles together with her foot warmer in between and inter-link her toes around the nozzle, completely encasing her hot water bottle with her feet for maximum warmth.

Felicity also enjoyed inserting her restless, wiggling toes one by one into the nozzle, pulling them out with a pop before quickly plunging the next one deep inside.

Felicity was on the verge of falling asleep, deeply relaxed and comfortable in bed, when her almost unconscious mind detected a small thread from the hot water bottle cover that had got caught between her toes. She wiggled her big toe and second toe around the protrusion with one foot, while her toes on the other foot took turns in cramming themselves all the way into the tight, warm, sealed hot water bottle nozzle.

"Tomorrow morning i'll snip that thread off with scissors or try to pull it out" she thought to herself.

A few minutes later, Felicity began to fade in and out of sleep, yet her feet continued to make small movements that would be imperceptible to any normal sized person. Her feet were much warmer thanks to her hot water bottle and a light layer of sweat began to coat them once again, particularly in the gaps between her toes.

Felicity's toes clamped down around either side of the protrusion that had gotten lost in the moist, wrinkled skin between them. Once again she used the toes on her other foot to grasp the nozzle of the hot water bottle but this time she pulled her feet apart, attempting to pull the annoying thread from the hot water bottle cover.

In a lazy, slow, movement her toes tugged and tugged continuously at the thread while her other foot held down the hot water botle by squeezing and choking the nozzle.

They would continue to do so on occasion while Felicity slept, a reaction to the small object poking into her toes and soles. Her warm sweat made it harder to grasp the thread but it allowed her toes to rub and move faster across the hot water bottle.

Meanwhile...........

Jeremy's eyes were spinning in their sockets as his body was released onto the bed from a tight sandwich composed of his mother's warm soles. His senses were fully activated, except for his sight, because it was pitch black under the bed spread. There was a rustling and he could sense something was approaching him. It was right in front of his face and approaching fast!

He was shocked when a large object rammed into his mouth and forced its way through his lips, deep inside. The un-mistakeable taste of feet informed him that the thing probing his throat was one of his mother's toes.

It completely filled his entire mouth, straining his jaw.

Felicity's toenail slowly scraped the roof of his mouth as it pushed its way further inside, unrelenting. His eyes bulged as the mighty toe reached the back of his throat and showed no signs of slowing. His gag reflex activated but Jeremy couldn't do a thing as the toe pushed its way further and further down his throat, stretching it out.

Jeremy counted one, then two toe joints, and he knew that his mom had fully inserted her toe into him. It was radiating heat which dried out his mouth and throat quickly. 

Then, just as suddenly as it arrived, the probing toe withdrew leaving behind a salty taste in Jeremy's mouth. 

Before he could experience any relief a bigger toe plunged into his throat and violently withdrew, followed by an even bigger toe, and another even bigger toe that strained his mouth and throat to the limit, gagging him and causing Jeremy's eyes to tear up. He was scared and wanted to cry but there was no use. His mother couldn't comfort him while she was unknowingly torting him.

He couldn't wait until morning to see her loving face once again. Right now he was just a foot-warmer.

Eventually Felicity's other foot joined in on the fun and wiggled its toes over his body while the other throat-fucked him over and over and over again. Jeremy felt his stiff penis slip between his mother's sweaty toes as she stroked him without knowing.

They squeezed and pulled and tugged on his little penis as if they were trying to pull it off, Oh, if only he knew. He wanted to scream out from the unbearable pain and pleasure he was experiencing even though he knew he couldn't make a noise if he tried.

Almost as if reading his mind one of his mother's toes retreated from his throat. Jeremy felt Felicity's big toe and second toe close around his neck, and the pressure was increasing rapidly.

His breathing was cut off from the crushing toe muscles but that was only the beginning of his worries.

His penis was squeezed like a vice grip and his mother's small toe tugs translated to hard yanks that violently jerked him off but prevented his load from being able to escape.

Felicity continued to occasionally wriggle her toes throughout the night while she dreamed peacefully, unwittingly milking her son and edging him to impossible heights without a chance of release.

Jeremy awoke with a fright to the sound of distant thunder, or rather, a mighty yawn originating from his mother's throat. Without a second to recover he realised a long, sweaty toe was invading his throat and he could only breathe through his nose. Panicking, he tried to move but was devastatingly quickly reminded that his shrinking illness prevented him from moving the majority of his muscles. 

Jeremy felt a wetness down by his midsection and deduced that his morning wood was still trapped deep in a hot crevice between the toes of his mother's other foot.

The toes pushed down further around his member and ensnared both his bruised penis and his tender testicles. They clamped down hard and squeezed with so much force that Jeremy's vision briefly faded. All of his senses were in dissaray from the intense pleasure and pain. Mercifully, his balls did not burst, but flattened out instead, gradually releasing the tremendous load that had been building up inside of them up into his penis.

Felicity's toes held tight and sealed off any chance the ejaculate had to escape. Jeremy's eyes rolled around in his head from the agony.

Suddenly the toes slipped! His mother's musky sweat had saved him!

And then the dam burst.

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Felicity had earned herself a rejuvenating sleep from all the care she put into looking after her son. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon when she woke up from her deep slumber and yawned loudly. She raised her arms above her head and pointed her scrunched toes, lengthening her body as much as possible for the ideal stretch. Her toes pushed town and clamped together tightly around an odd protrusion.

"There's that thread again", Felicity thought to herself. She then pulled her foot upwards, attempting to pull out the thread with her toes. Felicity managed to hold onto the thread pretty well, until it slipped out from between her toes, causing her foot to rise up and flex. 

Out of nowhere she felt a warm liquid dribble between her toes and drip down the length of her bare sole! 

"Ahhhhhhh!" Felicity exclaimed. Her foot drew back suddenly and she hoisted both legs out from under the covers and off the side of the bed, rubbing her wet toes into the carpet. 

"My hot water bottle must be leaking. What a shame", Felicity deduced. She stood up and reached her arm under the bed covers, patting her hand this way and that to quickly grab her hot water bottle before it leaked all over her bed. There was no time to find her glasses on the night stand.

"Aha! Got it", felicity thought triumphantly, closing her fist tightly around the nozzle. She pulled the hot water bottle out from under the sheets and raced over to her door without so much as a glance to the sagging, floppy object dangling from her hand. In order to prevent her foot warmer from leaking she made sure to squeeze her fist tight around the nozzle to prevent any drips.

Her large feet created a thunderous rumble as they stomped down the hallway and passed by Eleanor's bedroom. Felicity was still very drowzy and had to concentrate hard to direct her footsteps and navigate her way to the kitchen without her glasses. Felicity found the kitchen sink and tossed the hot water bottle into it where it joined her red protein shaker bottle from the previous day. She pivotted on one foot and turned around to head back to bed, clearly annoyed.

"I can't believe my hot water bottle is leaking. It's not even that old", she said.

Felicity left the kitchen and froze. "Oh my god! I hope I didn't hurt Jeremy when I jumped out of bed". Felicity stomped back down the hallway as fast as she could and entered her dark room.

She shut the door with a small click and walked slowly towards the end of her bed.

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Eleanor's blue eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed, suddenly awoken in fright by a series of loud thumps outside of her bedroom. She quickly hopped off her bed and planted her delicate feet on the floor before rushing over to the door. At the end of the hallway she saw her mother turn the corner to the kitchen holding the hot water bottle cover containing her annoying brother. The corners of her mouth lifted with a sly smirk and she peeked out from behind the door, listening intently. Her mother was complaining about her little foot warmer.

Suddenly Felicity's footsteps turned into rapid stomps and Eleanor quickly moved her head back into her bedroom. She felt the vibrations in the floor when her exasperated mother passed by the young girl's bedroom and entered her own, shutting the door behind her. 

Eleanor brushed her blonde bangs to the side and quietly slipped out into the hallway. She placed one small foot in front of the other, slowly, and with great care. Standing on the soft balls of her feet, she tip-toed down the hallway without so much as a single noise. Wearing pyjama shorts and a sleeveless top, her clothes made no sound and enabled Eleanor to stealthily creep into the kitchen.

The kitchen tiles felt cool under the elegant soles of her feet. Looking around the room she could see nothing interesting on the dining table or kitchen counter.

Her eyes locked onto the kitchen sink at the opposite end of the room. She ducked down into a squat and moved forward. Her graceful, supple feet were those of a dancer and they carried her with poise. 

Eleanor reached up and placed both hands onto the sinks edge and slowly raised herself up and up. Her head now level with the sink, she saw her brother in a tangled heap within the hot water bottle cover lying next to her mother's large red protein shaker bottle. She pushed down on the sink and brought herself up to her full height, looking down at her shrunken, immobile sibling.

She bent at the waist and lowered her face down over the sink, casting Jeremy in shadow. With widened eyes and parted lips, Eleanor gazed curiously down her nose at her brother below her. Was it her imagination or did he look smaller than before? In fact, he seemed to be shrinking before her very eyes. Maybe it was a trick of the light. He looked to be about the length of a pen now.

Eleanor was glad her mother hadn't discovered Jeremy, so she allowed herself a smile, showing off her full set of cute braces. She deftly extracted her brother from the hot water bottle cover and noted his body looked quite bruised. He was covered in slime and sweat so she turned on the cold tap and held him under for a few seconds to clean off the gunk.

Eleanor lifted up her brother between two fingers and frowned at him. He was the reason she had missed the dance recital she had worked so hard to prepare for. Her mother would lay endless chores upon her now that she had to spend so much time looking after Jeremy. 

It was time for more revenge.

A floorboard in the hallway creaked.

Eleanor froze and lost her grip on Jeremy, sending him tumbling down through the air over the sink. 

You're up early for a Sunday", said Felicity from the kitchen doorway. 
Eleanor turned around to face her mother. 

"Just getting a drink, mom. I'm probably going to go back to bed", replied Eleanor hesitantly. 

Felicity nodded and apologised. "Sorry if I woke you up just then. My hot water bottle leaked on me and I kinda freaked out".

"It's fine", said Eleanor. "No harm done".

Felicity smiled. "Could you pass me my protein shaker bottle"? she asked sweetly.

Eleanor reached one hand behind her back and lifted the bottle with a casual "Oh yeah, sure", blocking her mother's view of the sink. She passed the bottle to her mother who grabbed a lid and straw from the counter. 

"I'm going to try and fit in an early morning gym session before Jeremy wakes up", said Felicity. "I checked on him, he's still sound asleep at the end of my bed, poor thing. I'm gonna need you to help around the house today while I look after him. Sorry, I know you had a lot of plans for this weekend".

Eleanor was fuming, although she managed not to show it. She felt slightly better by the fact that her mother had mistaken one of Eleanor's old dolls for her sleeping brother, and remained completely unaware of the prank she had played.

Felicity screwed the shaker lid on tight and pressed down on the the sipping cap with a click, sealing off the shaker. Felicity adjusted the gym bag on her shoulder and set off out the front door to her car, gently rocking her bottle back and forth and causing the shake-mixing ball within to bounce off the sides.

Finally, she was gone, and the sound of the car engine faded into the distance. Eleanor let out a pent up sigh of relief and turned around to look at her brother in the sink.

There was nothing except a small, metal, shake-mixing ball.

Jeremy's mom, Felicity, arrived at the women's gym and flashed her gym card at the pretty receptionist to gain entry. She was ready for an intense work-out, one that would leave her sore and sweaty. Her dedication to maintaining her body was obvious to all who saw her. 

Although Felicity wore glasses and had a cute, young, motherly look, her physique was impressive and she always got looks of admiration while she worked out. Felicity was talented at yoga, pilates and zumba, but also not one to shy away from the weights. She loved to tone her muscles and wear cute, tight, but flexible gym-wear.

With her gym bag over one shoulder and drink bottle in hand she followed a couple of athletic women who were also going to the locker room. Once inside the fairly crowded change area Felicity found a bench close to a teen girl and placed her belongings upon it. Giving the pretty teen some privacy, Felicity averted her eyes and turned to select a locker. She waved her card over a panel on an empty locker and it opened with a click.

"Ms. Fielding!"

Jeremy's mother turned around in surprise. She immediately recognised the pretty teen to be her children's long-time babysitter and house cleaner, Misaki. Misaki's hands were clasped with fingers interlinked in front of her, and she gave a small bow as a sign of respect to Felicity.

"Oh, Hi Misaki! You signed up to the gym!", exclaimed Felicity.

The young asian girl straightened her body and gave a radiant smile. She was tall for her age, and skinny, with long, willowy limbs and fingers. Dressed only in panties and a strappy sports bra, she was mid-way through changing and Felicity couldn't help but notice that although she was thin, her muscles were taut and toned. 

"I started doing yoga like you suggested to get me through my final exams. It really helped me relax", Misaki replied. 

Misaki was a soft-spoken, innocent girl, but always a hard worker and very obedient. Many years ago, Felicity met Misaki and her family at church, and she knew the girl was still very devout. Sometimes she could be a little too serious in her cleaning and baby-sitting duties and Felicity often wished the girl would relax around her at home. She also knew that Misaki had never had a boyfriend.

At least her house was spotless though, and Misaki always managed to detect any intruding insects, stamping them underfoot or rubbing them out of existence between two fingers. Maybe all that cleaning was the reason she looked so good?

"You should do some yoga with me at home sometime! I would do it with you now but it looks like you've just finished a workout", said Felicity.

Misaki nodded vigourously and bowed again, subserviently. She tried to hide the enthusiasm in her voice as she said "Thank you Ms. Fielding, I would really like that. How are Jeremy and Eleanor?"

Felicity hesitated. She didn't know if she wanted anyone to know about Jeremy's condition yet. Should she tell the girl about Jeremy's illness? Felicity knew she would need help looking after Jeremy, especially since tomorrow was Monday and work was back on. Eleanor was still on school break but she didn't know if she could trust her daughter to look after Jeremy for the full day.

"They've been better", sighed Felicity. "Are you available tomorrow morning at the usual time to clean the house? Maybe we can discuss some babysitting".

Misaki nodded once again, "I'm happy to help, Ms. Fielding. That sounds good".

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Jeremy's eyes opened suddenly as the earth around him seemed to shake and swivvle in all directions. With a mighty slam the floor under him suddenly collided with him and his mind stopped spinning enough for him to get his bearings. He seemed to be in a small, circular, sweet smelling room with a clear window spanning part of the entire circular wall.

His head ached and it felt like he had hit it somehow. Jeremy tried to point his eyes upwards and could just make out a small vertical chute in the ceiling. How odd.

His eyes adjusted to the light pouring in through the window and he could see a gigantic gym bag resting not far from his prison. Hmm. That sweet smell was pretty powerful. It reminded him of..  of...
Oh no.

Jeremy's heart skipped a beat as he realised that Eleanor had accidently dropped him into his own mother's drink bottle.

He found the courage to gaze up out of the window and saw... his old babysitter? Except she too, was now a giantess. His first childhood crush, Misaki, was now towering over him, incomprehensibly beautiful and statuesque. Her lips were moving and it was clear she was talking to someone, but all the words were muffled to Jeremy inside the capped bottle. He could only see down to her knees, so he must be perched on top of a bench.

Misaki lifted up her hand and waved goodbye to another giantess. She looked down to the bench and lifted up her leg, tilting her foot back and flexing back her toes. Jeremy admired the long, supple, pale sole of the asian girl before it rushed down near him, slamming into the bench. She was only putting on her socks, but she had just rocked his entire world without knowing it.

There they were. Right in front of him. Misaki's perfect, natural toes, neatly aligned in a row before him. They wiggled and scrunched as they were compressed by a large part of the girl's weight. The toes rose up off the bench and the arch followed promptly, revealing to Jeremy that creamy, plush, wrinkled sole once again. He would have given anything at that moment to be able to touch them again. He was reminded of his early childhood, back in the day when Misaki had been responsible for babysitting Eleanor as well as him. He loved to steal looks at Misaki's feet in church, sunday school or around the house.

One night, during a thunderstorm, Jeremy and Eleanor had been so frightened they would not leave Misaki's bed in the guest room. Misaki was only a young teen at the time but for all her seriousness, she knew how to calm down the kids. The bed was quite small, so Misaki came up with the plan that they would sleep next to eachother head to toe in order for the three of them to fit. 

Jeremy remembered that feeling of strange claustrophobia he had experienced, squeezed tightly between Eleanor and Misaki with his head down by their feet. He'd woken up in the middle of the night and could hear only the soft rain and the gentle breathing of the two girls. Eleanor's soft foot was pressed firmly against his cheek. He turned his head over and saw Misaki's moonlit soles stacked on top of eachother sideways, millimetres from his face.

She moved in her sleep and her feet pushed back, encasing Jeremy's entire face in their plush warmth. He had gotten lost in her wrinkles and reassuring foot scent that night. His nose was pressed so firmly into the high arches of his babysitter's sleepy feet that all he could breathe and smell was her natural odour, while the rest of his face was moulded into her doughy, squishy soles. There was no way that his face could get physically closer to Misaki's feet and there was no escape from their unaware embrace.

Jeremy couldn't possibly forget those fantastic arches that had contoured to his face, and probing toes that had explored his face all night long while their owner slept soundly.

There would never be another opportunity like that...

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A giant pair of graceful hands with long, pretty fingers swooped around the raised foot and cocooned it in cotton, causing Jeremy to snap back to the present as he witnessed Misaki putting on a clean sock.

He didn't have much more time to admire the view, due to another hand seizing his drink bottle prison from behind and raising it into the air. The giant fingers and palm flesh squashed up against the small window he was leaning against. 

Jeremy looked up in fear to see his giant, unaware mother. She looked determined and confident. He tried to look ahead to see where she was going. 

A drinking fountain and water tap lay dead ahead.

Jeremy's eyes shot open and his paralyzed body retched and heaved. Out of his mouth came a jet of water and his memories began to return as his body automatically coughed and recovered. He had been sitting in his mother's drink bottle at the gym near the treadmills, casting his eyes upwards in fear as the cap clicked open. A tap had blasted water down into the chamber with the force of a waterfall, striking him and sending him spinning and churning throughout the bottle.

Cold water. Rising higher and higher until his face went under. The bottle was now full, with no empty space inside. Spinning, floating and...music? A loud but dulled beat could be heard through the water. Tremors and shocks created pulses in the water around Jeremy as he floated past a clear window in the bottle to see the outside world. 

Two shapely, smooth looking thighs attached to long, tan, legs. Two enourmous female hands, bent at the elbows, alternating backwards and forwards in time with the tremors. Above those... white, rounded, breasts struggling to be restrained by a tight fabric. Crashing down against eachother in waves, swaying side to side like a pendulum and shooting forward one at a time with the arms...Jeremy was mesmerized and losing oxygen rapidly. Beads of sweat glistened on the skin and dribbled down into the curved gap between them.

The right hand of the giantess opened and moved forward to seize the drink bottle, squeezing it tight and lifting it in an arc up to her face. A giant thumb flicked open the cap and tilted the bottle down to a panting, open mouth to maximise the amount of water it would receive. 

Jeremy's life was fading fast, but through squinting eyes he could detect a circular light ahead, which seemed to be getting closer. Closer and closer...

THUD! His shoulders collided with hard plastic. Huff, puff, *GASP*! He could breathe! His tiny head was poking out of a nozzle while water surged past him on all sides. Jeremy looked down and saw his mother's giant face approaching, with pretty eyes focused away from him and a wide open mouth, receiving the torrent of water below.

The liquid poured down over the curved, pink tongue and was funneled down towards the back of the mouth where it splashed against Felicity's tonsils, throat and uvula. *GULP* *GULP* *GlUCK*

Her tongue rhythmically pressed against the hard palate on the roof of her mouth and portions of water were gulped down while her mouth remained open, endlessly thirsty. *GLUG* *GLUG* *GLUG*

Still, the bottle moved ever closer towards the mouth, while jeremy lost control and released his bladder in fear. Felicity's plump lips began to form an 'O' and sucked the drink nozzle into them, plunging Jeremy's head into his mother's thirsty mouth. 

There was suddenly a great amount of suction, and Jeremy's head felt strange. His ears popped he felt his shoulders begin to slip against the sides of the nozzle. *GULP* *GULP* *GULP* Rapidly swallowing the water, Felicity was also breathing steaming hot breath onto Jeremy.

In his state of paralysis from the Shrink Cycle Jeremy could do nothing to stop his shoulders slipping forward out of the nozzle. His body soon burst from the nozzle with a great deal of water and soared over a row of sharp, white teeth, going 'splat' face down atop Felicity's wide tongue. Without losing momentum Jeremy continued to slide towards the back of the tongue, fully experiencing Felicity's silky taste buds gliding over his smothered face and genitals.

The taste buds grew in size towards the back of the mouth and jostled Jeremy's head upwards before Felicity's heavy, lubricated, hanging uvula slammed into his face. It quivered but was not enough to stop Jeremy's movement.

His mother prepared to swallow once more...

...but she was not prepared for that sudden release of the bottle blockage. Her tongue tensed, rose up between Jeremy's legs and pressed him against the firm, slippery roof of her mouth.

*GLUCK!!!*

He was suddenly pressed back and embraced between Felicity's pair of squishy, tissuey tonsils before he fell down into Felicity's throat with great speed and found himself stuck against a mucous-covered elastic flap.

Water gathered around him in the dark, trapped in the dark, shaking confines of the fleshy throat.

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Felicity was breathing hard but in a steady rhythm so as to build her endurance on the treadmill. In one smooth motion she opened her bottle and lifted it over her head as she knew she would likely drain the entire thing after her short, intense cardio. She briefly poured water into her mouth but changed her mind and began to drink normally so as to not create any spills on the equipment. 

With her lips sealed tightly around the bottle she had almost finished it when a large amount of water suddenly hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex.  She lowered her head and the bottle and began to cough up the water before looking around in case anyone saw her, obviously embarassed.

Felicity stepped down off the treadmill and with bottle in hand, headed for the free-weights section of the gym.

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Jeremy's head was reeling and his ears were ringing from an explosive noise. There were remnants of mucous on his face and he realised that he had been coughed back down into his former bottle prison. If he hadn't luckily irritated his mother's epiglottis he would most certainly be deep inside Felicity's toned abdomen right now, a tiny protein-rich boy for her body to consume.

There was much less water in the bottle now. As he sat slumped against the wall the water came up to his chest.

All of a sudden he spotted his mother's gym shoe slam down with a mighty boom just beyond his window to the outside world. Felicity's fingers curled around the bottle and blocked off his view as he was raised up and carried back to the change rooms. From her bag Felicity opened a bag of protein powder and used a scoop to pour a serving down into her bottle. She clicked the lid shut over the nozzle.

Suddenly Felicity rapidly shook the bottle, pumping her fist up and down to mix the powder while she walked out of the gym towards her car. Jeremy painfully collided with every wall.

When the movement stopped and the liquid settled round him all Jeremy could taste and smell was a rich, creamy, salted caramel flavour. He thought he could see a giant steering wheel in front of him through the clear window on the other side of the bottle. Felicity's sweaty, ample inner thighs were visibly squashed against the bottle on all sides except for directly in front of Jeremy, where he could see the bottom of a steering wheel.

The bottle cap above him abruptly flicked open once more and Jeremy heard his mother begin to hum a cute, soothing tune to herself.

Jeremy spotted a long but thin, clear, hollow cylinder slowly lowering down into the liquid in front of him. His eyes followed it down as the tip entered the protein shake. Hypnotically, the object began to move in circles around the walls of the bottle, gently stirring the drink further and pushing about the small layer of creamy froth and foam floating on top. He began to get sleepy from his oblivious mother's humming as she prepared her drink.

Jeremy was now calming down and knew it wouldn't be long before his mother found and rescued him. He was safe now, and Felicity would soon slurp up the protein shake with her straw so he couldn't nearly drown again.

The straw circled closer to Jeremy and ominously... it stopped above him.

He wasn't too worried, it looked much too small for his body to fit inside.

There was no way he could predict what was about to happen.

Felicity released her fingers from the straw and reached out to turn the car's ignition key, causing the engine to roar to life. Anxious to get home and check on her son, Felicity slowly reversed out of the carpark then roughly pumped the accelerator pedal with her sweat-drenched sneaker. The drive back home wasn't too long, so she'd have time to refuel her body with protein and maybe listen to a few songs on the radio.

With two eyes focused on the road and one tongue slowly licking her lips in thirst, Felicity took one hand off the steering wheel and grabbed her bottle from between her bare legs. With a practised movement, the young, athletic mom started to move the straw towards her mouth.

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After Felicity let go of the straw, it sunk into the liquid before the tip came to a rest in Jeremy's lap, trapping his genitals tightly within the plastic cylinder. Jeremy would have gasped and screamed had he not been paralysed from the Congenital Systemic Shrink Cycle.

All he could do was move his eyes and panic. The car was now moving and it seemed to be getting darker. How long had it been since his mother had stopped humming? The darkness intensified until his mother's giant hand wrapped around the bottle, blocking off most of the light, and raised his prison up into the sky.

Desperately, Jeremy raised his eyes up to see the tip of the straw extending through the roof of the bottle. His mother's face moved into view, frighteningly large and close up, especially since he was looking from an angle directly below her chin. Her eyes were narrowed, focusing intently on the road, but still he seemed to be moving closer and closer to her beautiful face.

Above him now were Felicity's two plump lips, her tongue sweeping over them leaving a trail of sticky saliva. Her deep, dark nostrils flared from time to time, perhaps due to the sweet smell wafting up from the bottle.

His mother's large, bright eyes suddenly flickered and looked down, seemingly right at him. Jeremy felt the smallest he had ever felt in his life when those  beautiful eyes stared down the length of the nose and failed to recognise him down in the darkness of the bottle.

All too quickly the eyes found what they were looking for and locked onto the tip of the straw. Felicity's pink, cavernous mouth hungrily opened wide and snapped shut around the straw with a barely audible 'OMM' sound.

She pressed her lips tightly together around the straw,

and began to suck.

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The air inside the straw immediately vanished into Felicity's mouth and throat, causing a popping pressure that inflated Jeremy's genitals to maximum stiffness and fullness in less then half a second.

He tensed up as the straw tightened around his privates. All the protein shake within surged upwards, beginning its journey through Felicity's digestive system. The straw then released him and allowed more liquid inside as his genitals slumped down, before being pressure vacuumed up into a state of unbearable hardness over and over again.

The extreme pulses of sudden pressure squeezed and pulverized his gonads. His dick was straining and his hips repeatedly were sucked tight up against the base of the straw, preventing his body from shooting up the straw.

Felicity hummed along with one of her favourite pop songs on the radio as sipped on the straw. Her gentle sucking movements were moving the straw slightly up and down. For some reason she didn't seem to be getting as much liquid up the straw as usual. Maybe she didn't mix enough water in?

Felicity released the straw from her lips and finally released her breath with her epiglottis, making an 'Aaah' sound while exhaling. She shoved the bottle between her thighs again as the traffic light turned green and used both hands to turn the steering wheel. With one hand she reached down between in front of her legs and adjusted her tightly fitting yoga shorts which had been giving her a major wedgie and gotten sucked into her crotch. 

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Jeremy, feeling quite used and abused, was relieved when the bottle finally lowered. He could feel something tingling in between his legs, like some sort of buildup occurring. Looking out the one clear wall of the bottle he could see that he was now facing his mom, or rather, a mind-blowing bulging pussy at the intersection of some sweaty thighs.

His breathing grew faster as this was something he'd never seen before. From behind some thin yoga shorts, two swollen vaginal lips pressed against the bottle's side, highlighting their shape. They smashed against the bottle with each small bump in the road, threatening to engulf him. Some fabric had gotten caught between them, which must have been uncomfortable for his mother.

Almost as if on queue, one of felicity's enourmous pointer fingers pushed its way into the small vertical gap between the pussy lips and journied downward. When it reached the base of the goddess-like cameltoe it plunged inside and gripped the fabric with the help from a thumb above, then pulled it out with a wet snap.

Jeremy was confused, but aroused at what he had seen. His fear returned his mom's hand opened wide and grasped his prison once again, raising the straw to her mouth.

Through the open bottle cap Jeremy witnessed his mother's lips seal shut over the straw and begin to pump air out once again. This time he could see his mom's cheek bones were drawn in tightly as she used her cheek muscles to provide greater sucking force. His entire body seized up from the sudden repetitive suction on his penis and he went into uncontrollable spasms while his hips rapidly pumped and bucked into the straw against his will.

This time Felicity was successful in sucking up her drink, which flowed up the straw around Jeremy's genitals with the force of a raging current before erupting from the end and splashing all over the interior of her mouth. Her humming was causing powerful vibrations which he felt with his member at the bottom of the straw.

Finally, his fluids began to leak out of him whereupon it was immediately slurped up. 

Felicity sucked and sucked and sucked, like a pressurized hose, enjoying the extra creamy, salted caramel protein shake.

Jeremy saw the giant lips curl with pleasure as his mother rolled the sweet yet salty drink around her mouth and over her tastebuds, enjoying his fresh milk.

She continued to harvest the fluid from his super sensitive shaft, urging his seed up into her mouth as she literally sucked it out of him, unaware. *GULP* *GULP*

Felicity kept a steady pace, providing a constant flow of the delicious drink to her throat, while also accidently ensuring that Jeremy was always stimulated. *GULP* *GULP* *GULP* *GULP*

Jeremy could feel something deep within his balls being violently upwards. The swollen orbs of his sac rose in place and the skin tighteneed. With each rhythmic suck, more seed was unnaturally pushed through the thin, inner tubes.

With his tongue lolling out from the intense physical ordeal Jeremy kept shooting and spurting until he lost count how many times he had ejaculated.

The gentle contortions of her lips continued long after Jeremy had been milked dry, nearly causing him to have a seizure from how sensitive his genitals had become from the prolonged stimulation.

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It took him a while to come to his senses but when he did, he discovered that the bottle was now empty of liquid and he had survived, although he was only semi-conscious. The rumbling of the car engine faded away and the bottle was carried back inside the family house, giwhere his young sister Eleanor was looking all over for him.

Before he passed out from the ordeal, Jeremy felt his body tingle and he began to shrink once more.

Eleanor had searched the kitchen high and low after her mom left for the gym, before eventually coming to the conclusion that Jeremy must have gotten trapped inside their mother's bottle. She had been so close to having Jeremy within her grasp, to play with him and examine his teeny tiny body up close with curious, exploring fingers.

Eleanor simply had to find him before their mother did, or she would be in big trouble.

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Felicity entered the house and gently shut the door behind her. She placed her gym bag down on a kitchen chair and put her bottle on the counter next to the sink. She then walked into the bathroom and hooked her thumbs into the wasteband of her tight yoga pants, gliding them down over her thighs and knees down to the floor. Her soft, muscular glutes settled down on the toilet seat and she let her bladder go, releasing all the water she had drunk at the gym.

With a small moan of relief she kicked off her gym shoes and peeled off her sticky, wet socks with her dexterous toes, which she then spread and scrunched repetitively. She pressed her tired soles down into the luxurious, plush bathroom mat and rubbed them back and forth, relieving some of the tension.

When she was finished on the toilet Felicity made her way over to the lounge-room where she propped up a pillow at one end of the couch and lay down on her back. Luxuriously stretching her hands above her head and madly wiggling her toes, Felicity opened her mouth wide to loudly yawn and enjoy a little rest and relaxation.

Blindly reaching behind her head to the side-table, Felicity snatched up an old MP3 player and turned it on. She pushed the earbuds into her ears and began a playlist of her favourite songs, pointing and flexing her long, dextrous, toes to the beat. 
Just down the hall, unbeknownst to anyone, a sneaky little girl was making her way from her bedroom to the kitchen. 

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With her eyes on the prize, Eleanor made it to the kitchen and silently unscrewed the lid of the water bottle. She loomed over the bottle and lowered her face directly over it, scanning the inside for her sick brother.

She almost didn't see him, but there he was. Stuck to a side wall like a starfish, naked, and absolutely splattered with frothy cream and some sort of milky slime. Eleanor tried to judge how big he was now. He looked to be the size of a jelly-baby candy.

Unconsciously, she ran her soft tongue over her top lip and extended a delicate thumb and forefinger into the bottle. He was too small and slippery to hold properly so she decided to pinch his head between her fingers.

Eleanor's large fingers unknowingly squished and smushed Jeremy's face tightly into her fleshy fingerpads before coming together like a vice and squeezing very tightly on his head. She pulled her fingers back and with some force Jeremy's body began to peel off the wall with a sticky squelch. His arms, legs and penis detached from the sticky wall with many a squelch and pop. 

Having successfully extracted her brother, Eleanor gently raised her small, paralysed sibling up to her face and saw that his eyes were closed. Quietly, Eleanor pursed her lips together and blew a gale of hot, steamy breath into Jeremy's face. The powerful torrent of smelly saliva, milk and cereal scented morning breath awakened Jeremy from his state of unconsciousness and his eyes opened in fear.

He was greeted by the sight of his teen sister's cute blue eyes, unfathomably large and staring directly at him from above. It was unnerving how they had locked onto him. As Eleanor moved him closer to her curious, sparkling eyes he could see the young girl's iris and pupils adjusting in size to better view and focus on his miniscule form.

He lowered his gaze down to her nose, where two dark portals leading into slimy tunnels flared and twitched. Eleanor's nostrils hovered above him as she looked down the length of her nose to focus on her brother. Below the cute, girly, nose, and directly in front of him was the largest mouth he had ever seen, slightly opened to suck air in and out. 

He realised he had been placed in the middle of his sister's soft palm, where he was nestled into a large palm crease, sinking into the bouncy, smooth skin. Jeremy still felt sticky, so he knew it hadn't been long since he was inside his mother's drink bottle. Now, he had to contend with another giantess.

This scary giantess was his own younger sister, a typical girl who liked to dance and sing but had a bad habit of eating too much candy. The little girl's size was now beyond comprehension.

Eleanor scrunched and wriggled her toes in excitement before bearing her teeth and terrifying braces to her brother. He was then completely unprepared for when she quickly opened her mouth wide and snapped her teeth shut just in front of his face multiple times.

*CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP*

She seemed to be acting playful, not realising how terrifying her goddess-like size was.

Jeremy almost wet himself in fear! He could see bits of cereal stuck in between Eleanor's teeth and lodged in her braces. Looking passed a dozen thick, oozing and dripping strings of saliva connecting various parts of her mouth, Jeremy could see that there was a lot of cereal pressed into her back molars which had been mashed flat onto the tooth. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was now small enough to end up with the same fate inside Eleanor's mouth. 

Suddenly the world caved in around him as Eleanor curled her fingers tightly around him to hold his body. Her petite, fleshy thumb dwarfed Jeremy as its pad pressed firmly into his face, moulding around his features and cutting off his oxygen. Her smell was everywhere as he was squeezed impossibly hard into her cushiony palm and constricted by her coiling, nimble fingers.

Held upside down, Jeremy could see his little sister's cute, elegant, truck sized feet and toes lifting and slamming down onto the floor below as they covered great distances in huge arcs, powerfully compressing against and peeling off the kitchen floor.

He was completely helpless, with as much independence as a doll in the hands of the young giantess.

Eleanor hopped and skipped out of the kitchen, unaware of the brutal squeezing and torture she was inflicting on Jeremy with her tiny hands. She navigated through the hallway and emerged in the living room area, where there were several bookshelves, a TV on a stand, and a comfortable, lengthy couch.

Her pretty mom was laying down on the couch, her large bare soles and scrunching toes on full display in front of Eleanor. She looked to be enjoying some music and was smacking the sides of her feet together at the end of the couch to a steady beat.

"Oh. Hey sweety!" said Felicity, noticing Eleanor out of the corner of her eye. "Would you mind bringing me a snack from the cupboard? I'm always starving after i go to the gym."

Eleanor groaned inwardly but kept her composure. "Yea...No worries mom". She walked back into the kitchen, dragging her feet the whole way.She eventually opened the cupboard, pushing aside a bag of her lollies to get to her mom's snacks. Grabbing a packet of cashew nuts, she suddenly froze as a wicked idea entered her mind.

Biting her lip and pulling her eyebrows down together she quickly worked to put her plan into action. Her mouth went dry as she worked and prepared the snack bowl, in a daze of excitement and nervousness.

Before she knew it she had re-entered the lounge room with the bowl of nuts, on edge, due to what she was about to attempt. She couldn't look down at the bowl, she knew if she did she might not go through with it. 

Felicity watched her daughter walk up to the couch and present the bowl. "Thank you so much El...That's very kind of you", she said gently while removing her earphones. She began to lift her head in order to sit up.
"It's OK, stay there!, said Eleanor quickly. "No need to get up".

Eleanor delicately placed the small bowl onto Felicity's chest.

"Wow! That's the life!, exclaimed Felicity, gazing down the length of her nose at the bowl.

"Cashew nuts and some of your favourite jelly-baby candy! What would i do without you...It's really sweet of you to share those...You probably eat too many of them anyway, hahaha", Felicity chuckled.

Felicity plunged her fingers into the bowl and before Eleanor could see what her mother had grabbed the small piece of food was already inserted into her mouth.Eleanor's heart raced and she froze, barely realising that Felicity had extended her arms up towards Eleanor and pulled her head in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

Right up close to Eleanor's ear, Felicity's jaw slammed shut and began to chew and grind up her snack with a series of small pops and crunches. While they embraced, Eleanor couldn't see but she could feel her mother's cheek against her own, aggressively chomping up and down.

The crunching and grinding scared her however... Did her mother just eat a cashew nut or was it her little...?

Felicity embraced her daughter more tightly and Eleanor momentarily forgot her plan as she enjoyed the motherly affection. 

Eleanor was startled by a loud sob in her ear, and realised her mother was crying. She tried to move her head to the side to get a closer look at the bowl of food on her mother's chest but it was just out of her view. Eleanor lowered one hand to her mother's shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze while still in the awkward, tight, embrace.

Felicity responded by drawing her daughter in closer and hugging her even more tightly, nuzzling eleanor's face closer to her body.

In a muffled voice Eleanor tried to console her mother. "Whats the matter mom? Just a moment ago you were so happy". Her ear was now squashed against her mother's neck, just off centre.

What happened next caused her to freeze and experience immediate regret. She felt her mother's neck muscles shift and tighten against her ear as they seized upwards preparing to do something.

There came a powerful *GLUCK* from deep within Felicity's throat and before she knew it, the neck muscles had swallowed and were relaxed again. Eleanor was shaken. She needed to take back the food bowl from her mom before she caused something even more terrible to happen.

"I've been worried about your brother, and his condition", admitted Felicity.Eleanor tried to break the hug, "Mom, I..".Felicity wouldn't let go, keeping one arm wrapped around her daughter from the couch. "Please! I just need a long hug".

Eleanor was forced to relax and just accept it, nervously darting her eyes around and counting the seconds. She heard a small suction sound in between sobs, as if Felicity had popped one of the jelly-baby candies into her mouth.

"He's going to be alright, mom", said Eleanor. "Before you know it he'll be back to normal. You'll be really good at taking care of him and you know it".

Felicity's jaw moved methodically up and down close to Eleanor's face, urgently sucking on the object in her mouth with tight cheeks for some sort of relief and to help cheer her up. It wasn't long before her teeth and throat went to work on the morsel, grinding it up then sending it down through her tubes into her grumbly belly. Eleanor tried to relax her mom and was forced to listen to several more nuts and candies get devoured by her weeping mother.

"I better go check on my brave boy", said a more composed Felicity.

Eleanor finally escaped the hug and looked over at the bowl balancing on her mother's sweaty chest, praying it wasn't too late. 

That was indeed the case. The proof was on Eleanor's horrified face, reflected back up at her from the empty bowl.