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After enjoying some time together the night before, Lexy and Chris take the bus to her mother's house. With any luck, she'll be able to reverse this nightmare. Or, so they hope.


Tags: [Friends Mom] [F/m] [Dehuminization] [Humiliation] [Introductions] [Careless]

Chris, 1:05 PM


The door swings open, and you're greeted by the definition of a stay-at-home mom. It's a big shock and a complete reversal from the image you had nestled deep in your brain. For some reason, you'd built her up differently in your head. You pictured someone more reserved and perhaps somewhat gothic? However, the person at the door is anything but. She doesn’t look any different from the typical soccer Mom. Although, despite her rather suburban appearance, her presence is powerful. You can tell she's in charge even at the quickest of glances. Additionally, you'd been led to believe Lexy's Mother would be in her mid-forties, but she looks much closer to her mid-thirties if anything.


Her eyebrows are sharp, cutting through the initial discomfort as she waves a cheerful hello. It's accentuated with brown eyes that smolder with so much intensity it makes you somewhat nervous. Still, she beckons with enough confidence that your friend dumbly steps inside. One look at her face tells you her general attitude, reeking of arrogance. This was somebody who thought herself higher than you. More experienced in both the occult and the world.


"Come on in, sweetie!" She says, not acknowledging Alexis as she presents you awkwardly. Uncomfortable, your friend cups her hands back over you, providing that added level of protection before following her Mother obediently inside.


The two of you walk for a while, the curtain of Lexy's hand finally lifting away as you're carefully deposited on the round wooden table. The two giant beings sit down, planting their immense rears into the wooden chairs far outside your view.


Lexy's mother lets out a sigh of relief, glad to be off her feet. She looks physically worn down, almost as if she'd been doing plenty of running back and forth this morning. No doubt she had to rush home to accommodate you. Something you’re incredibly grateful for.


Without warning, she places a hand uncomfortably close to you, her fingers and palm slapping down against the wood with tremendous force. You laugh nervously, the reaction nearly instinctual as the impact touches down only inches away, and the wind generated by the motion pushes at you. It isn't turbulent enough to sweep you off your feet, but it's ferociously intimidating. Her unpainted but well-kept nails tower above you, looming as if to remind you of your place in this conversation.


"How's college these days, hun?" The gigantic mother asks innocently, deciding to tap her fingers against the table, each drum beat against the wood making you wince.


"Oh, it's going pretty well. I just got a ninety-eight on that last test for linguistics." Alexis boasts with a hint of well-earned pride.


"Is that so? And you're still doing well running these little errands for your mite of a boyfriend? You haven't missed any classes?"


"Um," Alexis shifts around uncomfortably as her Mom moves to stand up. The impossibly fast blur turns to the counter where several glass cylinders sit. Still taken aback by the sudden assault on her school performance, your friend doesn't have the presence of mind to object as her mother brings them over to the table.


The matriarch shoots you a sneer as her daughter looks away bashfully, giving her ample opportunity to place the empty glass directly beside you. You're knocked clear from the force, only to be rattled further as a pitcher of pink liquid impacts nearby.


Before you have a chance to stand up, a massive pink waterfall pours into the nearby cup, "Let me get you some lemonade!" She carefully dumps what feels like gallons upon gallons of the sugary substance. It's an incredible sight.


Humbled by the spectacle of a mother pouring simple refreshments, you continue to stare, glued to her every action as she moves to a second glass, filling it to the rim. It's ironically very similar to when you'd slept over at friends' houses in middle school. A sickeningly polite mother making sure everybody is comfortable and supplied. But this was far from comfy.


Her Mom feigns confusion, "Oh dear, I need to stop spacing! I'm so out of it, I started pouring your friend some!"


Even Lexy laughs, "Yeah, I don't think he'll be able to drink that, Mom. Even a thimble would be a little much for him right now." They both share a giggle at your situation, something that mildly irks you, but whatever. With some luck, you'd be taller than both of them soon enough.


"Here's the deal, Alexandra," She says, making your friend straighten up at the use of her full name. "I'm very disappointed in you, letting some boy get in the way of school."


"Mom, I-" Lexy tries to interject, although she’s quickly shut down by her Mother.


"But, I'm going to help you. On one condition: You go back to classes starting tomorrow morning." It's a demand, something Lexy is given no opportunity to question. You expect bold resistance from Alexis. Hell, maybe the two of you would leave altogether in the face of this ultimatum. 


“Understood?” Her Mom asks simply. There are a few moments of hesitation on Alexis' face as she takes a moment to process the conversation. Unease morphs quickly into relief as she leans across the table to pull her mother into a hug. 


Of course, you find yourself sidelined as the two share a moment. Truthfully, you couldn't be happier. You've never really been the touchy type, anyway. Not with strangers, anyway. Besides, getting mashed between the two of them didn't sound like any fun at the present.


Regardless, you’re stunned to see the weight of your friend's gratitude. You’d never even considered that she’d put her life, however briefly, on hold for you. To help you through this odd situation for which she is partially to blame. It only makes sense for it to haunt her. You feel more selfish than ever, throwing this stupid kink on someone who’d done so much for you. Hell, you didn’t even know if she’d like it! You just wanted to experience this world for yourself.


"Thanks. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't-" Her eyes start to well up as her mother embraces her harder. 


"Shhhh, it's okay, honey." Her Mother tenderly rubs her back. "Now, isn't it time you head home? You'll need some rest for school tomorrow, won't you?" Alexis looks down at you sheepishly. "I am pretty tired. I'm going to leave you with Mom, okay? She'll get everything fixed. She's extremely experienced with this stuff." She gives her mother a knowing glance before sharing a curt hug and waving you a hopeful goodbye.


While the pair head toward the door, you take a moment to look past the table and understand where you are. Obviously, you’ve found yourself in a kitchen and dining room combo sort of deal. The kitchen isn't anything special. The table in the middle, a spacious sink complete with a cute double window, and all the other essential appliances you'd expect. Everything is so new. Electric stove, a fancy extra wide fridge, it's no surprise. Lexy always was pretty well off. However, the walls are sprinkled with odd paraphernalia. Weird pictures of strange markings stand out along the walls that otherwise have only cheery pictures of Alexis’ Mom and the girls. Alexis' father is notably nowhere in sight.


"I'll stop by after classes tomorrow and check-in." No! You practically beg her not to leave you here alone. There’s something off, and you don't feel safe being left here! But once again, you’re foiled by your inability to communicate even the most straightforward concepts.


"Sounds good, honey. Rest up, okay?" Her mother cautions her in a caring tone.


Slam

Click


And just like that, you're alone in this incredibly vulnerable form with nothing short of a total stranger. Hell, you don't even know this lady's first name!


She slowly walks back over to the table, her eyes glued to you like a hungering predator. It's terrifying; the energy in the room is rapidly sucked out and replaced with something much more sinister. The mother brushes her hair to the side, staring at you with a smile that bled the same arrogance you'd picked up on earlier.


There's a light twinkle hidden just beyond her hair, a petite diamond earring, one you suspect has a matching twin. She lords over you for a moment as if to further exacerbate her position over you. A sheet mountain of women. Her body is athletic, but from this angle, you can tell it's more superficial than you'd first been led to believe. 


You gather she's the kind of lady who did yoga and pilates before calling it a day. Nonetheless, Lexy's Mom is a behemoth to you, her shadow able to block out everything in your view. Finally, after letting you drink in her sheer size, she pulls up a chair before resting her backside.


"I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Susan," Susan. So that's who you were dealing with. Unsurprisingly, Lexy's few references to her mother carried no first names.


"But I wouldn't worry about names," She leans in closer, bringing her celestial-sized face right next to yours. Each pore is somewhat visible, and each stroke of her drying lipstick is apparent. It makes you sputter; the magnitude of everything is more than enough to induce mild panic.


"Instead, you should be thinking of a reason for me not to have you 'slip' into this pitcher of lemonade." She says innocently, letting a hand rest against her cheek.


What?


You don't understand, staggered to stupidity by Susan's blunt remark. Though it hardly matters. You can't answer, and Susan doesn't expect you to. "I'm only kidding, honey. Well, maybe I'm somewhat serious." She traces a finger dangerously across the table, circling you like a silent snake.


"I'm surprised at both of my girls! Letting someone in on our lineage like this!" Disappointment is prevalent in her voice. Clearly, Susan sees her relationship with Celia and Alexis much differently than the girls.


"I'm going to need to sit down with those brats! If either of them think this is even remotely appropriate, they have another thing coming!" Seething anger quickly turns back to exhaustion as she sighs, "What a headache you three made for me."


The head of the household looks at you with a devious twinkle in her eye. It's sudden and catches you off guard among her otherwise worn-down attitude. You're sure she'll be directing the brunt of her fury towards you any second now. But it never happens.


Instead, Susan rises up and wordlessly ushers you into her hand. Did she expect you to go along with her? Just like that? You're unsure, but what choice do you have? Stay on this table and starve? You doubt this titanic woman would even blink twice at your refusal, simply moving on with her day at your rejection. So, without any other options, you climb aboard, whisked away at speeds far faster than you're comfortable. She doesn't bother to shield you inside like Lexy had, even ignoring your constant tumbling across her open palm.


After plenty of vomit-worthy movements, you reach Susan's intended destination. The television clicks to life in the otherwise darkened living room, your ride navigating the various menus before putting something on that's already well underway from a previous viewing.


"So," She starts to say, awkwardly pulling her plain shirt off before laying on her stomach. "I've had a long day already, so why don't you help out? You look cute enough. I bet you know exactly where to hit, don’t you, lover boy? How about you work some of that charm, hmm?"


You're promptly deposited above a gray bra strap, and from the lack of further directions, you gather she's expecting you to get straight into it. What she hopes you'll accomplish at this size is a mystery to you. The plastic of her bra strap alone is about your height. Still, you do your best to run over to what you remember to be a relatively sensitive part of the back upper back, using your abysmally small hands to knead at her warm skin.


You're rewarded with a snort of amusement from your mostly topless vista, all your hard effort doing nothing more than providing a minor source of entertainment as she listens to whatever is playing over the television. You find yourself too focused on doing an exceptional job to give the images on the screen any attention. After all, your very survival hinged on somehow making a good impression on a much more experienced lady. Someone you wager is already somewhat difficult to make an impact on.


Susan closes her eyes and tries to relax, listening to the show blaring mindlessly in the background. You continue to knead, occasionally running to the opposite side to give proper care to her other shoulder blade. It repeats like this for some time, making you eventually wonder if she's forgotten all about you.


Finally, after a while longer, she interrupts the characters on screen, "I bet you have so many stupid questions right now. You men always do." She practically cackles before putting on a mocking voice. "She wouldn't get away with it!"


"I have, and I will, hon. I'm sure you’ve realized by now. People are always so observant when they get smaller. I guess it gives you shrimps an eye for detail." She rambles, dominating the already one-sided conversation with her confident demeanor. "But you probably realized we don't have any pictures of my late husband. Well, long story short, we didn't get along."


Susan smiles faintly, head tilted to the side as she faces the screen. Her eyes are still closed in relaxation. "You know, dear, they say shrinking is the easiest way to get rid of someone. And It can be quite poetic to boot!" She laughs, "That man could never get enough of my ass. It never mattered how harshly we fought; one sexy clothing change, and he was all over me."


The implication is startling. She's killed before? And Lexy had just up and left while you're in her clutches?! Your head is swimming with panic, wishing escape was on the menu. But it's a near impossibility at this size. Long ago, you’d stopped seeing that as a viable way to stay alive. Being away from a watchful eye like this is nothing more than an unavoidable fast track to an early grave.


"Fitting that I never found him. Don't get me wrong, I was planning on getting rid of that awful man, but the fun wasn't supposed to end with some light anal." She says rather casually. "You know, sometimes I really do wonder what happened to him. One minute he was tapped down on that toy, tight and secure. But my poor little hubby was gone the next time I looked down." She shakes her head dismissively. "I guess there's no use crying over lost toys."


Thoroughly intimidated, you throw even more behind the massage, mashing your hands with even more force against what you hope is a sensitive spot on the vast field of Susan’s back. Luckily, the enthusiasm is noted by the recipient of all your effort.


"Mmm, great job, sweetie. I can just feel you.” She responds affectionately but with a hint of teasing. “And while I'm sure someone who isn't the size of dryer lint could do a much better job, you get an A for effort, honey." She mocks, sinking further into the couch. You don’t let it get to you, instead opting to refocus everything to maintain your massaging output.


Eventually, amid your tiring and sweat-soaked kneading, you hear her breathing shift, more resonant and rhythmic. She's fallen asleep.


Your sore and cramping hands are mercifully allowed to stop, and you collapse across the smooth surface of her back. You take a hard look over the field of lightly tanned skin. Flickers from the pictures on the screen dance across her as daylight peters out.


With Susan out like a light, you're finally at liberty to take stock of the area. The very first thing you notice is how normal everything looks. Not girly like Lexys room, not grungy and gross like Celia's. Just the standard suburban look. 


The couch your host is fast asleep on looks relatively new, with soft brown material covering all the surfaces. If you hadn't been so close to this world the last few days, you'd never be the wiser of the witchy heritage lurking beneath the surface. But, supposedly, that's the point of this little facade they'd been living. A net of safety from the non-magic users of the world. But more importantly, it offered plausible deniability. Susan was right about earlier. If you disappeared, they wouldn't have the slightest suspicion. Shrinking? The police wouldn't take a claim like that seriously in a million years. And at this size, it wasn't like anything would be left behind…


You spend the time thinking, but sleep begins to call out after some time. The woman's breathing soothes you, making you slide into a deep sleep.

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