Mary was beyond livid.

How dare Emily kick her out of her son Ryan’s home! This was preposterous, it was insane, it was downright unthinkable. All Mary ever did was try and help keep her baby boy safe, and Emily was rejecting it! Because of what, some shrinky thing, just shows up and is all friendly with her?!

Mary huffed and puffed as she dragged her suitcase with her out of Emily and Ryan’s place. She knew a hotel she could stay in till she found her helpless little boy. Mary headed to her car and tossed her bags in the back of her vehicle as she stood there looking up at the floor where Ryan used to live. “Don’t worry baby,” Mary whispered as she shut the trunk of her car and headed to the driver's seat. “I’m gonna find you and keep you safe. No one is ever gonna hurt you again, mama promises.”

Mary, paced her room.  She didn’t know where to start, but she wanted to start somewhere and she wanted to start now. As much as she swore she knew her son and how close they were, she really didn’t really know him as well as she thought.  At least not for a long while. What Ryan did after work, who he partied with,  or who he drank with, was a mystery to Mary. She wished her son was more open with her, but sadly he wasn’t. Ryan hadn’t been as close as they used to be when he was just a kid or young teenager. It was like when he started to grow up, he started to leave her behind. The most she knew about her little Ryan was just a few small things. Ryan went to a gym after work or at least the last she heard he did. Mary could only assume he stopped going when he caught shrinkism, since there wouldn’t be any weights or equipment he could use, right?  Or was there a spot for someone his size to use the gym?

Mary sighed as she felt so out of touch with things nowadays. Back in her day, no one would have assumed a shrinky would go to a gym, now Mary didn’t know what people her son’s age or younger were doing. It was really shocking how things changed over the years. Still, Mary had to start somewhere, and usually, she heard that people at the gym were like another family or something. Maybe Mary’s  Ryan had a friend or two there that he might have gone to or talked to recently. It was better than waiting around and doing nothing.

Mary, having no leads or anything, decided it was the best course of action to head to the work out center her son went to. Maybe she could find out if Ryan had other friends he talked to or hung out with after work. Thankfully Mary recalled what gym her son attended. It wasn’t too far from the hotel room she was staying in now.

Heading over to the gym, Mary made sure to try and keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to get her hopes up and have them dashed away, along with any clue to where Ryan might have gone.

Pulling up to the fitness building, Mary saw that there was a decent number of cars there already. Hopefully that would help her with her search. Getting out, she headed to the front door and was greeted by one of the attendants there. Mary had to sign a few things and pay for a quick one-day pass. It wasn’t like Mary was gonna come back to the gym, she was just here to investigate something.

“Oh by the way,” Mary said before she left the young attendant. “I’m looking for-” Mary paused, did she use her son’s name? Maybe just leave it casual, “A Ryan… He should have a membership here-”

The attendant gave Mary a weird look, before saying, “Umm, well actually I’ve only been here for a few weeks, so I don’t know anyone by name. And I’m pretty sure, I’m not supposed to give out any information on anyone who does come here. You know, sort of our policy not to hand that stuff out.”

Mary wanted to roll her eyes at the younger person, acting like they knew everything. “Right, sorry.” Walking past the gym worker, Mary shook her head at how difficult they were being. It wasn’t like she was asking for someone’s personal information, it was only her freaking son she was asking about. Kids these days….

Heading deeper into the gym, she spotted lots of people of different ages and sizes doing workouts. Some lifting weights, others doing cardio or other stretches. Mary was shocked at some of the men that were working out. Although she wasn’t as young as some of the women here, it didn’t help that she got some gazes that helped boost her confidence in her figure at her curtain age. Just cause she was a mother, didn’t mean she still didn’t have it.  Maybe she should become a regular here, after she found her son of course.

Trying to decide where to go, Mary saw a sign for different rooms throughout the building. The one that said, YOGA, stood out for Mary. She vaguely recalled Emily or Ryan mentioning a Yoga class they did. Deciding that would be the best place to start, Mary followed the sign, turning a few corners, and coming to a classroom of women and a few men doing stretching. Mary watched as the group of people were busy following an instructor’s pose and motions. Not sure if this was the same yoga class or not, Mary figured she would give it a shot and check it out.

Waiting till the class looked to be done, Mary watched everyone starting to stand up and pick up the little yoga mats they were stretching on. Mary opened the door and walked into the classroom.

“Hello,” The teacher spoke, as she used a towel to dry off.

“Hi,” Mary replied. “Um, sorry this is a weird question but… is there a Ryan that used to come to this class?”

The teacher frowned and slowly nodded, “Yeah, well, kind of. I haven’t seen him in a while. Did something happen to him?”

Mary started to shake her head but stopped, “Well… Ryan’s my son. I’m shocked he didn’t tell you, but he caught shrinkism recently, actually.”

“Shrinkism…” She asked, looking confused as if Mary just told her that Ryan had grown wings and flew away. “I… didn’t think, wow, okay,” She was processing the news before continuing with Mary, “So you’re his mother. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jane.”

“Hi Jane,” Mary shook her hand.

“So did you come all this way to tell me about Ryan,” Jane asked, still a little shocked and perplexed.

“Well actually… I was wondering, have you seen him around recently…” Mary asked with hope in her voice.

Jane chuckled, “Considering this is the first time hearing about his condition…”

Mary let out a defeated sigh, “Sorry, you're right. That was stupid to ask. I’m just looking for him. I thought maybe he had some friends or I don’t know buddies that he would talk to or something?”

Jane slowly shrugged, “The only ones I knew he was close to were his girlfriend and work buddy. They usually hung out here. A few of the other ladies in class were friends with-”

Mary perked up at that last statement, “WHO?!”

Jane looked around and slowly called out, “Wendy, sweety can you come over here for a moment.”

Mary watched a middle-aged woman, younger than her, but older than Emily and Ryan. She looked like she had just done a marathon as she was still panting from her workout. “Y-yes,” She gasped as she stood there in front of Mary.

“You knew Ryan right,” Jane asked.

“Ryan… oh, yeah Ryan! What about him?” Wendy asked, looking between Mary and Jane.

Before Jane could interject Mary took over the conversation, “Have you seen him or talked to him recently? Ryan’s my son and he’s been missing for a while. Any information about him would help, anything at all,” Mary pleaded as she looked at Wendy with a look only a mother worried for a child could gived.

“I- I haven’t,” Wendy said, sounding a little uncomfortable talking about it. Just as Mary was about to leave, feeling no closer to finding Ryan, Wendy spoke up, “But, but my son… he might have.”

Mary perked up at the news, “Your son? That’s great, where is he?!”

Wendy again not looking comfortable as if someone might be listening, “Weeell, he’s close by.” Wendy slowly shuffled away, casually looking around the room at the dwindling people. It wasn’t till she made it to her gym bag and dug around before pulling something out, that Mary had a suspicion of what was going on. Wendy came back slowly opening her hand and showing her young son off.

“This is Bobby,” Wendy said softly, “Say hello to them…”

Mary watched the small shrinky say Hi. Mary was confused at first as she looked at the little child, “So, your shrinky son might have seen my Ryan?” Mary asked, watching Wendy holding Bobby. Wendy offered a weak shrug as she asked Bobby if he had seen anyone, shrinky-sized, around the gym.

“I don’t know if it’s,” Bobby frowned and gave a weak shrug, “A Ryan but there were a few shrinky guys hanging out behind the gym.”

“Behind the gym,” Wendy asked, sounding shocked, “How do you know this?”

Bobby just sighed, “Staying in your bag is so boring, sometimes I look around and explore while you're working out.”

Wendy looked horrified and shocked at the news. She started to talk to her son like he was committing a war crime. How dangerous and irresponsible that was to leave the safety of her workout bag. How things could have hurt or harmed him when she wasn’t around.

Mary, on the other hand, already had all the information she needed. Behind the gym, a group of shrinkies might know where her poor Ryan was. “Thanks,” Mary spoke as she headed out of the yoga class.

Before Mary left, Jane spoke up, “I’m sorry but,” She spoke, catching Mary off guard, “Your son, Ryan, if you see him. Can you let him know that we miss him? I’m sure that I can make some room or space for him to keep working out with us. Ryan has always been a welcomed addition to class. I’m sure some of the others wouldn’t mind him joining back with us, even with his…” Jane gave an awkward but forced grin, “Size impairment…”

Mary had no intention of letting her son join this awkward and weird Yoga class. He would be safer back home with her, where they could do their own work out safely in Mary’s home. “Sure, when I find Ryan I’ll let him know, but I’ll be honest with you,” Mary said as nicely as she could, “I’m sure Ryan won’t be coming back to your class.”

Jane slowly nodded at the weird response that Mary gave her.

“Good,” Mary gave a big smile, “Now, excuse me I have some shrinkies to talk to.” Mary left the yoga class not bothering to look back. That would probably be the last time she talked to anyone in that class, and so would Ryan, when she finally found her son.

It was harder for Mary to find the exit to the gym than she thought. She had to look around and ask a few people before she found the back exit to the facility. Mary prayed that Wendy’s shrinky knew what he was talking about. Slowly Mary swung open the door and walked out into the back alley of the gym. The grimy and dark lowly lit alleyway wasn’t something Mary was expecting, apparently this was the least clean place belonging to the Gym. Still, Mary had to look for Ryan, especially if there was a lead of someone back here that might know about Ryan.  Mary walked out the door and let it close as she glanced around. There were a few trash cans with garbage bags left off to the side overflowing with trash. Mary felt disgusted as she walked toward one end of the alleyway, looking around for any scampering and skittering “Creatures” that would be about shoe-crushing size. Mary swore she would stomp on the first thing that rushed her path, regardless of what it might be.

Mary shuffled into the darker parts of the back alleyway. Finally, she spotted three little small things huddled around what looked to be a half-eaten slice of pizza left out on a paper plate.  It looked like someone was feeding them, how nice but also repulsive, for now, they would always be looking for handouts.  Mary was heading in that direction and before she got halfway there the small shrinkies bolted under the nearest trash container.

“Wai-” Mary called out only to see them all vanish quicker than she could move.

Mary let out a huff as she made her way over to the last spot she saw. The annoyance in her was higher than before as she now had to squat down near the trash and speak at it, “I know you’re all down there… I just want to ask a few questions.”

It was silent for a few moments. Mary was about to speak again when someone spoke up, “Get lost!”

Mary grumbled this day was just getting more and more annoying for her. “I can’t, I’m looking for someone.”

Again, silence for a few moments. Finally, after a quick while, Mary got a voice calling out again, “Yeah, so what?”

Mary bit the inner cheek of her mouth before responding.  She needed to help calm down before she snapped at them for treating her like this.  “Soooo, I was wondering if you have seen him.”

“No we haven’t,” one of them responded, the same one from before. He sounded like the leader, or at least the one of the three willing to do the talking.

Mary held back her anger, “You haven’t even seen a picture or heard his name yet.”

“Doesn’t matter, We’re not talking to someone your size!”

Mary let out a gasp of shock. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Mary frowned and was about to try and push the giant trash bin out of her way when she took a deep breath, which smelled of trash. God, she hated it back here…

Getting some composure, Mary finally decided to try and do what all those cop shows and interrogation videos and movies showed. Play the good cop. Taking a calming breath of garbage, Mary finally spoke, “Well, is there anything I can do to change your mind? I mean, it doesn’t look like that pizza was gonna last too long, maybe I can get you some better food? Maybe a home-cooked meal?”

Mary thought it sounded like a good offer. Who wouldn’t want to eat some of her freshly made food? Only an idiot would turn down the offer. On that thought, Mary watched as one of the three shrinkies poked their head out from under the metal trash bin. He seemed to be examining her before heading back under the shadow of the can. Finally, Mary got her answer to the question she asked.  “I want to play with your boobs.”

Mary squatted there, blinking a few times. What…?

Mary must have misheard, “Sorry what did you just say-”

“Your big boobies, lady, I want to roll around and squirm in them! Let me play around with your mega milkers, and you got yourself a deal. I’ll spill the beans on WHOEVER you want to talk to us about.”

Mary was disgusted at this freaking freaky freak, wanting to touch her like that? Maybe the others would want something else?

Yet, the sounds of the other two shrinkies agreeing and laughing at the idea, only made Mary roll her eyes at the childish demand. These things were getting too cocky for Mary’s taste. However, if this was what it would take to find Ryan… so be it.

After the longest time, Mary let out a disgruntled sound as she agreed with the perverted tiny bastards, “Fine… you can play with my…” Mary had to sigh again, before saying the word, “Breast.”

No sooner did she agree, did she see those three tiny people racing out from under the dark green trash bin. All of them looked excited and thrilled like they were teens about to touch their first boob. Mary looked down at the small shrinkies and watched as they argued about who was first. Mary could hear them say something about “It was my idea, I should go first” and a few other things but finally one of them stepped forward. They looked proud like they just won the lottery.

“So you want to play with my…” Mary touched and jostled around her cleavage a little as she quoted the term they used “Fun bags….”

He quickly nodded delighted at Mary's offer. The shrinky was so excited, he stood out in the open waiting for Mary to give him a lift for access. Something that she was reluctant to do, as she wasn’t interested in letting some pervert touch her like this. However, she wasn’t in any position to say no, as her son was on the line. Slowly without the least amount of interest, Mary picked up the overzealous tiny person and brought him toward her massive knockers. Her mega mountain mashers were just below him, as she dangled the shrinky who looked more than impressed at the sight of her natural grand canyon. “You got five minutes,” Mary told him. “Then you’re gonna answer my questions, you got it?”

The shrinky nodded his head in response as he didn’t look away from the lands below, leading to Mary’s open crevice.  Mary couldn’t believe she was doing this but felt like she had to uphold her side of the bargain.  She lowered the small person toward her bosom. It was like lowering a quarter or a small cracker down there for safekeeping. The feeling of the warm body pushing into her bare exposed skin. Mary’s eye twitched as she was tempted to react to the funny feeling of a squirming little shrinky sliding between her meat melons. Her mammary glands twitched and itched as the stranger did his thing as he was slowly nestled into her chest area.

The fidgeting and squirming lasted for only so long before Mary heard, or more like felt, a voice call out.

“HEY! Can you press them together? You know, like give me a good squeeze!”

Mary looked disgusted and could only glare at the two small shrinkies not hidden in her boobage. They both looked at her with delightfully filled leering eyes. They loved every second of watching her push their friend in between her jugs. Mary shook her head as she spoke, “That wasn’t the deal-”

“Well, then the deals off, miss,” The tiny cried out. “I’m not telling you anything!”

Mary felt a growl growing in her throat as she was getting fed up with the demands he was asking. Grimacing in disgust and anger, Mary slowly brought her hands up to the side of her chest and gave them a gentle push.

“Ohhhh, oh yeah… that’s great,” The tiny moaned as he seemed to be enjoying himself more.

Mary slowly shook her head with an upturned lip. She hated this. It was not just humiliating, it was beyond disgusting, like picking up a bug off the street and putting it between her boobs. Her breasts were twitching and tweaking at the sensation of the creepy crawly thing squirming and moving around. Like a night crawler trying to find a way out. Mary felt her skin crawling at the thoughts. It was just enough to make her-

There was a startling scream as Mary heard the high-pitched sound of the tiny between her boobs let out a horrifying scream before a sudden splattering and popping sound was heard. Mary froze as she felt her hands pushing a little too hard on the side of her breasts. She looked down between her boobs, as she slowly pulled them apart to see the wet red web of goo left behind from her pervy shrinky stuffed down there.

Slowly Mary looked past her breasts back at the other two who looked just as horrified as she was at the sound the other one made moments ago. Their petrified and bleak white-looking faces told Mary they knew what happened to their friend.

Mary let out an annoyed sigh, “Shit, that was an accident.”

Mary didn’t leave them a chance to react as she darted down faster than the shrinkies could expect in their shocked state.  She snatched them up in both her hands, not giving either one a chance to run away.

“HELP SOMEONE HELP!” One of them screamed. “SHE’S GONNA KILL US HELP!”

Mary looked around casually and saw no one was in sight, it was just them. Mary rolled her eyes as she let that one make its silly noise before she squeezed hard enough that she felt something snap. Now the shrinky was making gasping and pained-filled moans about something breaking. She gave him a look as if he should have known better, “Well you shouldn’t have been screaming like that. We had a deal, not my fault, your friend or whoever ended up dead. He should have known better…”

Seeing that the one still complaining about his injuries wasn’t in any mood to talk, Mary turned toward the other one who was deathly quiet. He looked horrified and scared, “Please… please don’t hurt me.”

“I won't hurt you,” Mary said, sounding annoyed at this point, “But you better give me some answer to my questions.”

He nodded vigorously, “Yeah, yeah, of course!”

Mary opened her mouth to speak but the shrinky with its broken body was still wailing and crying. Mary turned toward him, “Will you hush up, I didn’t squeeze that hard.”

“I… I … can’t feel… my legs,” He complained, still crying.

Mary shook her head as she rolled her eyes trying to ignore him, “Anyway,” She spoke to the other less crying shrinky. “I'm looking for someone, his name is Ryan, he’s my son. He goes to this gym. Have you seen him?”

“I-” He started before the shrinky in her other hand let out a loud noise and another painful cry.

Mary looked at the annoying thing and gave an aggravated grunt, “Will you just shut up?” Mary gave her hand a small, tiny, little squeeze to emphasize her point. What Mary got was a harsh gurgling and grunting noise before there was a similar popping sound came from within her fist.  The shrinky was now a red goo in her hand.  

“Oh god, yuck… now I'm all messy. I’m definitely, gonna need a shower after this,” Mary complained, looking at the sticky syrup-like material in her hand

“OH JESUS!” the other tiny screamed seeing his friend die in her hand. Mary slowly opened her palm and let the remains fall before wiping her hand on her jeans.

“I just washed these the other day,” Mary muttered before cleaning her hand and turning her attention back to the panicked and freaking out shrinky in her grip. “Sorry about that, what were you saying?”

“YOU KILLED THEM? BOTH OF THEM YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS,” He screamed as he struggled against Mary’s grip.

Mary was finally at the last straw, “Hey! Listen here you little thing, I’ve spent all day looking for my little baby, and I’m not gonna waste any more time with you, so answer my question. Have,” Mary said, squeezing tighter and cutting him off from his cries, “SEEN,” Mary brought him closer to her stern-looking face, “MY SON, RYAN!”

It took a few moments but finally the shrinky shook his head, “No… I… haven't...seen… him… just my…. Friends,” He panted through the tight grip Mary had on him.

Mary looked at him with a glare and finally relaxed her grip, “God… so much time and effort for nothing.” Mary stood there in defeat as she thought of her next step. She could try the office Ryan worked at, but that might be hard to get in without a pass or visitor badge. Maybe Ryan had some other friends? But he never mentioned anyone to her. Was it normal for a son not to talk to their mother about that kind of stuff? Ryan had always been-

“Umm,” The shrinky in Mary’s hand brought her back to her thoughts. “I answered your question… please, can you let me go?”

Mary looked at him and nodded, “Yeah… you answered my question. Buuuuut,” Mary said as she brought the tiny to her face, “I can’t really let you go.”

“WHAT? NO NO NO WAIT WHY?!” He screamed in panic as he got closer.

“Well, sorry sweety, but I can’t have you talking to the cops or other people. I mean, I’m not made of money. Not like I can pay the fine on your two friends, and yourself… no, I think it’s better to cover this up right here and noooooooooow,” Mary said as she opened her mouth wide and showed the dark depths of her throat like a mighty monstrous void opening to swallow all before it.

“WAIT WAIT I FORGOT!” He screamed, “I KNOW RYAN, YEAH FUCKING RYAN HE COMES BY EVERY WEEK!”

Mary stopped, with the small shrinky almost on her tongue, “Really…. You do,” She asked, obviously not believing a word he was saying, but she figured she could humor him just a little fun. “Okay.  When did he shrink? I mean if you know him, you should know the age he shrank at, right?”

The tiny looked paler than a white bed sheet. He didn’t know. It was so clear, however, he took a shot in the fucking dark and said, “Twentyone!”

“Oooo,” Mary cooed, smirking at the wrong answer, “close, but actually it’s twenty six.”

“T-twenty six??? THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, NO ONE SHRINKS PAST THEIR-” Mary squeezed harder to shut him up as she just shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter, you were wrong so…” Mary didn’t finish her statement as she brought the shrink back to her face.  Not wasting any more meaningless time, Mary brought the gasping and crying shrinky into her mouth. Dropping the small body into her mouth was easy.  Swallowing was harder.

Mary wasn’t one to eat a shrinky, why she even did it was beyond her. Maybe it was to freak him out to speak the truth or something. Whatever the reason, he was on her tongue and she was so close to spitting him out. However, she needed to swallow him. Forcing her body to comply, Mary swallowed the squirming shrinky down her throat as she had the awful aftertaste of the shrinky in her mouth.

It was bad…

Mary kept from gagging as her mouth twisted up in a snarl. She focused on the only decent taste, pizza grease.

Finally after feeling the squirming and squiggly shrinky sliding down her esophagus, Mary coughed.

“God… so disgusting…” Mary spat out whatever nasty flavor out of her mouth and shuddered. Getting over the disgusting act she just did, Mary turned around and decided to leave. Her son wasn’t here. As disappointing as that was, at least she made sure her son wasn’t hiding back here with these things.

Mary felt a forced burp that rolled out of her mouth as she felt the shrinky slowly dissolving and turning to food in her belly. “Oh… ew…” Mary muttered burping once more before feeling everything go still and silent. Mary tapped her belly to get the last of the gas out before she spoke in confidence as she walked away from this disgusting alleyway, “Don’t worry Ryan, mommy’s on her way. I’m gonna find you baby, and mommy won't let you go no matter what...”