Mom gave her best shot to escape from my grip, but my fingers had a firm grasp on her body. "Matt, you are so grounded, you had better stop...hahhahhha!," I couldn't get enough of the tickling. It was adorable how her tiny feet kept trying to kick the brush away. As I leaned over to get a closer look at her, I forgot about the remote in my shirt pocket. It went off once I put some pressure on it. Of course it was pointed right at my small mom.
"Matt, not again!," Karen screamed. The beam hit her body and she became even smaller. I stopped tickling her feet and watched her shrink. She lost about half her height and was down to only five or six inches. My mom's eyes grew wide as everything in the room had doubled in size, including her son! In a high pitched voice she said, "Uh, okay Matt, we're done playing, this is getting a little freaky." She was trying to cover herself up and slowly crept away from me on the bed.
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