My first priority was finding out exactly how small I was right now and that meant stealthily making my way to the yardstick on the other side of the kitchen. That should be easy, right? My mom was busy reading the paper so no way would she pay attention to something tiny scurrying across the floor.
Wrong.
Clearly I was being far less sneaky than I thought because in no time flat Karen saw movement in the corner of her eye that caught her attention. Glancing slightly towards it revealed what appeared to be a doll running past so of course that'd make her want to investigate further. I barely made it halfway to my goal when the sound of booming footsteps came up behind me followed by a familiar voice from way up above.
"What the hell?"
I turned around just in time to see my behemoth of a mom dropping to her hands and knees to get a closer look at what appeared to be a tiny man in her kitchen. Karen was greeted by the sight of her shrunken son while I found myself staring in awe at the biggest tits I or any other man for that matter had ever seen. I really wish my mom would stop wearing low-cut tanktops around the house because while I struggled to find the right words to use if I were ever to bring it up with her it was all too clear just how incredibly stacked this woman was.
For a solid thirty seconds at least I stared in slack-jawed awe down the opening of cleavage so vast it felt like I was about to be swallowed up never to return at any moment. By the time I came to my senses enough to tear my gaze away my lower half was already responding to the stimulating view just to make this even more awkward. Looking up I saw the utterly confused face of my mom staring right back down at me.
"Matt? Is that really you? Why are you so tiny?" Her eyes then drifted down to my exposed crotch and her cheeks immediately went bright red at what she saw. "And why are you naked?!"
Immediately upon hearing that my hands darted to cover up my shame, but the damage was already done. Not only did she see my dick, she saw my dick getting rock hard at the sight of her. Feeling beyond embarrassed I forced myself to power on and focus on the important things here, like trying to explain to Karen just what the hell was going on. If that's even a good idea.
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