It was a day like any other. You were in your tiny little area that your mother had created on top of her nightstand. She had even made a rudimentary place for you to go to the bathroom at anytime.
Your days have been filled with boredom and anxiety. Staying here, trapped to yourself, all you could do was think of all the way is that your mother would eventually use you. You knew that your mother had a vore fetish so your concern was that you were going to end up right in her stomach. Especially since she had already told you that was where she wanted you to go.
She had promised you though that she wouldn't do that to you. Still, the idea was definitely in your mind and the idea of getting thrown into her great stomach was a fear that you had. Perhaps it wasn't a matter of if but when she did it to you.
Boom!!
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a giant footstep.
Boom!!
Boom!!
One of the massive giants was coming this way. Who would it be, you wondered. usually it was just your mother getting changed, watching a little bit of TV, or even sometimes eating in her bed.
As the door opened, you saw that it was indeed your giant mother. She had her hair done nicely and a soft but reserved look on her face. There was something on her mind.
Usually she would just sit in her bed or play with her phone if she was deep in thought but this time however was different, as she came right to your little area. You watched her as she was dressed with a purple top with lots of revealing cleavage. Her absolutely massive breasts hovered over you and the flesh look almost as if it was about to pierce out of her clothing.
That shirt was definitely a little too small for your mother.
She pushed her hips forward and placed her hands on her equally tight jean shorts that she was wearing. You could see a lot of her big thick hips as she stared down at you.
"Daniel, I know it's been a while since we last spoke." Your mother said as she brought her finger down to your little area. She started to touch you a little bit with her huge finger. You grabbed back onto the tip of her finger and squeezed it tightly like you were hugging an actual person. It felt nice.
"I really wanted you to be my little pet. To play with, to hold, and to do whatever I want with. This is what I've always wanted. The problem is that you are just so small, sweetie. the kind of things that I have in mind for you are just so dangerous that I don't think you're going to last very long."
Your mother began to playfully poke your little body as you hugged her. The big finger gently stroked up and down on your tiny little naked body.
"You made this decision though. You are the one who shrink himself to be with me. You also know about the. . . ideas that I have when it comes to little people. So. . . "
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