You continue your fight against the vortex of water swirling around the drain, bits of you continuously slipping away as the hot water rains from above. You can feel your body mass being reduced more and more, and you fear this may be the end. There would be no trace of you left for your family to find, just an empty shower.
Fighting with all your meager strength, by some miracle you manage to free yourself from the water's pull. You drag your melted, gelatinous body as far away as the edge of the shower before slumping against the cold wall, exhausted from exertion and terror. Who knows what might have happened to you had you gone completely down the drain?
The chilly shower wall counteracts the heat that melted you, allowing you to reform your human shape (although you don't understand how this body works yet, it luckily seems to know how to go back to it by default). The only problem is, with so much of you missing, you're not exactly... the proper scale; the amount of your body that escaped was only enough to rebuild a 2" tall version of yourself. Everything around you looks positively massive now; you almost don't recognize it from this perspective. You're gonna need to get some help.
Making sure to avoid the water still crashing down, you make your way to the shower door and squeeze yourself through the crack. You have to admit, this squishy body has some advantages, even at this size; you wouldn't want to be this size as a regular human, unable to reform your body or maneuver tight spaces. You take a few more moments to consider how lucky you are to have survived that ordeal, before hoping that your luck continues to serve you well, because you are certainly gonna need it. Your first order of business is to find your mom. Maybe she can help you get back to normal size.
As you begin your journey across the tile floor, lo and behold the huge bathroom door opens, revealing your mom still in her robe. "Steven, what kind of-- uh oh. Not again." The ground shakes as her huge bare feet cross the bathroom to the shower.
"Mom! I'm down here!" you call out, jumping up and down. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to see you. She stops in front of the shower, right above you, and reaches in to turn off the water. As you look up, you notice she's going commando under her robe, her moderately trimmed pussy on full display to you, not at all something you would've expected from your generally reserved mother. You're a bit ashamed that this view is giving you a boner.
"Well, he'll make his way back eventually like he always does," Gwen says to herself, watching as the last few dribbles of water slip away into the pipes. What does she mean by that? This has never happened before! And how could she be so calm about something like this?!
"MOM! LOOK DOWN HERE!" You scream as loud as possible, but she still doesn't hear you. You run toward the door to try to be ahead of her as she leaves, but it would appear that now is the time your luck is starting to run out. As she turns around to return to the kitchen, she still doesn't see you in front of her. Just before she gets to the door, you see a huge shadow loom over you, and before you can react-- !
SMUSH!
--she steps on you! Again, you count yourself very lucky to be made of goo right now; that would've been one very bad way to go. Like a wad of gum, your soft body sticks to Gwen's bare foot as she keeps walking, not even noticing you in the slightest. You try to cry out for her to notice you, but your mouth has been deformed again and you can't make a sound; however you do have the ability to taste, and you can very much taste the sole of her foot, which is not pleasant. You know your mom keeps clean, but feet are one of those things that can't help but be gross.
So now what, you think to yourself as you're rhythmically smashed against the floor and picked up again with your mom's footsteps. From your mom's reaction to your disappearance earlier, it seems in addition to being squishy, you've also stumbled into a world where you've gotten into predicaments like this regularly. You start to wonder how this could've happened... and you remember the witch. Could this be what she meant by a curse? It had seemed like a blessing up until the whole melting thing. Your family seems to know about your condition, so they could help you in the short term, but eventually you'll have to find that witch to really fix things.
Although it hasn't hurt, you're relieved when Gwen finally stops walking around, resuming her spot making breakfast at the stove. You seem to be mostly invincible as this gooey being, aside from melting, so at least you won't have to worry about dying to an ignorant foot or unaware ass. Just like in the shower, the heat from Gwen's foot begins to soften you up again, causing you to drip out of its contours into the space beneath her arch. Once you've collected all of yourself in a blob, you slither far away from her huge feet until you can restore your shape again, which doesn't take long.
"Mom! Help! Turn around!" you yell from behind her as she cooks. She still doesn't hear you, especially over the sizzling of food on the stove. How are you gonna get help now?
By some luck (you're not sure if it's good or bad anymore), you feel the floor begin shaking again as more footsteps come down the hall. You consider running to meet them and get their attention, but don't exactly want to end up stuck to another foot. You stay by your stationary mom, ready to try to make yourself visible. As the footsteps turn the corner, you find they belong to your dad, who's come out in nothing but his boxers. You've never seen him up this early.
"Good morning, beautiful," he says sweetly, coming over to give his wife a kiss, completely ignoring your calls for help.
"Hey, you, what are you doing up?" Gwen replies playfully, returning the kiss.
"Well, I figured there might be something tasty out here. Looks like I was right..."
"Well, they'll be done in a few more minutes."
"I don't mean the pancakes..." Peter grins. Gwen's cheeks turn a little red and she bites her lip as both of you notice the massive tent your dad is pitching in his boxers. You certainly didn't inherit that from him. They share another kiss, your dad squeezing your mom's ass as one of her small hands slides into the waistband of his underwear, wrapping around his huge shaft. You really don't want to see your parents getting frisky, but at the same time you can't look away. Gwen pulls down her husband's underwear, revealing his solid 12" dick sticking out from his unshaven crotch and heavy balls. At the same time, Peter slides his hand between the fabric of Gwen's robe at crotch level, discovering she isn't wearing underwear at all.
"Oh, you dirty girl..." he says with a grin as his strong hand caresses her delicate slit. "You were counting on this the whole time, weren't you?"
"You know I like to stay easy access for you horny boys," Gwen giggles. Wait a minute, "boys" plural? Who else could she mean? "Especially when I can count on things like this happening."
"How did I ever end up with the perfect wife?" Peter gives her another kiss on the lips. "Cooking great meals, pleasing her man... Most women can't do one or the other separately, but here you are doing them at the same time."
"You're just a lucky, lucky, guy..." Your mom flips a flapjack onto a plate, her hand never leaving her husband's shaft. "And I'd say I'm a lucky girl, too..."
"MOM! DAD! PLEASE, I NEED HELP!" You try once more to get their attention, but you just can't find an opportune time; they're too interested in each other right now.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot," Gwen continues. "Steven went down the drain again this morning, so we probably won't see him today." Took her long enough to tell him.
"Oh, that's a shame," Peter replies with a voice that suggests he barely cares anymore than she does. "I was looking forward to playing with him today." Now what could that mean?
"I know, honey, me too. We'll just go a while without him. I think I can still make you happy though..." She lifts up the back of her bath robe, revealing her huge, pale ass covered in a generous sprinkling of freckles. Peter immediately acts on the invitation, stepping out of his boxers completely and getting behind his wife, crouching down to be face level with her rear. You're unfortunate enough to be right beneath him as he does so, his hairy asshole and huge low hanging nuts looming over you, filling the air with a thick musk. Spreading the luscious cheeks apart, Peter buries his face in the valley between them, his tongue going to town on his ginger wife's nether regions as she moans up above.
Once Peter decides she's been properly lubed up, he stands back up and lines up his throbbing cock with her ass, pushing it in with relative ease. Shows how often they must do this. Gwen keeps diligently cooking up pancakes while her husband ploughs her ass, his hips slapping against her bubble butt in rapid succession. You're pretty sure you won't be getting their attention anytime soon.
You give up, leaving your parents to enjoy their early morning fuck, and go to find somebody else to help you. What a strange world you've been dropped into; you've never known your parents to be so sexual. Is this part of this cursed world, or have they always done this? You knew things would look different at this size, but not this different. Who knows what's been going on that you've never been able to see... or perhaps were never meant to see.
You hear footsteps coming down the hall, but since the lights are still off the owner might not see you. Who's coming?
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