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Tl;dr -- Due to a lot of weird science shit, you're currently just under six inches tall, or the size of a standard action figure. This was a dream come true for about fifteen minutes -- you just had to get to your mother's purse without being noticed, hitch a ride into town and then escape and wander around until you got kidnapped by some hottie. Unfortunately, you made it about as far as the living room before your mother discovered you. The first night was a nauseating blur -- all she could do was cry, show you to the rest of the family and cry some more. But when they didn't take you to get medical assistance the first night, you started to get concerned. Things went downhill in unsteady, horrifying spurts after that. By the end of the third night, everyone but your brother stopped asking for your consent before picking you up. By the fifth night, he'd stopped asking too. By the end of the first week, your mother had started keeping you with her almost constantly -- even at night, you were kept in a padded box on her nightstand. Ten days in, while watching a movie, you'd casually commented on how cold it was -- and in response she had pinned you between her thighs. Neither of you spoke again that night, but you were positive she'd felt your throbbing boner pressing into the soft flesh of her leg -- and you were equally positive you'd seen the faintest flicker of arousal in her warm hazel eyes. Two weeks in your brother had shown you to his girlfriend. She'd spent the rest of the day cuddled up against his shoulder binge-watching Grey's Anatomy, but her eyes had flickered back and forth between the screen and you the entire day. Shortly before leaving, she finally broke down and asked to hold you -- a request your brother had hesitantly declined without asking for your input. This is the fifteenth day. |