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An altercation with an older woman leads to young Tony Santiago shrunken for the weekend.
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Joyce, the Mother

    by: Windthrownlogic Author IconMail Icon
You decided that your mother was the best course of action as she'd be the most likely to look out for your well-being. Heading to her door, your slide under and look around the room. To the right was her dresser and her laundry bin, in the right corner of the room was her T.V. stand and straight ahead was her bed. Looking up you realized she was still in it too! This is good, she's here. That ups your chances to get some help! But how should you approach her? Maybe you should climb her bed and try to talk to her? Or should you just wait until she gets up and get her attention then? Looking to the dresser, you got the perfect idea. You could climb it and when she got up in the morning to get dressed she'd see you. It was foolproof! Walking over to the dresser though, you soon realized the problem. Actually climbing the dresser. Wait, a ways up there was an open drawer, and the laundry bin was mesh. Maybe you could use that to climb up the dresser to the drawer and find a way up from there? It'd have to work!

Grabbing onto the mesh material, you hoisted yourself up and began to climb your way to the top. Finding it wasn't too hard, you were able to keep a steady pace to the top and before you knew it you were at the drawer. Leaping from the laundry bin to the open drawer, you just cleared the top and were sent flying in and landed on some soft fabric, breaking your fall. Looking up to the opening, it seemed it was far too tall for you to try and climb up. Damn, what now? I guess I'll be waiting here until she wakes up but, who's to say she'll even look in here? And if she does, will she see me? Wait, which drawer am I in anyways? Peering around, you saw a vibrant assortment of fabrics. Some laced, others normal, some just looked to be long thin strands of fabric, string almost? Fuck, no.. I'm in her pantie drawer!

No, no, no... What are you gonna do? What if she doesn't see you? What if she wears you? Dammit! What if she does find you? She'll think you're a pervert or something! You're screwed either way! Suddenly you heard noise which you assumed was my mother waking up. Freaking out trying to come up with a plan of action, you could see her face through the crack. You had to admit, she was gorgeous for her age, especially at this height. Something about the immense power of being so gigantic made her that much more appealing. Suddenly she stretched her arms and you realized something, she was topless! Shielding your eyes out of respect, you could feel the drawer slide open as she got ready for her routine morning shower. As you uncovered your eyes to defend yourself you could only watch as her hand reached down and grabbed the piece of fabric you were on. You felt sick as she pulled you upwards, and it didn't help when she threw you onto a pile of clothes laid out on her bed. Figuring this was the perfect time for an escape, you tried to crawl out from the black fabric but soon after your efforts were blocked by a shirt she'd thrown on top of you. With no way to free yourself, you decided to lay and wait for her to move the shirt.

All you could hear were muffled footsteps followed by the starting of the shower. She didn't usually take that long in the shower, so you shouldn't be trapped too long. I guess I should start thinking of an escape plan in the mean time, but how exactly was I supposed to get myself out of here? Laying around dreaming up a plan, you didn't even realize as the shower was turned off. You were caught off guard as you heard the door burst open and heard your mom making her way over to the bed. You could do nothing but tremble as she lifted her shirt from the pile, revealing your naked mother in all her glory. Her long wet hair flowing down her shoulders and over her ample breasts. As your eyes trail further down her trim body they fall upon her large, plump thighs and more importantly what was between them. Her vagina was cleanly shaven with a decently sized bush. You looked up and watched as she poked her head through the white tank top and slowly slid it down, covering her breasts. But as you sat ogling your mother you failed to see her hand dart down and grab her panties, along with you!

Maybe she saw me?

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1. Yes, you're saved!

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2. Doesn't see you

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