"No, I want to see you, take your hands off, I want to see everything"
Dylan grabbed his mother and picked her up like a small stuffed animal. Then he ran to the living room and jumped in the chair as he placed his little mother on his crotch.
"Dylan, return me to my original size or you'll be grounded for life."
Helen was suddenly stunned by her son's response. Dylan didn't say a word; he just placed his thumbs on his shrunken mother's breasts and began playing with the small milk-producing breasts. While his mother didn't know what to say,
"If I don't give you back your size, I'll be able to play with you all I want, haha, and you can't punish me since you're smaller than my underwear."
"Dylan you're grounded and I'm going to Ahhhh..."
Helen was stunned, beneath her she felt something thick, something large and throbbing, by its position she could guess what it was and she almost wanted not to think about it.
He had bathed his son several times and knew perfectly well how developed his little one was.
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