The next morning Dylan wakes up like any other morning. He didn't even think about the gun and just pushes his head a little further into the pillow. His pillow was nice and soft it even seem like it was radiating warmth from itself. "That's weird," he thinks to himself. It never did that before. Without looking he just feels around. His hand strokes over the soft surface his head is resting on. He gropes it and it doesn't feel anything like his old pillow. "Mhmm...," not far from him someone moans!
He opens his eyes and all he sees is a pinkish object. It's the same as his head is resting on. Again someone moans as he touches it. "What is going on here?," he thinks to himself. All of a sudden the large pinkish object moves. "Hmm...? Oh good morning baby? Did you sleep well?," he recognizes the voice as his mother's, but it was way deeper and louder than usual. Looking in the direction where it came from he sees Helen, only she's much bigger now!
His mom stares down at her son. She smiles watching him all confused about what happened. Her daughter told her all about the gun and when Dylan went to sleep she used it on him. It is time to learn her son a little respect and making him smaller will teach him a little about that. He had slept so peacefully on her naked breasts. At his current size he is so fragile and what better way to protect him than keeping him close to herself.
Dylan couldn't believe it he's lying in between his mother's breasts! She shrunk him and now she's a giantess to him. Though he wonders why his mom is only half dressed in her bed, he does enjoy watching her now huge boobs. It made him feel all warm inside.
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