Just as you manage to crawl under the mammoth bed, the door opens and the little boy walks in, followed by his mother. Your jaw drops as you look up at her face. She is absolutely gorgeous! Her long, jet black hair falls softly upon her shoulders, accenting her olive green eyes. Your eyes move to her button-down, marron blouse, which shows off the most amazing cleavage you've ever seen on a mother. Even at this height you manage to take a peek, then turn your attention to her 'ever-so-short' skirt, which ends a little higher than mid-thigh. You're stunned at this beauty, but you also realize that if she finds you, you don't know what she'll do.
"Still, maybe it's worth it..." you say to yourself in your head, but shake it off. Unfortunately, however, the giantess has spotted you, so you have no choice in the matter. You try to push yourself underneath the bed some more, but your foot hits a large building brick, and you realize that you are trapped. The mother moves in closer, trying to figure out what it is she saw. Sweat trickles down your brow as you see her gorgeous, bare feet come into view. She leans down, and now you can see her face... And she can see you.
"What is that?" she shouts as pulls away from the bed. The mother looks at you again, trying to figure out what she's seeing, when it dons on to her what you are; a shrunken man. She reaches in and grabs you quickly, then turns so she's not in view of her son and shoves you down into her blouse, pressed between two firm breasts. Then she turns back to her son and smiles.
"It was just a bug." she says, with geniune glee. "Nothing to worry about, I killed it."
"But it was a little man! I'm telling you!" the boy cried.
"What I say, Jeremy? It was just a little boy, now play with your toys like a good boy while mommy does some work." The mother moves to the door, with you bouncing in her bossom as she walks. For a moment you're in heaven, until you come back to the realization that you could be in danger.
After a few moments her breasts stop bouncing around, and you realize she's stopped moving. Her hand reaches down into her cleavage and pulls you out. "Now, what am I going to do with you first?" she asks, eyeing you wickedly, thoughts rushing through her head.
Does she...
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