For those who need catching up, my name is Robbie. I’m eighteen years old. And when I tell you that the last week of my life was a rollercoaster of emotions, I mean it.
It started when I came home from college abroad in Australia. I came home to see my mother who was/is gorgeous like a super model. Big voluptuous breasts, wide hips, thin stomach, beautiful face, long flowing black hair and an incredible ass.
You may think it’s weird that I’m describing my mother like that but that’s only the beginning. After a drunken night out I stumbled home to find a blueberry pie, my favorite. I ate the full thing in an intoxicated stupor only to wake up butt naked, with an engorged cock and only 12 inches tall. Luckily my mom found me. Turns out the pie was filled with a hex she created for her and her boyfriend Carl.
Not only did the pie shrink me but it worked as an aphrodisiac that linked me and my mom in a twisted connection. Eventually the tension and size difference was too great to ignore and we spent my entire shrunken period in an incestuous giantess/tiny man relationship.
Even though it felt wrong on every level, I could tell that both of us were feeling things we had never felt before. And that my mother was feeling things she hadn’t since my dad died.
It was absolutely wild being sexual with a giantess that was also my Mom. When I suddenly grew back to normal, the two of us felt like we lost something.
Just a week after my growing back to normal Mom sends me a text. “We need to talk,” it says. “Dinner, at home, Friday, 6:00.”
I go home at the requested time, I notice a blueberry pie on the table.
I debate on what to do but then I hear Moms car pull into the driveway
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