Hanging out with Mom for a bit
Shrinking (Mis)adventure (imported 23-06-10)
Chapter 11
Billy realized what was going on as the “ride” as his brain determined to call the situation he was in got started. Rhythmically, Billy felt the rise and fall of the RIDE and felt the motion and knew he was being transported somewhere. Coming to terms with being squished between his mom’s boobs was a bit more difficult to grasp with. For one thing Billy was trying very hard to only take shallow breaths which wasn’t easy because he was pressed very firmly up against his mom and his face was buried into a think wall of fabric that had a mixture of scents, some of which was floral and some closer to the smell you found in the football team’s locker room. Suddenly the ride got way more bumpy and Billy was repetitively squeezed and the pressure on either side of his head was pressed in around him, smothering him in soft womanly….OKAY NOT GOING TO THINK ABOUT IT. Over and over again Billy was smooshed until the RIDE smoothed out. About a second later Billy was falling.
Patricia took Erica into her arms and carried the little girl up the stairs and back to her room/nursery. Without much fuss Patricia extricated herself from Erica and plopped the child on her bed, a pink canopy child’s bed with pillows and princesses all over it. Patricia gave no thought to the doll Erica was grabbing onto. “So, what do you want to wear today?” Patricia asked while simultaneously turning around to the child dresser and pulling out cloths. At this age Erica really didn’t get much agency in what she did. If she said a color Patricia might try to dress her in that color but pretty much she wore whatever Mommy could pull out or whatever was clean at the moment.
Billy blinked in surprise as he was suddenly on his back and saw his mom tower over him one moment and then gone from his vision the next. Looking over he saw Erica still held onto him. Out of instinct Billy kicked at the giant girl’s leg; which was as thick as he was and she responded by yanking him up to look at her. At that time Mom said something but Billy wasn’t listening. “Let me go!” he said to Erica in a stage whisper pretty much no longer caring if his mom heard him or not. Erica in turn just smiled and bounced Billy up and down like…like a toy. Which to her he pretty much was…just a big, brotherly toy. THAT’S IT! Billy had had enough and started really struggling with her. At his size still had some strength and fortunately his fine motor skills were better than the toddler’s.
It was probably comical if anyone had seen it. Billy didn’t actually want to hurt Erica. Even though she was, to him, a monster sized toddler she was still recognizable on an subsenses level as a baby and his sister. So Billy did “pull” his punches. His resistance was more of slaps and kicks and pushing and prying of fingers. In return Erica wasn’t trying to hurt her brother either. She just thought this was tons of fun playing with her brother who for some reason was now smaller and she could hold him. Erica in turn kept grabbing at Billy and when he got out or pride her hand off she would grab with the other or try somewhere else. This went on for a second before they were interrupted. “UHM.”
Billy stopped and Erica now had him by both arms. The voice of an unapproving parent was heard behind Billy and as deep and loud as if from a Olympic god from on-high. Didn’t help that the sound was from somewhere above Billy. Billy suddenly felt himself flushed with humiliation. The jig was up. He was caught. No way his Mom hadn’t seen that.
“PUT THE TOY AWAY AND ARMS UP, MISSY.” Todd was then grabbed around the middle from behind, lifted up into the air and then tossed into the air for a moment before landing among a bunch of pillows.
Blinking Billy now saw from a little distance Mom bending over Erica and pulling her PJs off. Billy thought about looking away but Erica was a baby and there was nothing particularly wrong about seeing this. Instead Billy took the moment to take in where he was now. He had been tossed to the head of the bed and was now among a bunch of pink pillows and other stuffed animals. Soooooooo did mom not see what was just going on a second ago? The through went through Billy’s mind as impossible but then again who knows what it had looked like. Or maybe Mom was so sleep deprived that she didn’t notice things that technically couldn’t happen, such as her baby girl wrestling with her teenaged son wo what now about two feet tall.
Patricia pulled off the PJs, tossed them into the hamper and then using a baby wipe cleaned off Erica’s face where breakfast hadn’t made it in. In practiced fashion she then grabbed the miniature cloths she had pulled from the drawer and stared guiding Erica’s arms and legs and head through the various holes. She had to kneel down to work on getting the tights up around the little girl’s legs. Dressing a kid was never as easy as commercials made it out to be.
While this was going on Billy tactfully rolled off the bed and tried to walk around the dresser and his mom wo was focused on Erica and make his way to the door. He had no idea what was going to happen next and didn’t want to so getting out of here while Mom was distracted was the best course of action. Billy made it all the way around and had a straight shot to the door when Erica called out, “BILLY!” Billy stopped mid stride and stumbled while looking over his shoulder at the sudden shouting of his name.
“WHAT? BILLY!” Billy heard his mom say. The massive giantess turned around and Billy held still from his partially standing, partially laying position. At first the giantess wasn’t looking at him. Billy saw her gaze go somewhere over and beyond him but then her gaze came down and settled on him. CRAP!
With an audible heave and rustling of skirts the Mom turned titan stood up and stopped over to Billy. The boy held still not moving his head. It had worked so far and he held too it, even as the curtain of fabric stopped just touching him. The giant hand came down and grabbed Billy around his shoulder and neck pulling him up and up higher and higher. Billy was now looking at mom, face to face. Billy was lightly tossed up and the grip around his shoulder and neck loosened then adjusted to just under his arm pits and around his chest. Breathing became very difficult and Billy was only taking shallow breaths with four monstrous appendages pressing into his soft belly and ribs. Billy felt like if she wanted to his mom could pop him like a grape.
Suddenly the world spun and Billy saw his mom’s chin take the place of her eyes. “DIDN’T I PUT THIS….” She looked back down at him, her gaze still hard. Then suddenly she blinked and Billy fell down till he was dangling sideways. “I MUST BE LOOSING IT.”
“BILLY,” Erica said again still on the bed. Billy could see her from his horizontal view.
“NO, NO SWEETY ITS NOT BILLY. IT’S A BOY TOY.” Billy felt himself flush as his mom called him a, “Boy Toy,” but she also must have realized what she said because he grip on him got a lot tighter for an instant but thankfully loosened. Erica was reaching out, probably indicating she wanted Billy back but his mom thankfully held him back, “NO, YOU GET READY FOR DAY CARE. MOMMY IS GOING TO GET CHANGED. STAY HERE.” With that pronouncement Billy felt the motion as the fabrics swirled partially around him. There was a sense of spinning and the sound of a door closing and then more motion accompanied by thumps. Every two or three thumps was accented by Billy bouncing up against something solid beneath all the fabric. Suddenly Billy was again lifted up but this time placed up on something hard. His bum hit the surface hard and his backside fell against something smooth and cool.
Billy could see his surroundings. He was up on a flat surface in a tiled room…Oh it was the master bathroom. Why did mom bring him here? Billy frowned slightly then remembered his mother was only a few feet from him. Just moving his eyes and barley moving his head Billy saw his mother from just over hip height. “WHAT A MESS. BETTER CLEAN THIS OFF. OR…SHOULD I USE THE WASHING MACHINE?” Billy’s mom’s voice was, to him, a deep powerful thing from on high but he detected she wasn’t actually talking to him but speaking her thoughts aloud. Was she talking about him? Billy gave a slight shudder at the thought of being shoved into the washing machine. If that was about to happened he’d have no choice but to come clean on what happened. It would be humiliating but he could live with that.
Patricia took Erica into her arms and carried the little girl up the stairs and back to her room/nursery. Without much fuss Patricia extricated herself from Erica and plopped the child on her bed, a pink canopy child’s bed with pillows and princesses all over it. Patricia gave no thought to the doll Erica was grabbing onto. “So, what do you want to wear today?” Patricia asked while simultaneously turning around to the child dresser and pulling out cloths. At this age Erica really didn’t get much agency in what she did. If she said a color Patricia might try to dress her in that color but pretty much she wore whatever Mommy could pull out or whatever was clean at the moment.
Billy blinked in surprise as he was suddenly on his back and saw his mom tower over him one moment and then gone from his vision the next. Looking over he saw Erica still held onto him. Out of instinct Billy kicked at the giant girl’s leg; which was as thick as he was and she responded by yanking him up to look at her. At that time Mom said something but Billy wasn’t listening. “Let me go!” he said to Erica in a stage whisper pretty much no longer caring if his mom heard him or not. Erica in turn just smiled and bounced Billy up and down like…like a toy. Which to her he pretty much was…just a big, brotherly toy. THAT’S IT! Billy had had enough and started really struggling with her. At his size still had some strength and fortunately his fine motor skills were better than the toddler’s.
It was probably comical if anyone had seen it. Billy didn’t actually want to hurt Erica. Even though she was, to him, a monster sized toddler she was still recognizable on an subsenses level as a baby and his sister. So Billy did “pull” his punches. His resistance was more of slaps and kicks and pushing and prying of fingers. In return Erica wasn’t trying to hurt her brother either. She just thought this was tons of fun playing with her brother who for some reason was now smaller and she could hold him. Erica in turn kept grabbing at Billy and when he got out or pride her hand off she would grab with the other or try somewhere else. This went on for a second before they were interrupted. “UHM.”
Billy stopped and Erica now had him by both arms. The voice of an unapproving parent was heard behind Billy and as deep and loud as if from a Olympic god from on-high. Didn’t help that the sound was from somewhere above Billy. Billy suddenly felt himself flushed with humiliation. The jig was up. He was caught. No way his Mom hadn’t seen that.
“PUT THE TOY AWAY AND ARMS UP, MISSY.” Todd was then grabbed around the middle from behind, lifted up into the air and then tossed into the air for a moment before landing among a bunch of pillows.
Blinking Billy now saw from a little distance Mom bending over Erica and pulling her PJs off. Billy thought about looking away but Erica was a baby and there was nothing particularly wrong about seeing this. Instead Billy took the moment to take in where he was now. He had been tossed to the head of the bed and was now among a bunch of pink pillows and other stuffed animals. Soooooooo did mom not see what was just going on a second ago? The through went through Billy’s mind as impossible but then again who knows what it had looked like. Or maybe Mom was so sleep deprived that she didn’t notice things that technically couldn’t happen, such as her baby girl wrestling with her teenaged son wo what now about two feet tall.
Patricia pulled off the PJs, tossed them into the hamper and then using a baby wipe cleaned off Erica’s face where breakfast hadn’t made it in. In practiced fashion she then grabbed the miniature cloths she had pulled from the drawer and stared guiding Erica’s arms and legs and head through the various holes. She had to kneel down to work on getting the tights up around the little girl’s legs. Dressing a kid was never as easy as commercials made it out to be.
While this was going on Billy tactfully rolled off the bed and tried to walk around the dresser and his mom wo was focused on Erica and make his way to the door. He had no idea what was going to happen next and didn’t want to so getting out of here while Mom was distracted was the best course of action. Billy made it all the way around and had a straight shot to the door when Erica called out, “BILLY!” Billy stopped mid stride and stumbled while looking over his shoulder at the sudden shouting of his name.
“WHAT? BILLY!” Billy heard his mom say. The massive giantess turned around and Billy held still from his partially standing, partially laying position. At first the giantess wasn’t looking at him. Billy saw her gaze go somewhere over and beyond him but then her gaze came down and settled on him. CRAP!
With an audible heave and rustling of skirts the Mom turned titan stood up and stopped over to Billy. The boy held still not moving his head. It had worked so far and he held too it, even as the curtain of fabric stopped just touching him. The giant hand came down and grabbed Billy around his shoulder and neck pulling him up and up higher and higher. Billy was now looking at mom, face to face. Billy was lightly tossed up and the grip around his shoulder and neck loosened then adjusted to just under his arm pits and around his chest. Breathing became very difficult and Billy was only taking shallow breaths with four monstrous appendages pressing into his soft belly and ribs. Billy felt like if she wanted to his mom could pop him like a grape.
Suddenly the world spun and Billy saw his mom’s chin take the place of her eyes. “DIDN’T I PUT THIS….” She looked back down at him, her gaze still hard. Then suddenly she blinked and Billy fell down till he was dangling sideways. “I MUST BE LOOSING IT.”
“BILLY,” Erica said again still on the bed. Billy could see her from his horizontal view.
“NO, NO SWEETY ITS NOT BILLY. IT’S A BOY TOY.” Billy felt himself flush as his mom called him a, “Boy Toy,” but she also must have realized what she said because he grip on him got a lot tighter for an instant but thankfully loosened. Erica was reaching out, probably indicating she wanted Billy back but his mom thankfully held him back, “NO, YOU GET READY FOR DAY CARE. MOMMY IS GOING TO GET CHANGED. STAY HERE.” With that pronouncement Billy felt the motion as the fabrics swirled partially around him. There was a sense of spinning and the sound of a door closing and then more motion accompanied by thumps. Every two or three thumps was accented by Billy bouncing up against something solid beneath all the fabric. Suddenly Billy was again lifted up but this time placed up on something hard. His bum hit the surface hard and his backside fell against something smooth and cool.
Billy could see his surroundings. He was up on a flat surface in a tiled room…Oh it was the master bathroom. Why did mom bring him here? Billy frowned slightly then remembered his mother was only a few feet from him. Just moving his eyes and barley moving his head Billy saw his mother from just over hip height. “WHAT A MESS. BETTER CLEAN THIS OFF. OR…SHOULD I USE THE WASHING MACHINE?” Billy’s mom’s voice was, to him, a deep powerful thing from on high but he detected she wasn’t actually talking to him but speaking her thoughts aloud. Was she talking about him? Billy gave a slight shudder at the thought of being shoved into the washing machine. If that was about to happened he’d have no choice but to come clean on what happened. It would be humiliating but he could live with that.
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June 10, 2023
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