Given Away by Your Mom
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Hello, everyone," Melissa said, addressing the crowd and cameras awkwardly. "My name is Melissa Swift. I'm Thomas's mother and, as Erin mentioned, I'm a member of the Son Squishers. During the early days of the shrinking virus, I didn't know what to do. I'm sure those of you old enough to have seen it first hand will recall how hard that time was, and joining the group that would one day become the Son Squishers helped me cope. Tiny or not, I wanted nothing more than to give my son the life he deserved, but I just couldn't seem to go a day without squishing him! Like Erin, I too thought I was a terrible mother. But my precious boy never held those accidents against me! And, because of his patience and understanding, I was able to see the lighter side of his condition, and laughter returned to our house as we took comfort in the humor of his little accidents."
Laughter returned to the house for her, she meant. You had never found what she did to you funny.
"Sometimes after these accidents, Tom would be annoyed or grumpy and I wondered if he was mad at me, or just being a typical moody teenager. But no matter how much he claimed I was clumsy and that I needed to "pay attention" or "watch where I'm going", he kept finding his way under my foot or stuck to my butt or wedged in my boobs or stewing in my tummy," she giggled at her fond memories. "It happened so often that I started to wonder if maybe he was the actual careless one and was just projecting his own clumsiness on to me. I mean, I'll admit I'm a teensy bit forgetful and clumsy, but he's been squashed by me literally hundreds of times! Statistically, they couldn't all be my fault!"
YES THEY WERE! you screamed internally.
Outside, however, about a third of the women in the crowd were murmuring in apparent agreement, thinking it more likely that you were just in denial about your own desires instead of your mother being the second most clumsy and oblivious woman on the planet. Especially since you were currently being worn as a thong by the most clumsy and oblivious woman on the planet.
"Thanks to your inspiring words, Ms. Baker, and Erin's inspirational story about her troubles with her own son, I finally see the truth that's been in front of me all along. Ms. Baker, may I please speak to my son directly?"
"Of course," Amy said.
Once again she hiked up her skirt, bent over, and yanked you out from the middle of her cheeks. It was more difficult this time, somehow you'd been wedged in deeper, your face apparently a favored chew toy of her butt cheeks. You were already in the process of absorbing sweat again, so when Amy finally succeeded in pulling your head free, an audible squelch was picked up on the microphone on the podium and heard throughout the stadium. Amy folded you back so your eyes were at least visible, finally letting you see your mother, your fellow students, your professors and the cameras broadcasting your humiliation, even if they all were upside down. Unfortunately Amy didn't fold you back far enough to expose that your mouth was smeared away, literally leaving you without a voice.
"Oh, Tom," your mom said, clutching her breast at the sight of you. "I always knew this day would come... well, not this specifically. But I always knew there would come a day where you would meet a special girl and spend the rest of your life with her. You've always been so comforting, so supportive, and so loving that I knew any girl would jump at the chance to have you! And here we are with you proving I was right all along. Amy's told us all about how comforting and supportive you are as her underwear! And I can think of no greater act of true love than dedicating your entire life to being this beautiful young woman's property! Anyone can give someone their heart, but you've given given Amy your entire being! Mind, body, and soul!"
As your mother spoke, Amy felt her heart beat faster and a blush rising to her cheeks at the word "love." It flustered her to hear it described like that, though at the moment she couldn't say why.
You, meanwhile, were mentally screaming for your mother to stop talking nonsense, get a grip on reality, and help you! You tried to blink rapidly to send a cry for help, but unfortunately two beads of sweat dripped off Amy's bare cheeks and landed right in your eyes, causing them to sting and make it look like you were crying as they rolled down your skin, all of which was enhanced by your image being broadcast on a large screen next to the stage.
"Oh, don't cry, honey!" your mom said, wiping away her own teary eyes. "I'll always love and accept you no matter where you are or how you live. I'll always miss you, but you have your own life to live. And I couldn't be prouder of you for achieving your dreams so soon in life! I wish you and Amy all the happiness in the world!"
Your attempts at screaming again, caused your body to once again emit the smallest vibration, which Amy felt. Thinking she knew exactly what you wanted, she unhooked her fingers, snapping you back into her ravenous, all-consuming crack with a wet splorch! So moved by the display of love between mother and son, Amy jumped off the stage and embraced your mother in a hug, the two women weeping as the cameras rolled.
"You don't need to say good-bye!" Amy bawled. "He may want to be my property, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if his owner visited his mother to make sure she knows how happy her son is!"
"Oh, thank you, Amy!" your mom said, hugging her and crying just as hard.
Not wanting you to be left out of this "touching" moment, Amy took your mom's hands and placed them on her butt cheeks so she could give you as close to a hug as she could manage. Your mom realized her intent, seemingly sharing one brain cell between them, and squeezed Amy's cheeks together, compressing you even tighter between the two doughy mountains, forcing you to soak up even more sweat and inhale more of the foul earthy air. And though you recoiled at the pressure, feel and smell of your dank prison, what crushed you even more thoroughly than Amy's ass was the knowledge your mother had just consigned you to this fate without hearing you say a word. Your despair was so great that you almost didn't hear the sound of applause coming from the crowd, nearly half of whom gave a standing ovation at what they thought was a touching display.
Laughter returned to the house for her, she meant. You had never found what she did to you funny.
"Sometimes after these accidents, Tom would be annoyed or grumpy and I wondered if he was mad at me, or just being a typical moody teenager. But no matter how much he claimed I was clumsy and that I needed to "pay attention" or "watch where I'm going", he kept finding his way under my foot or stuck to my butt or wedged in my boobs or stewing in my tummy," she giggled at her fond memories. "It happened so often that I started to wonder if maybe he was the actual careless one and was just projecting his own clumsiness on to me. I mean, I'll admit I'm a teensy bit forgetful and clumsy, but he's been squashed by me literally hundreds of times! Statistically, they couldn't all be my fault!"
YES THEY WERE! you screamed internally.
Outside, however, about a third of the women in the crowd were murmuring in apparent agreement, thinking it more likely that you were just in denial about your own desires instead of your mother being the second most clumsy and oblivious woman on the planet. Especially since you were currently being worn as a thong by the most clumsy and oblivious woman on the planet.
"Thanks to your inspiring words, Ms. Baker, and Erin's inspirational story about her troubles with her own son, I finally see the truth that's been in front of me all along. Ms. Baker, may I please speak to my son directly?"
"Of course," Amy said.
Once again she hiked up her skirt, bent over, and yanked you out from the middle of her cheeks. It was more difficult this time, somehow you'd been wedged in deeper, your face apparently a favored chew toy of her butt cheeks. You were already in the process of absorbing sweat again, so when Amy finally succeeded in pulling your head free, an audible squelch was picked up on the microphone on the podium and heard throughout the stadium. Amy folded you back so your eyes were at least visible, finally letting you see your mother, your fellow students, your professors and the cameras broadcasting your humiliation, even if they all were upside down. Unfortunately Amy didn't fold you back far enough to expose that your mouth was smeared away, literally leaving you without a voice.
"Oh, Tom," your mom said, clutching her breast at the sight of you. "I always knew this day would come... well, not this specifically. But I always knew there would come a day where you would meet a special girl and spend the rest of your life with her. You've always been so comforting, so supportive, and so loving that I knew any girl would jump at the chance to have you! And here we are with you proving I was right all along. Amy's told us all about how comforting and supportive you are as her underwear! And I can think of no greater act of true love than dedicating your entire life to being this beautiful young woman's property! Anyone can give someone their heart, but you've given given Amy your entire being! Mind, body, and soul!"
As your mother spoke, Amy felt her heart beat faster and a blush rising to her cheeks at the word "love." It flustered her to hear it described like that, though at the moment she couldn't say why.
You, meanwhile, were mentally screaming for your mother to stop talking nonsense, get a grip on reality, and help you! You tried to blink rapidly to send a cry for help, but unfortunately two beads of sweat dripped off Amy's bare cheeks and landed right in your eyes, causing them to sting and make it look like you were crying as they rolled down your skin, all of which was enhanced by your image being broadcast on a large screen next to the stage.
"Oh, don't cry, honey!" your mom said, wiping away her own teary eyes. "I'll always love and accept you no matter where you are or how you live. I'll always miss you, but you have your own life to live. And I couldn't be prouder of you for achieving your dreams so soon in life! I wish you and Amy all the happiness in the world!"
Your attempts at screaming again, caused your body to once again emit the smallest vibration, which Amy felt. Thinking she knew exactly what you wanted, she unhooked her fingers, snapping you back into her ravenous, all-consuming crack with a wet splorch! So moved by the display of love between mother and son, Amy jumped off the stage and embraced your mother in a hug, the two women weeping as the cameras rolled.
"You don't need to say good-bye!" Amy bawled. "He may want to be my property, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if his owner visited his mother to make sure she knows how happy her son is!"
"Oh, thank you, Amy!" your mom said, hugging her and crying just as hard.
Not wanting you to be left out of this "touching" moment, Amy took your mom's hands and placed them on her butt cheeks so she could give you as close to a hug as she could manage. Your mom realized her intent, seemingly sharing one brain cell between them, and squeezed Amy's cheeks together, compressing you even tighter between the two doughy mountains, forcing you to soak up even more sweat and inhale more of the foul earthy air. And though you recoiled at the pressure, feel and smell of your dank prison, what crushed you even more thoroughly than Amy's ass was the knowledge your mother had just consigned you to this fate without hearing you say a word. Your despair was so great that you almost didn't hear the sound of applause coming from the crowd, nearly half of whom gave a standing ovation at what they thought was a touching display.
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