Mothers just want to have fun.
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
You lay there on your side for a few moments, your mind trying to process all the alterations your body had just been put through by that goth woman, treated as if it was just another normal day for her. You heard muffled voices, one sounded like Norah. You silently prayed to the universe to save you from being used by your own aunt. You desperatly prayed for anyone but Norah. Then you heard a second voice, it was muffled but very familiar. You realised with a cold dread that it was the voice of your mother, Helen. You frantically tried to take back your prayer to the universe realising your mother was also an option and that was worse.
Sadly for you, it seems the universe was only granting the one wish today, The two women were chatting to each other when Norah heard the tube deposit something. Still talking to her sister she walked over and opened the box it had dropped the contents into. She reached in and grasped the new vibrator, witih the marking of 4 on it and lifted it up, showing you off to your mother.
"Great minds think alike, huh Helen" She joked waving you gently, displaying you to your mother who laughed, pulling another tongue vibrator out from her little bag, some other poor tiny trapped as a womans pleasure device. How could your mother afford to buy a general use tiny? This was answered when she said gleefully,
"I am so glad I won that money on the lotto. Not the jackpot sadly, but enough for this little guy. Its so cute how they volenteer to be made into stuff like this for us women" She said, stroking her thumb up the bumps of the poor guys tongue buds. She was stood in the doorway of the room, having spotted Norah as she was on her way out and had shown off her new purchase. Norah laughed and walked back over to her sister, but as she did, her heel caught in a crack of the wooden flooring, sendiig her tumbling into Helen.
The two women collided in the doorway, Norah faceplanting into her sisters chest and knocking the shocked woman over. They both released the grip on their new toys as they fell, in an instinctual attempt to brake their falls. You rolled across the floor, tasting the wood as you bumped against the other tiny, your paniced eye met his desperate but broken gaze, before the laughing women picked themselves up and you felt a hand wrap around you. As you were lifted up, you saw a bag below you and realised with horror, your mother had picked up you instead of the one she bought. Neither seemed to notice as they finished their chat, Norah bidding her sister goodbye as she wanted her fun time in the room she was renting the next couple of hours, your mother eager to get home and break in her new toy, unaware it was her captive son.
You swung back and forth in the bag, frantically trying to reform, to escape the nightmare you knew was coming, but alas, whatever that girl had done to you, your body was refusing to reform, likely it was impossible unless the girl undid whatever she did to you herself. Of course you also knew that having been taken home by your mother, chances were you would end up marked as "missing stock" on the system and be forgotten. As your general usage license you had been forged had no end date, no one was likely to track you down as it was all legal in their eyes.
Eventually however, your mother arrives home with you in tow. Almost giddy, she kicks off her heels and skips up the stairs to her bedroom, checking Tracy isn't home as she walks into the bedroom and closes the door. She reaches in and grabs her new toy with a cheshire like grin on her face and a excited bite of her bottom lip. She knows this is a person, a person who is her helpless little toy, who willingly became her toy, existing for her pleasure. The very idea of it ensures she needs no lubrication as she slides her skirt and pantiehose down her legs, revealing an eager sex just waiting to be filled as she had been wearing nothing under them.
You on the other hand could see the look on her face and was silently screaming, begging her to recognise her own son, but of course, most of your features were hidden and her focus was on the tongue as she turned the dial and your body began to vibrate against your will, thanks to the metal pole inside you. Your eyes went wide and then tried to close as you saw her lowering your body and knew what was coming. The moment the tip of your expanded tongue touched her lips, you could taste how aroused she was, she paused it there with a moan, making you hold on at the verge of total mental shut down. then she slowly began to slide your tongue inside, you cringed, you could taste and feel everything. You could hear as her moans got louder, her breathing deeper and the world shifted as she fell back on her bed. This would be humiliating to be used like this by any woman, but by your own mother, it was traumatic and soul crushing.
Your tongue taste buds that were causing such joy to Helen were tasting and feeling the warm, wetness of her fleshy tunnel, slowly being slid further un until your entire tongue filled her cavern. You tried to make it stop, to pull your tongue back, but there was nothing you could do, the metal shaft ensured you stayed firm and vibrated away. You tried to ignore the sounds of your mothers growing euphoria as her muscles clenched around you, but you had no way of covering your ears. You listened to the clicks as she turned up your speed and felt her shaking grip as she moved your position around, before finally her body clenched and she let out a cry, gripping you tight as a flood of juices washed over your tongue and dribbled down over the parts of your face still exposed. You wanted to cry, but you dared not open your eyes, this had to be a nightmare, it couldn't be reall surely.
Helen lay there panting for a while, turning her toy off but not having the strength to pull it out just yet. That had been the best experience she had in years. This toy was certainly a new favorite. She pet the exposed bottom gently without words as she lay there, before slowly pulling it out. It dripped with her juices, though it looked like the tongue had sucked most of it up, cleaning up inside her as it was used, a very useful feature.
She gave it a wipe clean with a cloth and dried it off before giving it a little kiss,
"Thank you little guy. That was fantastic. I will certainly get a lot of use out of you" She told it, stroking it with a finger gently before standing on legs that felt like jelly, walking over to her underwear drawer and sliid it open. She gently laid down her new toy amongst her delicates and slid the drawer shut without another word. With that, she walked off to have a shower, leaving her new toy in its new home.
You lay there in the darkness, feeling the soft fabrics of your mothers underwear as the sounds of her faded away, you could still taste her, your tongue had sucked up a ton of her orgasm, despite your mental protests against it. Your only hope now, was Norah learning of the mix up, or your roommates somehow tracking you down, perhaps even Tracy could find you and help you out of this mess. Of course in your current situation, none seemed likely at all, but you clung to that thread of hope, the hope you wouldn't live a life as your mothers sex toy...
Sadly for you, it seems the universe was only granting the one wish today, The two women were chatting to each other when Norah heard the tube deposit something. Still talking to her sister she walked over and opened the box it had dropped the contents into. She reached in and grasped the new vibrator, witih the marking of 4 on it and lifted it up, showing you off to your mother.
"Great minds think alike, huh Helen" She joked waving you gently, displaying you to your mother who laughed, pulling another tongue vibrator out from her little bag, some other poor tiny trapped as a womans pleasure device. How could your mother afford to buy a general use tiny? This was answered when she said gleefully,
"I am so glad I won that money on the lotto. Not the jackpot sadly, but enough for this little guy. Its so cute how they volenteer to be made into stuff like this for us women" She said, stroking her thumb up the bumps of the poor guys tongue buds. She was stood in the doorway of the room, having spotted Norah as she was on her way out and had shown off her new purchase. Norah laughed and walked back over to her sister, but as she did, her heel caught in a crack of the wooden flooring, sendiig her tumbling into Helen.
The two women collided in the doorway, Norah faceplanting into her sisters chest and knocking the shocked woman over. They both released the grip on their new toys as they fell, in an instinctual attempt to brake their falls. You rolled across the floor, tasting the wood as you bumped against the other tiny, your paniced eye met his desperate but broken gaze, before the laughing women picked themselves up and you felt a hand wrap around you. As you were lifted up, you saw a bag below you and realised with horror, your mother had picked up you instead of the one she bought. Neither seemed to notice as they finished their chat, Norah bidding her sister goodbye as she wanted her fun time in the room she was renting the next couple of hours, your mother eager to get home and break in her new toy, unaware it was her captive son.
You swung back and forth in the bag, frantically trying to reform, to escape the nightmare you knew was coming, but alas, whatever that girl had done to you, your body was refusing to reform, likely it was impossible unless the girl undid whatever she did to you herself. Of course you also knew that having been taken home by your mother, chances were you would end up marked as "missing stock" on the system and be forgotten. As your general usage license you had been forged had no end date, no one was likely to track you down as it was all legal in their eyes.
Eventually however, your mother arrives home with you in tow. Almost giddy, she kicks off her heels and skips up the stairs to her bedroom, checking Tracy isn't home as she walks into the bedroom and closes the door. She reaches in and grabs her new toy with a cheshire like grin on her face and a excited bite of her bottom lip. She knows this is a person, a person who is her helpless little toy, who willingly became her toy, existing for her pleasure. The very idea of it ensures she needs no lubrication as she slides her skirt and pantiehose down her legs, revealing an eager sex just waiting to be filled as she had been wearing nothing under them.
You on the other hand could see the look on her face and was silently screaming, begging her to recognise her own son, but of course, most of your features were hidden and her focus was on the tongue as she turned the dial and your body began to vibrate against your will, thanks to the metal pole inside you. Your eyes went wide and then tried to close as you saw her lowering your body and knew what was coming. The moment the tip of your expanded tongue touched her lips, you could taste how aroused she was, she paused it there with a moan, making you hold on at the verge of total mental shut down. then she slowly began to slide your tongue inside, you cringed, you could taste and feel everything. You could hear as her moans got louder, her breathing deeper and the world shifted as she fell back on her bed. This would be humiliating to be used like this by any woman, but by your own mother, it was traumatic and soul crushing.
Your tongue taste buds that were causing such joy to Helen were tasting and feeling the warm, wetness of her fleshy tunnel, slowly being slid further un until your entire tongue filled her cavern. You tried to make it stop, to pull your tongue back, but there was nothing you could do, the metal shaft ensured you stayed firm and vibrated away. You tried to ignore the sounds of your mothers growing euphoria as her muscles clenched around you, but you had no way of covering your ears. You listened to the clicks as she turned up your speed and felt her shaking grip as she moved your position around, before finally her body clenched and she let out a cry, gripping you tight as a flood of juices washed over your tongue and dribbled down over the parts of your face still exposed. You wanted to cry, but you dared not open your eyes, this had to be a nightmare, it couldn't be reall surely.
Helen lay there panting for a while, turning her toy off but not having the strength to pull it out just yet. That had been the best experience she had in years. This toy was certainly a new favorite. She pet the exposed bottom gently without words as she lay there, before slowly pulling it out. It dripped with her juices, though it looked like the tongue had sucked most of it up, cleaning up inside her as it was used, a very useful feature.
She gave it a wipe clean with a cloth and dried it off before giving it a little kiss,
"Thank you little guy. That was fantastic. I will certainly get a lot of use out of you" She told it, stroking it with a finger gently before standing on legs that felt like jelly, walking over to her underwear drawer and sliid it open. She gently laid down her new toy amongst her delicates and slid the drawer shut without another word. With that, she walked off to have a shower, leaving her new toy in its new home.
You lay there in the darkness, feeling the soft fabrics of your mothers underwear as the sounds of her faded away, you could still taste her, your tongue had sucked up a ton of her orgasm, despite your mental protests against it. Your only hope now, was Norah learning of the mix up, or your roommates somehow tracking you down, perhaps even Tracy could find you and help you out of this mess. Of course in your current situation, none seemed likely at all, but you clung to that thread of hope, the hope you wouldn't live a life as your mothers sex toy...
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April 23, 2025
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