Off to Work We Go
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
onomaximum
"Ugh! Why did this have to be on a day when I had work...?" Your mother bites her thumb and seems to be deep in thought. She looks away as she seems to be mulling over something. This is, no doubt, related to your current condition and it's clear she didn't hear your explanation earlier. Luckily, in the time since you left the pile of laundry, you've grown to about 7 inches. While not huge, it's a large difference from the previous 3 inches.
"I thought you didn't have work today? Isn't that why you were doing the laundry?" You shout up to her. She doesn't turn in your direction, but she replies regardless.
"Normally, yeah. But a coworker called out and they asked me to take her place. I was doing laundry because I'm out of clean bras. Well, my big ones anyway. All my clean ones are too small." You can't help but blush at her response. Your attention is then grabbed by her breasts. You hadn't noticed earlier, but her nipples were very clearly visible. This spells misfortune for you as you feel yourself lose your previously gained height. You manage to stop again at 3 inches. You shut your eyes and try to clear your thoughts.
"And now I've got you to handle. I can't just call out now, I'd be in so much trouble. But I don't want to leave you on your own and-" You aren't listening as you continue to clear your mind. You can feel the erection in your pants start to dwindle. Your meditative state is interrupted as a gust of wind blows you back. "Are you even listening, young man?!"
Forced to open your eyes, you're met with your mother staring down at you sternly, her breasts dangling right above you as she bends over. It seems the shift in gravity caused her breasts to swing, creating a gust of wind. Now she was casting a shadow over you that, despite being intimidating, was also arousing. You once again feel your pants tighten and your world grow. Your mother gasps and her stern look immediately changes to worry.
"Jack?! You shrank again! Oh no..." She's panicking. You attempt to shout up at her but she's already walked away from the table and began pacing. After a moment, she comes back over and pinches you between her fingers. You attempt, once again, to speak but her fingers keep your lungs pinned. It's apparent she has no idea how to handle a one-inch tall person. She brings you into her room and puts you on top of her nightstand.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I can't just not go to work after accepting the call. But I can't leave you here, either." She looks down at you and speaks.
"Yes you can! I'm-!"
"I know! You're a man that doesn't need his mommy. I get it! But look at you!" She interrupts you and proceeds to place her finger on top of you, pinning you to the nightstand. "You're so teensy! My finger is enough to smother you! I'd be worried sick! What if a bug found you? What if your sister accidentally walked in and set her phone down on you? Please try and understand that I'm just worried..." You struggle against her finger. You peek passed it and see her looking down at you. She's clearly distraught but if she'd only let you speak she'd understand the situation.
"Anyway, I'll have to take you to work with me. I have a plan, so just stay put." She lifts her finger and begins walking away. She opens her dresser a little ways away and begins pulling out some clothes. Not wanting to be caught with her, you begin to make a break for it. Since it's next to her bed, you planned on making the jump. "Hey!"
You stop and see your mom looking at you. She's clearly frustrated. Without saying a word, she opens another drawer and pulls out one of her clean bras. It's easy to see just how small it is compared to her well-endowed chest. She walks over to you and pinches you once more.
"Were you always this rebellious, Jack?" She then drops you into the cup of the bra. Despite it being her 'small' bra, it's still like a massive dome turned upside down. You fit snugly into a small indent that was likely caused by her nipple. You begin climbing out but its clear you should've waited for your mom to look away as you hear her sigh. "Are you scared of me, Jack? I know I'm really big to you right now but I promise I don't mean to hurt you."
The fact that she specified 'mean' is exactly why you need to get away. Since this is her first time dealing with your tiny body, she could easily crush you by accident. However, your attempts to escape are easily thwarted as she brings the other cup and uses it to close off your route like a lid.
"Stay." She says. You hear her walk away. You attempt, once more, to climb out. However, you are unable to get passed the lid blocking your way. Your left with no other option but to wait for her to open it. After a few minutes of rustling, you hear her walk closer. In this time, however, you've managed to grow a few inches. You can only hope she notices and lets you explain. You prepare to start yelling as she begins to lift the cup currently forming your sky. However, as the cup moves, you are left speechless as you see your mother's bare breasts above you.
You've seen your mother dressed for work before. She wears a suit that fits almost too snugly on her body. Black high heels and a short business skirt. The nature of her job is a bit of a mystery though. However, right now her button-up is unbuttoned and her breasts were out and exposed. Once again, your braless mother has reversed your growth. Her face becomes concerned once more.
"You shrank again...!" It seems she didn't notice you had grown and now believes you are smaller than before. "And you insist on staying home? At this rate, I won't be able to tell the difference between 'missing' and 'too small to see!'"
Before you can even speak, she's lifted the bra you're in. As you approach her breast, you fear for your life. Surely she's not dumb enough to think you can survive being in a bra that is way too small for her. Luckily, she begins moving somewhere else. Her bouncing breasts leave you unable to grow back, though. She enters the bathroom and sets you down. You hear a cabinet open but what she's doing is obscured by the cup of the bra. Once again you attempt to climb out, this time planning to hide behind something until she leaves. Things are looking good as you make it over the side of the cup. At this size, the fall shouldn't be deadly and you don't have any time to waste. As you fall, you feel yourself land on something soft. Looking down, the ground is white. To either side you see a beige, sticky surface. Your heart sinks as you look up and meet your mother's gaze once more. No longer does she look frustrated. She just looks sad. You can't help but feel a little guilty.
"I'm not... scary." She looks like she's about to cry. "I don't want to do this, Jack. But I can't think of any better options. Please, just bear with it." You feel the ground beneath you move as she brings you closer to her left breast. Looking at her right breast, her nipple is hidden beneath a Band-Aid. Before you can process the situation, the ground tilts and you fall towards your mother's breast. You bounce a little and begin sliding down before making contact with her nipple. You nearly slide off, but manage to grab hold just in time. You hear a moan from above and your mother's expression has not changed, although her face is a little red. Whether it's from embarrassment or arousal is anyone's guess. You attempt to yell one more time but you are immediately muffled as she presses the Band-Aid against your body. You feel the pressure increase for a moment as she pastes the adhesive to her breast. You can feel her heartbeat clearly. Luckily, your small size affords you a little wriggle room and you attempt to get free. This causes another moan from above and the nipple your touching begins to stiffen. The space you have quickly diminishes and now even breathing is a struggle.
"Mm... If we can't find a fix for this, I think I've found a good way to punish you when you're bad." The current situation is both disgusting and arousing to you. Unfortunately, the latter forces you to remain at your one inch size. You try to wriggle free a bit more, but all that does is cause the mountainous woman to moan more and your space to diminish further. The final nail in your coffin appears when she begins maneuvering her breasts back into her shirt. Her tight fitting blouse restricts your movements to the point that even moving a single finger is difficult. It takes all your effort just to breathe.
"Now that you're done resisting, I can say for certain that I can feel you very clearly. If you shrink more, I'll stop feeling you and we can do something about it!"
The only solace you have is that she's doing this out of her love for you. But it's hard to feel grateful when your literally pressed as close as possible to her noticeably erect nipple. Even less so once she begins moving and her breasts bounce with every step. You can only really hope for a chance to escape and regrow or to explain to her the situation.
Regardless, you were stuck pressed against her nipple as she went to her job as...
"I thought you didn't have work today? Isn't that why you were doing the laundry?" You shout up to her. She doesn't turn in your direction, but she replies regardless.
"Normally, yeah. But a coworker called out and they asked me to take her place. I was doing laundry because I'm out of clean bras. Well, my big ones anyway. All my clean ones are too small." You can't help but blush at her response. Your attention is then grabbed by her breasts. You hadn't noticed earlier, but her nipples were very clearly visible. This spells misfortune for you as you feel yourself lose your previously gained height. You manage to stop again at 3 inches. You shut your eyes and try to clear your thoughts.
"And now I've got you to handle. I can't just call out now, I'd be in so much trouble. But I don't want to leave you on your own and-" You aren't listening as you continue to clear your mind. You can feel the erection in your pants start to dwindle. Your meditative state is interrupted as a gust of wind blows you back. "Are you even listening, young man?!"
Forced to open your eyes, you're met with your mother staring down at you sternly, her breasts dangling right above you as she bends over. It seems the shift in gravity caused her breasts to swing, creating a gust of wind. Now she was casting a shadow over you that, despite being intimidating, was also arousing. You once again feel your pants tighten and your world grow. Your mother gasps and her stern look immediately changes to worry.
"Jack?! You shrank again! Oh no..." She's panicking. You attempt to shout up at her but she's already walked away from the table and began pacing. After a moment, she comes back over and pinches you between her fingers. You attempt, once again, to speak but her fingers keep your lungs pinned. It's apparent she has no idea how to handle a one-inch tall person. She brings you into her room and puts you on top of her nightstand.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I can't just not go to work after accepting the call. But I can't leave you here, either." She looks down at you and speaks.
"Yes you can! I'm-!"
"I know! You're a man that doesn't need his mommy. I get it! But look at you!" She interrupts you and proceeds to place her finger on top of you, pinning you to the nightstand. "You're so teensy! My finger is enough to smother you! I'd be worried sick! What if a bug found you? What if your sister accidentally walked in and set her phone down on you? Please try and understand that I'm just worried..." You struggle against her finger. You peek passed it and see her looking down at you. She's clearly distraught but if she'd only let you speak she'd understand the situation.
"Anyway, I'll have to take you to work with me. I have a plan, so just stay put." She lifts her finger and begins walking away. She opens her dresser a little ways away and begins pulling out some clothes. Not wanting to be caught with her, you begin to make a break for it. Since it's next to her bed, you planned on making the jump. "Hey!"
You stop and see your mom looking at you. She's clearly frustrated. Without saying a word, she opens another drawer and pulls out one of her clean bras. It's easy to see just how small it is compared to her well-endowed chest. She walks over to you and pinches you once more.
"Were you always this rebellious, Jack?" She then drops you into the cup of the bra. Despite it being her 'small' bra, it's still like a massive dome turned upside down. You fit snugly into a small indent that was likely caused by her nipple. You begin climbing out but its clear you should've waited for your mom to look away as you hear her sigh. "Are you scared of me, Jack? I know I'm really big to you right now but I promise I don't mean to hurt you."
The fact that she specified 'mean' is exactly why you need to get away. Since this is her first time dealing with your tiny body, she could easily crush you by accident. However, your attempts to escape are easily thwarted as she brings the other cup and uses it to close off your route like a lid.
"Stay." She says. You hear her walk away. You attempt, once more, to climb out. However, you are unable to get passed the lid blocking your way. Your left with no other option but to wait for her to open it. After a few minutes of rustling, you hear her walk closer. In this time, however, you've managed to grow a few inches. You can only hope she notices and lets you explain. You prepare to start yelling as she begins to lift the cup currently forming your sky. However, as the cup moves, you are left speechless as you see your mother's bare breasts above you.
You've seen your mother dressed for work before. She wears a suit that fits almost too snugly on her body. Black high heels and a short business skirt. The nature of her job is a bit of a mystery though. However, right now her button-up is unbuttoned and her breasts were out and exposed. Once again, your braless mother has reversed your growth. Her face becomes concerned once more.
"You shrank again...!" It seems she didn't notice you had grown and now believes you are smaller than before. "And you insist on staying home? At this rate, I won't be able to tell the difference between 'missing' and 'too small to see!'"
Before you can even speak, she's lifted the bra you're in. As you approach her breast, you fear for your life. Surely she's not dumb enough to think you can survive being in a bra that is way too small for her. Luckily, she begins moving somewhere else. Her bouncing breasts leave you unable to grow back, though. She enters the bathroom and sets you down. You hear a cabinet open but what she's doing is obscured by the cup of the bra. Once again you attempt to climb out, this time planning to hide behind something until she leaves. Things are looking good as you make it over the side of the cup. At this size, the fall shouldn't be deadly and you don't have any time to waste. As you fall, you feel yourself land on something soft. Looking down, the ground is white. To either side you see a beige, sticky surface. Your heart sinks as you look up and meet your mother's gaze once more. No longer does she look frustrated. She just looks sad. You can't help but feel a little guilty.
"I'm not... scary." She looks like she's about to cry. "I don't want to do this, Jack. But I can't think of any better options. Please, just bear with it." You feel the ground beneath you move as she brings you closer to her left breast. Looking at her right breast, her nipple is hidden beneath a Band-Aid. Before you can process the situation, the ground tilts and you fall towards your mother's breast. You bounce a little and begin sliding down before making contact with her nipple. You nearly slide off, but manage to grab hold just in time. You hear a moan from above and your mother's expression has not changed, although her face is a little red. Whether it's from embarrassment or arousal is anyone's guess. You attempt to yell one more time but you are immediately muffled as she presses the Band-Aid against your body. You feel the pressure increase for a moment as she pastes the adhesive to her breast. You can feel her heartbeat clearly. Luckily, your small size affords you a little wriggle room and you attempt to get free. This causes another moan from above and the nipple your touching begins to stiffen. The space you have quickly diminishes and now even breathing is a struggle.
"Mm... If we can't find a fix for this, I think I've found a good way to punish you when you're bad." The current situation is both disgusting and arousing to you. Unfortunately, the latter forces you to remain at your one inch size. You try to wriggle free a bit more, but all that does is cause the mountainous woman to moan more and your space to diminish further. The final nail in your coffin appears when she begins maneuvering her breasts back into her shirt. Her tight fitting blouse restricts your movements to the point that even moving a single finger is difficult. It takes all your effort just to breathe.
"Now that you're done resisting, I can say for certain that I can feel you very clearly. If you shrink more, I'll stop feeling you and we can do something about it!"
The only solace you have is that she's doing this out of her love for you. But it's hard to feel grateful when your literally pressed as close as possible to her noticeably erect nipple. Even less so once she begins moving and her breasts bounce with every step. You can only really hope for a chance to escape and regrow or to explain to her the situation.
Regardless, you were stuck pressed against her nipple as she went to her job as...
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