Let the Punishment Fit the Crime
A Shrinking Condition
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
sm7in
Feeling the weight of the morning on her body, Kady leaned back slightly into her bed and pushed herself forwards to lift herself out of bed. Reaching to her full height, a quick surge ran through her body and an all-consuming stretch pushed her limbs out as far as their muscles would allow as she groaned for the few seconds this went on. Letting out a large sigh as she came down from her stretch, Kady walked over to the bathroom to continue her general wake up to-do list.
Held tight down in his mother's cup below, he watched in shock and awe as his mother stood over his confines and gave him a show he wouldn't forget for the longest time, for better or for worse. When Kady walked away, it took a few more seconds for Steve's stupor to wash away after having seen too much of his mother, but when it did, it came to him that now may be a good time to redouble his efforts on escaping his prison before it came to his mother finding him. Struggling his arms and legs, he went at it for a whole minute before taking a prolonged break, his muscles now burning from this bizarre workout. Taking his time to breathe and collect himself, he started to think about his predicament. Thinking it over, he decided trying a different approach where instead of diverting his attention to all three, he would perhaps work only on this one where hopefully his one hand free could lead to more in time.
He heard the distinct sound of flushing suddenly rushing in from the direction of his mother’s bathroom and panic began to set in. Planting his shoulders into the soft padding below, Steve rocked his body towards his right arm, and in a moment of pouring in all of his body’s strength, he tugged away hard, to little effect. He could have sworn the fiber had come out a little, but there was little ability to tell. He rocked to his side again and giving it everything he had in one short burst, there was a definite give in the fiber holding down his wrist. Furiously, he began to wiggle and twist his wrist, trying to get it loose as he heard the water running in the sink. ‘Auuugh! So, close…’ Steve moaned in his head as he tried desperately to pull his hand out, ‘just a little… more…’ It seemed so close but he decided to quickly try one more strong pull to save his arm. Rocking fast, he pulled his arm and up came the fiber even more, giving what had to be enough room to pull out. Turning back to his right, he dropped his arm and slid out with some ease, excitement washing over his body as he began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Reaching over to his other arm, he began to tug and pull furiously, slowly pulling the tight fiber up little by little before one big rocking pull like before had given him room again to pull his arm out.
Steve hadn’t noticed in his rush that the water had stopped and the sound of his mother’s feet hitting the soft carpet floor as she entered the room. It wasn’t until the bass of her steps were too close that Steve was jolted back to reality from his labors and noticed that five enormous toes stared across from his confines. Leaning away from his efforts in freeing his feet, Steve looked up past the incredibly long, thick tree trunks that were his mother’s legs, slipping under her silky purple nightie that traced her bodies curves up past her great billowy breasts, where the top of her smooth chest and shoulders escaped, supporting that beautiful, domineering, but obviously tired face, hidden amongst her free wavy hair. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie. At first, the view of this face looking down was quite normal for the circumstances but suddenly, it happens. Some cataclysm of great upheaval is reached and this face contorts through the phase of shock and simmers on fear. Unlike a horror movie though, fear does not stay for long. Steve could only imagine it was fear of indecency or of invasion of privacy as he looked on at his mother who had now finally taken notice of him, his own fear probably unnoticed to his mother on his tiny face. Finally, the true emotion came to view: Anger. A great frown formed on his mother’s face, one that Steve not only imagined he had never seen before, but was infinitely more powerful on his mother’s IMAX size face that only came closer as she bent down to her son.
“STEPHEN! OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS… JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOUNG MAN?!” She yelled, finally having the power to voice a sample of what was going through her mind. From outside the door, Alison let out a sudden snicker as she finally heard that first sweet ring of her plan coming to fruition. ‘Oh he is in so much trouble’ she thought with a smile on her face as she leaned in to hear more.
Yelling up as loudly as he could while his mother picked up the two ends of her bra, Steve’s words were lost as the bra folded in and he began to hang by his ankles until Kady finally dropped her bra on her dresser and revealed her tiny son once again for better interrogation. From the fall, Steve’s left foot had actually slipped through the noose around his ankles. There was no time to bend in and remove his other foot as his mother’s intimidating presence was his primary focus as her angry countenance leaned in towards him again, her cleavage spilling out before him this time. Seeing her son lying across her undergarment, she finally had a moment to put two and two completely together, a look of disbelief slapping her for a moment before yelling “WERE YOU MASTERBATING IN MY BRA?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
Not liking how this may be going, Steve tried to plead his case, yelling out “NO! I SWEAR I WASN’T DOING THAT MOM! I WAS JUS-“
“YOU WERE JUST WHAT? WALKING INTO MY ROOM AND HAPPENED TO FALL INTO MY BRA BY ACCIDENT? IS THAT IT?!” Her eyes locked onto her son’s, it nearly felt to Steve like she was actually stabbing him with the intensity of her gaze! His body recoiled under the pressure before Kady blinked, her face relaxing while she took a deep breath, as if she were actually expelling some of the anger in her gaze with it. Her hand rose from her side and came down on top of her bra, as she lightly pinched two fingers around her little son and lifted him out, his foot easily sliding out of its now looser holdings, and brought him before her face. “Oh Stephen, what am I going to do with you?” Seeing the disappointment in his mother’s eye and the softer frown of his mother’s lips, Stephen felt an undeserved wave of shame wash over him as his mother’s giant visage berated his honor and he eye’s shot back and forth small distances looking him over; analyzing his small form. Looking away, he found an unfortunate solace in hiding his own gaze inside the very long and warm reaches of his mother’s cleavage unfolding in front just below him.
Alison was having a tough time hearing what her mother was saying now that she stopped yelling, but the words were still floating through the door well enough, albeit still muffled. Her smile hadn’t left her face once this morning and so far it looked like it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon either. This was turning out to be one of her best pranks yet, she thought happily before her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s sudden burst of words.
“YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT MY BREASTS! Oh no, after ALL the trouble you are in, you are not going to sit there and tell me you were just staring at my breasts while I was talking to you! LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, MISTER!” The look of anger on her face appeared again as she stared at the little man dangling from her fingers, her mind thinking at a mile a minute. A lightbulb suddenly turns on in her head as her eyebrows jolt upward to her son’s notice. Slowly lowering her son down onto her dresser just next to her bra, she opens a drawer and takes out a pair of panties and bends down, slipping them down as she talks, her tone leveling out in an eerie calm; “So you think you like big boobs, huh? You think they’re just so great?” She questioned rising back up, reaching her hands down and pulling up her nighty as she stared down at her tiny son before her. “Maybe they are for you boys, but not today, no, not for this little boy,” she trailed off as her nightie came up over her head, leaving her heaving breasts to fall free before Steve’s amazed eyes. They were just locked on them; his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of their immense size jiggling before him, beckoning him to touch their warm cushiony mass. Reaching for her bra, Kady pulled it up and censored her little boy’s view as she fastened it on. Picking up her son once again between her finger and her thumb, she brought him before her face. “You’re mother’s breasts are not your toys,” she announced beginning to smile as she finished “but for your punishment, today you’re going to be their toy.”
Looking out at what surely was his mother’s vengeful smile, a gush of air hit Steve’s face as he dropped from Kady’s hand and plummeted down into her eagerly awaiting pillows below. Her other hand had come up and pushed open her tight cleavage just for him, and as his body hit and wedged into the bottom of her cleavage, her fingers slipped away, encasing the rest of his body with her warm high-pressure heavenly flesh. Feeling his body mushed together between her tits, knowing that he was completely trapped and helpless between them, sent an odd tingle down Kady’s spine. It seemed what she said may actually be true; maybe she will use her tiny perverted more as a toy for her tits then she had actually thought. Taking her hands and placing them on the sides of each breast, Kady pushed her boobs together playfully, rubbing her son’s body around between her soft fat knockers as that odd tingle returned in full as she released a short moan from the feel of it all. Letting go and breaking into a devious smile, she looked down into her cleavage, she pat her left breast as she teased “Don’t drown in there baby,” before resuming her schedule to get ready for work.
Held tight down in his mother's cup below, he watched in shock and awe as his mother stood over his confines and gave him a show he wouldn't forget for the longest time, for better or for worse. When Kady walked away, it took a few more seconds for Steve's stupor to wash away after having seen too much of his mother, but when it did, it came to him that now may be a good time to redouble his efforts on escaping his prison before it came to his mother finding him. Struggling his arms and legs, he went at it for a whole minute before taking a prolonged break, his muscles now burning from this bizarre workout. Taking his time to breathe and collect himself, he started to think about his predicament. Thinking it over, he decided trying a different approach where instead of diverting his attention to all three, he would perhaps work only on this one where hopefully his one hand free could lead to more in time.
He heard the distinct sound of flushing suddenly rushing in from the direction of his mother’s bathroom and panic began to set in. Planting his shoulders into the soft padding below, Steve rocked his body towards his right arm, and in a moment of pouring in all of his body’s strength, he tugged away hard, to little effect. He could have sworn the fiber had come out a little, but there was little ability to tell. He rocked to his side again and giving it everything he had in one short burst, there was a definite give in the fiber holding down his wrist. Furiously, he began to wiggle and twist his wrist, trying to get it loose as he heard the water running in the sink. ‘Auuugh! So, close…’ Steve moaned in his head as he tried desperately to pull his hand out, ‘just a little… more…’ It seemed so close but he decided to quickly try one more strong pull to save his arm. Rocking fast, he pulled his arm and up came the fiber even more, giving what had to be enough room to pull out. Turning back to his right, he dropped his arm and slid out with some ease, excitement washing over his body as he began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Reaching over to his other arm, he began to tug and pull furiously, slowly pulling the tight fiber up little by little before one big rocking pull like before had given him room again to pull his arm out.
Steve hadn’t noticed in his rush that the water had stopped and the sound of his mother’s feet hitting the soft carpet floor as she entered the room. It wasn’t until the bass of her steps were too close that Steve was jolted back to reality from his labors and noticed that five enormous toes stared across from his confines. Leaning away from his efforts in freeing his feet, Steve looked up past the incredibly long, thick tree trunks that were his mother’s legs, slipping under her silky purple nightie that traced her bodies curves up past her great billowy breasts, where the top of her smooth chest and shoulders escaped, supporting that beautiful, domineering, but obviously tired face, hidden amongst her free wavy hair. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie. At first, the view of this face looking down was quite normal for the circumstances but suddenly, it happens. Some cataclysm of great upheaval is reached and this face contorts through the phase of shock and simmers on fear. Unlike a horror movie though, fear does not stay for long. Steve could only imagine it was fear of indecency or of invasion of privacy as he looked on at his mother who had now finally taken notice of him, his own fear probably unnoticed to his mother on his tiny face. Finally, the true emotion came to view: Anger. A great frown formed on his mother’s face, one that Steve not only imagined he had never seen before, but was infinitely more powerful on his mother’s IMAX size face that only came closer as she bent down to her son.
“STEPHEN! OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS… JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOUNG MAN?!” She yelled, finally having the power to voice a sample of what was going through her mind. From outside the door, Alison let out a sudden snicker as she finally heard that first sweet ring of her plan coming to fruition. ‘Oh he is in so much trouble’ she thought with a smile on her face as she leaned in to hear more.
Yelling up as loudly as he could while his mother picked up the two ends of her bra, Steve’s words were lost as the bra folded in and he began to hang by his ankles until Kady finally dropped her bra on her dresser and revealed her tiny son once again for better interrogation. From the fall, Steve’s left foot had actually slipped through the noose around his ankles. There was no time to bend in and remove his other foot as his mother’s intimidating presence was his primary focus as her angry countenance leaned in towards him again, her cleavage spilling out before him this time. Seeing her son lying across her undergarment, she finally had a moment to put two and two completely together, a look of disbelief slapping her for a moment before yelling “WERE YOU MASTERBATING IN MY BRA?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
Not liking how this may be going, Steve tried to plead his case, yelling out “NO! I SWEAR I WASN’T DOING THAT MOM! I WAS JUS-“
“YOU WERE JUST WHAT? WALKING INTO MY ROOM AND HAPPENED TO FALL INTO MY BRA BY ACCIDENT? IS THAT IT?!” Her eyes locked onto her son’s, it nearly felt to Steve like she was actually stabbing him with the intensity of her gaze! His body recoiled under the pressure before Kady blinked, her face relaxing while she took a deep breath, as if she were actually expelling some of the anger in her gaze with it. Her hand rose from her side and came down on top of her bra, as she lightly pinched two fingers around her little son and lifted him out, his foot easily sliding out of its now looser holdings, and brought him before her face. “Oh Stephen, what am I going to do with you?” Seeing the disappointment in his mother’s eye and the softer frown of his mother’s lips, Stephen felt an undeserved wave of shame wash over him as his mother’s giant visage berated his honor and he eye’s shot back and forth small distances looking him over; analyzing his small form. Looking away, he found an unfortunate solace in hiding his own gaze inside the very long and warm reaches of his mother’s cleavage unfolding in front just below him.
Alison was having a tough time hearing what her mother was saying now that she stopped yelling, but the words were still floating through the door well enough, albeit still muffled. Her smile hadn’t left her face once this morning and so far it looked like it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon either. This was turning out to be one of her best pranks yet, she thought happily before her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s sudden burst of words.
“YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT MY BREASTS! Oh no, after ALL the trouble you are in, you are not going to sit there and tell me you were just staring at my breasts while I was talking to you! LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, MISTER!” The look of anger on her face appeared again as she stared at the little man dangling from her fingers, her mind thinking at a mile a minute. A lightbulb suddenly turns on in her head as her eyebrows jolt upward to her son’s notice. Slowly lowering her son down onto her dresser just next to her bra, she opens a drawer and takes out a pair of panties and bends down, slipping them down as she talks, her tone leveling out in an eerie calm; “So you think you like big boobs, huh? You think they’re just so great?” She questioned rising back up, reaching her hands down and pulling up her nighty as she stared down at her tiny son before her. “Maybe they are for you boys, but not today, no, not for this little boy,” she trailed off as her nightie came up over her head, leaving her heaving breasts to fall free before Steve’s amazed eyes. They were just locked on them; his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of their immense size jiggling before him, beckoning him to touch their warm cushiony mass. Reaching for her bra, Kady pulled it up and censored her little boy’s view as she fastened it on. Picking up her son once again between her finger and her thumb, she brought him before her face. “You’re mother’s breasts are not your toys,” she announced beginning to smile as she finished “but for your punishment, today you’re going to be their toy.”
Looking out at what surely was his mother’s vengeful smile, a gush of air hit Steve’s face as he dropped from Kady’s hand and plummeted down into her eagerly awaiting pillows below. Her other hand had come up and pushed open her tight cleavage just for him, and as his body hit and wedged into the bottom of her cleavage, her fingers slipped away, encasing the rest of his body with her warm high-pressure heavenly flesh. Feeling his body mushed together between her tits, knowing that he was completely trapped and helpless between them, sent an odd tingle down Kady’s spine. It seemed what she said may actually be true; maybe she will use her tiny perverted more as a toy for her tits then she had actually thought. Taking her hands and placing them on the sides of each breast, Kady pushed her boobs together playfully, rubbing her son’s body around between her soft fat knockers as that odd tingle returned in full as she released a short moan from the feel of it all. Letting go and breaking into a devious smile, she looked down into her cleavage, she pat her left breast as she teased “Don’t drown in there baby,” before resuming her schedule to get ready for work.
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