You've spent hours in a deep state of shock and disbelief. Your own mother has not only shrunk you, she's also used you for a sex toy. And enjoyed it. But the worse thing, the thing has left you feeling crushed, helpless, betrayed and completely alone, was your mom informing you that you were going to be your own family's slave. Forever. You don't know whether she was serious, or whether she just trying to scare you. But it's worked. You're so terrified you're trembling. From the look on your mom's face, she was deadly serious. Naturally, you can't stomach the idea of your sisters using you as a sex toy, just like your mom did earlier. But you know that you don't have a choice in the matter. You're completely powerless.

You don't know how long it's been since your mom inserted you into her vagina, but you know that the number of hours must be in double figures by now. You've tried as hard as you can not to move, but it's been difficult. Even though you're only one inch tall, there's not a great deal of room inside your mother's vagina. You get cramp every couple of hours, which means you have no choice but to change position.

You feel a huge sense of relief when your mother finally decides to release you from the prison that was her genitals. It's short lived though. You feel the cold, fresh air of the outside world as your mom pulls you out of her body feet first. Dangling upside down between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, you quickly realise that you're in the bathroom. Your mom lifts you up from between her thighs and unceremoniously drops into a small pool of water in the sink. You can't help letting out a shriek as the freezing cold water makes contact with your skin. You hear your mom chuckle before the stern expression and voice she had before she put you inside her return.
"Here," she says as she throws you what, to her is a tiny piece of soap. To you it's the size of a normal bar.
"Clean yourself up..slave. You're other two mistresses are looking forward to meeting their new toy".
You look up at her sadly as you realise that your mom was indeed being serious when she said you were going to live forever as your own family's slave. You feel tears well up in your eyes, but somehow manage to stop yoruself from crying.
"HURRY UP!" She snaps as you slowly wash her cum and vaginal fluids from your body.
"You don't want to keep your owners waiting"
So, you wash yourself as quickly as you can. Your mom then plucks you out of the water and drops you into the palm of her left hand. With a small piece of towel, she roughly dries you off.
Then she holds you up to her face and says;
"Before we go downstairs, think about this. If you embarass in front of my daughters by being disobient. If you make me look bad. I will grow you to six inches and give you back your sense of pain. Then I will drop you into the frying pan and cook you. And when you're properly cooked, I will eat you. Slowly. Feet first. And every second of it will leave you screaming in agony. Once you're in my stomach, you will be digested. And I'll keep digesting you over and over again for a whole week. Then I'll let you out the natural way. Do you understand..slave?"
Wide eyed and trembling with terror, you quickly nod your head.
"I SAID..." your mom says through gritted teeth. "DO..YOU..UNDERSTAND..SLAVE?"
"Y..Y..Yes...mistress", you reply feeling utterly broken.
Your mom smiles triumphantly. "That's better. The sooner you learn your place...the easier it will be for you". She lowers the hand you're in to the front of her stomach and walks out of the bathroom. About halfway down the corridor, your mom stops and lifts you up to her face again.
"What are you?" she asks with a grin.
Fighting back tears, you reply, "I..I am..your slave..mistress".
"Why are you a slave?" she asks.
"B..because I've been bad...and it's all I deserve to be...mistress".
Your mom flashes another triumphant smile.
"Very good slave. You're learning. Next time you're with me...we'll work on you begging to be allowed to pleasure whichever mistress you're with. Now, let's go see your other mistresses".
With that, your mom descends the stairs and walks into the: