With an uncharacteristically weary sigh the door to your house opens ajar and with a sudden bang and push your mother Miriam hip checks her way into her home. You were too terrified to see her but if you could you would understand why she elected to use her wide hips to burst into her home, both of her hands were clutching two brown take out bags full of greasy foods. They were packed to the brim.
With the Mayor's office being in an chaotic state these past few days your mother has been long rough days at work, today was her breaking point. The minute she could clock out she left in a huff and ordered no less then twelve extra cheesy and spicy burritos from the cheap fast food joint. Your mother has the ability to craft authentic Mexican cuisine that would make the doubled stuffed greasy wraps of lumps in her bags look like sludge. But on her more stressed days the cheap sludge is her comfort food.
"Hah...finally free."
Miriam sighs as she kicks off her high heels and walks into the living room placing her lunch onto the coffee table. You were still seated on the couch and paralyzed wondering where to go and what to do. Before a coherent thought can be made you had front row seat as your mother began to strip. She made short work of her business coat and thing white blouse, popping some buttons off but not caring. She was still facing away from you but you can see the bright red stripe of her bra strap and her tits being big enough that you could seem them jostle from her back. Then with a violent tug she un-zipped her black skirt and with sways of her hips and a few jumps she was able to free her massive rear from their prison. Two red straps rode along her waist telling you she was wearing a matching thong along with her bra, every other bit of her thong was consumed by her bronze doughy globes.
It was in this more calming state that Miriam noted two things, one was the food left here a PB and J and chocolate milk. Even if you were the only one home right now your mother would have known instantly who left this here. Then the even odder one was your whole set of clothes left on one side of the couch. This confused then made her laugh for the first time today lifting her spirit.
"Ah my baby boy is finally getting comfortable walking around like his dear mom and sis."
She marveled over joyed that you will no longer be so prudish whenever they like to prance about in their undies, it's their private home afterall and they are all family.
But she wondered just where you were, thinking it strange that you came down here took off your clothes and took one bite of a sandwich..
But she shrugged it off for now, after a good pigging out on her couch she would no doubt find you upstairs sleeping like a log. She was so envious of students and their breaks. But she took your chocolate milk as a payment, you did make a mess. Plus a full glass of dairy and two bags of greasy burritos would fill her right up.
You were scared beyond reason during all this, you could not believe she has yet to spot you. You were still tucked away in the corner of the couch hiding, luckily your clothes were on the far left square of the couch and you were hiding on the far left one.
But you needed to do something and quick, after guzzling down your chocolate milk your Mom was about to head to the kitchen to get a drink or two to help wash down her burrito muckbang. This was your chance but the question was chance to do what?
Now fully comfortable she raised her arms up and stretched creaking some well worked bones and gaining a minor form of relief. It was in this more calming state did she notice
1. You decide that getting help will be the best course of action as soon as possible and she was your mother after all sure she can overly affectionate and says how she misses when you were her little man in the literal sense but even if she saw your now seven and a half inch form surely she would understand the gravity of the situation and help you....surely.
2. Nope. Nope, nope nope. You need to get far far away as possible and fast. You decide you will wait for her to head to the kitchen and try to break for the stairs and head upstairs. The trip for your doll sized body would be grueling for sure, hell your legs already ached just thinking about scaling them stairs but you need to get somewhere safe and process just what the hell happened to you.
3. The decision is stolen as she locks eyes with you. Your fate is in Miriami's hands.
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