You pause, confused. Why is SHE here?
"You picked a fine day to get yourself into trouble, little mister." Johanna, Dawn's mother, looks down at you from behind her decently-sized chest. She was dressed in the same white shirt and jeans you saw her wear when you first met. She is, however, not wearing the redish apron she had on before. She leans down, setting her breasts on the table.
Obviously, your first question was why she is here. You have to shout it loud for her to hear, as there's at least a hundred feet of distance between you and her ear.
"Well, officially, I'm teaching a fashion class. As a former Top Coordinator, it seems I've garnered a few fans in the student and faculty. Your principal asked me to come by and teach for a bit." Her expression then turns more stern. "However, let's talk about you. You're the only guy I've seen Dawn get so close to and now you're, what, a half-inch tall?"
You argue that it's not your fault and that you were shrunk without your consent for reasons outside of your control. Johanna listens to your complaints and nods.
"Okay then. I want you to look me in the eye and answer me honestly. Have you looked up any girls skirts before or after being shrunk?"
You tell her you haven't, even by accident, before being shrunk and that you haven't yet since you just got shrunk.
"'Yet?'" Johanna raises an eyebrow.
You panic and explain that you have no interest in looking up skirts but can't deny the possibility of it happening on accident since you're so small.
"No interest? None? What about Dawn's skirt?" She asks.
Fearful of a mother's wrath, you explicitly deny any interest in looking up Dawn's skirt.
"Oh?" Johanna responds, her voice lowering and sounding angry for reasons you don't comprehend. "Then whose are you interested in?"
You're more shocked than anything at her insistence. While you're definitely lying about not having any interest in looking up girls' skirts, she seems upset for some reason that this includes her daughter's.
After a moment of silence, a blush appears on her face.
"D-Do you have an interest in looking up MY skirt?" Johanna's eyes widen in shock.
You shout out a no to the sudden conclusion she reached, but the accusation left you so frazzled that it didn't come out at all convincing.
"Oh my...!" Johanna stands up and walks away from the table. You try and shout up at her but there is no way in Hell your voice is reaching her ears now. "But he's going to be Dawn's boyfriend... I came here to support her but I might just be getting in the way!"
She paces back and forth, mumbling to herself. Meanwhile you're desperately trying to get her attention to clear up this misunderstanding. Both regarding her and your apparent status as Dawn's eventual boyfriend. After all, Dawn doesn't even like you like that, right?
"As his future mother-in-law, I need to set him on the right path." She says to herself.
You continue to shout up at her in vain, although you realize that this entire time your eyes have been locked on her nice ass held tight by her jeans, her panty line visible clearly. You shake your head, insisting to yourself that it's completely normal for a boy to be interested in this kind of thing.
"Alright, Reader!" She slams her hands down on the table, forcing you to the ground. Her breasts swing dangerously close to your body as she looks down at you. "I'm flattered but you shouldn't set your sights on an older lady like me."
Now within earshot, you shout up that she's mistaken.
"I know, I know. It's not easy getting rejected, especially given how much stress you're feeling right now from being so teensy." Despite having not even confessed to begin with, you feel a little hurt by her rejection. "But you need to focus on girls your age. Like my daughter."
She wasn't even being subtle about it now.
She moves a bit closer, her breasts swinging just inches away from your face. You can't help but stare at them. Mainly just because they are terrifyingly huge at half-an-inch tall, despite being only decently big to a normal person.
Johanna notices your stare and blushes.
"Y-You know, Dawn takes after me. Hers are decent now but I'm sure in the future..." Johanna leans back a bit and cups her breasts. She then moves her hands outwards, implying that she thinks Dawn will become much larger in the future. You blush both from arousal at the implication and in embarrassment from your best friend's mom so clearly misunderstanding everything.
Johanna stands up once more.
"A woman like me is no good, you know?" She turns around and grabs her ass. "See? It's big and fat. Dawn's is much cuter."
You feel like you're about to pass out from how hot your face is getting. You also feel like you might need to apologize to Dawn later for this.
Your lack of reaction only makes Johanna more worried that she's ruined her daughter's chance at love.
I need to get through to him. Johanna thinks. Dawn said she was going to invite him up to the roof and I know she borrowed my favorite pair of panties so there's only one thing she would call him up to do... If she confessed to him now... Her blood runs cold at the thought of how devastated Dawn would be if the guy she liked turned her down for her mom.
Johanna then gets an idea.
"Emergency lesson, Reader!" Before you can respond, she's got you between her massive fingers. "As your teacher and future mother-in-law, I need to make you realize that your affection for me should be directed towards Dawn!"
You try to respond, but her fingers have you gripped too tightly. You can't breathe!
"From now until you grow back I will do everything in my power to make you see the light. The light that guides you to giving me grandbabies!"
You now understand why Dawn was so mad about talking with her mom before about a boyfriend. She's so pushy!
Johanna moves you down to her rear and pulls open her back pocket. You can't even squirm at this point from lack of oxygen. She drops you in and lets it slap shut and, somehow, it feels even tighter in here than it did between her fingers! It is, however, not focused on your lungs and you're just barely able to suck in some air. But now you're helplessly trapped in Johanna's tight back pocket!
"I know the perfect first lesson for you, Reader!" Johanna walks out of the room with you in tow, convinced she knows how to get you to lose interest in her.
What does she have planned?
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