Bonding with Mommy
*** This is a custom order; the name Doug was used *** My husband has left me to "deal with you" today, my unemployed step-son. I'm not sure what that means or why I should have to "deal with you" when he knows I'm busy. Instead, I slip you a shrinking potion just so you're a more tolerable size to "handle". I start teasing you about what it would be like having you tag along while I run my errands all day: you're so small, no one would see, hear, or even know you're somewhere hidden with me. Should I have you rattle and stumble around in my big purse? Maybe you could fit in my bra between my warm tits. Slip into my panties? The ideas are starting to excite us both as I wonder what your new life as my tiny secret could be like. Mömmy will keep you safe and warm, you won't have to worry about anything else, and we can bond and become much closer, like you've always wanted! Aren't you lucky?
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