Teensy Fever
Monica huffed as she struggled to climb up her son’s bed. The boy was really going to need to start making his own. Being a mother at this size was a real workout and now, even the mundane task of cleaning up after the kids had turned into a sweat induced workout.
It had been a month since the doctors told her that she contacted Teensy Fever. A cute name someone came up with for the shrinking virus. Luckily no one else in the family shrunk. They had all gotten the virus and while everyone had the flu like symptoms, it was only Monica that had started to dwindle in size. It wasn’t surprising that the kids didn’t shrink as that part of the virus rarely affected children. Though the young mother was hoping that she would be like the majority of the population and just get a mild fever. Instead she was going to need to buy a whole new wardrobe. She hadn’t had a spirt of shrinking in five days and her doctor told her that it was a good indication that the shrinking had come to its end. Monica was grateful for as humiliating as it was at her new size at least she was still larger than her kid’s toys.
After the immense struggle of making a kid’s bed, the little mom stood atop the bed and looked around the room, pretending for a moment that she wasn’t the size of a toddler. A warm, pleasurable, tingling sensation swept over her body and felt cool air hit her bare bottom. With a sense of dread, she knew that another shrinking spirt had just occurred. The few pairs of tailored clothes Monica had ordered on the internet would now need to be returned. Even the tiny thong she was wearing was starting to loosen as the room grew just a hit higher.
Of course, it was in that moment when her son walked through the door, home from school with a few of his buddies in tow. The boy and his “little” friends guffawed at the tiny woman mooning them from her son’s bed.
Monica could feel the heat rise in her cheeks as Greg walked up to her with a bemused smile. “Did you get another shrinking spell little lady” he said and tussled her hair like she was a little girl caught playing in her parents room.
Little lady, that was what her son had taken to calling her she started having to look up to him by the 8th or 9th shrinking spirt. Not mom or mommy, it was cute names he would think up like short cake or little britches, anything that reinforced that he was now the bigger one.
Monica had just hiked her oversized pants when Greg picked up the shrunken woman from under the arms. She let go of the jeans in surprise, grabbing his large hands.
“Wow, your all the more lighter now little britches.”
Monica heard Greg’s friends chortle at that. Seems a tiny pantless woman dangling helplessly in a boys arm is not the pinnacle of respect today’s youth look up to.
It baffled her how strong and imposing the kids were to her now. Even her youngest would now have no problem physically dominating her if the girl so pleased. Greg’s hands felt so large and strong that she didn’t bother with trying to resist.
Monica did her best to assert herself yet when speaking, she hated how little her voice sounded. Rather than the confidence voice that came from authority, she felt it sounded more like a subordinate meekly requesting an unreasonable favor from her boss. “Um Greg, honey? Would you mind putting me down?”
Instead of complying, Greg reached under her, cupping Monica’s bare bottom and bring her close. Her legs went to the sides of his waist and her cheeks flush at how she must look like some girl being picked up by daddy.
“See, I told you she’s gotten allot smaller since you guys last saw her.”
Greg presented her to his friends who goggled at her small form, not bothering with subtlety the only way kids could manage. The two boys, Trey and Matt looked impressed and jealous at the same time. Envious that Greg got to have a shrunken mother while theirs were still normal sized and lame.
The little woman wanted to bury her head in Greg’s neck, embarrassed at all the attention while he walked her to the door, patting her bottom reassuringly.
He set his mom down and she got the opportunity to stare up…way up from her new size. Though it was probably only 3 to 5 inches she just lost, the change in perspective felt significant. He squatted down as to better speak with her but still managed to be taller.
“Don’t worry about trying to make my bed mom, I can do that. But if you’re wanting something to do, why don’t you go get us a few juices from the fridge.” Giving Monica a wink, he pinched her cheek and gave her behind a firm pop with his hand, sending her on her way.
Rubbing her bottom while scurrying to the fridge, Monica considered, it was only a few weeks ago when it was she giving the orders. Always making sure the kids were in line with gentle but firm hand…but now? When it came to being a single mom, Monica was finding out that size in fact, does matter.
