The sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over Cynthia’s expansive form as she bustled around the kitchen. At a towering eight feet tall and a massive 700 lbs, Cynthia was an imposing figure, but her face was softened with love as she cooked breakfast for her son, David.
David sat at the table, his chubby cheeks flushed with the warmth of the morning sun. He couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable under his mother’s gaze, but he brushed it off, telling himself she was just a doting mom.
Cynthia approached the table, a plate of pancakes in hand. She leaned over David, offering him the plate, and “accidentally” spilled a dollop of syrup onto his lap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, David!” Cynthia exclaimed, her ample bosom pressing against his face as she reached for a napkin to clean up the mess. David squirmed, his heart racing as he tried to laugh it off.
Cynthia took the opportunity to get close and personal, her large breasts smothering him as she wiped the syrup off his pants. He could feel her breath on his neck, her voice a low whisper as she asked about his love life.
“Any luck with the ladies, David?” she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
David felt a shiver run down his spine. “Mom, I’m eating,” he mumbled, trying to change the subject.
But Cynthia persisted, playfully insulting his potential partners. “Oh, you could do so much better than them, David. I could fulfill your desires better than any of them.”
David was taken aback. “Mom, what are you talking about?”
Cynthia leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “David, I have a special gift. I can shrink people. It’s a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation.”
David raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his mother’s claims. “Mom, that’s not real.”
But Cynthia insisted it was true. She demonstrated by shrinking a kitchen towel, then offered to shrink David as a “joke.” David refused, but Cynthia persisted, her advances becoming more overt.
“David, you could be my special boy,” she said, her voice dripping with desire.
David was horrified, but he tried to remain calm. “Mom, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Cynthia offered him a drink, slipping a drug into it to make him more pliable. David suspecting nothing, drank it. As the drug took effect, he became drowsy, his eyelids growing heavy.
Cynthia caught him, laying him on the couch and tucking him in. She contemplated her next move, deciding that she’ll lock David in his room until he’s ready to be her “toy.”
Cynthia shrank the doorknob to David’s room, ensuring he couldn’t escape. She smiled, satisfied with her progress.
Cynthia leaned over David, admiring his sleeping form. She couldn’t wait to introduce him to his new lifestyle.
Cynthia went to her room, planning to practice her “skills” until David was ready. She giggled, already imagining the filthy things she’ll do to him.
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