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Gloria sighed as she looked around the cavernous size bedroom of her son. While off at school she had been instructed to clean as best she could. It was part of her chores for the day. Funny how quickly things can change. She used to be the one dishing out chores. Last year she had been a stay at home mom with a rich husband and obedient son. Then she made the mistake of trying to spice things up by taking a mini pill for her and Greg’s anniversary and that’s when things began to go south. She knew that he liked the idea of mini’s. She herself had always wondered what it would be like own one, let alone be one, for a time at least.

So, when she jumped out of the small box she’d set on their bed after taking the mini pill and shrinking to a fraction of her size, she was delighted to see the startled yet elated look on his face. Then she became a bit confused when he hurried out of the room. She was startled then angry when he walked back into their bedroom with a younger woman in tow half an hour later. Fear crept up her little spine as they stood above her ignoring her high pitch screams inquiring “What the fuck is going on.” They spoke of how this could solve their problem and be happy together.

Its no secret that if one does not take the mini reversal medication in the allotted time, their chances permanent size change will increase. It’s also known that there are certain medications that one should not take when going on a mini vacation because the mixing of those medications with the mini pill will also lead to permanent size change. This is how Gloria found herself being force fed a random type of Lymphoma medication by some giant bimbo her husband was apparently banging.

Now she was a permanent mini. Few rights, no marriage and little respect. Greg’s mistress moved in shortly after Gloria’s demise along with her young daughter. Greg signed over ownership of the families new mini to his son who was more than willing to take on the responsibility. Kevin treated his shrunken mom much like the rest of society treated mini’s, pets that are expected to obey.

It wasn’t horrible, not really. He was a good owner who took great care of her. It was of course an adjustment to take orders from the boy, much less his new stepsister. The young girl that moved in with her husband’s new wife had a fascination with the mini size woman scampering around underfoot. This led Kevin to be a bit overprotective of his toy mom. That was how the little woman found herself labeled like many of the other toys her son possessed

Gloria rubbed absently at the markings on her bottom. She remembered a mistake she had almost made in college in getting the name of her then boyfriend tattooed on her ass, then decided against it thinking on how tacky it might look in the future. Now look at her.

If she was being honest with herself… and she usually was, Gloria didn’t hate being marked. If you were going to be a toy, might as well be the favorite one. The shrunken mom found that there was a certain freedom in being a mini that she never had as a normal size adult. She could ignore much of the expectation’s society had for adults such as work, bills, and clothing. It was like having a large rock lifted off her tiny shoulders. That was the only way she could explain the skip in her step as she bent over to drag her son’s second and third favorite toys back to their respective place in the toy box

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Gloria sighed as she looked around the cavernous size bedroom of her son. While off at school she had been instructed to clean as best she could. It was part of her chores for the day. Funny how quickly things can change. She used to be the one dishing out chores. Last year she had been a stay at home mom with a rich husband and obedient son. Then she made the mistake of trying to spice things up by taking a mini pill for her and Greg’s anniversary and that’s when things began to go south. She knew that he liked the idea of mini’s. She herself had always wondered what it would be like own one, let alone be one, for a time at least.

So, when she jumped out of the small box she’d set on their bed after taking the mini pill and shrinking to a fraction of her size, she was delighted to see the startled yet elated look on his face. Then she became a bit confused when he hurried out of the room. She was startled then angry when he walked back into their bedroom with a younger woman in tow half an hour later. Fear crept up her little spine as they stood above her ignoring her high pitch screams inquiring “What the fuck is going on.” They spoke of how this could solve their problem and be happy together.

Its no secret that if one does not take the mini reversal medication in the allotted time, their chances permanent size change will increase. It’s also known that there are certain medications that one should not take when going on a mini vacation because the mixing of those medications with the mini pill will also lead to permanent size change. This is how Gloria found herself being force fed a random type of Lymphoma medication by some giant bimbo her husband was apparently banging.

Now she was a permanent mini. Few rights, no marriage and little respect. Greg’s mistress moved in shortly after Gloria’s demise along with her young daughter. Greg signed over ownership of the families new mini to his son who was more than willing to take on the responsibility. Kevin treated his shrunken mom much like the rest of society treated mini’s, pets that are expected to obey.

It wasn’t horrible, not really. He was a good owner who took great care of her. It was of course an adjustment to take orders from the boy, much less his new stepsister. The young girl that moved in with her husband’s new wife had a fascination with the mini size woman scampering around underfoot. This led Kevin to be a bit overprotective of his toy mom. That was how the little woman found herself labeled like many of the other toys her son possessed

Gloria rubbed absently at the markings on her bottom. She remembered a mistake she had almost made in college in getting the name of her then boyfriend tattooed on her ass, then decided against it thinking on how tacky it might look in the future. Now look at her.

If she was being honest with herself… and she usually was, Gloria didn’t hate being marked. If you were going to be a toy, might as well be the favorite one. The shrunken mom found that there was a certain freedom in being a mini that she never had as a normal size adult. She could ignore much of the expectation’s society had for adults such as work, bills, and clothing. It was like having a large rock lifted off her tiny shoulders. That was the only way she could explain the skip in her step as she bent over to drag her son’s second and third favorite toys back to their respective place in the toy box