Living in a wealthy neighborhood had its own benefits but some cons too, since even if everyone in this suburban area had a car, driving each time for simple groceries was a chore, while the citizens of the metropolis in the distance had everything between their apartments. But at least everyone here got their precious privacy, minding their own business, even taking leisure in the sun with no clothes on in their yards, behind tall fences. But neighbours couldn’t see what was happening in other households, for good or bad.
Clarky, a straight-A student, entered his house, probably too big for just two people living there. A trail of sweat ran from his forehead, down behind the collar of his full suit. Even during hot days, they were required to wear a vest and a tie, being extremely strict with the dress code, just like with other various rules. But the young, blonde-haired man didn’t complain at all, always facing struggles with a smile on his face. Plus, he could finally see his mother, who had her own code about what to wear or not.
Cortana, a blue-skinned humanoid, couldn’t be compared with other people, since almost everything about her was different. Not just the outer looks, since she wasn’t a being of flesh and blood like her son, but being respected in the community anyway, either out of fear of pure fascination. And the latter was completely justified.
Seeing his mother, Clarky never got bored with this view, seeing a completely naked woman with a truly astonishing figure. The way her hefty breasts moved along with her hips, how large nipples always seemed to be hard and engorged. And how her labia were visible to everyone to see, begging to be played with, just like a round, perfect butt cheeks. Everything about her was ideal and her only son couldn’t find a better parent. Maybe she was too perfect?
     - Ah, Clarky. How was your day, sweetheart? - Being taller than him, she lowered herself a bit, while her heavy breasts swung near his face, giving him a full sight of two massive globes of alien material. But those still looked amazing, just like real human ones.
     - It was hot, but I’m happy to be home, mom - he said, wanting to add “to be with you”, but he always was shy for the opposite gender. Especially if the woman he spoke with was his own mother.
     - Oh, I’m happy too... - she ran her cool, smooth finger along his cheek, sending shivers down his spine - I was going for a tan. You can join me. But probably you want to play with whatever is in the package which came just now...
The blue woman chuckled, mentioning the box on the coffee table. Being a mother of a young, growing man meant that she knew what kinds of things he could be interested in, not minding that he could order an adult toy. He was full of hormones, after all. But she couldn’t be more wrong about the contents of the package.
His eyes lit up after hearing the news. It was finally here? He rushed to the table while Cortana only continued to chuckle, before leaving “them” be. Not even going back to his room upstairs, Clarky opened the cardboard box, almost tearing it apart. Yes, there it was. He ordered it not really expecting it to be real. But he had to check it.
A strange-looking device resembled a gun, although it wasn’t close to any model of firearm he knew. It was smooth, slim, resembling those silly weapons out of old black and white sci-fi movies. Maybe it was a joke then? A fake?
Young adult took the gun, seeing there weren’t any instructions. He shrugged it off, since it always got down to just pressing a button, or he hoped for at least. He aimed the end of the barrel that resembled more a beak of a hummingbird towards a table lamp and pulled the trigger. Before his eyes, the object started shrinking, slowly but steadily. It got smaller in his own eyes, but after checking it closer with his hand, he knew it worked. It looked quite peculiar, with oversized cable coming out of it. Now, what should he do next? But his mind returned to the previous, rather lustful track. His bountiful parents. Who knows what things he could do with her, when their size could finally match. Or better yet, if he would be taller, for a change.
With the device still in his hand, Clarky left through the back door, seeing a blue female from behind, relaxing on the lawn chair. Her massive breasts shining in the sun, while perky nipples raised upwards, like they were flowers, hungry for precious sunlight. Boy had many various ideas of the encounter, like he could shrink himself and climb inside her inviting, perfect pussy. But no, he didn’t want to degrade himself like that. Being the only man of the house, he had to act like one and show her what he’s really made of.
     - Is that you, sweetie? You can still come, just lose those pants or you’re going to boil yourself in that suit. Maybe you could massage my back too, hm...? - she giggled, not even turning her head around. They finally made the decision.
The end of the shrink ray gun aimed very close to Cortana’s head. After pulling the trigger, he did his best to reduce her size evenly and only her. The cobalt beauty gasped, feeling a strange sensation in her entire body, like a combination of tickling and itching at the same time. Her whole figure shook, which gave the boy another delightful view, seeing her gigantic tits vibrating just for him.
Soon enough, Cortana was only a fraction of herself. Still gorgeous and naked as ever, but only the size of his palm. He picked up the panicking miniature of his loving parent, amazed by the result. Holding her upside down by the leg, he could not help himself but just grin deviously.
     - What’s going on? Clarky? Is that you? Put your mommy down, okay? And turn her back. Okay, sweetie?
But he didn’t answer. Returning inside, his mind was blurry, unable to think straight. So, what now? He always wanted to somehow dominate his mom, but what could give him ultimate satisfaction? What could ensure that they would be still together afterward the “lesson?” That’s it!
Boy could swallow her right here in the kitchen, but that would be too easy. Plus, he wanted to savor this very moment, tasting each part of his new toy. He finally noticed many food ingredients on the counter. Oh, that’s right, it was taco Tuesday. Seeing cooked minced meat, beans, corn, jalapenos and sour cream, he grinned once more. Placing a tiny mother on the wooden board, he picked up a heavy rolling pin, now looking starving at the sapphire colored figure.
     - Sweetie? What are you doing? You don’t need it; you hear me? Please, whatever is going on, just stop it. Please? Don’t do it!
Her high-pitched screams weren’t enough for the mischievous boy who already decided. Using a kitchen tool, he crushed the shrunken mother with its weight, slowly flattening it against the wood. Since she wasn’t human, it was much easier to do, not having to deal with bones or organs, just like playing with dough. He noticed how her breasts grew in size, although losing their plumpness, just like the rest of her, now silent and limp body. It was a marvelous sight, still staring at the naked, glorious figure. He didn’t notice how quickly he grasped down, now painfully pulsating from nowhere. Gazing upon flattened breasts, he rubbed his hard member with switch motion, grasping it, with no intention to finish. With all his strength, he finally stopped pleasuring himself and placed the blue cake back on the counter, now placing various edibles on it. Feeling bold enough, Clarky used his fingers to stuff the meat into her orifices, using every hole, moaning to himself after feeling a mother’s shallow vagina. After placing everything on it, he topped the bizarre gastronomic invention with cream and rolled Cortana into burrito. Breathing heavily, he couldn’t back down from this dream. Absorbing his own mother which he loved deeply, being overwhelmed with lust all over these years with her, will be the perfect end of their relationship and beginning of a new one.
He bit hard on the one end of the meal where Cortana’s head was located, crushing it completely with teeth, carefully chewing the mix of meat, vegetables and Cortana herself. No sensation, not even tantric orgasm could compete with it. Still standing half naked with a raging erection, Clarky took another bite, closing his eyes in delight, moaning quietly. The way her breasts felt on his tongue, could fuel his immoral thoughts. After that, he got a stuffed pussy, which he savored unhurriedly, remembering how it looked before the incident. But like with every fun, it had to end eventually. He licked off the last drops of cream from his fingers, feeling something in his teeth. With a smirk, Clarky picked out the leftover foot and tossed it away.
     - Itadakimasu - he whispered and his eyes lit.