Bonding With M0mmy

*** This is a custom order; the name Doug was used *** My husband has left me to "deal with you" today, my unemployed step-son. Im not sure what that means or why I should have to "deal with you" when he knows Im busy. Instead, I slip you a shrinking potion just so youre 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: youre so small, no one would see, hear, or even know youre 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 wont have to worry about anything else, and we can bond and become much closer, like youve always wanted! Arent you lucky?