Mom's Friend Has A Big Secret

"Tommy, wake up." The loud roars of a maternal voice rings out through the room.

"Five more minutes." You yell, followed by a yawn as you rest your head back onto the pillow.

"When I come back to your room, I want you dressed. I have a lot to do today and I can't be picking up your slack. I have to finish packing up for my trip." Your name is Tommy Morrison, you'd like to say that you're just a normal sixteen year old kid from Kentucky but being three inches tall is not normal. You were born with a rare condition that left you a fraction of the size a normal person would be. It was quite a surprise when you were born and the doctors found your tiny baby body buried in the placenta. Luckily you are not the first person born with this condition and its more common than people think. Common enough for there to be procedures to care for a newborn so small at least.

Outside of being 3 inches tall, you are a completely healthy teen, thin, in shape, and a thick head of brown hair. You live at home with your mom, Chelsea Morrison. She is the sweetest person you know, which isn't a very large pool due to the fact you get home schooled by tutors. Its so you don't get lost among the kids in public school, where you can also be crushed, squashed, kidnapped, or mysteriously disappear. A lot of bad things can happen when you can easily be stepped on without no one noticing. At least you have the internet and online gaming to make friends, so you get that social interaction. Its just been you and your mom you've never known who your father was and your mom always changes the subject when its brought up. Your mom has a bit of a homely shape to her, curvy at least and chubby at most but that just means there is a lot to love. Her dark hair goes to the back of her neck and she wears thick glasses of which she is blind without them. If they were to make a live action Scooby Doo movie, your mom would be perfect for Velma.

"Are you dressed yet Tommy?"

"Just need a minute." You hop out of bed and rush over to your dresser. The good thing about being small is that you don't take up much space. You basically live in a dollhouse in the smallest room. The dollhouse is an antique though, carved out of wood which makes it feel more genuine than a plastic toy one. You change out of your pajamas and into some jeans and a t-shirt. Your mother comes into the room and picks you up for some breakfast pancakes on the kitchen table, a short stack already waiting for you in your custom seat. "So, looking forward to your vacation?" You ask your mom as she finishes up packing and sits down to devour her stack of golden brown flap jacks.

"I just hope I don't forget anything. I haven't been on a plane for such a long time, I'm afraid I'll lose something in customs or something."

"Well, sorry I'm not airplane friendly. Not my fault they don't have a plane that takes tinies. We still have fun on our road trips though." Road trips are the only way you and your mom can travel. Although she has to secure your carrying case or else you get motion sickness from rocking back and forth.

"Right, right. Like the time we drove to Florida." You remember that trip, it was so hot that your mom's shirt was drenched in sweat by the time you reached the hotel. Tropical weather my foot. You see Chelsea's fork stab into the large slice of pancakes, which was twice as big as you, being brought to her face and disappearing past her lips with a huge chomp. "Remember to be good to Donna. I don't want to hear you've been pulling pranks on her."

"What, me? Never." You say over dramatically. Donna Reed is your mom's BFF, Best Friend Forever. The two of them go way back to high school and she is no stranger to you. You've known Donna for your entire life practically. You hate to admit this, because it is embarrassing, but Donna is the first woman you've ever had a crush on and probably the first person you've jerked off fantasizing about. Who could blame you though. She looks like the girl next door's older and hotter sister. Bleach blond hair waving in the wind with perfect volume going down her back. Amazing figure with thin waist, long legs, wide hips and those enormous breasts. Like a hot Pamela Anderson with a voice that sounds like Jennifer Tilly. With your mom going away for the week, Donna agreed to babysit you for the entire time at her place.

After breakfast your mom drove you to Donna's house which was a couple

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