xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Mom already has a little pool tote packed and is waiting on me, but I can’t decide on which bikini I wanna tease you with. We’ve been neighbors for a few years and you’ve finally invited us to spend the day enjoying your big pool. I know my mom thinks you like her, but obviously, you’d want someone my age. Someone to keep you young!
Julie, my mom, keeps telling me to hurry up and that being late when the house is right next door is inexcusable. I picked a tiny red bikini a friend left at the house last summer. It’s a little too small for me; it shows way more tits than she would ever allow and rides up my ass like a thong.
I yank on some jean cut-off shorts to cover it and a white button-up blouse. Next, I run into my flip-flops and jog down the stairs, telling her I’m ready. I see her bag and ask what she could possibly need when it’s right next door. Mom’s wearing a sensible black tankini, but her massive tits still threaten to spill over the top. The back is all open, showing her smooth skin, and she has a sheer black wrap skirt around her hips, giving just a hint of her thick thighs as she walks. She looks down in the bag and shrugs. “Towles, sunscreen, clothes to change into if we get cold.”
Shrunken Little Pool Toy
I roll my eyes and tell her she’s crazy, then I put on sunglasses, and she gets her big straw hat. She checks her phone as we get to the door of your house, and she says, “Oh, he left it open; he’s out back. Go on in.” I push open the door, looking around your house like some snoop investigating my future husband’s house.
Mom swats my ass and tells me to quit and get outside. We exit the kitchen through the sliding glass door just in time to see you fumbling backward, coughing in a cloud of smoke. “Tony?” My mom yells with concern, echoing in her voice, then shoves me to the side to get to you. She’s a few steps away when your body seems caught in a swirl of smoke, and then… you’re gone.
“What the fuck?” I murmur and start to come closer. “Stay back,” Julie yells at me and holds out her hand. “Tony?” She says again; the wind pulls the smoke towards the fence, and she sees your swim trunks on the ground. She drops to her knees and carefully lifts them up. Your shrunken little body, the size of a tictac, tumbles out of the left leg hole of your shorts and onto the soft grass. “Oh my God.” She whispers, her body casting a considerable shadow over your limp form. “Fuck fuck fuck, Frannie, get a towel.”
Tictac Sized Neighbor
I come running toward my mom with a towel flapping behind me. She’s squatted down looking at what I can only assume is you, and holds out her hand to slow me down. “Stop; you’ll scare him.” She hums and waggles her fingers for the towel. I walk slowly, almost on tiptoes, as if ill cause an earthquake if I keep running.
Mom grabs the towel and carefully folds it twice; she places it on her palm, so it drapes over, and she starts to shush you while her fingers carefully sweep you onto the towel like an injured bug.
I lean in from the other side. “What happened to him?” I ask in awe. Seeing you so, so tiny and naked on the white towel in her hand.
“Someone wasn’t careful with the chemicals.” She coos and slowly stands up so as not to scare you further. “You shouldn’t mix those two together, silly boy.” She is baby talking to you as she moves over to one of the lounge chairs.
“Do we need to call a Doctor? 911? Or take him to the hospital?” I am starting to panic, and her calm demeanor is freaking me out.
“No-no-no. He’ll be just fine after a few days. We can just have our fun with him and the pool before then.” She points a delicate finger down at you. Gently nudging you with the squared-off French tip of her nail. “Can’t we, little guy?”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208