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I find a pile of clothes in my bathroom.....my step-son who came to visit has caught the shrinking virus that has been going around. He promised he'd gotten the vaccine but he was lying. I pick him up and chide him for being so irresponsible, but I can't help but be amused by how small and helpless he's become. I notice he's cold so I stuff him in my cleavage to keep him safe and cozy until the morning. The next day I wake up laughing because the naughty boy has climbed into my armpit overnight and is tickling me to get my attention. I finally notice its my tiny step-son, who has shrunk even smaller. I am worried about his size, but also about my body odour since I haven't showered yet. My step-son's wife calls, she is worried about where her husband has got to. I explain the situation and that my poor step-son is almost microscopic now, in fact he's almost the size of a spec of dust. | explain to him that his wife is going to be getting a divorce and I really can't blame her. I explain to my tiny step-son that he's going to have to spend the rest of his life in my armpit, eating my deodorant flakes. I will of course try my best to keep him safe. But in return I will be a goddess to him, controlling day and night according to whether I open or close my arm.