He raised his hand, closed her fingers around her stomach, and with his other hand he extended a giant finger.
"No, no, no!" June suddenly began to panic. The hand around her stomach squeezed tightly and adjsuted her, putting her ass up in the air against her will. His index finger and thumb spread her legs apart.
"Let's see what we've got here." Ty whispered, utterly fascinated. "I've never actually seen one."
"Ty!" June whimpered in her pathetic high pitched voice. "Please don't! Please don't do this to me! W-We can work something out!"
"What's the matter, my little June?" Ty whispered again, reassuringly stroking her long messy brunette hair and making her cringe.
"Ty, please!" She turned back to him, hair falling into her eyes, and he saw the absolute and complete fear on her face. "Please, I'm begging you! Whatever this is, whatever you've done to me, I won't tell a fucking living soul! Please don't touch me like that! Please!"
She whimpered as he only chuckled in response. He parted her legs, slipping his knuckles between them to keep her from closing them tight, and she gasped as she felt a huge sweaty giant fingertip touch her nethers.
"You're wet!" Ty giggled in delight. "My God, you're all wet! Why are you wet?"
June blushed in utter humiliation and began to sob. She pulled away hard and Ty let his grip break on her waist. She fell back onto the table, skitting away, and clutched her arms around herself, crossing her legs tight and covering her tits.
Ty started at her in shame and shook. She took stock of herself, realized she was utterly at his whims, and wept openly.
"How did you do this?" June squeaked quietly. "Can you reverse it? Is this fucking me now?"
"I can do whatever I'd like." Ty whispered, grinning wider. "That's all you need to know."
"Holy shit." The doll woman's face fell. She whimpered again and tried to process. "You fucking brat!"
"Now, now." Ty whispered calmly, completely in control. "Being such a nasty cunt all these years is how you got yourself turned into a frightened helpless little Darbie doll."
"All right, all right." June whimpered, still shaking, and pulled herself as small as she could, rocking on her knees and trying to stop crying.
"Dom or sub, step mom?" Ty chuckled.
"Fuck off!" June spat angrily.
"I'm guessing from the slickness of your little lady parts you're a sub. That was unexpected. I just wanted to humiliate you."
June looked down at the wooden table top in utter humiliation and then looked back up at Ty with her brunette hair still draped over her face. She had accepted her fate. "Sub. Hard sub." She admitted, gulping down her total helpless situation. Her voice softened to defeat, her voice still high pitched and squeaky. "Look, Ty, what the fuck do you want from me? I hate you and you hate me. What the fuck is it going to take to turn me back to normal?"
Ty watched June sigh with resignation and saw the pleading in her eyes. He grinned even wider and knew she looked down in shame. "Not even a moment to consider you're only twelve inches tall?"
"I am considering I'm twelve inches fucking tall!" She said testily. "What the fuck am I going to do if you can do this to me? I don't even know what the fuck happened."
Ty sat back, crossed his arms, and laughed.
"Was it the wine?" June realized, looking up in shock. "Did... did you give me a fucking shrinking potion or something?"
"No, June." Ty grinned wider. "I said I can do whatever I want. It's all up here. It just started. Probably because of all you fuckers have done to me over the years."
June went even paler and nodded, trembling again. "Okay. Okay, fine. It doesn't matter. Just tell me what you want. I want to be big again and you want to do whatever the fuck you want to do. You... you wanna finger me? You want me to beg and plead? You wanna use me?"
Ty blushed deep red and was further surprised as June let out a bewildered chuckle. "Fuck sakes, kid. I actually like this."
"Yeah, I felt." Ty stared in wonder. "Who knew we were both freaks?"
"Fuck, don't..." June turned away. "Stop fucking smiling at me like that."
A giant hand reached out and June squeaked as Ty pushed her down onto the table and held her down under his palm. June's eyes widened in shock, she blinked several times again, and with a shamed expression, and a little self-aware smirk, she spread her legs so her step son could see that she was absolutely drenched with steadily oozing pussy juice.
"Jesus Christ." Ty stared in astonishment.
"This is fucking surreal." June admitted, trembling harder. "I... I know what this is. Being... shrunk. And... and played with."
"I didn't." Ty blinked. "I just wanted to put you in your place and it came out like this."
"There's... it's a thing." June gulped, watching Ty's giant fingers rub up and down her knee and inner thighs. She positively gasped with sexual delight as he squeezed her tiny but still quite delicious breasts between his thumb and finger. "Fuck, Ty. Please."
"Please, what?" Ty raised an eyebrow, utterly entranced.
"Just... do what you want to me and get it over with. I've got fucking chores to do."
"Help me with the yard." He shrugged.
"Fine, fucking done."
"Say you're a cunt." Ty laughed.
June blushed deep red and whimpered. "I-I'm a cunt."
"Say you're a bad disgusting woman who gets off on hurting people."
"I-I do." She began to cry fresh tears. "I'm a nasty bitch stuck with an asshole I hate and two kids I never wanted. I'm a disgusting vile snatch who loves to hurt people."
"That's it." Ty whispered gently, grinning as he saw her humiliation and regret increase substantially. She was almost in an emotional break down. He experimentally touched his finger to her tiny pussy lips. She didn't dare move. She looked up at Ty with total embarassment, tears flowing down her cheeks, eyes red and cheeks flushed.
"Who fucking owns you?"
"Y-You do." June gulped. Ty felt the heat under his finger increase. She moistened under his touch.
"You like that, you little bitch, don't you? Who's my little fuck toy?" The 15 year old smiled mavolently.
June gasped and ground her pussy against his giant finger a little. She gasped harder as he grabbed her thighs and slammed her ass into the table, forcing her to stay still.
"I-I am?" June said in shock. "I... I'm your little fuck toy, Ty."
"Good." He grinned. "You're gonna fucking pay, June. For all those years you made my life hell."
She gulped and began hyperventilating again.
"But not right now." Ty smirked pointedly.
"W-What?" June gasped, watching as Ty simply let her go, causing her to fall back onto the wooden tabletop, and stood up to leave the kitchen. "T-Ty!"
The boy shrugged, grabbed his coat, and took June's wallet off of the top of the fridge. She watched in shock as he lifted the $400 she had in the sleeve and tossed it on the table next to her.
"I'm going out." Ty laughed. "Like I never get to do."
"No!" June gasped frantically. "Y-You can't leave me this way! Please! What if somebody comes back, Ty? What if somebody sees me?"
"That's your problem." Ty shrugged, and ignored her cries of protest as he simply walked to the door, stepped outside, and casually shut it behind him.
"TY!" June squeeled, frantically getting to her feet, climbing off the side of the table onto the chair, and nearly falling face first as she jumped off the seat. "TY! COME BACK!"
She watched in a stupor as her step son began walking down the block and vanished down the street.
June stood on the kitchen tile, in shock, and began looking around the cavernous room in a sudden panic attack. What was she going to do?!