“Maybe we can have some fun.” Ty reassured her, raising from his seat at the table. “What do you say?”
“W-What kind of fun?” June said warily, gripping the flesh of Ty’s hand in her own as she tried to stay steady in his grip.
“Mmm. Use your imagination.” Ty said slyly.
June began to tremble again, nodding. “O-Okay...” She gasped. “Y-You’re going to... use me?”
“Like the toy you are. But maybe if you’re a good little girl we can both feel good.” Ty whispered excitedly.
“Oh God.” June winced, her shrunken voice lowering. She nodded again, though.
Ty bounded up the stairs from the kitchen and into the second floor hallway. He could feel June’s heart racing in fear as he held tight to her in his hand, her quickened pulse beating throughout her shrunken body.
Ty entered his room, gently shut and locked the door and raised June to his line of sight, her lower legs dangling gently beneath his fist.
She was blushing hot red now, and her quick breathing was making her considerable breasts bob up and down rapidly.
“Be gentle with me,” June whimpered, her expression turning to concern. “I’ll do what you want, but I feel like you could break me without even trying.”
“All right, but, here’s the deal.” Ty smiled deviously. “This never happened. Fair?”
“Fair.” June whispered, nodding sheepishly.
“Good.” Ty smirked, sitting down on his bed and gently setting his doll-sized step mom down in front of his crossed legs.
June took a deep breath, nervously matching Ty’s pose, and blushed as he looked down on her. “W-What do you want me to do?”