"Matt, honey? Are you okay?" she asked speaking into the machine.A small human-shaped figure began to appear in the television and solidified into a t...ny version of Matt."Looks like he's about six inches tall," Wilco said.Mrs. Veetee looked over at Wilco. "Is there any way to fix him?" Not until we invent a size reversal machine. He'll have to stay like that for now."Mrs. Veetee looked back at her son. "How are you, honey? Are you feeling okay?" I'm fine, mom," Matt said. "Look at me! I'm on. I tried to turn towards her, cutting off her approach, but she forcefully maneuvered my body into a more receptive position with my butt in the air and my head buried under a pillow.I felt as if I would puke at any moment when the cool sensation of a well-lubed finger invaded the final vestiges of my sphincter and probed the murky tunnel for my swollen prostrate. Within moments I could feel my creamy essence flowing through my urethra with a sweet burning sensation that made me groan. Her. My tears making her warm skin damp, as they fell. She never spoke just stroked my hair for what could have been hours even though I knew it was only minutes. As I calmed down I became aware that all my mother wore was a pair of sexy lace panties and a matching lace bra. My arms went about her hips holding her close like a lifeline I was still so scared. I finally heard her speaking drawing my mind from my fear I tried to listen. “.....only hoped you and Sheldon wouldn’t have to go thru this.”. Hard. Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The gladiatorswere coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and triedto get ready to meet the man who now owned him. JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the small cell.His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single bulb that hungoverhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle. Sweat beadedon the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark tattoo of a.