By: RobManRobMan
"Come on, Mom! Don't you think think this is a little extreme?!" your friend complained.
"Not at all, Honey," the older woman replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "You know the rules. While you live under my roof, you'll ask permission before having friends over."
"You made that rule when I was 14! I'm 25 for fuck sake!"
"Language, Honey," the older woman said with a sigh. "And it doesn't matter when the rule was made. You live in my house and eat my food, in clothes I bought you and sleep in a bed I have to make each morning. So, if I make a rule, you follow it."
"But you didn't have to do," your friend paused to gesture to her mother's armpits, "this to my friends!"
"You have to learn one way or another. If actions don't have consequences then you'll never learn," said the older woman.
"Couldn't you at least have them doing this stuff in private? It's been so gross watching it for the past week."
"Then don't watch and go get ready for work," the older woman shrugged. "I shrunk your friend's down to lick my armpits for hot, sweaty days just like this one, so why wouldn't I use my darling little pets?" she smirked, taking another sip of coffee.
"They're not 'pets', Mom," your friend muttered. She stormed off to prepare for work, unable to put up any really fight against her magically powered mother.
"Such an aggressive girl," the older woman sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "Still, her disobedience has it's advantages," she chuckled, raising an arm to look at you.
You and your other friend had been shrunk down by your friend's mother. Then, she used her magic to bind you to her armpits so you can't fall off unless she chooses to take you out.
The most twisted part of the older woman's punishment however was the mind control. Your trapped in your body, seeing, feeling and tasting everything. But you have no control. If she wishes you to lick her sweat, you body begins to lick. If she wishes you to eat the dirt and dead skin of her armpit, you begin to search and eat.
It is horrific. Trapped, desperate to resist and forced to suffer on the older woman's armpits.
You serve one armpit, and your other friend takes care of the other. And in this warm summer weather, neither of you is short on work.
The older woman pulled her arm against her body, squishy you with her sweaty flesh. Her magic didn't allow you to stop licking her morning sweat, and your shrunken body desperately tried to keep licking despite being crushed by her arm.
"I think you're my favourite," she chuckled, as she sadistically watched you struggle between her body and arm. "I know I shouldn't play favourites, but you had such a pretty face when you were normal size, it's almost a shame to see you like this... almost."
She stretched her arm and let you move again, her magic compelling you to continue your licking of sweat.
"Well, I best get ready for work myself," she sighed, downing the last of her coffee. She stood up and went to her bedroom.
She stripped off her nightwear and grabbed a bottle of perfume. She gave a quick spray to each armpit. The chemicals stinging your eyes and burning in your mouth as you continued to lick her sweaty. Just because you both clean her armpits almost constantly, it doesn't mean the actual smells go away, instead they linger on to make you suffer further.
The older woman continued to get dressed before heading to the car. Her daughter sat sulking in the passenger seat, unable to drive herself to work.
"Are you ready to go?" the older woman asked as she sat down, uncaring to how dizzying her movements are to her shrunk passengers.
Your friend mumbled a reply, and her mother started the car. She pulled out of the driveway and began the journey.
The older woman said suddenly noticed an itch in her armpit. "(Y/N), would you mind getting that itch for me?"
On command your shrunken body crawled to the itch in her armpit and scratched it until it was satisfied.
"Thank you, Darling," the older woman chuckled, giving you an 'affectionate' squeeze with her arm. "You can go back to licking now."
"Really?" your friend muttered. "You're taking them to work now too?"
"Of course!" her mother smiled. "I get quite sweaty at the office, why wouldn't I use ever tool at my disposal?"
"You're disgusting."
"Don't knock it until you try it, Honey," the older woman chuckled. "Besides, I wouldn't have needed to shrink these fine young things if you had just asked if it was alright for them to come over. I might have even baked a fresh batch of cookies for you all to share."
Your friend rolled her eyes and focused her attention out the window.
The car was warm from the intense summer sun, so the older woman's sweat increased. Likewise, so did your workload.
Eventually the older woman dropped off her daughter and began to head to work. While her work was just beginning, yours never seemed to stop. She doesn't take you out at night or throughout the day, sometimes she even leaves you in while she showered, the soap stinging your eyes as you continued to lick and gargle her shower water in your open mouth.
It has only been a week since she shrunk you, but it was going to be a long time before she felt her daughter learnt her lesson. But then again, she never promised to free you, even if that was her original intention... and it did feel nice having her personal pets at her sides every moment of every day.
You won't know for sure if this is a permanent thing, but all you could know for certain was that things aren't going to change any time soon. Welcome to your foreseeable future...