I find a pile of clothes in my bathroom.....my 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 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 son's wife calls, she is worried about where her husband has got to. I explain the situation and that my poor 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 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.