Smothered

by Douglas Greene

 

The little prick actually thought that I'd just let him walk out on me!

I came home from work a bit early yesterday, only to find him packing his things. He said that he 'needed his space', and that I was smothering him. He rambled on about how he thought my interest in witchcraft and the occult was a waste of time and energy, and that I needed to get a life.

Making him little was much easier than I thought.

We've finished with our bath, and after our breakfast, we're going to get dressed in the cutest little romper. Gee, if he felt I was smothering him before, I wonder what he's thinking now!

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