At 20 years old, Mike Callohan was at his sexual prime. The only problem was that he stood a babylike 2'7". Even with the 6" platform shoes he had had made, he only barely broke 3'. (He had originally wanted 12" platforms, but the cobbler informed it that it would be impossible for him to walk in them.)

A week after his twentieth birthday, he secured a fake id. His plan was to enter the local casino and try to score some chicks (or escorts as the case may be). He waited till about 1 a.m. before leaving for the casino, thinking that by then there would be less people to deal with and more desparate chicks.

When he got to the casino, it was virtually empty. He had no problem getting in. Funny, he was often mistaken for a child; however, when he pulled out a 21 ID, people fell over backward in an effort not to embarass him or question him.

Being that the casino was so empty, he decided to grab a drink in the bar. He walked in and sat down at a table (the stools were impossible for him to handle). A waitress came and before long he had put down two beers, which for him was a lot!

Before he could order a third, he heard a woman's voice.

"Hey! Hey, you!"

Mike turned to see a woman sitting at the table next to him. He was a little buzzed so it was hard for him to make out her features.

"Me?" Mike said pointing to himself.

"Yes, you. Come over here."

Mike smiled and got up from his chair. Casually, and with a little difficulty he walked over to where she was seated. She must have been a tall woman, very tall, because even seated, her breasts hung slightly above eye-level. She had medium length, straight red hair and freckles, which covered not only her face but also her cleavage. He judged her to be around 35.

"My, my. Aren't you the little one." she said as she reached down and squeezed his cheek, "My name is Mona."

"Hi (hiccup) Mona. I'm Mike."

Mona smiled as she observed Mike's babylike features.

'What an absolutely adorable little boy.' she thought as she looked down at Mike.

"How old are you, Mikie?"

"Twenty. (hiccup)."

"Tsk. Tsk. You're not big enough to be in a bar. Oh, Mikie baby, you could go to jail."

"I'm sorry. Did I say twenty (hiccup). I meant to lie and say twenty-one."

"Oh, and you lie too. That's very naughty Mikie. Well, let's go tell the owners."

Mona moved to stand.

"Wait! Don't tell the owners! I'll leave. (hiccup)."

"Oh, I don't know Mikie. I'd be evading the law. And if anything happened to you, I could be held liable. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Well, I suppose you could sleep it off in my room." as she spoke, her finger caressed Mike's face lightly, "if you promise to be a good boy and never to do it again..."

"I promise! I promise!"

"And I'm not paying extra for you to stay in the hotel."

"Well, I'm broke." Mike said.

"Then we've got a problem. Only one person to a room. Only children stay for free."

Mike didn't like what he was about to say but it seemed inevitable.

"Couldn't I pretend to be your ... child?"

A large smile broke on Mona's face.

"That might work. But, you'll have to call me mommy around others. Agreed?"

"Why? I don't..." "Forget it! I'll just call the owner..."

"Ok, ok! I'll call you mommy!"

"Ok. Well, little one, look at the time. We have to get you to bed."

Mona stood up. Mike almost passed out. The top of his head fell a good three or four inches below her hip!

"How tall are you?"

"I'm 6'9" in flats. In my heels, though, I'm 7'1"."

Mike barely took notice as she reached down and took his hand.

"Oh, my. You are just to tiny to walk with. I can't even reach you. Come to mommy."

Before Mike could respond, Mona had reached down and lifted him up onto her hip. As she lifted him, one of his clogs fell off.

"Oh, did your shoe fall?" she said kneeling down with him to retrieve it.

"What is this?" she said as she held the platform shoe, "Ha...Ha...Let me see your other shoe."

Without more, she reached and pulled Mike's other shoe off and then set him down on the ground.

He swallowed. Without his shoes, he was eye-level with her kneecaps!

"Aww...you really do need a mommy don't you?" Mona said as she lifted him up, however, instead of resting him on her hip, she took her arm and slid it between his legs and up his back until it reached the bottom of his head. He found himself with his head over her shoulder and as he realized the babyish implications of his predicament, tears started to well up in his eyes.

Confused and frustrated, Mike just layed his head on Mona's shoulder as she hummed lullabyes all the way to the room.

After entering the room and locking the door, Mona set Mike down on the floor.

"Ok, little one. Let's get you washed up and ready for bed."

Without more, she reached down and took poor Mike by the hand.

"Hey!" Mike protested as he found himself being dragged into the bathroom, where Mona began lathering up a washrag.

"No! I'm twenty years old! I'm not a baby!" Mike kicked and pulled. Mona put the washrag down.

"Oh, I am so tired of your naughty behavior, Mikie."

Taking him by the wrist, she pulled him over to a chair in the bedroom, which she sat down upon before starting to remove Mike's clothing.

"What are you doing?" Mike queried as he made futile attempts to stop her actions with his tiny hands.

In minutes, he was undressed. Mona did not respond to his questions, except to lift him up over her knee and lock his legs between her own. Mike couldn't move and his hands were far from the floor.

"This is for being ungrateful and extremely naughty."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mike was crying after the second spank and by the fifth spank he was bawling.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

After the seventh spank, he just lay across her knee like a limp doll.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

After the tenth spank, Mona took him off her lap and set him back on the ground. As she stood up, she noticed that Mike was staring up at her, as if he wanted consoling.

"Do you want your mommy?"

Mike's crying increased and he grabbed the hem of her skirt with his tiny hand.

Mona reached down and removed his clasped hand from her clothing.

"We'll get you what you need baby."

Mona walked over to the phone and after a second, he heard her say, "Nursery please...Yes. There appears to be a baby running around on the fifth floor. Perhaps, you could send Ms. Allen. Thank you."

As she set the phone down, she turned to look at Mike. He was naked and still crying.

"What?..." was all he could stammer as she lifted him up and walked out of the room with him. She walked completely to the end of the hallway and then set him down. Before he knew what was happening, she ran off back down the hallway.

"Hey!" Mike called as he tried to keep up. By the time he turned the corner, she was gone. He had no idea what room she was in.

Just then, the elevator rang and he heard an older woman's voice say, "Well, well, well, What have we here?"

The woman was dressed as a nurse and as she walked closer to Mike, he could see that she was taller than Mona, and she wasn't wearing heels! She had to be 7'5" tall!

"Come on, baby." the woman said as she scooped up poor Mike. As he was still crying, she shoved a pacifier in his mouth and held it there until he stopped trying to spit it out.

As he lay crying over her shoulder, a room door opened. It was Mona. She was in a black, sexy piece of lingerie. She leaned over, waived and blew him a kiss. Then she laughed and closed the door.

......................... To be continued???

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