Hello, my name is Quentin Rubin. Ever since I was three, I had a weird fascination with socks and slippers. My family tells me that I used to make women wear a pair of fuzzy slippers when I was a toddler and I would lay down on their feet as if the slippers were pillows.

I also had a thing for giants. I remember that funny feeling I would get every time that "growth/shrink ray" episode of a show or "Honey, I shrunk the kids" would come on. It wasn’t until I was about 12 years old that my fetish officially began to take shape. I began to view Youtube videos of giant women crushing things under their feet, fantasizing and even praying that someday, I would be lucky enough to get squished under the titanic soles of an unsuspecting woman.

Being a macrophile with a huge sock fetish, I would always spring at the chance to give my mommy a foot rub, especially after she had gotten done running on the treadmill or after a long 12 hr shift at her job as a personal nurse for the disabled. My mother, Sandra, is about average height with huge size 10 feet. She is in her late 50s and a little thick. She was not skinny, but she wasn’t fat; more like “big-boned”. While she wasn't someone who always wears socks, when she did, it is definitely a treat. My mother usually wore white or grey crew socks. She loved it when I rubbed her feet, complimenting my “sweetness” for massaging her sweaty soles after a long day.

My favorite pair were these thick, fuzzy white crew socks with grey bottoms that she would wear for days at a time. We (my mother and I) would always call them her “Fuzzies” because, being an older pair, they were littered with tiny lint balls.

One Sunday night during my senior year of high school, my family and I went out to a local restaurant.  We were planning on meeting my mother there. I hadn’t seen my mother all day so finding her wearing her navy blue scrubs, pink crocs and the “Fuzzies”  immediately made my senses going. I knew that this was the third day in a row that she had worn them; Being that she was in her late 50s, my mother tended to be very forgetful with irrelevant things. She would remember major events, but in terms of what pair of socks she wore yesterday, she was as clueless as an ox. I took advantage of this sometimes by taking socks that she had worn earlier out of the hamper and back into her dresser. Being that she would only occasionally wear socks, she tended not to notice.

During the meal, I sat next to her at the end of the table. I remember constantly making excuses to sniff and feel her feet (dropping my fork, tying my shoe etc…) I could not wait to give those socked toes the attention that they deserved when we got home. When we left the restaurant, I rode back home with my mother. My mother and I had always had a close relationship, so when I meekly suggested that we watch our favorite tv show, “” in my room while I massaged her feet, she became excited and said that she couldn’t wait. I looked down at her crocs and saw her toes wiggling in excitement.

When we got home, everyone but us were in bed. We proceeded up to my room where she laid down on my bed, still in her navy blue scrubs after a tiring day at work. While she laid there, I geared up the tv and tuned in to NBC. As she was watching the office, I knelt down at the foot of my bed and inhaled her musk from the crocs. My mother usually did not have stinky feet, but in this case, being that she had worn these socks for three days straight, you could definitely feel the smell hit the air. The musk reminded me of old cheese and vinegar. If I had to describe my mom’s foot scent, that was it: sweet yet mature cheesy vinegar.

I slipped her size 10 pink crocs off her weary soles and place them to the side of my bed.

 Right then, The light fragrance of her sweat juices absorbed in the fibers of her white socks overcame my nostrils. She wiggled her plump toes and rubbed the socks together, spreading the sweat across her feet and the smell throughout the room. I wanted nothing more than to spent the night worshiping those sweaty pups that had marinated in all of her footsweat that had resulted from the long day of her hard labor. As she enjoyed her show, I knelt down at the edge of my bed and rubbed the soft pillows that housed her feet. I then proceeded to bury my face in the thick aroma of her giant socked toes.  She looked down and giggled like a schoolgirl.

“You must really love my feet”, she said as she wiggled her toes in the sock fabric.

“I do, I love you mommy.” I replied.

She cooed and grabbed my nose with her big socked toes. I then gave it a little smooch without thinking. I grew nervous, hoping that my mom didn’t think that I had a sock fetish.

She giggled and said,  “Aww, I love feeling your little kisses.”

I couldn’t believe it: my mother actually loved it when I kissed her feet. I shower her socked feet with kisses as she drifted off to sleep.

About 20 minutes later, I awoke from my lustful trance to see that Sandra had fallen asleep. She looked like the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk; Sandy was a very kind woman, but at that moment, I fantasized about her stomping down on some tiny village chanting, ”Fee Fi fo Fum, under my socks you will be crushed.” As I stood up, I felt a strange shock hit my spine.  I felt drained and watched as everything in the room began to loom over me. 

I quickly grabbed the cliff of my bed and began to gauge how small I had gotten; at that very moment, I was at least doll-sized and still shrinking. The 20 ft drop that was my bed almost instantly became a 500 ft drop. Soon I became small enough to stand on a single fiber of my comforter.

The shrinking had stopped and I had estimated that I was roughly a tiny fraction of my size only a couple seconds ago. I was small enough to see a dust mite the size of an ant on my blanket. If I had to guess, I could not have been bigger than a fraction of a millimeter.

I heard a loud rumbling noise come from up north: my behemoth mother was snoring.

She looked so peaceful, yet so destructive. I honestly felt like a speck compared to her. I walked up to the monolith that was her foot. Her feet loomed over my miniscule body as if gods themselves. I immediately thought of how easily my mom could squish my tiny self without even realizing it. I walked towards Sandy's socks.  Her musk flooded the entire area. Her feet smelled at normal height,  but from the point of view of a gnat, her sweaty socks dominated the senses. As I gotten closer to her feet,  I became engulfed in the musky bog that her feet created.  At this height,  I saw the swamp of sweet sweat pooled at the bottom of her feet. 

As I stood at the base of the monolithic beast that was my mother's left socked foot, I truly began to grasp how small and insignificant I was in comparison. I felt an unbelievable force shake my entire world. The gray & white behemoth started to move with such speed and strength. I was frightened that this was the conclusion of my life: unknowingly obliterated under the sock fibers of my mommy's feet. Truthfully, there was no better way for me to die than that. However, human instinct kicked in and I began to flee from her monstrous sock as it closed in on me as if it was a hungry Godzilla-like being and I was its helpless prey.  I managed to escape the clutches of the socked foot as it landed.

Just as the weight of the landscape pulled me towards my mom's huge body, I heard a thunderous roar. My mom's snoring was loud enough to burst my eardrums at this size. The weight shift of her moving her body into a more comfortable position caused the imbalance in the bed to push me into her foot. Though I felt the full impact, Sandra's snoring signified that she didn't feel a thing. Once again, I gazed in awe of my mommy. I knew that the only way to make this situation better (in my head) was to scale my mommy's Fuzzies.

I grabbed hold of my mommy's sock fibers and began my trek. It was really like climbing up a mountainous skyscraper made of smelly moist fibers. Even the tiny lint balls on her sock drawfed my tiny figure. To me, they looked like house-sized boulders. One would be enough to smash my body to bits.

The smell grew more pungent as I climbed higher. When I reached the base of the toes, I took a moment to allow the cheesy vinegar smell of my mother's hardworking feet overcome my body. The sweat bog was strongest here, and before I continued on, I wanted to let my fetish take over.

I hesitantly scurried to the base of her pinky toe, a colossal beast in and of itself and proceeded to lick and hump the enormous toe. While I personally had no lustful feelings towards my mom, her majestic giantess body and pungent work socks drove me and my senses into an insanity. It felt as if I could not truly respect the gravity of the situation but with my sexual desire. My microscopic lips graced my goddess mommy as I climbed to the tip top of her foot.

When I reached the top of her, it was more awe-inspiring that the grand canyon. There she laid, covering my bed with her majestic giantess self. With her enormous height, her thick BBW body, and sweaty aroma, my mother truly was a giantess in every respect of the word.   Her thunderous snore being heard miles around. I had reached the peak of my mom's foot.  Just then, the ground began to shift yet again. I tumbled down to the base of her toes just as her other foot inched closer: my mother was going to satisfy the little itch on her feet by rubbing her monolithic socks together.

I felt the moist yet soft fibers smash into my body. Her enormous toes just dominated my microscopic body as she began to move her feet up and down, up and down. It was an very odd sensation, getting a mega sized sockjob from my mother. As I was being squished into the dirty gray soles, I could hear my mother mumbling and her planetary-sized body toss and turn. I was hoping that I was wrong, but usually that means one thing: Mommy was waking up. 

Just then, I heard a thunderous yawn that boomed for miles. I pushed with all my might away from the sock, hoping to dislodge myself from the glue-like sweat that held me in place, but to no avail. 

I felt the titanic movement of my mother's colossal body. As she got up, she trapped me between her socks. The temperature rose substantially (as did the smell) as she rubbed her size 10s together, completely unaware of her microscopic son stuck on her sock. 

Just then, once again her colossal foot began to shift. The titanic force kicked me and I was sent flying off the seemingly infinite heights of my bed.

I awoken to a rigid pink landscape, quickly realizing that I had landed in my mother’s crocs. I gazed up at my clock and saw that it was 5:20, only ten minutes until mom wakes up for work. I gazed up to see the titanic goddess that was my mommy. She looked down at me as if I was a grain of dust as she lifted her gargantuan feet to place them in the pink crocs that awaited them. Her right sock fibers enveloped my entire world with little trouble and thus she began her day.

Usually when a mother wakes up in her son's empty room, she begins to wonder where he is. However, when that mom happens to be rushing out the door to her job that she is late for, she may tend to overlook some details...like what is causing that tiny feeling in her shoe.

Sandra grabbed her white coat, purse, and keys as she hastened to her van. She started the ignition and drove off to work without any knowledge of the events that took place last night.

Meanwhile, I laid under the tremendous weight of her body, plastered to the cotton fibers of the sock that had been housing her foot for a few days now. The gray tree-like fibers held my minuscule body in place for a long while. As Sandy lifted her gargantuan foot, the fibers of her sock pulled me upward with tremendous speed; as she lowered her foot, I felt her colossal weight fall upon me. My mother did not realize: she was crushing her speck of a son underneath her humongous stinky fuzzy socks with every step she took. Every time mom's foot stepped down, the sweet sweat that her sock absorbed over the course of the past few days drizzled all over my speck-sized body. While the fuzziness of her sock prevented her from inadvertently turning my body in a small red stain, the sweat that was raining down upon me and the humidity that gradually increasing, I began to fall into a daze.

"5:45, if I hurry, I might have time to get something to eat."

As my mother was driving through McDonald's to get herself some breakfast, I figured that now would be a better time than any to get into a more pleasurable position. While she had her right foot on the brake and her left one slightly suspended, I pushed against the sock. Once I managed to free my upper body, I pulled myself from the sweaty grasp of the socked beast. Upon my moment of freedom, I felt the movements of my mother's toes. At that moment, I realized that the best place to be right now was on the top of my mother's colossal foot. Feeling that I had already pushed my luck having been stuck but not flattened underneath my titanic mommy, I proceeded to climb to the top of her sock.

When I reached her toes, the omnipotent stench of her feet once again sent me into a trance. Mesmerized by the enormity of my mommy and the potency of her sock, I became lost in my emotions and proceeded to cuddle deeply with her socked fibers.

I could hear my mother say,"What is that itch?"I could not believe that even though I was smaller than an ant and her socks were thick, my mother could still feel me crawling on her body.

Sandy pulled in a parking space and lowered her monolithic toes against the Croc material and began to drag me as well as any other dust particles out of her shoe. She removed her foot and placed it on her knee to inspect the source of the itch. As I felt the shift in gravity, My mom's gargantuan face came into my view and shook me to the core. Mother's face took up my entire field of vision. I watched her  humongous eyes scan her sock and squint once they reached her toes.

"What is that?" I heard my mother mumble as her gargantuan hand enveloped my world. Her colossal digits gently plucked me from her sock and lifted me high up to her face. I was a mere speck in my mom's grasp. Her eyes squinted for a moment as she analyzed my microscopic body. When she finally realized who I was,  her eyes grew wide.

"Quentin?"

My body shook to its core. My gigantic mom glared down at my tiny naked figure.

"Sweetie, what happened to you? How'd you get so tiny?" My mother asked in her booming voice.

"I have no clue; when I was rubbing your feet, all of the sudden, I started shrinking. I grabbed onto your sock, hoping to get your attention." I replied.

My mother looked down at me and began to laugh. Her thunderous roar shook my entire "surroundings, once again reminding me of my mother's omnipotence in the situation.

"Aww sweetie, you should have tried to reach my face instead of my feet. I bet they really reek at your tiny size.

Sandy brought me up to her mountainous lips and planted a gigantic kiss on me. 

"You are so cute, my little sunshine. I just don't know what I'm going to do with you." She continued with an unsure tone in her voice.

"Well, mom, I did like rubbing your feet at my normal size. Did you feel me kissing them earlier? I wouldn't mind making you feel comfortable while you worked today. "

My mother cooed again.

"Aww, baby. You are such a joy and a pleasure. I would love to have you rub my big feet as I worked, my itty bitty sweet-pea. I will be careful not to step on you though."

She once again brought me to her lips and graced my body with a gargantuan kiss before she lowered me back down to her stinky fuzzy sock.

Sandy lowered me to the top of her right white sock.  As I gazed up at my monolithic mommy, I saw her smiling down at me, mouthing, "I love you, my teeny tiny boy."

I was immediately overwhelmed with the immense smell of her socked feet as I landed. Even at the top of her foot, the smell was still quite strong. As I found my footing, I immediately felt my mother's colossal foot shift; My mother was continuing her drive to work, excited about her new foot toy.

As Sandy drove, she glanced down at me, her near-microscopic son, nuzzled within the warm fuzzy fibers of her white sock. As I lied in between a bundle of the gigantic warm white fibers, I felt my mother wiggling her colossal toes within the confines of their soft sheath. While to her, this was an insignificant movement, I however felt the powerful vibrations as her sock clad toes exhibited their dominance throughout the environment.  Each wiggle generated a quake that thundered through the croc and across the car floor.

I looked up to see her once again intimidating statute. Just seeing my mother from the perspective of a flea sent shivers down my spine: as I had said before, Sandy was by no means a small woman. At 5'10 and with an earthly, plump body, it seemed that she was born to be a giantess. From my perspective, her presence surrounded me. The overwhelmingly pungent aroma  of her socked foot engulfed the shoe. The smell made it no mystery that she had worn these socks for a good couple days; the smell of sharp cheddar and vinegar was forceful. I felt my holding become loose, and my face would fall into the sweaty fiber. The sweat that my mother’s sock had collected would drip a plateful into my mouth. The salty taste lingered in my mouth as I pulled myself back up. As I was doing some, I hear my mother’s sonorous giggles and felt the vibrations of her toes rock the area as they displayed their excitement.

I stared up at her. Sandy’s white sock expanded like a long Midwestern plain, and was littered with boulder-sized lint balls. Above me was the pink sky that was her croc shoe. At the base of her leg, it extended farther into her navy blue pant legs. Upward, she sat in her driver seat like a goddess in her throne. As we reached her work, she smiled down at me through one of the holes in the croc and blew me a kiss. She opened the door, and as she stepped out, my world completely shifted. Her socked foot lifted me up as if I too was nothing more than a piece of lint. When her foot landed, my entire environment shook with a powerful violent shockwave reminding me of our vast size difference. I felt the shockwave created by her other foot, and immediately began to regret my offer to soothe these “beasts”.

She gathered her bags from the backseat, and began to waltz towards the door of her patient’s house. As I grasped the fibers of her soft sock, the rumbles of her steps caused me to fall back into the sweaty fluff. I watched through the holes of her crocs as she opened the door to the apartment and entered. When she entered, my eardrum burst as Ms. Lee yelled at the top of her lungs, “HEEEEEEYYYYYY!”

The ground quaked as Ms. Lee approached my mother. Like Sandy, Lee was a rather “big-boned” and stood tall at 6’0. Her appearance signified that she must have just recently awoke: She wore a plain white shirt, pink sweats with the legs rolled up past her calf, and a pair of gray-toed socks that had a light-brownish shade of dirt upon the soles. Seeing Lee through the hole of the shoe gave me goosebumps. the thought of massaging my titanic mother’s soles was intimidating enough; I could only imagine what would happen if I had to rub Lee’s gigantic socked feet as well.

As Lee and Sandy exchanged greetings and small talk, I feared that my mom was planning to expose me in this shrunken state. However, nothing regarding my current situation came up in their conversation. Shortly afterwards, Sandy proceeded to her patient’s room. My mother’s role was to ensure that everything was provided for her. Sandy had told me that, usually she would have trouble keeping herself preoccupied while watching Suzy.

Sandy approached Suzy, and checked her bags to make sure that she was cared for. After confirming that Suzy was nourished, my mother sat at the table outside the hall. Because Sandy’s job was to spend 8-12 hours making sure that Suzy was being cared for, she had a tendency to grow bored often; Essentially, she would provide medication and perform other nurse duties throughout the day. However, most of those everyday tasks typically would take only a few moments each, leaving the remaining hours vacant for Sandy to do whatever she wanted. My mother was sometimes bring in books, and sometimes watch Judge Judy or The View on television; however, all of that becomes tiresome after doing it day-after-day. That’s why I understood that, deep down, Sandy was thrilled to have me shrunken to the size of a gnat; having her speck-sized son rub her feet and keep her company would most likely help her long, tedious day go by a little bit faster.  She placed her bags down to the side of the table, and sighed a breath of relief as she sat in the old, hardwood chair. Her socked toes yet again created shockwaves as they wiggled, eager for their tiny masseuse to soothe them. 

Sandy waved to Suzy’s siblings as they ran out the door to chase their school bus, and as she heard Lee climb up the stairs back into her bedroom, Sandy smiled down at her feet. Her whisper echoed, “It’s just you and me now, lovebug.”

The gravity of my world shifted yet again as she lifted her feet to the table; I screamed as I tumbled down her foot to the tube of her sock. The cotton of the sock’s tube comforted my fall, and, as I regained my balance, I was yet again reminded of how miniscule I was in comparison to Sandy; I turned around to see Mount Momma’s Foot casted its dominant shadow (and stench) over me.

As she then removed her croc, I watched in amazement as I got a close up of Sandy’s gigantic hand demonstrate her power. The pink barrier that was her shoe floated away and as the goddess placed it on the floor, I could still hear the quake caused by its tremendous weight.  I turned my attention back to her foot, and watched as her colossal socked toes wiggle with glee. As Mom picked some lint off of her sock, and nonchalantly disposed of it, I watched as the lint balls hailed from the sky like meteors and landed with impact that would’ve surely crushed me had I been unfortunate enough to be beneath one.

Momma repeated the process with her other foot, and placed it next to its equally humongous and pungent sister. The white socked fabric stretched as her toes moved within their prison.  She pulled herself in closer as she scanned her socks, looking for me, her insignificant son. I stared up as her face and body took up my entire view; my mother had literally become my entire world. Her eyes widen as she located me.

She sonorously exclaimed, "AWWWW, COME HERE LOVEBUG!” as her skyscraper-sized fingers gently lifted me from the base of her foot.  She picked me up and lifted me what felt like hundreds (if not thousands) of meters into the air until I reached her eye level. Sandy truly was a goddess: her face dwarfed me entirely as her eyes focused on me. Her lips closed in as she gave me literally the biggest kiss of my life, and she lowered me back down. She dropped me before her sweaty socked pups.

“ALRIGHT, LOVE BUCKET! TIME TO RUB MOMMIE’S BIG FEET!” Sandy’s voice echoed around me as her socked toes wiggled again with excitement. I slowed approached the mountainous pups as their mature stench engulfed my entire being. The smelly aura surrounding Mt. Mom’s Socks deeply caressed all five of my senses; As I got closer to the socks, I could smell the cheesy, sweaty stench. I could see the mounds of sweat saturate the dirt and lint that had been pressed and merged into the fabric under the heavy weight of my mother’s earthly frame. I could hear my mother’s monstrously big toes flexing from within the white and gray fabric in anticipation. On top of all of that, I could also feel not only the dominating warmth of her mountainous size tens, but also the sweaty aura itself that congregated after days of wear and work. The stench itself was humid and engulfing, as if it were a trap meant for tiny pests of the feet. As if it was to engulf and weaken pests to the point that they (the prey) could not escape the humongous powerful feet of Momma Sandy.

I stood for a moment, picturing the unfortunate ant, gnat, or flea that found itself in complete submission as Mom’s giant size tens squished it to oblivion, in some cases, without her even realizing it. Hell, it took her some good amount of time to realize that I, her beloved son, had shrunk and gotten stuck in between the sweaty fibers of her “Fuzzies”. I could only imagine that, to most bugs, my mother was nothing less than a goddess. Mom’s 5’10 frame with her size 10 feet to boot, would be a petrifying sight to behold for anyone or anything at this size. If everyone except for her were my size, surely she would be considered a goddess, her clothing would be considered monuments in their own rights, and the term, “Fuzzies” would no longer be a cute petname, but rather a name that served as reminder of Sandy’s tremendous size and power. 

It was déjà vu of last night as I reached the base of my mother’s feet and stretched my back to fully grasp their enormity. I laid my speck-sized hand gently on the sock-clad heel, and begun my long afternoon of rubbing…