A Summer Stolen by Badguy
Summary:

A student must spend his summer imprisoned and shrunken as punishment for his failing grades while trying to suppress his burgeoning foot fetish around his unsuspecting family. 


Categories: Incest, Young Adult 20-29, Mature (40-49), Entrapment, Feet, Footwear, Gentle, Humiliation, Instant Size Change, Legwear, Odor, Unaware Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 4 Completed: No Word count: 6491 Read: 114019 Published: December 28 2015 Updated: January 10 2016
Story Notes:

This is my first time writing a story in a long time but I figured I'd try something out. I'm still undecided as to which fetishes will be incorporated into this story but I'll give a heads up if things are about to get too grotesque. 

1. Prologue by Badguy

2. Breakfast & Big Sisters by Badguy

3. Giving In by Badguy

4. Too Much of a Good Thing by Badguy

Prologue by Badguy

Jake Richardson laid back in his bed and let out a loud, deep sigh. He stared at the gray ceiling above him in quiet contemplation.

 

It had been two weeks now.

 

Two weeks since the shrinking.

 

As he surveyed the featureless gray walls around him, he could only wonder what his friends were up to. They had an entire summer ahead of them to enjoy. Video games, beach trips, barbecues. Not to mention the parties.

 

Jake however, would be spending his summer a quarter of an inch tall.

 

This was not an unusual punishment. Students that were unable to keep up academically had their sizes reduced. And especially bad students would spend their entire summers shrunken. The worse the grades, the more severe the size loss. And Jake's grades were inexcusably awful.

 

School was never his forte. The teen just plain had trouble focusing on anything. It got to the point where his motivation plummeted and with it, his grades. And even though he knew the inevitable “Shrunken Summer” (as he and his friends called it) would be his punishment, he still could not find the inner strength to turn things around.

 

And so summer came, and his height was taken from him.

 

Students shrunken down spent nearly all their time in a specialized house of sorts. Though “house” was putting it lightly. It was more like a gray metal box on the floor, with another suspended several feet above it connected via a pipe in the center. The pipe was actually an elevator so that the tiny inhabitant could travel between both houses. This was so they could be somewhat eye level with normal-sized folk when looking through a window, but also travel to the floor easily if they had to leave the house for whatever reason.

 

Theoretically of course. The house was actually locked from the inside, for the student's own safety.

 

It was rare that students performed so poorly they'd have to be reduced to such a small size to begin with, but originally there was no specialized house for them to live in. Back then tt was up to each student's caretaker to decide how to take care of their shrunken charge. This was up until a certain incident where a particularity brazen student attempted to wander his house without his headset. He ended up stepped on by his own mother and glued to the bottom of her foot. She obliviously trampled him as she went about her day until she sat down to put her sneakers on and noticed something beneath her foot. Thankfully the boy survived though he had suffered several broken bones and severe mental trauma.

 

Unfortunately that accident was not enough to abolish the Size Rehabilitation Program. Ironically it only intensified it and from that day on students reduced to such tiny sizes were also required to spend their days confined within these specialized prisons built for their size. These were not glamorous abodes, mind you. They were sterile, featureless cells with a bed, a fridge, some basic plumbing and an elevator between floors.

 

And so Jake continued laying in bed, counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours. His living quarters were placed right beside the front door to his house, meaning he could see into the living room and whatever was being watched on TV, but other than that he had no contact with the outside world. And since no one was home at the moment he didn't even have that luxury.

 

It was then when Jake felt the faint, tell-tale rumblings of an approaching family member, either his mother or sister. Since the shrinking he had become keen to such things. He could feel the vibrations of a car pulling up in the driveway. Then a car door slamming, and footsteps.

 

Oh, how he'd become acquainted to the sound of footsteps.

 

The front door burst open with a mighty gale and the titanic form of his mother lumbered through its opening. The heavyset middle-aged woman huffed as she carried a bag of groceries into the kitchen. Jake climbed out of his bed and sauntered over to the window as he listened to the sounds of the kitchen cabinet doors opening and closing as his mother put the groceries away. Her heavy footsteps shook his core as she returned from the kitchen back to the foyer unencumbered.

 

Jake took a few steps backward as his monolithic mother leaned forward towards his window, her face so expansive that she resembled something out of a King Kong movie outside his living quarters. She brushed aside her shoulder length brown hair from her face as she squinted to get a look at her tiny son.

 

“And how are we doing today, mister?” Linda Richardson asked. Her voice boomed in Jake's sensitive ears but by now he was used to it.

 

Jake attempted to reply, calling up to his giantess mother, but his minuscule voice had no hope of carrying up to her ears. She frowned and placed her hands on the sides of her wide hips.

 

“Jake, what did I tell you about wearing your headset? It should be on at all times. You know I can't hear a word from you unless you've got it on.”

Linda tapped the small headset clip she had on her ear that enabled communication with her shrunken son.

 

Jake sighed and stepped away from the window, grabbing his headset from the nightstand besides his bed. It was a spindly, wiry thing that he hated wearing. He swore that they made it uncomfortable on purpose. Still, it was the only way he could communicate with his regular-sized family members, who otherwise towered above him like uncaring titans.

 

“Sorry mom. And I'm fine, y'know. Same ol' same ol'.” Jake sighed. He hated when she stood this close to his upstairs window, because at his size he could see every imperfection and blemish in her skin. It was beyond high definition. Humans weren't meant to be looked at this way.

 

Almost as if she subconsciously sensed this, Linda stepped back from his house before continuing, replacing the view outside his window with that of her massive black blouse.

 

“Don't try to be so glum,” Linda replied, “You'll be back to normal soon. In the meantime try to treat this as a.... vacation of sorts, honey.”

 

“What kind of vacation is this?” Jake snapped back, “I'm a prisoner!”

 

“And whose fault is that? How many times did I tell you to get your act together? You knew this was coming, hmm?”

 

Jake hung his head down in silence. His mother was right.

 

“You know how important school is,” Linda continued, “I just hope this teaches you to turn your grades around. I know it did for your sister. And don't think I like you like this either, because now you can't even help out around the house.”

 

“Yeah.” Jake replied, defeated.

 

Linda let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples.

 

“I'm going to go upstairs and rest for a bit, then I'll start dinner. My feet are killing me!”

 

With that, Linda stepped out of her shoes and walked off. Jake could hear the sounds of her bare feet slapping on the linoleum of the foyer before she padded onto the carpet. When he heard the creaking and groaning of the stairs above, he got in his elevator and went down to the first floor of his prison.

 

He walked up to the window and saw them. Right in front of the side of his prison, as usual. His mother's discarded black leather flats. And once again he was reminded of why he couldn't focus in school.

 

His fetish for feet.

 

It started as a small preoccupation. But before long it was a full-on obsession. And his teachers didn't make things easy. All of his teachers the past year were women and they would often come to work in high heels or even exposing sandals making it difficult for Jake to focus in class. He would spend his periods daydreaming of being crushed beneath their feet or forced to service them. In his more perverse fantasies he even imagined being made to smell or lick them while reduced in size.

 

But those were just fantasies. And the reality was much more damning. Jake was trapped in his prison, only allowed out a few times a day, usually to eat. And the only women around were his mother and sister. Which was part of why he was feeling torn apart inside.

 

He could never dream of incorporating his own family members into his sick fantasies, that would be abhorrent. Yet at his size their feet were certainly a much larger part of his life now.

 

His mother would usually leave her shoes at the door, an unconscious tradition that had not changed even when Jake's house had been installed next to it. Depending on the shoes she wore that day and the temperature outside this usually meant the downstairs part of Jake's prison would often be lightly scented with the musk from his mother's feet when she first came in from work.

 

The first time completely caught him off guard. He was laying in the bed within the floor-level portion of his abode when his mother walked in, treating him to a front row seat of her wrenching her sore feet from a pair of tight heels, leaving the empty footwear to air out right into his little alcove.

 

He hated himself for being aroused by this. But with no social life or access to the internet, Jake was becoming more and more sexually frustrated. He tried to rationalize it in his mind by separating feet from the people they were attached to, but in his heart he knew that was flimsy at best. He also knew his mom wasn't doing it on purpose, she always left her shoes at the door and probably never even considered that he could smell them.

 

Yet as the sweet, yet twangy, leathery scent began to crawl out from her discarded flats and through the window of his jail, he knew he wasn't going to ask her to move them...

 

“This is going to be a long summer,” Jake sighed.  

 

Breakfast & Big Sisters by Badguy
Author's Notes:

If there's any genres you'd like to see incorporated into this story, let me know. I definitely can't promise anything, and I do have an idea of what I will be putting in this, but it never hurts to ask I suppose. 

A massive tremor jolted Jake awake. He was in his “downstairs” cell, and quickly clambered out of bed. A glance through the window revealed the source of the quake-- a massive pair of tan bare feet with intensely bright pink nails that thoughtlessly wiggled at him.

 

'Aubrey', Jake thought with disdain. He reached for his headset.

 

Aubrey was Jake's older sister, who was living at home during the summer after a grueling semester at college. She was not pleased that she had to spend any amount of her summer helping to take care of her shrunken brother, despite the fact that she once spent a summer miniaturized herself.

 

She brushed her long cascading black hair away from her face and glanced through the window on the top floor of Jake's prison.

 

“Hey twerp, are you awake? It's breakfast time,” she snorted.

 

Jake sighed and strapped the headset that would allow him to communicate with giants on. He instinctively watched as Aubrey's left foot moved over her right and scratched at an itch before turning away and blushing. Her oversized plaid pajama pant legs slumped over her feet, leaving her long toes to peek out from under the pant cuffs.

 

“Where are you?” Aubrey's voice boomed above.

 

“I'm downstairs, I slept on the floor level,” Jake replied, “give me a sec to get dressed.”

 

“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up.” she huffed.

 

Only wearing boxers, Jake was about to take the elevator up to grab some clothes when Aubrey changed the subject.

 

“Hey, since you're down there. Do you like my nails?”

 

Jake went cold. Turning around, he watched as the pair of toes wiggled before splaying themselves on the linoleum. He wasn't quite sure how to answer.

 

“Th-they look good,” Jake mumbled. These kinds of questions were always a minefield and Jake usually tried to diffuse them as quickly as possible. But unfortunately Aubrey wasn't the type to simply allow things to be simple.

 

“Good? They're great!” she laughed, before walking around the house to the entrance. She moved her right foot forward up against the circular lock, undoing it with her toes.

 

“Maybe you just need a better look,” she chuckled.

 

Jake's eyes widened as the door was pried open by her foot, filling the room with morning light that was immediately blocked out by Aubrey's foot jamming through the entrance. The result was the harshest tremor Jake felt yet. He was thrown to the floor and could only watch as three of Aubrey's toes squeezed in through the tight entrance, squirming and wiggling just over his body.

 

Bits of sock link and who knows what fell from between her toes and over Jake and the floor of his home. Groaning, the shrunken teen attempted to clamber backwards from under his sister's foot. At that exact moment Aubrey curled her three toes so that the nails scraped along the ground, indeed giving Jake a much closer look at her pedicure and also, unbeknownst to her, an unwitting erection.

 

“Aubrey! Wh-what the hell?!” Jake shouted, covering his crotch instinctively despite the fact that his sister couldn't even see him at the moment.

 

In response Aubrey only laughed.

 

“They stink?” she asked nonchalantly.

 

She wiggled her toes again, sending tremors throughout Jake's little abode.

 

“STOP!” he screamed as a particularity strong rumble tossed him forward, directly into Aubrey's big toe. His face slammed up against it and he could feel the ripples of her toe print before ricocheting backwards.

 

“Aubrey stop tormenting your brother.”

 

Jake snapped his head around and saw another pair of feet through his window. This time it was his mother's, and they were encased in fluffy house slippers. She tapped her right foot with annoyance.

 

Instantly Aubrey's toes slid out from the doorway.

 

“Aw I was just jokin' around, he can take it,” Aubrey laughed, “hurry up and get dressed twerp, I'm hungry!”

 

Panting, Jake pulled himself off the ground, trying to ignore the tight throbbing boner he wasn't planning on having this morning.

 

* * * *

 

Jake watched as his giant family members ate their breakfast around him. The smells of bacon, eggs and pancakes swirled around him like a thick miasma. His own breakfast looked a lot less glamorous. It was a shred of their eggs and bacon rolled into a tight sphere that was still quite hefty relative to his size.

 

It was rare that Jake was allowed to eat meals with his mother and sister. Not because of his punishment per say but because of how much of an issue it was to get Jake out of his living quarters. Because of his extremely small size it was recommended he spent most of his time in his dwelling, a rule his mother often adhered to. But Aubrey would remove him whenever she could, regardless of whether he wanted it or not. If he refused to come out she would just tilt his house to make him slide out or reach a hand in. He had little say in the matter.

 

That lack of control was probably the most aggravating part of this whole shrunken deal, and that applied to everything from food to even the darker parts of the boy's psyche. Attempting to ignore or hide his burgeoning desire for female feet was not an easy task when they were larger than ever. And while the thought of incorporating his family into his sexual fantasies nauseated him they were the only women around.

 

When he was normal sized this was never an issue, but now it was something he couldn't avoid. With a shudder he remembered the first day he was shrunken. In order to gauge his size his mother slid her foot right next to him. She was only teasing but for Jake it was a damn near sensual awakening. In addition to that Aubrey would often joke-threaten to crush him, hovering her wrinkled sole above him simply to get a reaction.

 

He knew simply asking them to stop wouldn't work. If he made up something about feet grossing him out his mother would relent, but Aubrey would definitely take it into overdrive. Her teasing was nonchalant and without purpose now, but if she thought he hated feet? He didn't even want to know what would happen then. But telling them about his fetish was also out of the question. He could never face his mother again if she knew that about him.

 

Jake stared into his breakfast ball.

 

'I've just got to play the long game here. Soon summer will be over and so will all of this.' he thought miserably.

 

“What are you so lost in thought over, twerp?” Aubrey teased, taking a swig from her glass of orange juice.

 

“Nothing... and stop calling me twerp!” Jake retorted.

 

“I'll stop calling you twerp when you stop being a twerp.”

 

“Enough Aubrey, you should know better than anyone how hard it is being shrunk,” Linda said, “stop teasing him.”

 

“Pffft. He never let up on me that summer. I'll never forget that,” Aubrey sneered back, “Nah, this is a long time coming.”

 

It was true that Jake made the summer Aubrey spent downsized a living hell. Granted she wasn't made anywhere near as small as he was but he still took every opportunity to make fun of her or make any of her daily activities harder.

 

“Aw come on,” Jake shot back, “I was just a kid back then. You're the older one, you're supposed to look out for me. Besides, I'm way smaller than you were!”

 

“You sure are,” Aubrey giggled, before leaning over the table and puckering her lips. She blew, and her breath created a powerful hurricane force over Jake's pathetic frame, sending him and his breakfast ball flying backwards a few feet. As he scrambled back up he heard Aubrey's obnoxious laugh and looked towards his mother for sympathy. But to his disdain Linda was also laughing! He sighed in frustration.

 

“By the way honey, your Aunt Donna is going to be staying here for a few days.” Linda said, changing the subject.

 

“Oh... okay...” Jake had no qualms with his Aunt Donna, but he wasn't sure how he felt about having another lumbering giant in the house. “is she going to be staying on the couch or what?”

 

“Of course not, I told her she could stay in your room,” Linda replied nonchalantly, taking a bite out of a pancake slice.

 

“What? You didn't even ask me!”

 

“It's like you can do anything about it,” Aubrey laughed.

 

“Shut up Aubrey!” Jake snapped back, before turning to his mother, “At least respect my privacy!”

 

“Do I have to remind you of your current situation, Jake?” Linda asked sternly. “It's only a few days. It's not like she's going to be rifling through your things.”

 

“But-”

 

“If you were so concerned about having your room you would have gotten better grades, wouldn't you? What was so important that it distracted you from your schoolwork?”

 

the question pierced Jake right through the chest.

 

“Well?”

 

“I... I don't know,” he sighed.

 

The rest of breakfast was carried out in silence.

 

* * * *

 

The rest of the day was uneventful. Jake retreated back to his dwelling and spent the majority of the day in bed. Linda left for work. Aubrey stayed home but spent nearly the entire day upstairs in her room on her computer, only coming down for a snack or two.

 

When evening came Linda returned home, stepping out of her well-worn flats and leaving them at the door as usual. She put on dinner but Jake was not brought to the table this time, instead given some scraps after the fact. Before long she retreated to her bedroom as well and all the lights downstairs were flicked off.

 

Jake sighed and went down to the floor level of his house, walking up to the window where his mother's discarded flats lay just outside and taking in their aroma. It had become a nightly ritual at this point. The self-loathing that came when he thought about what he was doing was also a ritual at this point, it seemed. He was about to turn in for the night when he noticed something was off about the front door. Approaching it, he pushed and the door opened outward, the dark expanse of his house's foyer greeting him.

 

Aubrey had forgotten to properly lock the door.

 

Jake stepped out onto the linoleum floor which felt cool to his feet. He glanced around nervously at his giant-sized house, half-expecting a giant to come out of nowhere and crush him, but he knew his mother and sister were both upstairs.

 

Walking around the side of his dwelling, he saw them. His mother's black leather flats, discarded and unguarded. No longer separated via the wall of his prison. He felt a twinge in his groin. He didn't want to feel it but it was there. He knew he could just turn around and climb back into bed, he could call Aubrey or his mom and have them lock the door. He could do those things. But he knew he wasn't going to.

 

He stepped forward.

Giving In by Badguy

Jake, only a quarter of inch tall and in his boxers, stood before his mother's empty size 10 black leather flats. The tip of the right one alone dwarfed him, and as he got closer to the abandoned footwear he could see the myriad of scuffs and imperfections in the shoe's material.

 

Illuminated only by the moon's light, the tiny teen strolled around the base of the gargantuan shoe, tracing his hand along the rough leather. Eventually, he hit a nook in the side of the shoe-- a gap in the material where it was peeling off. Using the small hole as a foothold, he hoisted himself onto the side of the shoe and climbed upward.

 

Linda had owned these flats for quite some time, which was made obvious by the battle scars that adorned them. They were her often her “go-to” shoes for basic errands, a status they were demoted to once they became too old to be worn to work or social gatherings. Clambering over the rim of the flat's side, Jake immediately understood why.

 

The beige insole of the shoe was now warped and twisted, littered with bits of dirt and who-knows-what along its surface. Where his mother's foot put the most pressure on the shoe was clearly evident-- a massive, murky footprint that stretched onward into the dark cavern of the flat's tip. Jake dropped off the rim of the shoe and onto the rough surface below. It was like landing onto a new planet.

 

The atmosphere of the shoe itself was different, if such a thing was possible. It was warmer, not by much-- almost imperceptibly so-- but definitely warmer than the outside. The scent however was definitely the most noticeable part. It surrounded it him and tainted every breath. A musty, sweaty smell mixed with the twangy scent of leather and a hint of perfume behind it all. An oddly sweet yet simultaneously sour odor-- the smell of his mother's feet.

 

The “mother” part of that fact Jake tried to push out of his mind as he ventured further into the shoe. The bottoms of his feet stuck to the sticky insole and pried off with a smack with each of his footsteps. The base of this shoe had undoubtedly absorbed untold amounts of the woman's perspiration. Linda pretty much only wore these shoes bare and it showed. Before long the dark maw of the flat's toe section lay before him.

 

The insole here was grooved and smooth, where the ball of Linda's foot mercilessly held all of weight. There was almost no light reaching this deep into the shoe's cave, but Jake kept pressing forward, determined to go as deep as he could.

 

Here, the shoe's odor completely engulfed him. It went from a musty scent to a veritable miasma. It's thick, heady odor swam in Jake's head, nearly making him dizzy. Originally he had gotten whiffs of this shoe's odor from the safety of his abode, but now he was the core of it. At the base of the toe prints at the shoe's edge.

 

He dropped to his knees and placed his face as close to the big toe's print as he could, inhaling. The smell this close was beyond potent, it was near-hallucinogenic. Jake shot back up and fell over, almost gagging. He could piratically taste the woman's foot in his mouth!

 

“FUCK!” he gasped, panting. At his size smells were DEFINTELY far stronger. He imagined how much stronger the haze down here would be if he had climbed in right after his mom kicked these shoes off. Or how much stronger they'd be if he was somehow in here while she was wearing them.

 

Shuddering, he remembered the stern warnings students were often told about climbing into normal-sized people's clothing while shrunken. He hadn't heard too many horror stories about that type of thing, but shoes were by far the most warned about. He couldn't help but chuckle looking outside the mouth of the flat. He had flagrantly disregarded that rule.

 

Jake's erection, which hadn't quit during this entire venture, was now screaming for release. He hastily tore off his underwear and flung them behind him. Dropping down onto the insole's gritty surface, he no longer care who these shoes belonged to. They were just shoes, they had nothing to do with his mother. Anyone could wear them. It wasn't wrong. He needed this.

 

Excuse after excuse ran through the boy's head as he humped the dirty surface. He imagined a foot, any woman's foot, pressing his face down into the insole. A woman's forceful, barking orders demanding he smell her feet. Or maybe she had no idea he was even there. A million scenarios flew through his head as the shoe's stench flew through his nose's.

 

He opened his mouth and jammed his tongue into the toeprint's dark surface. Lap after lap, lick after lick. The dingy salty taste of ground-in sudor assaulted his tastebuds.

 

He felt his dick numbing as he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. There was still some small part of his mind trying to warn him about what he was doing but he pushed it from his mind.

 

Nearly screaming, Jake came with more force than he ever had in his life. He bucked wildly into the insole, ejaculating wave after wave of semen into the shoe's insole.

 

Panting, his mind slowly came back into focus as he came down from his orgasm. The smell of the flat, originally intoxicating, was now simply oppressive to his senses as the sexual part of his mind began to scatter. The hazy leathery odor now felt like it was boring down on him, reminding him where he was.

 

His mother's shoe. His mother.

 

With no thrill of sexual gratification clouding his senses and judgment the plainness of what just occurred burned into his mind.

 

'I'm disgusting', he whispered to himself. Shaking from exhaustion, he could barely find the energy to get up.

 

His eyelids felt heavier than ever before and without him even fully realizing it Jake drifted into sleep, curled up in the toe of his mother's right flat.

Too Much of a Good Thing by Badguy
Author's Notes:

sorry for the wait 

A massive clap of thunder tore Jake from unconsciousness. He snapped his head up, unsure of where he was at first, but the pungent reek of his surroundings quickly brought him up to speed. Sneaking into his mother's flat, crawling into the toe section, dry humping the insole.... he must've fallen asleep afterward!

 

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” Jake grumbled, scrambling to his feet. “How long was I out?!”

 

A second tremor went off, shaking the tiny invader's surroundings and throwing him to the filthy ground of the shoe's insole. Another, and then Jake's eyes widened as he looked up through the mouth of the shoe.

 

Stretching upward, miles above was the towering form of his mother. He followed the skyscraper-like form of her jeans up til they met with the base of a white T-Shirt. Her face was obscured by the hulking swell of her breasts. He heard her yawn.

 

Jake was so terrified at the thought of having to explain why he was in his mother's shoe that he never even stopped to consider that she'd actually be unaware to his presence. The scraping sound of flesh on leather outside his prison made his eyes widen. It was then he realized she was slipping the shoes on-- and he was in the line of fire!

 

“Wait! Mom!!! Down here!! Don't put your shoe on!” Jake shrieked. But without his headset his voice had absolutely no chance of reaching his titanic mother's ears.

 

“Fuck!” was all Jake could muster as he changed plans. He had to get out of here NOW. Sprinting for the wall of the shoe whatever hope he had was snuffed out as a tremendous shadow darkened his world.

 

Linda's sole, now an ocean of wrinkled flesh, soared over the shoe like an alien mothership.

 

“NO!!” Jake shouted, and turned around, dashing for the toe section in the shoe. If he had no time to climb out perhaps he could at least find solace in the shoe's tip. He prayed his mom's foot wouldn't take up every available space in the flat. Tears streaming down his face, he remembered the story he'd heard of the boy plastered beneath his own mother's foot.

 

Hyperventilating, Jake chanced a glance over his shoulder. His mother's monstrous toes, painted a dark red, greeted him. The foot shoved into the shoe's entrance, sending the harshest tremor yet all around Jake and flinging him to the ground. The shoe began to rock back and forth violently as Linda wrenched her foot in. One particular jerk was more than enough to fling Jake's insignificantly sized body further into the throat of the flat, sliding along the marks left from her foot and coating him in its sweaty residue.

 

The toes weren't far behind him. Linda's big toe alone nearly took up his entire vision and they slid in, quickly snuffing all light out. Jake threw up his arms in a feeble attempt to shield himself but the crush never came. He could feel the wall of the toe jab right up against his face, mere centimeters from his nose. So close that he could feel the heat from her body washing over him.

 

“H-holy shit,” Jake gasped to himself, “I'm al--”

 

Jake's words were cut off as the prison he was trapped in suddenly lurched up at high speed. The G-Forces plastered his body into the floor of the shoe as Linda's foot lifted in the air. Then as she began to take her first step Jake was suddenly slammed violently into the ceiling of the flat's toe section. Her foot landed with a thunderous boom and Jake was ricocheted between the callous tip of the older woman's toe and the unforgiving interior of her shoe.

 

Before he could even recover the event repeated itself. And again. And again. Each of his mother's footsteps knocked Jake all around the inside of her shoe in front of her toes. He screamed in the darkness, begging her to stop, but she paid him no heed. She was entirely unaware of his prescience.

 

Linda wanted to get some groceries from the store to stock the house up before her sister Donna got there. Even though she had just gone shopping not long ago she knew her older sister was finicky and wanted to avoid any complications right off the bat. On her way out the front door she considered waking Jake to let him know, but she figured he'd be best left alone. She didn't want to wake him. Little did she know, as she got into her car and drove off, that he was more awake than ever.

 

The short walk from the front door to the car had been absolute hell on poor Jake. His entire body was sore all over from being slammed and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore the walking finally stopped. Then everything lurched upward and tilted back and he yelped as he slammed into the front of his mom's second toe. He heard the muffled roar of a car engine in the distance and pieced everything together. His mom had her foot on the pedal. Looks like she was going for a ride.

 

The drive to the store was much more relaxing (if such a word could be attributed to this predicament) as her foot stayed in the same place more or less. Sometimes it would shift from one pedal to the other, jarring Jake, but for the most part he just had to deal with the up and down movements of her foot on the pedal, which wasn't too bad.

 

There was another problem, though. The warmth from Linda's foot was rapidly beginning to heat up the interior of the flat, causing both her foot and Jake to lightly perspire. Not only that, but the ground-in odor of her shoe was reactivated by the warmth, and soon the air was transformed into a thick miasma.

 

Each of Jake's breaths was now laced with the pungent taste of foot, and it was only getting stronger. Despite the mortal danger, a part of his brain still knew exactly what he was inhaling and his eyes widened as he felt his crotch begin to stir.

 

“No... no... please no...” Jake prayed. Desperate to get free, he began to scream and pound on the the surface of his mom's second toe. There was no reaction from her, but he heard the car engine stop.

 

Everything swung violently as Linda stepped out of the car. Her tiny son was thrown back to the absolute tip of her shoe before getting flung between her second and third toes. She was only somewhat aware of this occurrence, but she figured it was dirt or even a peeling piece of the shoe's insole, certainly not her son. She walked into the front doors of the store.

 

Jake was now experiencing true hell. The horrible movements of Linda's feet were back, but now they were even worse as he was sandwiched between her mammoth toes. The thick, rubbery flesh pressed up against him with no mercy, and he shut his eyes as her stinging sweat forced itself into every orifice. But the worst part of all was his damned erection, rubbing up and down against her flesh with each of her footsteps. Try as he might he couldn't make his boner go down, no matter how much he tried to remind himself this was his own mother and that he was in danger of losing his life.

 

It was her feet. The sheer power of their aroma overrode all of Jake's minuscule senses, bringing his erection to a tightness he never even knew was possible. It didn't matter that it was his mother. His brain cared, but his penis didn't. Each inhalation filled his lungs with a rich new wave of her foot's odor, magnified to such a level that it practically overloaded his olfactory senses.

 

Linda stopped in the middle of an aisle in the store, picking out various items. She was trying to remember which brand of pasta Jake preferred. As she mulled it over in her head, she absentmindedly scrunched her toes together, enjoying the feeling of whatever it was trapped between them.

 

Jake was now full sobbing. The damned walking had stopped for now, but in its place his mother's mammoth toes began compressing around him, burying his face in a sea of moist maternal flesh. Each scrunch of her toes would tightly hug his throbbing erection against the warm skin, bringing him closer and closer to climax. Then, right before he could reach the point of no return, she would spread her toes within the confined tip of the shoe, giving the poor boy a few seconds of respite before grinding him between them again.

 

“Stop, mom!” Jake choked out uselessly between sobs. He was essentially being tortured at this point. The sticky sweat now glued him to the side of her big toe, meaning he couldn't even reach down and finish himself off if he wanted to. He yelped as her toes clamped back together and began grinding him back and forth yet again.

 

“Hmm, I know he likes bowtie pasta...” Linda muttered to herself. She looked around but sound none on the shelf.

 

Jake let out an involuntary moan as the toes spread out once more, ceasing their unwanted touch. But this time the break only lasted for a few seconds before they closed in again and this time didn't let up.

 

Linda was standing on her tip toes. She had located the pasta she needed, but it was on a top shelf. Just barely reaching it, she added the item to her basket and continued on, scrunching her toes once last time before walking.

 

“There, Jake should be happy,” she sighed.

 

When Linda stood up on the tips of her toes their bore down on Jake harshly, crushing him within an inch of his life. His dangerously numb penis was forced directly up against the inside wall of her big toe, the second toe on her foot forcing it and his face to sink into her skin as far as they could go.

 

Then the pressure relented, but only slightly. The toes grinded Jake's body one last time, and tears streamed down his face as he could hold back no longer.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” Jake whimpered over and over, sobbing as he forcefully and violently ejaculated into the muggy depths of his mother's toes.  

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