Jeremy awoke with a fright to the sound of distant thunder, or rather, a mighty yawn originating from his mother's throat. Without a second to recover he realised a long, sweaty toe was invading his throat and he could only breathe through his nose. Panicking, he tried to move but was devastatingly quickly reminded that his shrinking illness prevented him from moving the majority of his muscles. 

Jeremy felt a wetness down by his midsection and deduced that his morning wood was still trapped deep in a hot crevice between the toes of his mother's other foot.

The toes pushed down further around his member and ensnared both his bruised penis and his tender testicles. They clamped down hard and squeezed with so much force that Jeremy's vision briefly faded. All of his senses were in dissaray from the intense pleasure and pain. Mercifully, his balls did not burst, but flattened out instead, gradually releasing the tremendous load that had been building up inside of them up into his penis.

Felicity's toes held tight and sealed off any chance the ejaculate had to escape. Jeremy's eyes rolled around in his head from the agony.

Suddenly the toes slipped! His mother's musky sweat had saved him!

And then the dam burst.

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Felicity had earned herself a rejuvenating sleep from all the care she put into looking after her son. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon when she woke up from her deep slumber and yawned loudly. She raised her arms above her head and pointed her scrunched toes, lengthening her body as much as possible for the ideal stretch. Her toes pushed town and clamped together tightly around an odd protrusion.

"There's that thread again", Felicity thought to herself. She then pulled her foot upwards, attempting to pull out the thread with her toes. Felicity managed to hold onto the thread pretty well, until it slipped out from between her toes, causing her foot to rise up and flex. 

Out of nowhere she felt a warm liquid dribble between her toes and drip down the length of her bare sole! 

"Ahhhhhhh!" Felicity exclaimed. Her foot drew back suddenly and she hoisted both legs out from under the covers and off the side of the bed, rubbing her wet toes into the carpet. 

"My hot water bottle must be leaking. What a shame", Felicity deduced. She stood up and reached her arm under the bed covers, patting her hand this way and that to quickly grab her hot water bottle before it leaked all over her bed. There was no time to find her glasses on the night stand.

"Aha! Got it", felicity thought triumphantly, closing her fist tightly around the nozzle. She pulled the hot water bottle out from under the sheets and raced over to her door without so much as a glance to the sagging, floppy object dangling from her hand. In order to prevent her foot warmer from leaking she made sure to squeeze her fist tight around the nozzle to prevent any drips.

Her large feet created a thunderous rumble as they stomped down the hallway and passed by Eleanor's bedroom. Felicity was still very drowzy and had to concentrate hard to direct her footsteps and navigate her way to the kitchen without her glasses. Felicity found the kitchen sink and tossed the hot water bottle into it where it joined her red protein shaker bottle from the previous day. She pivotted on one foot and turned around to head back to bed, clearly annoyed.

"I can't believe my hot water bottle is leaking. It's not even that old", she said.

Felicity left the kitchen and froze. "Oh my god! I hope I didn't hurt Jeremy when I jumped out of bed". Felicity stomped back down the hallway as fast as she could and entered her dark room.

She shut the door with a small click and walked slowly towards the end of her bed.

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Eleanor's blue eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed, suddenly awoken in fright by a series of loud thumps outside of her bedroom. She quickly hopped off her bed and planted her delicate feet on the floor before rushing over to the door. At the end of the hallway she saw her mother turn the corner to the kitchen holding the hot water bottle cover containing her annoying brother. The corners of her mouth lifted with a sly smirk and she peeked out from behind the door, listening intently. Her mother was complaining about her little foot warmer.

Suddenly Felicity's footsteps turned into rapid stomps and Eleanor quickly moved her head back into her bedroom. She felt the vibrations in the floor when her exasperated mother passed by the young girl's bedroom and entered her own, shutting the door behind her. 

Eleanor brushed her blonde bangs to the side and quietly slipped out into the hallway. She placed one small foot in front of the other, slowly, and with great care. Standing on the soft balls of her feet, she tip-toed down the hallway without so much as a single noise. Wearing pyjama shorts and a sleeveless top, her clothes made no sound and enabled Eleanor to stealthily creep into the kitchen.

The kitchen tiles felt cool under the elegant soles of her feet. Looking around the room she could see nothing interesting on the dining table or kitchen counter.

Her eyes locked onto the kitchen sink at the opposite end of the room. She ducked down into a squat and moved forward. Her graceful, supple feet were those of a dancer and they carried her with poise. 

Eleanor reached up and placed both hands onto the sinks edge and slowly raised herself up and up. Her head now level with the sink, she saw her brother in a tangled heap within the hot water bottle cover lying next to her mother's large red protein shaker bottle. She pushed down on the sink and brought herself up to her full height, looking down at her shrunken, immobile sibling.

She bent at the waist and lowered her face down over the sink, casting Jeremy in shadow. With widened eyes and parted lips, Eleanor gazed curiously down her nose at her brother below her. Was it her imagination or did he look smaller than before? In fact, he seemed to be shrinking before her very eyes. Maybe it was a trick of the light. He looked to be about the length of a pen now.

Eleanor was glad her mother hadn't discovered Jeremy, so she allowed herself a smile, showing off her full set of cute braces. She deftly extracted her brother from the hot water bottle cover and noted his body looked quite bruised. He was covered in slime and sweat so she turned on the cold tap and held him under for a few seconds to clean off the gunk.

Eleanor lifted up her brother between two fingers and frowned at him. He was the reason she had missed the dance recital she had worked so hard to prepare for. Her mother would lay endless chores upon her now that she had to spend so much time looking after Jeremy. 

It was time for more revenge.

A floorboard in the hallway creaked.

Eleanor froze and lost her grip on Jeremy, sending him tumbling down through the air over the sink. 

You're up early for a Sunday", said Felicity from the kitchen doorway. 
Eleanor turned around to face her mother. 

"Just getting a drink, mom. I'm probably going to go back to bed", replied Eleanor hesitantly. 

Felicity nodded and apologised. "Sorry if I woke you up just then. My hot water bottle leaked on me and I kinda freaked out".

"It's fine", said Eleanor. "No harm done".

Felicity smiled. "Could you pass me my protein shaker bottle"? she asked sweetly.

Eleanor reached one hand behind her back and lifted the bottle with a casual "Oh yeah, sure", blocking her mother's view of the sink. She passed the bottle to her mother who grabbed a lid and straw from the counter. 

"I'm going to try and fit in an early morning gym session before Jeremy wakes up", said Felicity. "I checked on him, he's still sound asleep at the end of my bed, poor thing. I'm gonna need you to help around the house today while I look after him. Sorry, I know you had a lot of plans for this weekend".

Eleanor was fuming, although she managed not to show it. She felt slightly better by the fact that her mother had mistaken one of Eleanor's old dolls for her sleeping brother, and remained completely unaware of the prank she had played.

Felicity screwed the shaker lid on tight and pressed down on the the sipping cap with a click, sealing off the shaker. Felicity adjusted the gym bag on her shoulder and set off out the front door to her car, gently rocking her bottle back and forth and causing the shake-mixing ball within to bounce off the sides.

Finally, she was gone, and the sound of the car engine faded into the distance. Eleanor let out a pent up sigh of relief and turned around to look at her brother in the sink.

There was nothing except a small, metal, shake-mixing ball.