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July 31st 2043

 

“Hurry up Tom, we're going to be late for Riley's graduation ceremony!” Michelle shouted up to her son as she waited by the front door. All she had left to do was put on shoes and she would be good to go. Her son, Tom, on the other hand, had slept through the alarm he had set the night before.

10 minutes ago, he had been woken up by his screaming mother which dragged him into the waking world immediately. Not the best start to his Friday. Now, he was rushing around his room to get ready, afraid that if he wasn't ready to leave soon his mother may see fit to impose punishments. Perish the thought.

When he finally made it down the stairs, Tom came face to face with his mom, arms crossed and tapping her bare foot impatiently. The dark brown haired, attractive woman had a stern expression on her face and the cold blue eyes were quick to settle on her unpunctual offspring.

“About time. It seems that laziness hasn't been driven out of you yet. Time for a quick lesson before we leave.”

Tom swallowed nervously. He suddenly realised that when his mom had come into his room and woke him up earlier, she had been wearing a pair of pink ankle socks. Her now naked feet were evidence of what awaited him. As she uncrossed her arms, a gleeful smile split Michelle's face. In one of her hands, previously hidden from view in the fold of her arms, were the pair of socks she had been wearing earlier, crumpled into a ball of sweat-ridden fabric.

“They could be a little more... fragrant. But they will suffice. I put them on fresh this morning and wore them during my morning run, so there should be some flavour left to remind you that laziness is not tolerated under my roof.”

“Mom, come on. You don't need to do this, I've learned my lesson. There's going to be hundreds of people at this event.” Tom pleaded.

“Nope. All you have to do is keep that mouth shut to make sure no one sees, right? Come over here and open wide. Quickly, before I go fish a smellier pair out of my hamper.” The threat was a real possibility. He knew from prior experience that for his mom, a pair of socks with only one run worth of foot sweat absorbed was a mercy.

Groaning, Tom saw no choice. He obeyed, reluctantly moving to his mother's side. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Tom did nothing as she stuffed both socks into his mouth and closed it for him afterwards, a look of satisfaction on her face. “I took the pleasure of turning them inside out for you, so the parts that were pressed against my sweaty soles are now pressed against your tongue.”

Cringing, Tom fought the urge to spit out the foul tasting socks. “Thank you mom.” He mumbled through the damp material, his words coming out slurred and almost incomprehensible.

“I'm just doing what's best for you Tom. You can take them out later, after the ceremony. Speaking of which, we should be leaving. Come on.” Slipping her feet into a pair of tattered, comfortable trainers, the faded blue pair that she wore for running, Michelle led the way out of the house.

As they walked to the car, the two of them waved to the neighbour pulling out of her drive in her own car. Becky was likely going to the ceremony too, because her girlfriend was also graduating today alongside Riley. Inside the car, Michelle made one final check to ensure she wasn't forgetting anything and set off for Hemlock Academy. Tom sat in the passenger seat miserably. The one positive thing about today was that there would be plenty of young, hot women at the graduation ceremony and a large fraction of them wouldn't be the kind of sadistic female who would choose to attend the academy. But now, with his own mom's socks in his mouth until further notice, it would be difficult to meet potential girlfriends. Hell, now he'd be avoiding people at all costs, not willing to humiliate himself by revealing the details of why he was unable to talk properly.

But there was one thing that scared Tom more than that. And sadly, it was something that would be unavoidable today: reuniting with his little sister Riley. Riley had been at Hemlock Academy for a year straight, undergoing the training required to become a shrink correctional officer in the employ of the government. It was no surprise to Tom when his sister first shared with him her goal of becoming an SCO, her overt cruel tendencies and how she treated him at home made her perfectly suited for such a role. In her year at the academy, he hadn't seen her once. Their mother had visited Riley several times, her offer to bring him along denied every time.

Since it was such a busy event, the closer they got to the academy the worse the traffic became. Fortunately Hemlock academy was located on the outskirts of the city of Queenswall reasonably close to their suburb. Tom found himself with plenty of time to stare out at the street and observe people going about their day to day lives, such as families travelling on foot to the graduation ceremony. He even spotted a couple of SCOs walking around in street clothing and Tom couldn't help but shiver a little wondering if they were currently carrying out the 'rehabilitation process' as they had named it. It was possible that there were more SCOs that Tom had been unable to identify, as they could've forgone their signature boots that made the enforcers belonging to the Shrink Correctional Association oh so recognisable.

Obviously the young man spied several young women as Michelle navigated the congested roads around the academy, sighing at the thought that approaching them would be impossible today thanks to his disciplinarian mother. She caught him staring whenever they were stopped and eventually made a mocking comment.

“Sorry son, but there's no point thinking about kissing pretty girls like that today. All you'll be doing at the ceremony is sucking mommy's sweaty socks clean.”

Michelle laughed, causing Tom to blush red with humiliation and swallow yet another mouthful of saliva that had mixed with the excretions from her pink ankle socks. Tom thought about how successful his mother would have been had she chosen to be an SCO. She certainly had the aptitude much like her daughter, he could attest to that given how many foot related punishments he'd gone through over the past year. In his sister's absence, Tom's life had been relatively foot odour free after Riley left until Michelle saw fit to start imposing such punishments. Yet another miserable element of his life to blame Riley for.

However bad the traffic had been, they eventually arrived and thankfully there was both time and a car parking space to spare. Michelle was thankful because it minimised the potential stress on such an important day. Tom was thankful because it prevented his mom from having another reason to levy further suffering onto him, not that she needed a reason really.

“It's a good job that we're on time Tom. If we had been late thanks to you dawdling around in your room you'd be licking my feet for an hour when we get home instead of merely massaging and smelling them.” Michelle quipped as she exited the parked vehicle.

“Yeah. Wait.. smelling them?” Tom mumbled through the socks, their salty flavour a dreadful reminder that they were not on her feet where they belonged and she was in fact wearing those old trainers without any socks. He expected his mom to demand a foot rub, this had become commonplace in their relationship. That involved smelling her feet to some degree, but what Michelle meant was direct, foot-to-face foot smelling.

“Yep. You didn't think your punishment for almost making me late to my lovely daughter's graduation would be easy, did you?” Michelle said with a smirk. Her ability to understand him with ease was testament to how Tom had been in similar situations many times before.

Easy? This is easy? Tom didn't voice his protests but he did project his thoughts forcefully at his mother in a ineffective show of rebellion to an evil parent.

Walking together to the stage area on the massive green academy field, they saw a dozen or so people that they recognised, Tom gave a closed lip smile and a nod of his head whilst Michelle made up for his silence with loud, overly friendly greetings and exaggerated hand waving. The closer they came to the large stage set-up which was the centre of today's celebrations, complete with gazebos and more than enough folding chairs placed in front of the stage, the more women they saw wearing square academic caps. Many thought that graduates of Hemlock Academy and similar academies across the country were tarnishing the symbol of higher education by using it in their ceremonies, but dissenters to anything that the Shrink Correctional Association were involved in were constantly downplayed by the biased media who shrouded any negative press with a positive light. The government support for the Shrink Correctional Association was so strong that interfering with their 'justice' was considered treason.

Inevitably, they soon found the one person that Tom was hoping they wouldn't find. Riley, her long brown hair draped over one shoulder, smiling and laughing with a small crowd of other former students. Though her hair wasn't as dark as her mother's, she had the same colour eyes. Where Michelle's had a coldness to them however, Riley's were warm and perpetually gleeful. His sister's friends hadn't yet received the iconic black boots of shrink correctional officers, that would happen later, but their hats marked them as people that the young man wanted nothing to do with. However Riley's wandering eyes caught sight of her mother and brother, almost as if her sixth sense was telling her that her favourite victim was nearby and treated them to a beaming, full tooth smile. Riley expertly excused herself from her friends, the girl had always navigated social situations without trouble, and came over to her approaching relatives.

Regrettably, Tom couldn't deny that his sister was a looker. She had drawn the lustful gazes of many since she was old enough and he suspected that the one thing keeping him from shameful, incestuous thoughts was her diabolical personality and the fact that she always seemed to go out of her way to bring him despair, even if it inconvenienced her.

“Mom! Tom! It's so good to see you.” Riley said joyfully, stepping into her mother's open arms for a hug. It didn't last long and she turned to Tom with her arms remaining open. “What's wrong bro? You haven't seen me for a whole year. Surely you've missed me enough to give me a loving hug?”

Tom felt his mom's stare burning into the side of his head while he stood face to face with his sister, silently urging him to hug her or face consequences. Tom smiled, his lips shut tight. He hugged Riley.

“Are you lost for words because of how happy you are to see me?” Riley asked, not teasing him for once. She was genuinely curious as to why he was being so quiet.

Michelle snickered. “Tom's mouth is a little full right now sweetie. He's a bit embarrassed about the situation, especially with so many people around so do be kind to him.”

The siblings broke apart and realisation came to Riley's face in the form of an amused grin. “Oh my god mom. You didn't?”

“I did. The same pair I wore on my run this morning.”

“What did he do?”

“Slept through his alarm and almost made us late. Don't worry, there's more in store for your lazy brother when we get home.”

Riley did a few small, excited hops on the spot. “I can't wait to watch, what a great graduation present! I've missed having the two of you around soooo much.”

An announcement came from the stage, informing all of today's graduates to get ready. “Sorry guys, gotta go. I'll give you a shout out during my acceptance speech. See you later!” Riley scampered off, rejoining her friend group and heading towards the stage.

“We should get going too. Grab ourselves a pair of seats so we can get a good view of the stage for when it's Riley's turn.” Michelle said, not waiting for her son and simply grabbing his arm and dragging him along behind her, moving at a fast pace. The rapid movement proved to be warranted, not long after Michelle seated them near the front of the seating area all the chairs around were quickly occupied, the occupants chattering eagerly among themselves, mothers exhibiting pride for their daughters, sisters were jealous and the few male relatives that came today, fathers and brothers, looked rather uncomfortable at the prospect of their daughters or sisters going into a career where they punish criminals using their own bodies. Maybe they've seen the evil tendencies displayed and are afraid that Hemlock Academy served to only encourage these tendencies. That, among other things, was what Tom was most afraid of concerning Riley.

That's when he caught sight of her, looking right at him. Tom felt a chill. That superior smirk of dominance, those greedy eyes that sought only to see suffering. She pointed a finger towards him, talking to the same group of friends as earlier. The girls around her followed her finger, finding him in the crowd. Then Riley said something to them and they started laughing, expressions of shock clear as day on their faces. Tom flushed red and looked at the ground, wondering what embarrassing information that she had shared to people who were complete strangers to Tom.

“Without further ado,” A woman in formal attire said, stood upon the stage with a mic in her hand “let's celebrate the graduation of yet another selection of promising recruits to the Shrink Correctional Association. These new shrink correctional officers will punish the unjust in society, leading us all to a bright future. Can we get a round of applause for their collective efforts before they come up for their certificates?”

The sound of hundreds of hands clapping together was deafening. Tom thought joining in was a little redundant, plus he didn't want to cheer for such a horrific institution, but a light yet meaningful shove from his mother's elbow brought his hands together.

Tom watched as young woman after young woman was called up onto the stage by the announcer, shaking their hands and handing over a certificate of graduation, allowed them to say a few words, then told them to proceed backstage where a member of staff would hand over their SCO boots along with an SCO license. There wasn't a uniform age amongst the new SCOs, any female under thirty could apply to join the academy. Soon enough he recognised some of the faces stepping up onto the stage. They were girls that had been stood with Riley, her friends at the academy presumably. The first up was a short pale girl with jet black hair. It was difficult to tell but Tom thought he could see a few piercings decorating her face. The goth looking girl said very few words. Second of Riley's friend group was a tall blonde girl. She had a constant, genuine smile, one that made Tom think that maybe she wasn't as cruel as her friends and fellow students; although it would impossible to tell without meeting her. The blonde was extremely talkative, overusing her friendly voice so much that the announcer had to give the girl a nudge as she was partway through thanking practically everyone she had ever met.

At last, Riley's name was called and she confidently took to the stage. Tom's younger sister managed to look humble whilst the announcer congratulated her and handed over what the girl had earned over the past year. Licking her lips to moisten them, finally Riley got her chance to address the crowd.

“Thank you all for coming today.” A strong start. “I think I speak for every graduate today when I say that our success is due to both the efforts of our fine teachers and the support given by our friends and family. My main pillar of support whilst I have been away from home has been my mother. She's the beautiful lady sitting right over there.” Riley pointed over to where her mother and brother were sat. Michelle waved at her daughter, identifying herself to the crowd in the process and being given a short round of applause. Tom shrunk down a little, not liking the attention that his sister had directed his way.

“And I can't fail to mention my sweet older brother. For most of my life he has been a source of motivation for me, his very existence urging me to be what I have become today. He's the one sat next to my wonderful mother.” Some people clapped for Tom too, less than what clapped for Michelle. If he had still been looking at his sister on the stage and not distracted by the reactions of the crowd around him, he might have noticed the evil grin appear on Riley's face.

“He might be a little hesitant to smile right now, so don't be offended. Currently, he has our mother's socks occupying his mouth as punishment for being a bad boy back at home.” Riley followed his extremely personal information about Tom's current predicament with a giggle.

Tom felt his entire head burn with embarrassment at what his sister had just announced to hundreds of people. The crowd started laughing; laughter ranging from quiet chuckles to full blown bellowing when they witnessed his skin redden and lips lock together, serving as evidence aplenty to give proof to Riley's claim. He couldn't help but notice many of the attractive girls present joined in the laughter, cementing him in their minds as a pathetic man who sucked on his own mother's sweaty socks. Even his mom beside him was laughing quietly, placing a hand over her mouth in a lame attempt to hide it from her already humiliated son.

“Yes, yes. It is very funny. Hilarious even. But he is my brother and I do love him. Thank you Tom, for helping put me on the path to my dream career.” Riley ended her speech after causing a reasonable amount of embarrassment to her brother, heading backstage to receive the boots that she had waited so long to possess.

After Riley's speech, Tom kept his head down to avoid any belated staring and silent covert mocking aimed his way. Although he kept his eyes to the ground, he did glance at the stage every now and again and saw another face he recognised Brooke, his olive skinned neighbour. Brooke was in her late twenties and had been a personal trainer before choosing to make the swap to shrink correctional officer. She was the second half to his neighbour Becky who he and his mom had seen earlier. Together, they were two of the hottest women in town and Tom often fantasied of a scenario where they would offer to let him in on their relationship.

The rest of the ceremony went by quite slowly for Tom, anxiously wondering if anyone present was still talking about him. When it did come to a close, it went out with a bang. All of the graduates returned to the stage, wearing their new high tech instruments of torture on their feet, to pose for a group picture and throw their academic caps up into the air. The symbolic footwear would be worn purely for the sake of the picture. Though all were celebrating, they knew deep down that they were cheering for a new generation of torturers that had the support of the law.

That was the conclusion of the official ceremony. Once they retrieved their belongings and tools for their new careers, most of them swapping out the black boots back for clean shoes in the meantime, all of the graduates rejoined their friends and families, chatting and introducing their newly acquired friends and also their favoured teachers. From what Tom could hear the teachers were rather complimentary towards the families of their students, telling them how good of a job they had done raising their daughters. Riley was different from the rest. She bid her fellow graduates and the teachers of the academy farewell, promising to stay in touch with some and hurried over to Michelle and Tom.

“Come on, let's get going.” She said after a light jog to reach them, a bag on her back and another in her hands.

“You don't want to stay?” Michelle asked. Tom remained quiet, as you might expect.

“I've spent a whole year here mom. There is nothing more I want right now than to return home with my loving mother and brother. Besides, it's so easy to communicate over social media these days that I can talk and meet up with anyone I want easily enough.”

“Fair enough. C'mon, let's go to the car. At least we won't have to deal with much traffic on the journey home. Give your bags to your brother, he'll be more than happy to carry them.”

Tom followed along with mixed feelings, lugging both of the heavy bags whilst Riley walked along unburdened. He was happy to be leaving Hemlock Academy, a place that was full of sadistic girls and their families, all of whom knew that he had his mom's gross socks stuffed into his mouth and openly mocked him for it. But at the same time, Tom was filling with dread. Dread that he would have to smell his mom's feet after she'd been wearing trainers without socks. Dread that Riley would be there to spectate and tease him. And most of all, dread for the future now that his bratty little sister was to move back into their family home.

 

Chapter End Notes:

Hi! Any readers familiar with my latest works will notice that this is a long form story and not an anthology series. Though to keep things interesting, there will be anthology elements, such as interludes every now and again that give glimpses into the lives of characters that have been mentioned or seen in the main plotline. If you've ever read the behemoth of a webnovel 'Worm' you'll understand what I mean. This will be both for the purpose of adding more exciting, creative content to this story and to build up the world to make the whole story more believeable. 

Don't get me wrong, this story won't be super realistic but I intend to make it somewhat realistic. The first two or three chapters won't feature much giantess action if any since I want plenty of set-up, but fear not there will be a lot once the ball gets rolling.

Thanks for reading and as always, all feedback is appreciated!

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