Origins of a Foot Fetish
Chapter 17: House Call
Current Height: 10 cm (4 inches)
I slept. But it wasn't a
typical, “temporary” sleep. This was deeper, longer, like
something required to fight off a nasty virus, a hangover- or
exhaustion. I vaguely remember my mother checking on me- or at least
I remember some distant event, where she had been almost more like
some sort of natural phenomenon than an actual person. There had been
at some point deep rhythmic shaking, like footsteps, then her
gigantic face was smiling down on me as my eyes slipped shut once
again. Or perhaps I had dreamed all of it- I honestly did not know.
But now, well, really
for quite a while now- even before I had woken up- there had been a
smell. It was hard to describe at first. Definitely not a smell I was
familiar with yet somehow I did know it. Not unpleasant at all. What
was it? Like sugar cooking, like candy making. Then a much worse and
more complex smell joined it- something very easy to identify...
Fresh nail polish.
My eyes fluttered open.
I groaned as I stirred, rolling onto my back. A box- I was in a box?
It was a shoe box surrounding me, making a dark rectangular frame
within which was revealed a distant portion of ceiling. My bedding
was several of my mother's silk panties folded neatly beneath of me.
My blanket was an unfurled pink panty, the little decorative white
ribbon bow in the center of it's waistband almost as wide as my
shoulders.
What was that smell?
Nail polish, for sure, but what else? What smelled sweet like that?
It took a bit to find something that matched. For a bit I thought it
was a scented candle, but then I realized that it was too potent and
subtly complex. I wracked my brain, yet I kept coming back to the
idea that it was some sort of a candle... Oh!
Hot beeswax.
I wobbled as I dragged
myself free of the heavy silk. It wasn't easy to stand up, but I
finally slid heavily up the stiff cardboard wall to my feet and
peered beyond it. It was my mother's bedroom beyond the shoe box. I
was on her dresser. Through the window, beneath of an overcast sky I
noticed in her driveway an unfamiliar vehicle. A little white van
with a fancy, very feminine cursive font and graphic across the
entire side of it...
“Lancaster Nails.”
I frowned. Why was- Who
was- I gripped the top of the shoe box tightly as I listened closely.
Voices. My mother's voice and another, unfamiliar female voice. My
mother sounded genuinely happy about something. I strained to hear
their words, but the voices were thoroughly muffled by the closed
bedroom door.
I pulled myself over the
side of the shoe box to land on the cold wooden top of the dresser. I
stared out the window at the van, caught up in pondering just who had
stopped by. My daydream was interrupted by a sudden violent motion
directly on the other side of the window pane...
A huge fly had landed on
the glass, as large as a cat to me. I grimaced in disgust as the
bulging, glittering head tilted back and forth for a moment before it
walked in a rapid circle, tasting the pane with it's black bristled
tongue.
My scalp tingled as I
shuddered. I was so thankful that the creature was outside. Who knows
how it would react to my presence if it were in here with me? I
watched as it systematically tasted the glass in a zigzag pattern,
hunting for food.
My eyes widened as I
turned away from the window, scanning the air in the immense bedroom
for any signs of movement, any signs of something flying about...
I was small now... and
naked. I had never thought about insects being a threat to me if I
were to start shrinki-
The loud buzzing of the
beast caused me to spin around. It was shoving itself against the
edge of the glass pane. I could see the smallest bit of daylight
where the glazing compound of the window had cracked and flaked away
there. The fly had caught the sweet scent of the beeswax- if that was
in fact what it actually was. I hugged myself tightly as the foul
little monster's tongue repeatedly thrust into the tiny crack. It
scrabbled, digging with it's strange front legs against the glass. I
could hear the tiny claws scratching. Odd. I didn't know that such a
sound existed. What a horrible, horrible-
“You're awake!”
I shrieked as my whole
body twitched in surprise, covering my head instinctively. It was my
mother's huge form, intimidating even though she was just inside of
the open door. She walked even closer to me, her footsteps were
rhythmic shocks sent through the dresser and into my sensitive bare
feet.
“Oh, Ricky! I didn't
mean to scare you- I'm sorry! I was just coming to get in my
pocketbook for cash.” The jiggling breasts, held back by a grey
blouse loomed over me as my mother's beautiful face lit up with a
smile.
“I- Mom, I want you to
call an exterminator. I just realized that-”
“An exterminator? What
for? Did you see a bug in here somewhere?” The giant face slid
downwards until all I could see was the top of her head. The dresser
rumbled beneath of me and I went to my knees as my mother pulled open
a drawer.
“No, I didn't see one
in here, but I was thinking about it and-”
“You didn't? Then why
call an- Oh, that's probably enough of a tip, isn't it? Your Aunt
surprised me- do you know what Aunt Wendy did? She arranged for a
pedicurist from a local nail salon to come over and give me the royal
treatment- exfoliation, polish, even a lovely skin softening
treatment with wax! I have no idea how much you're Aunt spent on such
a thing- a lot of money, no doubt. I can at least reward the nice
young lady. You'd like her, Ricky! She's very pretty, and nice too.”
“We need to... I think
that we to call an...”
“Honey? Are you
alright?”
“I want to get-”
“I'll be right back,
okay? She is packing everything up and I want to catch her. Oh-
you've got to see my feet! They're perfect! Just baby soft now and so
beautiful! I'll be right back...”
The giantess winked at
me before turning away and thumping gracefully through the doorway.
It took a moment for me to work through what she had just said. My
Aunt Wendy had gone to the trouble of springing a surprise for her. A
pedicure session- a house call of all things- for my mother.
Something wasn't... Why would my selfish Aunt... What had she said to
me, with that evil, knowing smile...
My blood iced over.
As the door to the
bedroom was pulled shut I realized what was really at stake here. My
Aunt had just given my affectionate, caring, sweet mother a weapon
capable of rapidly reducing me to an insect. An insect that would no
longer hold back my mother from living her best life.
I crawled over the shoe
box wall and pulled the silk panty around my shivering body as I
tried not to think about bugs... Bugs in any context.