Jerry would never have gotten involved in demonolatry had he only known how much of a pain it was to be possessed by a demon of lust. It wasn't just the fact that his malignant “guest” kept his mind full of lustful thoughts all day long, though that as bad enough on its own and he would certainly fail half his college classes if he couldn't get Oroziel to stop that. No, the really bad part about it was when he took over his body, leaving Jerry as a mere observer, and pulled some weird shit with his powers.
It might have been more bearable if the demon's states didn't deviate so far from Jerry's own. Maybe he could have gotten some enjoyment out of Oroziel's antics if he were only into boobs and thighs and asses—all fairly standard stuff. Instead, it had turned out that he was a macrophilliac demon of lust with a taste for feet, and that he could use his powers to indulge in his kinks. That was precisely what he was doing right then.
The demon, having shrunk their body to an inch tall, was currently in the business of trying to crawl under Sheila's bedroom door.
“With over three billion women in this world to choose from, is it really necessary for you to spend every night indulging your freakish tastes with my sister?” Jerry asked the demon.
“Well, no,” Oroziel replied, directing his thoughts at Jerry, “but why shouldn't I? She's the one closest at hand. Aside from your mom, but she's too old for my tastes; though, maybe she's more to your liking?” Jerry detected a hint of mirth coming from the being. “Besides, you can't deny she's fucking hot. I've noticed you looking at her too.”“Okay, yes,” Jerry admitted, “but I'd never do anything about it. I have standards, you know.”
“Yes, and your standards involve invoking a demon of lust into your own body. Now shut up and let me do my thing; you can have your body back when I'm done.”Jerry did the mental equivalent of sighing. “Just please give it back to me at its proper size this time, will you?”“No promises,” Oroziel said. Having gotten to the other side of the door, he stretched his host's feline body and began wading through the thick carpet on his way to Sheila's bed. The lights were off, but what little illumination entered through the curtains was enough for his eyes. Once at the foot of the bed, he leapt onto a sheet that brushed the floor, hooking his claws into it and climbing up. Up on the bed, the sight of Jerry's sister met his eyes, giving rise to a fit of lust within him. Already he could feel his loins stirring as they anticipated the carnal pleasures of that beautiful sleeping body. Jerry's contempt for his interests flared up in their shared mindspace, but whatever the mortal's thoughts about his tastes, Oroziel was amused to note he chose to keep watching.
Without wasting another second, Oroziel began making his way over the rumpled bed sheets towards his great prize; Sheila's paws.
Once he got to them, he was quick to immerse himself in their sensations. He pressed himself against the girl's divinely soft paw pads, licking them all over to get their taste on his tongue. He pressed his face into the soft fur between her toes and huffed in their scent, which still smelled of the peppermint-scented body wash she had taken a liking to. Oh, what good fortune he'd had in getting into a mortal body with such a cute sister. How delicate her paws were, and how beautiful. His hands sank unexpectedly deep into their plush pads and ran easily through their well-groomed fur. And how they moved at his touch! He could not so much as caress the surface of her toes without her meeting his touch with a gentle curl. She was a real treasure; and to think that Jerry with all his “standards” refused to be interested in her. Well, that was his loss.
Half an hour passed with him still fondling his paws, and he meant to keep at it for a half-hour more—foreplay, the demon knew, was by far the most important ingredient to any sexual activity, even if it was self-pleasure—but it wasn't meant to be as he was interrupted by Sheila's paw curling around him, holding his host's body in between a pair of toes. There was a rustling of sheets and then her paw turned over, and light flooded into the room as a bedside lamp was turned on.
“You fucking moron, you fucking got us caught!” Jerry yelled at him.
“Oh, shit,” the demon said. “Alright, buddy, you handle this now,” he told Jerry as he switched control of the body over to him.
“What do you mean 'you handle this'? Oro? Oro!” Jerry said before he realized he was already back in his body and his words were being spoken aloud. And that his body was no longer caught between Sheila's toes. He turned around and saw his sister glaring at him. “Uh... Hi.”“Jerry, what the fuck is going on here?” she asked.
“Well, you see, there's a bit of a funny story behind that,” Jerry began, hoping that just telling her the truth would be enough to convince her not to grind him to a pulp, or even worse, turn him in to mom. “I know this is probably going to sound crazy to you, but I have been possessed by a demon. A demon of lust, to be precise, and one with macrophilia and a paw fetish. So, every night he takes over my body, shrinks it down, and, uh, has his way with your paws while you sleep.”“Jerry. Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, my dear, sweet, little, brother,” she said, leaning dangerously close to him. He stared at her finger's protracted claw as it drew closer to him, finally clipping under his chin and tilting his head up to look at her. “Do you think I'm so stupid as to buy every piece of bullshit that comes spewing out of your mouth? We both know there's no such thing as demons. Now, I want you to tell me the truth about what the hell is going on, or else I'll make sure you never see the light of day again,” she said coldly.
“A little help here, Oro?” he asked, directing his thoughts at the demon.
“Help? What do you even expect me to do about this, kitty boy?”
“Well, you could unshrink me, for one. Failing that, you could take over my body to prove I'm telling the truth about being possessed.”“Fat chance. It is in no demon's best interests to have others know when they're possessing someone.”
“Then fucking help me lie my way out of this one.”
“You don't have to lie; at least, not exactly. Just tell her the truth, but from my perspective. Tell her you think she's really hot and you just love spending time with her paws.”“Why don't you tell her that yourself?”
“Because It's more fun to have you say it.”
“Fuck you.”
The whole conversation took no more than a couple seconds, though from the looks of it, even that was enough for Sheila to start growing impatient. “Okay,” Jerry said. “You're right, there's no demon involved. Those things I said about the demon are actually truths about myself, I shrunk myself down so I could spend time with your paws. I think they're really hot, and I love spending time with them.”“Is that so?” Sheila asked. Her eyes held his own a while longer before she drew her finger back. Jerry felt at his chin to make sure she hadn't left a wound. He wouldn't put have it past her to have punctured his skin on purpose; he knew how vicious she could get. “I understand you perfectly,” she said to him.
“You... you're not surprised?”
“Jerry, please, I'm not blind. I've seen the way you look at me, my perverted little brother. I just didn't think it was my paws you were into,” she said as she flexed them. Don't think that means you're getting off scot-free, though.
“You obviously don't want me to bring this to mom. I understand that, and I promise that I won't speak a word of this to anyone. In fact, I'll even allow you to continue indulging yourself with my paws like this.” Jerry felt Oroziel perk up somewhere in the back of his mind, preparing to retake control over his body as soon as she gave them the green light. “There's just one little thing I ask for in exchange: the thing you used to shrink yourself.”“Er, yes, well, you see...” Jerry began, his tone drawing his sister's glare to him again. “The thing I use for it isn't really mine. Let's just say it's 'borrowed', so I can't really give it to you.” A half-truth. “Isn't there anything else I might give you instead?”“Alright, fine. In that case, you'll do all my homework for a year.”
“A whole fucking year!? Fucking hell, Sheila, do you expect me to not have a life anymore?”
“You have a life? Really, I had no idea,” she quipped. “That's my only offer; take it or leave it.”
Man, what a fucking bargain; he paid the full price and Oroziel reaped half the rewards. Although, with him having to do Sheila's homework, maybe he could to convince the demon to stop flooding his mind with lewd thoughts so he could fulfill his part of the deal. Either way, he didn't really have a choice unless he wanted to deal with mom.
“Okay, I'll do it,” he said at last.
“Smart little brother. I knew you'd see it my way. Well then, good night, Jerry; I'll see you in the morning. Oh, and if you mean to stay with me a while longer, be a dear and make sure my paws are clean, will you?”“I'll do just that,” Oroziel said through Jerry's lips as he got back in the driver's seat. Eagerly he pounced on her paws again, touching and licking them to his heart's content. “Jerry, my man, you should have told me that under this body of an angel hid mind of a devil,” he said to his host, but Jerry had by then retreated into the deeper parts of their shared mind, shutting himself off while he tried to get some sleep, or the closest thing to it he could get under these conditions. Well, no matter; it's not like he needed him to have fun; he would keep this up for as long as this body held out.
“This is so boring, Jerry. Why do you have to do all this crap?”
“Oh, shut it. It was your antics got us into this, remember?” Jerry thought to Oroziel, the demon in his head. “If you hadn't been so eager to indulge yourself with my sister's paws I wouldn't have to do her homework. Besides, what would you even do? Sheila's staying at her friend's house, so you won't be macking on her paws tonight.” A mental wail arose from that corner of his mind the demon inhabited, an awful “noise” that made the feline scowl and clench his jaws. “I swear, if you had a face I would smack it so hard you'd be seeing stars. If you're so bored, you could always leave. Why not go back to hell for good?”“What did I ever do to deserve such harsh words from you? And here I thought we were friends,” Oro said.
“Just keep it down, I still have my own schoolwork to do after this, so don't bother me or I swear I'll go to an exorcist and get you out of my head once and for all.”Oroziel remained quiet thereafter, letting Jerry work all afternoon without interruption, though all the while he had the feeling of someone looking over his shoulder. Around 8 o'clock, there was a knock on the door and his mother's voice called out to him. “Jerry, dear; dinner is ready. Stop what you're doing and come eat.”“Be right there, mom,” Jerry said. He put his stuff away and walked downstairs and into the dining room, where Samantha, his mom, was waiting for him at the table.
Samantha was a bit on the large side, being twice as thick as he or his sister, and a full head taller to boot. Of course, they were cats while she was a lioness, so there wasn't anything unusual in that. Well, except for her having adopted them when they were a different species than her.
Though generally a misanthrope, Jerry's hatred of people could never extend as far as his mother. She was the only person in the world he couldn't bring himself to speak ill of, even alone. The only person he respected. She wasn't perfect, of course—she was a bit too smothering, and too babying, which didn't help his attempts at cultivating an image in the slightest—but he would never say that aloud.
Plus, as much as he didn't like to admit it, he actually liked her affections. He never felt quite as safe as when he was buried deep in his mother's embrace, softness surrounding him on all sides.
His feelings for her also went beyond that. Since hitting puberty, Jerry had been having rather improper thoughts about his mother. He dreamt about her night after night, about becoming her lover. Even wide awake he desired her. There was no woman on Earth who could come close to her, he thought. Still, he knew there was no chance that she would ever see him as anything more than her son, and he tried to avoid such fantasizing.
“Been busy today, dear? You haven't left your room since you got back from school,” she said as he took a seat.
“Very busy. Been getting a lot of homework recently,” he sighed, digging at his plate.
“You've been like this all week. Those teachers of yours are running you ragged. Meanwhile, your sister gets barely any homework at all. It's not fair they dump so much work on you. I've half a mind to go speak with your teachers in person and give them a piece of my mind.”“Really, there's no need for that, mom. I misspoke. They don't leave me too much homework; it's just that I've been getting distracted easily so it takes me a long time to finish it all.”“Well, if you say there's no need for it, I won't interfere. But if you're ever feeling stressed out, remember you can always come up to my room and I'll give you a massage. Free of charge, of course.”“Of course,” Jerry said, blushing as he remembered the last time he'd taken up her offer. Hew as tempted, but he didn't want to encourage his fantasies. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Oroziel scoffed.
They made more small talk as they ate. Once they'd finished, Jerry thanked her for the meal and went back to his room. He took a seat at his desk and took a deep breath, clearing his mind.
“You know, I could let you spend time with her if you really want to. She doesn't even have to know,” Oroziel said to him.
“Shut up.”
“I'm serious. You obviously have the hots for her. I could use my powers to let you indulge yourself with her.”
“Oh? And what's in it for you?”
“Why would there have to be? I'm only trying to be a good headmate. I've been taking advantage of you for so long; don't you think it's time I gave you something in return?”“This is about my threat, isn't it? About the exorcist? You're scared I'll actually go to one unless you make yourself useful to me.”“All I'm saying is, after everything I've put you through, don't you think you deserve something good for once?”
“Absolutely not,” Jerry said. “And I don't want you bringing this up ever again. You won't even mention my mother to me, understand?”“I hear you, I hear you,” Oroziel said. “I guess I'll leave you to your work, then.” With that he disappeared, leaving Jerry unable to feel his presence.
“Good riddance,” he thought, and went back to work. It was well into the night when he could finally set down his pen and get up. Yawning, he stretched his arms and shambled over to his bed. No sooner did his head fall on the pillow than he blacked out, sinking into the depths of slumber.
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When Jerry awoke, rather than his bedroom, he found himself in an alien, cavernous place. “Oroziel!” he shouted at the demon. “Where the hell did you leave my body this time?”“Sorry, but I can't tell you. You forbid me from saying anything about it, remember?” the demon quipped.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I never forbid you to talk about...” Jerry stopped mid-sentence and really looked at his surroundings. He saw the oddly curved shape; the well-work dark spots on the floor; the opening in the ceiling opposite him; the numbers on the wall. “I'm in my mom's shoe?!”“There, you see? You didn't even need my help to figure it out.”
“Quit it with the fucking snark. You asshole. Get me out of here before my mom...” But it was already too late. Just then he heard the sound of stirring bed sheets followed by a yawn and the sound of something falling onto the floor somewhere nearby.
“Get you out of here? Really? And what will happen if mommy dearest sees you? How will you explain this to her?”
Jerry ignored the demon, racking his mind for a possible escape. Before he could think of anything, however, the shoe was picked up and lifted high into the air. She was about to put it on, he knew, and she would definitely feel him in her shoe like this. Unless...
“Make me smaller.”
“Come again?”
“You heard me, you son of a bitch. Shrink me more. She won't find me if I'm too small to see—if I'm too small to even feel. Or is this the smallest you can get me?”“Jerry, my friend, you have no idea how small I can go.” After these words passed through his mind, Jerry began feeling himself dwindling in size. It was his first time feeling it directly—Oroziel had always been the one in body when it happened before. It felt like someone was sucking all the juice out of him. Where it was being sucked to, he hadn't the slightest idea.
The process soon came to an end, leaving him the size of a flea at the very tip of his mom's shoe. Suddenly the great cavern grew darker as something blocked off most of the light coming in. The shoe tilted back and he saw his mom's wiggling toes come in through the opening, rushing towards him before stopping at about a centimeter away. At his current size, that was more like a hundred feet. He must have been less than a millimeter tall.
Foot and shoe thumped back down to the floor, and in the cataclysmic tremor that followed, Jerry was sent rolling towards the towering digits, coming to a stop under their shadow. Already his mother's paw was making its presence felt throughout the shoe's stuffy atmosphere, the mixed smells of dust and yesterday's paw lotion filling his lungs with each breath he took. Her warmth was on him like a thick blanket, oppressive in its all-encompassing embrace.
Mental fog eclipsed any capacity for thought as all he could process were the signs of his mother's nearness. Not a thought crossed his mind until the shoe once more rose up, causing an upheaval that sent him flying. It tipped forward, then back, then slammed down again. When it came to a stop, Jerry had been left hanging on the fur between two of her toes—toes which outsized any living creature ever to live. Another thump was heard outside, sending him scrambling to brace for her next step. He clung to a strand of her fur, hugging it firmly as everything started to move again. He managed to hold on, but could he stay there until she got to her job? “I should have crawled out when I had the chance,” he thought to himself.
“Don't be too quick to complain” Oroziel chimed in. “Just wait until she stops walking, then you'll see what fun you can have like this.”“Is that all you have to say? Can't you do something useful for once, like teleporting me out of here?”
“If I were capable of teleportation I would have spent the night with your sister's paws and then you wouldn't be in this mess to begin with. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, why don't you? You're finally getting a chance to be close to your mother, like you always wanted. You should be grateful to me for giving you this opportunity.”“If you can't help then shut up and leave. I can't handle your bullshit right now,” Jerry said as his mother's shoe hurled forward again along with him.
“Alright, alright. I'll talk to you later, then.”
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Much later, when Samantha had finally arrived at her job as a receptionist and taken a seat behind her desk, Jerry began to relax his death-grip on that strand of fur. As the tension left his body, he fell back limply, to be caught by more of her fur. It took some time for the terror and nausea of rushing through the air at thousands of feet a second to disappear, letting him think clearly again.
He was a tiny fraction of an inch tall, basically the size of a flea, trapped inside his mother's shoe, with no way of escape until she got back home and took off her shoes. And it was all thanks to that damn demon.
“You ready to talk now?” Oroziel asked.
“Only thing I'm ready for is getting you the hell out of my head. You've pulled some shit on me before, but this really takes the cake. I swear, as soon as I get back to my normal size, I'm going to that fucking exorcist.”“Hey now, don't be so hasty. Before you do anything rash, how about you take some time to see if there isn't anything you can learn to like about this. I'll leave you alone for a while so you can do whatever you feel like doing without me looking over your shoulder. Talk to you later.”As the demon left, Jerry resolved to ignore his suggestion. He would stay put, arms crossed, extremely ticked off at Oroziel, until Samantha left for home again. That turned out to be a much more tedious proposition than he had considered, though. Within half an hour he had grown bored and began climbing up his mother's paw, crawling through the dense forest of her fur.
To think that this bizarre place was his mother's body. Pressing his hands against the floor, he thought he could detect her pulse under him. She was so mindbogglingly enormous now that he was basically a speck of dust on her foot. She was like a landscape to him; and even though he knew he shouldn't be getting aroused by a fucking landscape, here he was, doing just that.
Of course, “shouldn't” had never stopped him before. He shouldn't be attracted to his mother or sister at all. Shouldn't have tried summoning a demon. Shouldn't be aroused by his current position either. None of that mattered, because he was and he did. And, small as he was, he could finally indulge in his fantasies here. His mother would never know. But he would know, and he knew he wouldn't be able to look her in the eye again. Screw whatever Oroziel thought of him; he had standards, however messed up he was, and he meant to stick to them.
But, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his current position in other ways. Here, in the perfect privacy of her shoe, he could snuggle up to her like he wouldn't allow himself to do outside, and screw what anyone else might think of him for it.
He lay down on her foot, sprawled out on his belly, and embraced her skin, basking in her omnipresent warmth. Purring contently, he allowed his mind to empty, his sense of self dissipating until he was as though a part of her. Here he felt safe. Here he felt loved. For this he would put up with Oroziel for as long as was necessary.