Genies are real. It's a fact that few of us ever realize and the ones that do are usually found in places like asylums. But they're real. Although "Genie" isn't the official term for them (It's Djinn) that's what humanity calls them. Now many things about genies are exaggerated. They're not blue, in fact most are much like humans. They do grant wishes, but only one. And most are kind spirits that grant wishes to humans in desperate need of them. Still, as with humans some genies are troublemakers. 

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"Let's take a delve into your family Lauren. I can call you Lauren, right?" The middle aged woman who sat on the couch across from Cael nodded. For someone her age, she was striking and very much datable. Lauren had long blondish hair with tints of silver starting to show and green eyes that gleamed constantly, showing off the amount of enthusiasm she had for Life in general.

"So; family." Cael stated plainly.

"I'm divorced-" Cael's eyebrows jumped up  as his interest was sparked.

"-and I have a 16 year old son." Jackpot.  Cael smiled and leaned back in his chair. He wrapped his hands behind his head and locked his fingers. Everything about this meeting suddenly seemed to brighten up.

"Hm, a son. Is he... A bad child?" Please Cael pleaded with the universe, make her hate him.

"No" Dammit! "Andrew's... Great. I love him so much. But sometimes I'm too overprotective. I feel like I baby him too much. He never argues, never tells me I'm doing something wrong but... I don't know." Lauren sighed and fiddled with her bracelet. A gift from Andrew. "I'm sorry, I'm leading us off topic."

"No no, believe me, it's fine. Sometimes macrophilia is related to family. Did your parents ever really 'abuse' you?" Lauren shook her head.

"Hmm... Any bully's? Maybe a particularly abusive or violent one?" Lauren shook her head. Cael faked a sigh and pretended to scribble a note onto his notebook.

"It seems like it's just something your brain decided to like. Really there's no 'cure' but if you want a recommendation from me on 'getting rid' of it, just stay away from it. Block those sites on the internet. Take frequent vacations to get away from it all. Maybe even tell your son about it, get him to help. Medicine isn't the only cure after all."

"But, I know you'll probably keep thinking about it so I actually have a little 'treatment' for things like this. Request what you want, repeatedly, daily pretty much. And as time goes on and this 'wish' ,let's say, isn't granted, you lose faith in whatever it is you wished for! So, try it out now. I'll leave the room if you want."

"No, stay, you know my embarrassing secret already." 

"I wish I had a tiny man to play with, use, and abuse." 

"See? Easy!" Cael stood up quickly. "Well! I think we've covered a lot today! If you ever, ever need to talk to someone, I'm open." He closed the door on her as she walked out.

"Stupid human woman."

*** 

Lauren unlocked the door and stepped into her house. Two things instantly registeres themselves as WRONG in her mind. One was the fact the door was locked. Andrew was always home by 3 and he never left the door open. Second was the fact that Andrew didn't even say hi as soon as he heard the door opening. 

"Andrew?" Lauren walked up the stairs. "Sweetie, you home?" Something wasn't right. In fact, something felt very wrong.

She pulled out her phone and dialed her son's number. Voice mail. Something was very, very wrong. Lauren's heart rate increased slightly as she thought of all the things that could've happened to her son.

"I-I hope he's not hurt."

"Andrew!" Lauren walked into her room just to make sure he wasn't there. Unfortunately, he was. She opened the door and stood in the empty room until she spotted the tiny person that is.  Her day got tons better. Then he spoke and the word he said chilled her to the bone.

"MOM!?!?"

***

Andrew Floyd hadn't had the best day in his life. More like the WORST day of his life. After getting up for school, throwing on a pair of clothes, coming downstairs and making breakfast. He got his usual morning kiss from his over overprotective but loving mom. Andrew never complained about what she did to him and preferred to just accept the babying to make her happy. That wasn't the bad part. No the bad part started with failing a test. Then his girlfriend decided to split the relationship that day and just as he thought his day couldn't grow any crappier, it did. So now Andrew found himself in a colossal model of what seemed like his mother's bedroom.

Andrew's right eye twitched as he turned to observe the surroundings he found himself in. From what he could gather on his memory of how his mom laid her room out, he would be on top of the nightstand right next to the bed. His head craned back and he could see the two foot tall lamp towering over him. Andrew guessed the size he was and finally decided on two inches.

Two inches! The lamp was 12 times larger than he was! The lamp he could hold in one arm now weighing hundreds if not thousands of time more than he did. And that was only a small desk lamp. Andrew's breathing started to become erratic as his mind slowly went into shock. His arms shook and his hand vibrated and he started to hyperventilate. 

Then to make matters worse, the door leading to the hallway opened up. So of course Andrew turned his attention and of course his sanity was pretty much brushed out of the way for a bit when his mother stepped into the room. It just couldn't click in his mind; the fact that his 5'4 mother was now 200 feet tall. Andrew took an involuntary step backwards and tripped falling on his butt. 

The part that freaked him out the most was when her eyes locked on him. He watched this predatory smile slowly grow across her face when she focused on him. Andrew gulped and stuttered out a few words as he watched his mom's facial expression. He crawled back away from the giantess which he knew would kill him, mother or not. His hand hit a tiny slit on the cord to the lamp which stretched over the nightstand which revealed the wire and sent electricity up his arm, effectively clearing his overwhelmed mind.

"MOM!?!?" Andrew screamed as loud as he could. His mother's face instantly underwent a roulette of emotions and expressions. First it was her smile frozen in place on her face, then it switched to shock and the unbelievable possibility that her son had shrunk down to two inches tall. The next one Andrew couldn't quite guess what it was for. Her face had a horrified look that typically was seen at people who find dead bodies or something along those lines. Then she switched on over to that look mother's get when they find out something happened to their child and that 'Mommy' mode gets flipped on.

"Andrew?!" Lauren covered her mouth in shock and walked over to the night stand.

"Y-yeah."

"You-you're..."

"Small..."

Lauren watched as her only son stood on her nightstand naked and most importantly two inches tall. All her mature life she'd dreamt about finding a tiny man in her bedroom. She'd always daydream about what would happen if that dream came true. Sometimes she would argue with herself on what she should do first. Maybe fuck the living daylights out of him? Or maybe shove him in her ass? Lauren never really considered herself a foot fetishist, but the idea of dominating a tiny man with only her foot tended to get her pussy nice and moist so that was an option.

Every single one of these thoughts entered her head as soon as she saw Andrew and she smiled when he backed up in fear. But when he screamed out to her in a voice so full of terror, so full of utter shock and fear, all desire was swept away by the instinct to help her child.

"M-mom?" Andrew asked in total fear.

"Yes sweetie?" Lauren cracked a smile only mothers could produce which calmed their children 100% of the time.

"I don't wanna be small." Lauren laughed in genuine amusement.

Andrew watched as his mother smiled and kept his eyes fixed on her two rows of pearly whites. The white teeth seemed to shine as each tooth reflected the light from the fluorescent bulb which shined down from above. As his gaze was fixed on the massive chompers every other conscious thought really didn't seem important anymore except for "I hope she doesn't eat me". Andrew looked up to her eyes and saw she was waiting for a response.

"I don't wanna be small." He jumped back in fear when she laughed and the teeth spread apart. Her hot breath washed over him as she chuckled in response to his statement. Andrew cried out as her hand unconsciously dropped down right next to him and he observed each of his mother's digits. The fingers were easily taller than him and the nails looked like sharp tools of death that could split him open any second.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" Andrew hyperventilated.

"Andrew, slow breaths!" 

"My mom's huge. I'm tiny. Emma's huge, Kyle's huge, Mrs. Turner's huge... No, nononono, this is NOT happening!" 

"Honey please calm down!" Andrew turned to her with a wild look in his eyes.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? Mom! I'm two inches tall! Would YOU calm down!? Would you "accept the situation" and be happy with what life just served you!? Because from what I see, life just served me a bunch of bull-"

"Don't say it" 

"O-oh... I'm sorry mom. I'm just a little... Angry." Lauren reached out to her son before pausing a couple inches away when she saw him back away.

"Can I pick you up sweetie?" Andrew stared at the massive wall of flesh just feet away and then towards his mother's face. The prospect of sitting in his mother's hand stories above the ground terrified him but the warm look in his mom's eyes calmed him. Andrew thought about saying no, about screaming out "Get the fuck away from me!" but remembered who it was. His mom would never hurt him. That's what she always did.

"O-Ok I guess." Lauren smiled and lightly enclosed Andrew in a grip before standing up. She felt his tiny feet on her skin and shuddered in sexual excitement. For the briefest of moments she just wanted to shove her son straight into her pussy and fuck him, use him, and abuse him like the worthless inse-

"No!" She screamed out loud nearly frightening Andrew into shock again and also scaring herself. How could she be having these perverted thoughts about her own son. Lauren reached her hand out and steadied herself on the nightstand as she took a seat on her bed, legs trembling. Lauren opened her palm to reveal her two inch son once more.

"Mom? You-You're not going to hurt me... Right?" Lauren stared with a fixed gaze at Andrew. She desperately wanted to say "Don't speak to your goddess. I will do what I see fit with a worthless piece of shit like you. You aren't worthy enough to be the insole for my insole. Forever more you are not my son. You're a slave meant for your goddess' pleasure." But Lauren felt that same voice screaming out NO.

"Right mom?!" 

"Yes sweetheart. Mommy's got you. It's ok."

"Can you help me?" Lauren sighed and paused before answering. 

"Andrew... The honest answer is; I don't know. I've never seen this happen before, and I'd bet the doctors haven't either."

"Aren't you going to try?" 

"No" Lauren said with finality.

"B-b-but" Andrew stuttered.

"No."

"How am I going to go out with friends... How am I..." Andrew went speechless at the idea of remaining tiny forever.

"It's a lot to take in, I understand. But we'll make the best of it!" Lauren smiled again. "Just wait and see! I-I'll make a cute little bed for you, and some itty bitty clothes." Andrew hastily covered up his dick "And maybe we can make something good out of this." Andrew looked up at his mother's face so full of happiness it seemed and excitement at the life she was thinking above that he couldn't help but give the smallest of smiles.

"Ok mom. I-I believe you." Lauren smiled.

She didn't mention the fact that whichever way this situation turned out, either good or bad for Andrew, it would be good for her. But she knew for a fact that when this all settles down that Andrew will either be her loved son and most cherished thing on Earth, or a slave used by his goddess for her pleasure.

Either way Lauren won.

"Mom, I'm scared."

"Of what honey?" Lauren asked her two inch son as she reclined on her living room couch. She had her feet propped up on a coffee table which stood in front of the couch. Andrew reclined against his mother's curled finger, which was quite comfortable due to the skin providing a nice padding. He turned and faced his mother.

"Of everything, pretty much." Lauren sat up and set her feet on the floor, getting more serious.

"Hey, it's alright, ok? Like I said, we'll make it work out."

"Mom, how do you know that? How do you know I won't get stepped on, or eaten by a bug, or something else really terrible? How do I know you won't do something to me?" 

"Oh come on Andrew, I'm your mom for god's sake. Can't you trust me?" Lauren smiled at her tiny child but inside she was a mixture of feelings. She felt embarrassed that Andrew should be scared of her because she was having thoughts about using him. But also a sense of hurt that her own son wouldn't trust her in the first place.

"Yeah... I can." 

"Good' Lauren smiled and propped her feet back up on the table and set Andrew down on the table also. She pulled her phone out just in case any one had messaged her while she was taking care of her son and his unusual plight but something caught her sight.

Andrew felt himself being set down on the table right next to his mother's massive feet which easily towered over him. Her big toe alone was almost as tall as he was from what he could see. But it was unusual seeing her peds at a size like this and from such close proximity to boot. Poor Andrew had his gaze fixed on his mother's feet for an unknown reason. He never felt attracted to feet, never once looked at them in a sexual way but now they were almost irresistible.

"Andrew?" Lauren smiled as she saw her son flinch and turn with his cheeks burning red. He like my feet. "What's wrong?" She asked in mock ignorance. 

"Uhh, nothing. You just, uhh, surprised me that's all."

"Really?" Lauren smiled "Are you sure you weren't looking at something? Something like-"

Don't say feet, don't say feet

"-My feet?" Andrew flinched terribly telling his mother all she wanted to know.

"Do you like my feet Andrew?" He didn't answer and kept his back turned while the rest of his body sweated profusely. His cheeks, forehead and pretty much his whole face burned a bright res that could never be hidden, no matter what size. He looked down and was both surprised and disgusted to see his right hand gripping his throbbing erection. How did this turn him on? Why is his mom's feet so sexy now? But seeing his cock did give him an idea to change the subject.

"Mom, I'm still naked" Andrew told her in the most stable voice he could managed. He released his grip from his penis and slowly moved his hand to the side, a movement not missed by his perceptive mother.

"I know honey. I know." Lauren smiled as soon as she saw Andrew move his hand. She knew the game he was trying to play, changing the subject suddenly, trying to make her uncomfortable.

"But you refuse to answer me. Do you like my feet?"

"Yes" he whispered almost inaudibly to himself.

"Speak up Andrew, I can't hear you. And turn for me while you're at it."

"No" 

"What was that?" Lauren frowned thinking she heard wrong. Did he just say no to her?

"No Mom, I'm not turning around?"

"Why not?" 

"Because I don't want to. That's why."

"Is it because you don't want me seeing your little tallywhacker? Andrew, when you were a baby, I saw that thing multiple times a day."

"Yeah, but I'm sixteen now!" 

"Andrew jus turn around" Lauren sighed in fake impatience.

"No!" Without warning, Lauren's hand shot out and she pinched Andrew lightly between her pointer finger and thumb before turning him. As expected he had a raging hard on.

"So my feet are pretty after all!" Lauren grinned in success as her son hastily covered his swollen cock.

"Bah, stop it Andrew, I'll be seeing that a lot more these days so might as well start now."

"But what about clothes?"

"It'll take a while to make some and by the time they get here, we'll be used to it." Lauren waved the idea off.

"Oh" Andrew's face burned as he looked down at the ground so he wouldn't have to face his mother. None of this felt right but in a weird sort of way he kind of liked it. Attraction to feet, liking to be naked in front of his mom? What was wrong?

"So as I said, my feet are pretty!" Lauren smiled down at Andrew. It was so adorable seeing him dwarfed by her relatively small feet yet she felt turned on. Her pussy was growing wet as she watched.

I could stuff him in me! No! Not ever! Not unless... 

Lauren gasped at the idea but was quickly distracted with Andrew trying to get her attention.

"So what now Mom. I'm naked and you're fine with it. I have a strange attraction to your feet and to top it all off you look like A sweating grease monkey. Am I missing something here?"

"No honey, mommy's just thinking about something. Something good... " Lauren quickly wiped her forehead and turned her attention back to Andrew. "So you do like my feet! I bet they just look irrrresistible, huh?" Andrew started sweating. Lauren grinned and started wiggling her toes in an attempt to gain his full attention, at least to her foot. Andrew turned and looked at the wiggling digits. They were just too damn attractive to resist and they totally captured Andrew's attention.

Lauren giggled and brought her other foot around behind Andrew. She stuck her big toe out and very lightly brought it up Andrew's back.

"Would you like to touch them? They need a massage come to think of it. I think you fit the bill honey." Andrew shivered as the massive digit ran itself along his back and he almost turned and grabbed the toe. His libido was off the charts and his sexual instinct was skyrocketing like it never had. Of course, he wasn't the only one aroused. Lauren almost started fingering herself. She had her hands right next to her lips but pulled them back out of restraint. If Andrew didn't get pleasure, neither would she. For now that is.

"So what is it sweetheart? Wanna massage mommy's feet?" Andrew out of sheer sexual instinct, nodded.

"Really?! Great!" Lauren propped both her feet up right next to Andrew shaking the table and snapping Andrew out of his foot induced trance.

"Wait what?"

"You're massaging my feet remember hon?" Andrew frowned but slowly nodded.

"I-I guess so' He replied not remembering replying but the moment was too much to pass up.

"Great Andrew! I love you so much! Here, to show I care so much" Lauren plucked Andrew off the table and kissed him face first. She really did appreciate what he was about to do but she wanted a taste of that hard little cock he had. Her face blushed red slightly out of embarrassment but also out of attraction.

"Right foot. Start on the right" Lauren instructed. "No, my right!"

"Geez, hard enough I have to do this but now you're being specific on which foot?" Andrew shouted.

"Just hop to it short stuff" Lauren sighed and sat back with her arms crossed. Andrew slowly approached the towering sole of his mother's right foot. At about 6 feet to him but two inches tall to everybody else, the foot was about 5 times larger than his entire body. It scared him being right under the colossal sole but this he wanted to do. It was something that needed to be don.

Andrew placed his hands on the tender skin. His mother had soft feet, that's for sure. He pushed inwards on the skin which of course met with resistance. It was hard doing something like this at the size of a big toe. Lauren on the other hand enjoyed the thrilling sensation of having her miniscule child willingly giving her a foot massage while actually being smaller than the foot. Her hand slowly moved its way down her stomach into her panties then to her lips. She traced her vagina with a finger while Andrew worked on her foot.

"Put your shoulder into it honey!" Andrew sighed and leaned sideways throwing his shoulder into the ball of her foot. "Oh! Yeah, right there Andrew!" Lauren sighed in both actual physical relief and sexual excitement. She slowly stuck her finger into her soaked lips as Andrew continued working. 

Andrew watched the foot and gazed down at his crotch knowing what would meet him. His dick was stuck out in full salute and it wasn't going down any time soon. As long his mother's feet were so close, then he wouldn't stop feeling excited. Maybe she was doing this on purpose? Andrew shook his head and jabbed his elbow into his mother's sole. Before he knew it, he was pinned underneath her big toe with only his head and arms sticking out. How he got that far up, he would never know.

Yes, got him! Lauren watched as her son struggled underneath her big toe without accomplishing anything. It was just too much for little ol him. Her toe was just too strong! Lauren jabbed her fingers in her pussy and fingered herself right there on the couch.

Andrew shouted and struggled to lift the toe off of his body but, to his humiliation, it proved too much for him to move. If only everybody could see, Andrew Lamarre overwhelmed by his own mother's toe. To make things 'worse' the more he struggles the more his cock was agitated by his mother's toe and the more excited he came. Lauren fingered herself viciously and Andrew just gave up on escaping. He focused on one thing only at that point. Satisfaction.

Andrew gripped the toe and, basically to the point, humped the fuck out of it. He bucked his hips as best he could under the huge digit and stabbed the skin with his cock, trying to make it go as deep as it could. Unknowingly he was sexually exciting his mother by doing so and she was fingering herself. By coincidence they both came at the same time and released their tension.

"Andrew, thank you." Lauren smiled as she lifted her foot of her son. She reached down and picked him up gently. As soon as she brought him up to her face he looked up at her and smiled.

"No mom, thank you."

"Now what to do with you?" Lauren mused as she cast a loving gaze on her son. Andrew blushed and shuffled his feet as his mom's eyes looked over his whole body. It wasn't so much embarrassing to be naked in front of her; it was the fact that she was already trying to make the most of the situation.

"I just go along with what you want, I guess" Andrew mumbled out.

"So what if I want something more... Extreme from you hmm?" Lauren giggled.

"Then I just... Go along with it." Andrew said resolutely as he smiled up at Lauren's massive face. She was pretty he thought absentmindedly and didn't even feel any regret about it. She really was.

"Good answer kiddo" Lauren laughed as she stood up. She rested her feet on the cool wooden floor but couldn't help and notice something wet on her big toe. She knew what it was. Lauren lifted her foot and quickly brought her hand down, wiping Andrew's cum off of her big toe and bringing the finger up to her face.

"You made a mess on mommy's foot" Lauren stated.

"I couldn't help myself..."

"I know you couldn't. Mommy's foot is just that attractive huh?"

"I think it is"

"Oh you get off just by the sight of my toes"

"Hey! It didn't help that you were pushing on my... My..." Andrew couldn't bring himself to say the word in front of her.

"Your itty bitty cock?" Lauren suggested.

"That's one way to put it." Andrew chuckled, surprised his mom would fill in the blanks on such a sentence like that.

"I know a whole lot more than you about stuff like 'that' Andrew." Lauren laughed as she stopped in her room. She set Andrew down on the bed and reached her arms up and crossed them. She pulled up on the shirt as it slowly slid off. Andrew watched his mother undress with teasing slowness and started to sport another erection. He watched her ample breasts pop out from underneath the shirt almost like they were set on springs.

"Mom?"

"Yes?" Lauren turned and smiled knowing full well what she was doing.

"You're... Um" Andrew gulped "you're really pretty. I-I just wanted you to know."

"Why thanks honey, I try my best. Makeup and clothes and the like." She pulled her jeans off. Andrew watched intently as the pants fell away and left his mother in a pair of black panties and a black bra. He gripped his cock tightly as it grew in response to Lauren's sexual tease play. It ticked in his hands with every heartbeat. Andrew's mouth dried up and he started sweating as his mother stood still in front of him.

"Well?" Lauren turned.

"Wow..."

"Wow what?"

"Wow you're... You..." 

"Yes?" She crossed her arms, pretending to be impatient.

"I really don't know another way to put this but... Mom, you're hot." 

"Really? How hot? Hotter than... Emma?" 

"Definitely!" Andrew piped up, caught up in the sexuality of the moment.

"Hotter than whoever's the hottest girl at school?"

"Yes, you're hotter!" Andrew replied!

"Aww, thanks honey!"

"You're welcome!" 

Lauren smiled and slipped out of her panties just to further tease her miniscule son who right now was in a sort of sexual stupor. She looked down at her wet crotch and her bush then to Andrew who's eyes were fixed on the holy sight before him. He was in a trance, visualizing the pussy as a sacrificial altar almost. He wanted to give himself up to it at the moment.

"Something wrong?" Lauren snapped Andrew out of his trance.

"No, I'm just, um, not used to this."

"Have you ever done it before?" Andrew shook his head.

"Oh goody! This should be fun!" Lauren found it odd for a second, but she was excited to take her son's virginity from him. Like she was making Andrew all hers forever. Lauren smiled at the thought then looked at the tiny figure who looked back up.

"Let's get started then." She gave a predatory smile and tried her best to appear sexy. It had been so long since she'd had sex and this was something that she needed, Andrew's needs were secondary to her own. She got on all fours on top of the bed, looming over Andrew. He stumbled back as Lauren moved forward over him, her colossal breasts bouncing slightly while she adjusted position. 

Andrew's breath left him when his mother got onto the bed. She clearly was much, much, much larger than him and her intention was painfully yet excitingly clear to him. There was no argument with what she wanted. He smiled. It seems we both are too in the moment for rash actions.

Andrew responded by stroking his cock right under his mom's and looking up at her with a teasing smile, all the while he swayed his hips.

"Just for that little boy, mommy will make sure you get an extra long ride." Lauren sat back on her rear and spread her legs, displaying her pussy for Andrew. He wasn't in a trance this time but the sight was still golden for him. It was his first ever seen and he felt glad it was his mother's. She would be the one to take care of him and he felt the need to do this for her.

"You won't hurt me, right?"

"When did I ever say that?"

"Never. I was just thinking since you're so big and I'm so small-"

"I get it. Yes, I promise I won't hurt you" Lauren practically moaned, caught up in the moment as she rubbed her pussy lips. The surface was shiny as her juices leaked out and Andrew could smell the feminine scent from quite a distance. To his left and right, walls of flesh rose up blocking him in and directly in front of him lay his mother's sacred area. Theoretically he could turn around and walk away but that was without all the other factors grown in. He didn't think his mom would let him.

"Honey I know it looks scary but I need you to be brave" Lauren moaned barely in control and surprised she hadn't just thrust him in.

"You're just big..." 

"I'll be careful. Just hit my clit if you're in trouble"

"You're what?" Lauren sighed.

"When you feel like you're in danger, hit my skin and I'll get you out."

"Oh... Ok. I'm going" Andrew walked forward to the waiting pussy and swallowed almost scared. Almost sane he thought to himself realizing how odd all this was. But it didn't really matter in the long run did it? Who would know about this? Nobody. He watched his mother's massive hand come down and split the lips for him to further ease the process. Since it was his first time he felt scared, and since this wasn't conventional the fear only increased. He stopped right outside the open cavern.

"In we go" he sighed and held his breath as he got in.