16. A Taste by V11
I
knew now exactly what those fearless men who had built the first
skyscrapers felt like. The wind whistled around me, battering my face
like a gale. Far below me vast distances were laid out. Strangely, to
my tiny eyes everything seemed pinched into a distortion with myself
as the focal point.
I
wasn't building a skyscraper. An early 20th century city did not
stretch out below me. I was gripped from chest to thighs between the
mercilessly hard fingernails of a gigantic, feminine index finger and
thumb. My grand view was only of my own mother's body curled up on
her couch, in front of a coffee table in average living room in an
average home.
The
giant face loomed in front of me, huge in comparison to my form. It
was like some stony precipice that I might skim harmlessly past were
I ever to hang-glide in a place like the Andes. My muscles ached from
so much adrenaline released into my body over the last couple of
hours. The identity of this oil-shined and leering behemoth had
deeply wounded my psyche. Everything about this was fundamentally
wrong. I shouldn't be like this and to be subjected to her, of all
people, at this scale was awful. My situation seriously threatened my
sanity.
Completely
gone from her expression was any semblance of care for my well-being.
I had become in a flash of unnatural light less than human to her. My
mother wore a contented smirk. She turned the hand pinching me
slightly as she looked me over. A small smile formed as she watched
me push on her thumbnail with both of my fists.
“I
just wanted you to take me to dinner.” Her voice thundered against
me, it's power almost stinging my skin. Her other vast hand rose up
to float between us and her littlest finger unfolded to threaten my
upper body. It's long nail effortlessly pushed past my tiny warding
arms and touched my chest.
“I
never expected that you would give me an opportunity like this to
become a goddess! This really is the perfect day for it though, isn't
it? And just who is my one tiny worshiper to witness my newfound
divinity- my teeny tiny son!” The cold keratin shield pressed
against my tiny face affectionately, bending me dangerously
backwards. “This couldn't be any better! Steve, this Mother's Day
will never be outdone!”
The
finger retreated as she grinned at me. Everything pitched wildly as
the fingers holding me dropped away from her face. I cried out as my
tiny bones and musculature were subjected to intense G forces while
caught fast in her monstrous biological vice. The ridged flesh of her
palm rushed towards me and I was harshly decelerated before being
laid down upon it. I could no nothing more than groan as I pulled my
arms and legs tightly to me like a dying spider.
“Mmm.
This calls for more delicious bubbly.”
The
giant smiling face disappeared as she leaned forward, reaching for
her wine glass. One vast, cloth-clad breast lowered over me,
eclipsing the entire view beyond her upturned hand. It brought with
it the smell of garment soap and that unmistakable but indescribable
scent of her skin, her body. As I drew in breath to cry out the
looming spectacle pulled away again to a safe distance as the wine
glass sailed past in the sky above me.
The
goddess took a long sip of her champagne, ignoring me for the moment.
The immense fingers of the palm I lay in instinctively relaxed,
curling over me a bit more. I was free of her gaze for only a moment.
She finished with a satisfied swallow and smiled down onto me once
again. I felt the awful dread of her inescapable attention fill me
anew.
“I
think that my tiny masseuse should partake in the festivities, don't
you, Steve? It's really good champagne! I don't want to be the only
one here with a buzz. I'm not sure that I have an eyedropper in the
house, but I have an idea. Let me finish this and I'll get some more
for both of us.”
She
drained most of the glass and then her vast chest was bearing down on
me once again as she leaned forward. The colossal fingers curled
tighter over me and I could hear her pouring more champagne for
herself.
“Oh,
I think that this will work nicely. Like feeding a baby bird.”
The
goddess chuckled and her laugh transformed into something almost like
a clap of thunder. The couch groaned in protest as her vast breasts
receded. The hand that held me rose upward until it became a rolling,
fleshy stage laid out just beneath of her monstrous face. Her eyes
were shining excitedly and I wanted nothing more than to be big again
and run far, far away from here.
A
giant finger glided up from below and it’s fingertip lowered over
me. A huge drop of champagne clung to the top of her bowed
fingernail's tip. “It won't take much to get you hammered at this
size, will it? You're such a cheap date, aren't you? Well, bottom's
up!” I was wide-eyed and I felt the color drain from my cheeks as
the shadow of her digit slid across me. I tried to push myself
backwards across her seamed skin to avoid the guillotine-like monster
bearing down on me. She was grinning as her fingernail came on and it
barely touched my face.
“Boop!”
she whispered.
The
swirling, bubble filled orb of champagne slid from her nail and it
attached itself to the side of my head and neck. It was very heavy
and strangely thick, bound together tightly by it's own surface
tension. But mostly it was ice cold and it tickled fiercely as the
effervescing gases within it raced across my exposed skin. I
flinched, very startled by it. I was dragged backwards by it's weight
and found myself plastered to her skin. The fizzing hiss became muted
as the droplet spread, enveloping my face. I tried to pull away, but
the surface tension made things difficult. The very real possibility
of inhaling this viscous blob caused me to begin thrashing in panic.
I could hear a grotesque, locomotive-like roar from beyond the
silvery mask covering my head. The goddess was laughing from her
belly at the sight of me.
A
dark shadow confronted me and I was forced still, crushed against the
skin of her palm. A ridged column pressed against all of my body at
once, forcing my tightly withheld breath from me. As it withdrew I
inhaled a mouthful of champagne. I could hear her laughing and the
huge finger crushed me once again as it dabbed away the hissing,
popping liquid from me. The digit pulled away, hovering like a drowsy
dinosaur's head and neck next to me as I was deafened with another
thunderclap of laughter. I coughed, sputtering and then a belch
ripped painfully out of the depths of my stomach.
“I'm
sorry to laugh, Steve, but you're just so pitiful at this size! Well,
I don't suppose that you want any more of my champagne, do you?”
My
mother's cheeks were as flushed as my own as she looked down on me.
Her expression became gentle for a moment as her monstrous finger
straightened in the air overhead. The digit lowered and slid across
me in a gentle petting motion. The ridges of her dense flesh scrubbed
against my naked skin.
“Oh,
I know what you'd like instead of more champagne. I've got in mind
something a bit more potent than just that. Well, now that we're both
a bit more loosened up, I don't see why you can't finally
experience... a little bit more... of me.”
The
hand hovering next to her palm retreated from me and she leaned
forward again. I must have been quickly becoming drunk on my belly
full of champagne because I was fine this time with the massive cloth
covered hill that hovered threateningly above me. My mother was doing
something on the coffee table, the couch protested as she leaned even
closer to it for a moment.
“Oh,
Steve, I think you're going to like this a lot! This is especially
choice.” She leaned back, champagne glass in hand. Curiously, I
noticed that as she drank it she held her index finger
uncharacteristically away from the glass. She was smiling at me
excitedly, almost mockingly, as if she withheld a joke that was about
to be told at my expense, “Well, this alcohol is really going to my
head! I've got to slow down. It isn't long now until I have to get
ready for bed. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow, you
know. It's too bad that I won't be able to show off my painted
toenails to the girls on my ward. You did such a good job on them.”
I
was brought back up to her vast face and she looked me over, her
nostrils blasting sweet champagne scented currents of spent breath
across her palm. My mother smiled sweetly as her other hand glided up
to hover over her palm. “Well, this is just a taste of me, Steve.
Keep pleasing me and I'll keep rewarding you. It's really that
simple.”
The
index finger pitched down and a stench mingled with flowers wafted
off of it. “I got this fresh, just for you, my little slipper
sniffer. From right between my sexy toes. Now, smell your goddess.”
The
digit lowered onto my shrieking, struggling form, crushing me into
the fleshy landscape of her palm. “Ah, that's it! You like that,
don't you?” she whispered seductively to me. The ridges slid across
my delicate skin, leaving behind a sticky, salty substance that clung
to me like warmed lard.
As
the fingertip pulled away I vomited. I was blinded, my eyes felt as
if they were being seared by chemicals. My lungs rebelled from any
intake of air until finally instinct forced me to breathe through the
stench. I shook, writhing like an injured insect as I flung tears,
saliva and snot across the living, ever shifting ground. She had
rendered me completely helpless with a single stroking touch of her
filth covered fingertip.
Something
slammed me to her hot skin and then I felt the cold, hard edge of a
fingernail play with my cock. I wanted to weep, but my own labored,
retching breathing took precedence. My hips were scraped by her
closing, gently pinching fingernails. It felt like yard gates being
used like blacksmith's tongs on my body. They closed slowly, my
flaccid member was caught between them and they tugged before
discarding it.
“Hmm.
You aren't reacting at all like I thought you would. I was hoping
that this would also make you hard. I thought for sure that the smell
of my feet would do it for you. I guess it's just the sight of my
pretty fingers, hmm?”
My
tiny penis was caught and slowly tugged, sliding through the edges of
her enormous fingernails, and again. She was coaxing my cock, trying
to firm it up.
“You
know- you're so tiny, Steve, and there is only one of you. Hmm. Not
like that picture at all. There were, what? Six little people working
on one foot in that magazine article? Well, who said that my massage
had to be with tiny hands, Steve? My present doesn't need to play out
just like the magazine. Even though you're the artist, I hope you
know that I like being creative just as much as you do. I think that
entire
little body of yours could be put to good use. My feet are really
soft, you know-
maybe you’ll
also like the
skin of my soles?
We can try that. See if
we can make that teeny-tiny cock hard again. Goodness,
look at you struggle. It certainly looks like I might have rubbed
some of my sweat into your eyes. I'm sorry, Steve. You have to
understand, you're just so little.”
I
tried to roll over in a desperate, instinctive bid to escape her. I
could not open my eyes due to the pain. Giant, smooth nails backed by
the unyielding flesh of her fingertips carefully pressed in against
me from either side of my quivering body. My arms were crushed into
my own ribs as a merciless pressure overwhelmed my torso. My tiny
legs swung uselessly as the goddess lifted me free of her palm into
the sky like a captured bug.
17. Tucked In by V11
I
found myself in a familiar position once again, my delicate torso
wedged between two hard and blunt objects. I fought to open my wet,
stinging eyes that were heavily tearing of their own accord. For an
instant I caught a horrifying glimpse of my mother before I had to
clamp them shut once again, I was being held up in front of her
monstrous mouth and the underside of her nose.
There
was a quick, whistling roar directly in front of me. The air was
violently pulled past me and it was so strong that my hair was blown
upward. I realized that my mother was sniffing my tiny body! I forced
my eyes open and grimaced in awe at the twin caves of her nostrils
hanging above me. The blood drained from my face as I realized
that the way she was holding me- Oh god! Was she going to insert my
tiny body up into one of her gigantic nostrils? The huge nostrils
both flared simultaneously. There was another roaring wind tearing at
me, followed rapidly by a second as she sniffed me.
The
vast lips stirred and then the colossal goddess spoke. Her voice
deafened me as the thick sound waves of her words vibrated my skin.
“You should be quite happy, you smell as bad as my slipper now!”
I
grew lightheaded as the exhaled cloud of alcohol vapor surrounded me.
The end of my mother's unreal nose came even closer as I was slightly
raised.
“Oh
god- Please mom! Please don't put me in there! Don’t put me in one-
oh fuck- in one of your nostrils!”
I
caught a glimpse in that moment of the inside of one of her nostrils.
Little hairs were faintly visible lining the walls of flesh in the
twilight. I could not help but to see in my mind the vision of my
shivering, naked form being thrust up into this tunnel of pale skin.
Being delicately tamped against the faintly sticky wall by one of her
cruel fingernail's tips as the wiry hairs yielded against my skin.
Wind whipped past me again, drawn into up her nose and my hoarse
screams being completely lost in the overwhelming sound. But, that
was not to be. I was taken away from her lower face as she smiled.
“Well,
smelly little doll, you are much too tiny to give me a traditional
massage. Mommy just wouldn't feel your tiny hands at all. I don't
know how they do it at those shrink spas. But I'll wager that I could
feel your entire body. So, let's get you acquainted with a couple of
my toes while I finish this glass, alright?”
Despite
the pain I kept my eyes open. My destination was clear, I was lowered
over one enormous bare foot that lay waiting for me against the edge
of the coffee table. The mighty fingers gently laid me down just
above her smallest toe on the top of her foot. My mother's colossal
hand withdrew halfway up her shin and it floated there while from the
summit of the couch she looked me over with a satisfied smile.
“Aww,
don't you look cute down there! You're almost the same size as my
littlest toe! I want to see you right next to it. That would be so
cute! I bet that a nice snuggle from my toes will cheer you up,
Steve. Who knows, it might even harden up that tiny toy between your
legs.”
My
mountainous mother took a sip from her glass. She looked at me
sidelong as she tipped back her drink, her other hand plummeting back
down to hover over me.
“Please
don't! I don't want to go there! I don't want to-” The skin beneath
of me heaved like an ocean in a storm as her giant tendons flexed,
making the row of plump, long toes spread widely.
Her
finger unfolded and lowered, sweeping in at me. I scrambled to my
feet and desperately intercepted her index fingertip like a wrestler.
I bellowed as I threw my entire body against her intruding appendage.
I heard her giggle as her finger merely lifted free of my grasp and
then effortlessly pinned my fragile form. As the finger released me
her huge thumb dropped down on my other side. Her cruel nails
surrounded my torso and then she casually pinched up my limp, panting
form.
My
pitiful screams made no difference as my tiny, naked body was
effortlessly tucked between her littlest toe and fourth toe. As I
struggled to heave myself back up and out of this terrible place she
leaned down over me, bringing her smug face even closer.
“Aww,
look at you next to my toe! Let's get all of that naked little body
of yours nicely situated against me.”
Her
finger was back and her bright, enthusiastic eyes guided her
fingernail as it nudged each of my tiny arms, carefully wedging them
down into the hot and wet crevice.
“There
now, that's better, isn't it? You are all safe and warm now,
surrounded by your very own goddess.”
Suddenly,
the entire row of huge toes began to curl, including the cow-sized
little toe that was pressed against me. I could feel the huge muscles
in it flex and expand beneath the dense skin. One of my tiny legs
became surrounded in her toe flesh, trapped in a bit of the closing
crease at the base of the digit's pad. The breath was forced from my
lungs as I was pulled downward further into the wet crevice by my
leg. The goddess laughed from her belly as her giant, sour smelling
toes lightly squeezed my entire body.
“Mmm,
I like that, Steve, though you do feel a bit more like a piece of
boiled macaroni than a person!” Her laughter transformed into
thunder and I wept as her slimy flesh enclosed me up to my head.
The
smiling face in the sky blew me a kiss as my world was suddenly in
sickening motion. Her nearly endless leg straightened and there was a
deep thud which rattled my bones. She had placed the heel of her foot
onto the coffee table. The couch creaked as the cruel goddess leaned
back into the cushions, champagne glass in hand.
“You're
a warm little lump, that's for sure. Oh, this really is divine!”
The
giantess swished a mouthful of her drink across her tongue as she
sighed. Her other leg folded and it's gigantic foot raised up with a
flash of pink pastel varnish. She rested the beautiful, meaty foot
onto her horizontal shin, her giant toes splaying out across it. They
slid towards me as I wiggled helplessly. It was a tsunami of bulbous,
smelly flesh threatening to overtake and asphyxiate me.
“Are
you peeking at Mommy from between my toes? Oh, look at that teeny
tiny face! That's very cute! I want to touch it.”
Her
monstrous toes slid up her veined instep and they slowed as they cut
off my view of her. I began to shout as the row of hulking digits
towered over my trapped face like a line of surreal bulldozers. The
foot slowly twisted, adjusting it's aim as the toes slid ever closer.
I realized which toe she had chosen to violate my pitiful head with-
her monstrous big toe!
“Oh
god, no! Stop this! Don't even think about it! You're going to rip my
head off!”
The
long, robustly built big toe lifted, looming over me. I was
hysterically shrieking and the goddess paused, smiling, She had
actually heard my panicked squeaks.
“It's
going to be alright, Steve. I know that I have to be careful now,
obviously. I wouldn't want to accidentally pop your adorable little
head. I'll be so gentle with you.” The plump behemoth lowered as I
screamed. “So gentle.”
Peering
up out of the crevice, the monstrous pad of her big toe looked like a
small dirigible made of ridged skin. It fell onto me in a slow,
graceful motion as I babbled. My tiny trapped skull was delicately
smothered beneath the bulging flesh.
“There
it is!” the giantess sang cheerfully.
The
hot, curved flesh of her mighty big toe swirled over me, feeling the
tiny protrusion of my skull with soft strokes across it. My lips were
peeled back and my nose threatened to break as it was smashed and
bent. I prayed silently that she would not try to touch or stroke my
head with the stout overhang of long toenail that her big toe
sported. I would be brutally decapitated before she would even
realize it.
“Such
a tiny head. It's the size of a little seed, isn't it? Mmm, just the
thought of what this actually is- Oh my!”
The
ridges of her toe print were like fossilized ripples pulled across my
tender features. As her plump toe lifted away I was moaning in
anguish, my face now stinging from a light friction burn and coated
in a smelly, pasty funk.
“I
think we should finally establish once and for all that you have a
thing for my feet, Steve. Wait, why is that- Why is this flashing?”
My mother reached down past me and retrieved the size changing
device. She looked at it's screen curiously, “Time allotment
finished. Account closed. Error- Hmm. Oh- it went back to that! An
Error? It's been flashing an error code since I used it last? I
didn't even see! I hope I didn't mess you up somehow by fiddling with
it to shrink you again, Steve. It looks like it's saying that it
cannot unshrink you. Something about server parameters. Oh, that's
just so stupid and cryptic. What a minute- What did it mean by 'time
allotment' and ‘account’? You didn't purchase this at all, did
you? You rented it!!? Oh, Steve! No wonder you were waving your tiny
arms so much earlier, you had a time limit, didn't you?”
The
air shook as my colossal mother laughed.
“I
should have known, I thought it was so strange that a failure like
you would be able to afford such a device. Well, Steve, it looks like
you'll be staying here with me tonight. You get to keep being my
dolly. That suits me just fine. I think I can stay up for, oh,
another hour or so before I need to get ready for bed. Now then...”
My
mother leaned forward as one of her gigantic hands raced through the
air. I was buffeted with a high wind as it then slowed above me and
hovered over the foot which imprisoned me. She smiled as a huge index
finger lowered from it. The pad of her monstrous fingertip dabbed
gently at my tiny trapped head. I pressed my cheek as hard as I could
into the fleshy crevice trapping me, desperately trying to shield my
skull from being accidentally crushed by her caresses.
“Julie
wants to play with you some more.”
18. Treating Herself by V11
Both
of my mother's hands had converged around the crevice of smelly toe
flesh that held me like a scrap of lint. A colossal thumb and index
finger dwarfed her little toe as they pinched it between them. The
digit was pried away from my body and I dropped, landing in her other
hand. I felt like I had been punched in the chest as the cupped palm
suddenly lifted away, rocketing upward at a dizzying speed. In a
flash I found myself once again subjected to the fearsome enormity of
my mother's smirking, alcohol flushed face.
“There
is my tiny toe lover!” the vast mouth thundered down on me.
I
cautiously rolled over and managed to crouch despite the slight but
constant fluctuation of her giant upturned hand. I held out my arms
pleading with my mother's countenance to not only try to hear my tiny
voice, but to listen to my words.
“Please
mother! Please! I don't have a foot fetish! This has all been a
horrible misunder-”
“You
are just such a tiny cutie, aren't you?” I was deafened as a giggle
rolled over me, the powerful sound waves causing my chest to ache.
Her other hand floated up from beyond the edge of the palm I stood
upon, blotting out half of her face.
“Oh,
just look at those tiny arms!” The pleasant looking thumb and index
finger unfolded and loomed over her palm as I backed away.
Despite
my attempt to evade her, my right arm was deftly caught between her
carefully pinching fingernails. I desperately tugged, trying to free
my limb as the huge face marveled at my tiny movements. My arm was
suddenly released and the goddess grinned as I tumbled onto my ass. I
shot up onto my feet and shouted angrily up at her, “Stop it! Stop
treating me like this! I am your son, not some kind of a toy for-”
The
pretty fingertips reached out again, like a pair of hunting killer
whales bearing down on a trapped seal. I was powerless against things
so enormous. Her aim was either imprecise or she did not care. My
other arm and my head were both delicately clasped between the hard,
smooth, shovel-like nail tips. I was yanked off of my feet and my
tiny legs skidded across the seamed skin as I choked out a screech.
“Your
arms are like little wires, Steve! Like little bug legs!” she
slurred. I was dropped carelessly back to her palm. I gasped and
began coughing, tears filling my eyes as I clutched my neck.
Something
had happened in my mother's mind when I shrank myself. It was as if
she were convinced that I had brought her a toy to play with and that
I was really somewhere else, perhaps merely in the kitchen eating a
meal. It wasn't me in her palm. It wasn't me in front of her face.
Some strange temptation that I could not even begin to understand was
simply too strong for her to overcome. The tiny, delicate thing that
she tormented wasn't quite her son, not anymore. I didn't really know
this woman at all.
I
could no longer stand to look into my mother's cheerful, towering
face. I curled into a ball as her bright, delighted eyes watched me.
A giant index finger intruded, lowering from above. It touched down
onto the palm, lightly resting the tip of it's fingernail against her
seamed flesh. If I had been standing, it's nail would have been
nearly as tall as me.
“Please
don't,” my voice was too hoarse from yelling, I realized, she
wouldn't hear my warning. “You're going to break something, going
to crush me.”
“You're
just such a vulnerable little thing. So wonderfully delicate.”
I
was sent tumbling across the seamed bulges by a little nudge of the
long nail. I watched her smile right before the pad of her fingertip
dominated my aching form beneath of it.
“Actions
always speak louder than words, don't they, Steve? Take for instance
your actions. You wouldn't even be here right now if I had only
listened to your silly denials. So now you and I are going to fulfill
some wishes. Some wonderful and very, very nasty little wishes.”
The
finger retreated and I watched in horror as my mother seductively
touched the tip of her tongue to the pad of that hand's smallest
fingertip.
“Please
don't! Don't touch me with that! Don't you dare- Oh God, no!” The
glistening fingertip lowered onto me as I kicked and fought. My
mother cooed with a smile as my lower body became crushed against the
skin of her palm. The tip of her little finger stroked across my
crotch and legs, leaving behind her hot and viscous saliva. I could
not help myself, the sensation of my member being entirely enclosed
in litres of dense, almost steaming slime was too much. I felt myself
hardening immediately.
“There,
isn't that nice? You're going to need some lubrication, Steve. Or
maybe I should say some paint on your brush? Oh, I like that! Now,
let's make some art- for Mother's Day.”
An
index finger and thumb lowered and closed on my torso. With a hoarse
cry I was plucked from her palm.
As
I hung in the air over her lap and just beyond her enormous breasts,
my mother carelessly pushed down
her skirt exposing her white panties. She
lifted free her feet from the skirt and then kicked it away from the
couch. She
placed her right foot, sole up, onto her left thigh.
“I
wish there were nine more of you, Steve. One for each of Mommy's
pretty toes.”
Her
long toes flexed as I was lowered over the immense, powerful looking
foot. She pressed my naked body into the middle of her wrinkly sole.
I was slowly dragged across the sole of her foot. The sour skin
alternated from a hard, hot canvass of ridged landscape to a rippling
field of tightly packed bulges at the whim of her scrunching toes.
“Mmm.
This is wonderful! Are you enjoying yourself, Steve?”
She
slid me across her sole for a bit longer before carefully inserting
my head and shoulders between her smallest toe and it's neighbor.
“This
little body of yours fits in all sorts of places, doesn't it? I just
have to move very carefully and be as cautious as possible.”
I
groaned as my face was harshly distorted by the slightly sticky toe
flesh. She moved on, slowly probing the rank, vinegary crevices
between each of her smaller toes with my upper body. Tears flowed
freely from my burning eyes and I was nearly blind from the foul
sweat rubbed into my face. I realized that I hovered just in front of
her second toe and it's mighty neighbor, her big toe.
“Thank
you, sweetie. You've made me so happy! This is the best Mother's Day
ever!”
The
flawless toes spread wide for a moment before they carefully reached
out towards me and closed on my entire upper body. The giantess
purred as I struggled in vain, my tiny head delicately gripped
between their vast, plump forms.
“I
suppose that you should be allowed some happiness too, right? I can
be so selfish!”
The
upper half of my body was released by the giant toes and I surged
forward at them. I was caressed against the hot pad of her second
toe. She was handling me like I was really a bit of cotton wool being
used to clean away some dirt from her skin. The tipsy giantess cooed
musically above me in the sky as the saliva covering my crotch was
spread across the tangy ridges of the dense pillar's bulbous pad.
“I
think, oh, I think I can feel it!” My tiny cock was swirled in a
circle, pressed between the bulging enormity of my mother's
impossible anatomy and my own stomach. “Yes, that's it. You love my
pretty toes, don't you? Isn't this nice, Steve?”
My
horror had been pushed aside as pleasure also came to the fore and
competed with it for my attention. The ridges of her toe print were
transformed by her saliva into a much less harsh field of texture. As
I was dragged across her skin the pleasure mounted quickly. The front
of my body was entirely coated in the warm, smelly slime.
It
wasn't long before my faint, sparse protests gave way to panting. The
enormous being had a peaceful, satisfied expression on her distant
face as her huge digits delicately swirled and caressed my front
against her toe.
“I'm
your goddess right now, aren't I, Steve? Hmm? That's correct. I'm
your all-knowing, all-powerful goddess. Well then, I hereby decree
that you should cum for me, my little bug. Do it! Cum on giant
Julie's toes!”
Her
other hand came in close to the one that held me and it rotated palm
up as it's little finger unfolded. It was only moments later that I
exploded, the ropey ejaculate splattered across the maze of toe
ridges as I shuddered. Above me a thunderous laugh rolled across the
room's sky as I was quickly pulled away from her second toe. Her
little finger lifted up beneath of me, my tiny legs were driven apart
and made to straddle the pad of it as I continued to gush outward
onto a bit of her fingerprint.
“Oh,
look at you go! You've been such a good dolly for Julie, haven't
you?”
Her
little finger retreated and I hung limply in her pinch as she studied
the glistening pad of her finger.
“Look
at that! I think that's quite a bit for such teeny-tiny balls,” she
stated before slowly licking her fingertip, “Yes. I think that
someone deserves a reward.”
I
cried out in surprise as I impacted against the tip of her big toe. I
was slid upwards across the curved wall of plump flesh. The mixture
of saliva and cum was scrubbed away, stolen from my crotch and thighs
by the endless ridges. The monstrous digits pinching me were like
unbreakable iron as I struggled against her.
When
I stopped moving, I found my face resting on the tender skin right
where it dove beneath of the slightly long overhang of her toenail. A
brief hint of a sour odor caused me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“Another
taste of me for you then, my little toy. A spicy taste! Nice and
rank! Mmm. A reward from your goddess for being such an obedient
little bug.”
“Oh
god- You're crazy! You're fucking- Please, just let me go! I don't
want anything to do with-” I began to slide slowly upwards again.
There was only one destination possible for me, but the thought
caused me to hoarsely scream and wriggle in panic. She heard me and
sighed with satisfaction.
My
tiny head and shoulders were slowly forced underneath of the vinegary
overhang of her big toe's nail. As I flailed, she whispered to me
reassuringly, “Aww, I know, my poor little dolly. It's alright, I'm
not going to hurt you. You're perfectly safe. I'm just going to lodge
that teeny tiny head up underneath of there. You're going to really
enjoy this,
I promise! I take a shower every morning, you know. So, there just
aren't that many places available on my body that smell strongly
enough for what you'd probably like. But, that just means that I have
to get creative to reward you. Thankfully,
you are
quite small. I made sure of that.”
Sticky,
foul smelling paste was smeared across my face. I squealed with
panic, my mouth tight-lipped, my eyes clamped shut. My pitifully
tiny head quickly became
wedged into the back of the hot, moist trench.
“Oh!
That feels wild! Do you like this, my tiny toe lover? I bet you're
just in heaven! I hope it's fragrant enough for you. But, let's make
sure that you get to sample everything.”
I
moaned as the colossal fingers pinching my body slowly dragged my
head and shoulders sideways through the crevice. My neck gave out
against the unrelenting force applied to my tiny form and my head
collapsed against my shoulder. Warm, salty grease was scraped free
from the humid surfaces and it was plowed along with me. When I
stopped moving I found my face pressed against velvety soft,
incredibly sour skin that had probably never been directly in the sun
before. Nearly
congealed oils and grit squelched against my cheeks as my head
trembled. The hard underside of her immense toenail's overhang
pressed against the back of my head was enough to keep me from
freeing myself.
She
had- My head- My whole-
I
desperately tried to blow fat-strewn filth away from my lips as my
eyes rolled up their sockets.
Once
she had completed laying out all of those esoteric tools in front of
the television on the carpet... Once she had turned on those
blindingly bright lights and carefully adjusted their awkward
mechanical arms… Once she had finally sat down and gotten
comfortable, she would remove the polish on all of her... After that
she- She would then carefully clean beneath of her… She would use
some sort of- She would use a- A tool to-
I
felt the giant fingers released me from their grasp. I dangled there,
my tiny legs splayed against the curving ridged wall of flesh just
outside of the hellish press trapping my shoulders and pitiful head.
I felt the colossal toe lift, arching upwards until my body no longer
partially dangled but rested belly first against the rounded tip of
her huge digit. No matter how I pushed, I could not free my head by
myself. I gurgled raggedly, out of my mind with panic as my hands
slapped desperately against her toe flesh.
I could barely breathe.
She
would use a tool to clean under her- Under
those- She would slide it
along, just like my tiny- She-
The panic abruptly stopped.
My mind had enough and redirected itself to a strange place for just
a moment. I smiled rudely...
This
was utter nonsense, I caught myself thinking. My mother was so short
that I had to bend down slightly to accommodate her so that she could
even kiss me on the cheek. It
was all just
a stupid dream, it had to be. My little mother Julie wasn’t- She
wasn’t big like a building. She
wasn’t great swathes of flesh... Not towering walls of tanned skin,
lightly speckled and shining…
I
was not
like a worm to her. She
couldn’t just reach out and…
I
was asleep or… It was
just a daydream. Then the thunder spoke from somewhere overhead
interrupting my desperate, crazy denial. Against all odds the thunder
sounded vaguely familiar and my
eyes grew huge in shock as I snapped out of my reverie. I
moaned
in anguish. I was now the
delicate plaything of this distressingly familiar yet alien,
monstrous being.
“Aww,
you're just so adorable, Steve! This is so- Mmm, this is making me so
fucking hot seeing you there like that! Oh, such a cute little tiny
body!”
The
air was forced from my lungs and my tiny flailing limbs were stifled
against the dense curve of her big toe’s flesh as a giant fingertip
softly stroked my trapped form. Then my little lower body was
violently jostled as her digits once again assertively surrounded and
pinched what was exposed of me between them.
A
thunderous laugh greeted me as I was pulled free of the hellish
place. I retched, heaving, my stomach a knot of agony. The hair on my
head was plastered to my scalp, as if a tub of shortening had been
rubbed into it. The giant big toe waggled and scrunched directly in
front of me, sending gusts of warm air blowing across my shocked
form. One of my eyes was plastered completely shut and I could not
help but to taste the foul, almost sweet nastiness that had been
deposited onto my face and shoulders. I writhed like a little worm
between her fingertips and moaned as she chuckled softly to herself.
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I
was gasping, tears streaming from my eyes and saliva dripping from my
sore mouth as the huge fingers ran my naked front slowly across the
curving, ridged flesh of the tip of her big toe.
“Oh,
I bet that you just loved that! Well Steve, since it's almost
bedtime, I would like my final Mother's Day treat. But, you know-
I'll definitely need my hands free for that. Hmm.”
I
noticed that she was smiling as I was pulled away from her flesh just
long enough for her to reposition me. Her expression became serious
as my trapped form was pushed horizontally against the thick edge of
her big toe's impressive nail. My ribs ached as the hard, pink
painted keratin threatened to bruise me from crotch to neck, right
down the middle of my body. Even my abused penis was forced to
randomly pick a side of the fiberglass-like barrier. I cried out in
pain as my soft, fragile skin was slowly slid a little ways across
the giant toenail's edge as she centered me against it. It felt like
having the side of a fancy dining room table dragged across my naked
flesh vigorously enough to leave me with a light friction burn.
The
colossal goddess nodded to herself as she looked me over carefully. I
felt like she was sizing me up- measuring me? For what purpose I
could not even think about. It would be terribly detrimental to my
poor mind to conjecture everything that the cruel being was capable
of doing to me.
“You
know what- this might actually work! So, I think we should do an
experiment. Let's see if I can accommodate your kink in a way that I
also might enjoy. I know just the thing. Julie has the perfect spot
to put all
of you, my dolly. It's something that I've always wished that I could
do to a tiny person like you. My, what times we live in- right,
Steve?”
“Mom-
don't- Please, just put me down. You've got to at least try and hear
me. Let's-”
I
was pulled away from her toe and raised up until I floated just in
front of her incredible breasts.
Her
other hand swept down and she took hold of my limp form between both
pairs of her fingers. I lay horizontally across the pads of both of
her mighty thumbs as her index fingertips rested on my legs and
chest. Both sets of gigantic fingers began to work me over, crushing
and turning me. I could barely see or breathe at all as I was
forcibly rearranged, my arms pressed against my torso and my legs
straightened. The immense pillars of her beautiful fingertips
collided with me, their ridges rubbed across my delicate skin and
crushed me between their bulky forms. It was all seemingly without
rhyme or reason to me. She was quite drunk, treating me as if I could
not move on my own. Above me floated my mother's gigantic smiling
face, tethered like an immense balloon atop the great precipice of
her shin. She dealt with my tiny and naked form almost like a
roll-your-own cigarette. At one point I vomited, and my tormentor
either didn't notice or ignored the thin plume of liquid that
plummeted away to finally atomize into a mist just above her lap.
“You
know... Before I had met your father I dated someone who had a foot
fetish. I didn't realize it at first, but it wasn't long before I had
figured it out. He told me one day what it was about my feet that he
was so attracted to. He said that they were beautiful, but there was
something more than that- something very specific about my toes. So
strange,
right? What a weirdo! But then again... It really got to me. Do you
know why?”
Her
face softened as she looked me over thoughtfully.
“When
I was a little girl, I- Well, I had stopped wearing sandals in
primary school because I was singled out on the playground one day.
It was so stupid. I was only perhaps eight or nine years old. We were
filing outside for some activity or perhaps recess and someone
suddenly laughed and blurted out how funny looking they thought my
feet were. The teacher had unfortunately become preoccupied with
something for a few minutes. A small crowd of my classmates gathered
around me in a circle to gawk at them as I winced bashfully. My
amused classmates discussed my feet right in front of me as I stood
in shock, tears streaming down my face. They finally decided on
exactly what it was that made them so unusual; they realized that my
big toes were large enough to be odd looking and proceeded to tease
me mercilessly about them.”
The
frightening goddess smiled sadly.
“Things
like that can change you- it terribly affected me, obviously. Your
grandmother scolded me the next morning for feigning an illness to
try and avoid going to school. That was the last time I had the
courage to wear sandals until I was older. I thought- well, I thought
I was hideous. To be fair, I suppose that I was a skinny little thing
at that age, with disproportionately large feet, but still... My toes
might have looked large at the time, but I don't at all think that
they were ever freakishly huge. I'm certainly not deformed. I suppose
that I rather quickly grew into my big feet over the next few years.
They look fine now, obviously. Still, children can just be so cruel
sometimes.”
She
blew softly on my tightly held form for a moment.
“When
I was about to enter college, I realized that I shouldn't be
embarrassed by something that I obviously could never change about my
body. I had been so self-conscious about my feet for so long, I felt
like I was rebelling, like I was doing something wrong. Isn't that
silly? Well, it was such a nice summer that year. I wore lots of
garish, eye-catching nail polishes during that time- silvers, golds,
and reds. I even went so far as to grow out my toenails a bit to draw
attention to them. I even glued little plastic jewels onto my nails.
People sometimes stared, of course, but I was no longer
self-conscious about them at all. I was quite proud of them, in fact.
They're a little bit of what makes me unique and they were gorgeous-
at least I thought so.”
The
colossal foot propped up on the coffee table wiggled it's powerful,
painted toes.
“Looking
back, I honestly think that's how I met the young man who had a foot
fetish. He was obviously drawn to me like a magnet. He absolutely
worshiped my feet, never missing an opportunity to tell me how
beautiful they were- or get my toes into his mouth! I especially
loved doing that with him and I've missed that ever since. He made me
feel so incredibly special. I did everything that I could to keep
them attractive for him. We were a pair of misfits who had found each
other- at least that is how I felt at the time. That was the best sex
I've ever had.”
The
big toe of her foot raised, arching up away from the coffee table's
edge as she looked it over happily.
“You
know, I think that everything that happened today really brought that
all back for me. I want you to know that you've really made me feel
really special again,
Steve. Even if it's just plain old pink polish. I think that it's
very pretty! After all, my feet are still probably my favorite aspect
of my body.”
So
that was why she always had somewhat long nails on her large big
toes. They had been the origin of a terrible embarrassment
deliberately turned to a source of pride by her. That was why she
obsessed over pampering her feet so much. But, what was she was going
to do to me? An almost ticklish sensation of panic swept across my
scalp and down my back. What was she... I blinked back tears of
frustration as her vast face smirked at me trapped helplessly by her
fingertips.
“For
the life of me, I cannot recall my old boyfriend's last name. Maybe
I'll see if I have it in any of my old college stuff. I bet he would
just love to be in your situation right now. Perhaps I'll look him up
and rent a PMRD for a few hours. I bet he would love to be shrunk and
at the mercy of- what was it that he would call them? He had a pet
name for- Oh yes! 'Little Julie's big sexy toes.' Oh, so very, very
appropriate for you right now, isn't it my teeny tiny dolly?” She
laughed from her belly, deafening me and then mused in a quieter
voice, “I wonder if he would let me do this to him? But honestly-
would he even have much of a choice once he was shrunk?”
Her
other hand brushed a bit of lint off the side of her big toe and it
took her a moment to free the flotsam from her fingertip. I watched
it finally drifted down to the carpeted floor in front of the coffee
table.
“Well,
I guess that now you're my very own teeny tiny little misfit, aren't
you? Oh, I would love to just make it a little project to train you
to adore my feet. That would make me so happy! You were right after
all- no one at the hospital will ever see polish on my toes. So, I'll
keep them extra nice and painted, just like I used to and we can work
on getting you to appreciate them more. Maybe eventually you'll want
to worship them too- because they're beautiful. Because you're a
thankful little dolly.”
“I'm
not staying here with you! I'm not- You're going to change me back,
right? Tomorrow you'll get this sorted out, right? Mom? You have to
at some point! You can't keep me, mom! You can't keep me like this!
Don't you dare-”
“Well,
enough about the past, back to you,
Steve. Now I think that all of you should just fit. You had better
relax and just keep your arms at your sides just like that or I might
accidentally hurt you. Mmm, this is going to be so hot!”
I
was brought down to the front of her vast big toe again. “You must
think that my big toes in particular are absolutely colossal, don't
you dolly? Of course- anyone your size naturally would. The thought
of being able to dominate a tiny person with them has always been
such a turn on for me! That's why I think that this is a very fitting
place for your itty-bitty body to stay- at least for a little while.”
Stay?
How could I-
“I've
never quite understood why this has always been such an appealing
idea to me, but I have no doubt it's somehow related to that silly
embarrassment I suffered when I was a little girl. I used to have
this recurring nightmare you see. Well, the
first time it truly was a nightmare, a fever dream. I had contracted
a bad flu bug not long after my classmates had picked on me and
that dream unfolded for the first time as I slept with a fever.
But then I
could not keep from having essentially
the same dream about once
a week for a very long time after
that. Odd
isn’t it? I wasn’t happy at all about that. Though at some point
I guess that I just
got used to that
dream eventually. I made
peace with it I suppose.”
She
slightly pried a thumbnail into the space beneath of her toenail,
pulling away the plump flesh ever so slightly.
“Oh,
I never in a million years thought that I would actually be able to
try this! So, Steve- as my very own teeny tiny
person, you are going to spend some time getting intimately
acquainted with one
of my very own beautiful giants.
I'm very proud of them. My toes are very special and dear to me.”
For
the first few seconds I didn’t understand where the sound was
coming from, but then I realized it was actually entirely from me. It
sounded like the unhinged noises a terrified cat might make. Low at
first, then building into a much higher pitch and volume. Crazy
sounding, and it was from me, from my throat.
“I
suppose that sometimes the first lesson in worship is respect, Steve.
Although, that is often just another word for fear, isn't it? Yes.
This is just perfect for that. So, let's get you nice and tucked in.
You'll be just like some dirt under
my toenail.
How very disheartening for you, but how luscious for me! Oh, you're
going to be so out of your mind!” She giggled as my faint
hysterical screams reached her.
The
goddess lightly pressed my trembling little body against the deeply
ridged flesh of her big toe’s tip. I stared at the broad, gently
curved overhang of keratin just above me. It looked so strong, so
thick and sturdy. This
was only because to me, well,
it was as thick as my thickest of bones.
Then my eyes rolled up in
my head for a moment as I continued to screech.
My
mother would lay
everything out around her, all of those bottles and then… What did
that tool look like? What did she use, you know- to clean beneath
her... I couldn’t remember- was it tiny and pink, like a meal worm-
like me? Was that it? You would think that it would be made of
something more sensible, you know, like metal…
“This
is exactly what I would dream about, Steve. This is the bizarre thing
that I would do in my dream to my classmates that made fun of me so
long ago. It’s shocking what the subconscious can come up with
while you’re dreaming. Of course, it frightened me a lot at first,
actually made me sick
to my stomach when I woke
up from it.
Though, it could have
been that flu I had at the time. I
had that dream so many times. So
many variations on that theme.
I think that I eventually began to find some enjoyment in the
sensation of their wiggling and those tiny screams. I remember as a
teen having this dream- I didn’t have it very often at all anymore
by then.
It no longer made me feel
nauseous afterwards, but eventually quite the opposite. I
remember waking up in a sweat and I had made a mess of my pajama
bottoms. That happened the last few times I ever had that dream.”
She
always had such healthy
and strong
nails. But, my tiny bones
must be so incredibly
delicate…
“It's
quite tempting, you know, to
fulfill my dream- now
that such a technology actually exists. I'd love to just show up to a
class reunion with a PMRD and zap them one by one quietly, perhaps
catching them unaware if they ever went to the restrooms. Or even
bide my time until they were on their way back out to their cars in
the parking lot afterwards. Oh, I could have five or six little naked
squeaking dollies to torment with my toes. But the truth is, I
forgave them all long ago. I doubt any of them even remember that day
and they certainly never realized how much it had affected me- or for
how long. But, if I’m
honest, I'll
really enjoy doing this to you, Steve. Even if you're not one of
those people who is responsible for some of my psychological baggage
you're still my
little dolly. You get to be their stand-in. You get to help me
fulfill a very private wish I’ve held for a long time.”
With
a nervous sigh my mother
delicately wedged my quivering, naked form lengthwise beneath of the
slightly long nail of her big toe. Her pinching fingers released me
as soon as my torso was stuck. I was wailing, out of my mind, my eyes
huge and bulging as I clawed ineffectually at the curve of ridged,
glittering flesh that made up one side of the awful, awful
crevice.
“Oh,
I think you'll be a perfect fit! Though you'll need to be arranged
just right! Yes, Julie has plenty of space for such a skinny little
body. You know, I just love spoiling my feet, Steve. You're about to
be such a luxurious accessory for one of my big toes- the very best!
A little toe pet is so much better than any old ordinary toe ring,
that's for sure. Especially a pet that allows me to fulfill one of my
most intimate fantasies.”
One
monumental hand wrapped itself around the middle of her foot and I
heard the couch groan as her foot was pulled upwards. She had brought
her foot up closer to her, almost as if she was going to suck on her
own toes. I recalled sometimes witnessing her do this exact maneuver
when I was younger while she was engaged in one of her hours long
beauty sessions. It was when she would become incredibly frustrated
with the fidgety, imprecise lights and she would do this briefly
just so that she could
closely inspect something on her foot.
My
mother's vast face loomed over the big toe trapping me and she
laughed thunderously at my pitiful struggles. “I bet that it's
almost like I suddenly got even larger to you just now, hmm? Do you
feel even smaller tucked in here, Steve? I bet that you do!”
I
gazed into her towering, confident and relaxed face as my mouth gaped
like a suffocating fish. I let out an agonized, shrill scream. I knew
immediately that she had heard me. I watched as that vast mouth
parted slightly and she bit her bottom lip. My terror was turning her
on. She was breaking me. Crushing and degrading my mind and spirit
along with utterly defiling my vulnerable body.
“Aww.
You poor little thing- did giant Julie put you somewhere unexpected?”
Her
other hand floated up and an index finger lowered over me, taking
control of her perverse task. Her soothing, affectionate voice rolled
over me while her mighty finger worked, carefully assaulting my
wailing, quivering body. I was out of my mind, almost paralyzed with
helplessness as the edge of her giant fingernail slowly pushed
against different areas on my soft body.
“Oh,
your desperate protests make this so much hotter for me, Steve! You
sure know how to push my buttons, don't you? I really appreciate all
of your effort! But, don't overdo it. Losing your voice before I
settle down to do my
business would just
be wasted effort. You've got to be so exhausted by now, you poor
little thing and I want to hear your little squeaks while I'm getting
myself off.”
I
stared wide eyed into her vast, amused face as her thunderous voice
hammered against my skin. There was no reprieve possible for me, no
escape. I knew that I had to hold it together. I knew that I couldn't
panic. People could actually die of fright in real life from a sort
of stress-induced cardiac arrest. That could not be my fate. I had to
survive this. I had to get back to my real size and get away from
her!
“Come
on now, dolly- work with me! Just straighten that little leg for me,
okay? I’d hate to accidentally break any of those fragile little
bones of yours with
my fingernail. This is supposed to be a present for me, this is
supposed to be nice.”
My
tiny, fragile form was carefully and slowly driven sideways into the
sour crevice beneath of her toenail. She methodically tamped me into
place as I wept.
“You
know- I had to act so hesitantly at first when you suggested your
stupid idea. I really didn't want you to find out that your own
mother has a kink about dominating tiny people. You wouldn't believe
the things I fantasize about sometimes- or maybe you would? Well, all
I know is that this has really worked out in the end- for both of us,
hasn't it?”
The
colossal finger drifted away and out of the corner of my eye I could
see her mouth come much closer to the crevice I lay cruelly wedged
within. Her giant lips hovered just beyond where I was trapped and
her mouth widened as it arched upwards into a grin.
“This
is the best Mother's Day ever, Steve,” the giant mouth thundered.
My tiny bones shook with the immense vibrations of her deep voice and
I screamed hoarsely. “You're unbelievably cute tucked under there.”
She softly kissed my partially exposed body and her hot breath filled
my flattened, crescent shaped prison. “Hmm... You know what? Now
that I'm actually looking so closely, I think that my toenails look
quite nice! You did a very good job, and that's particularly high
praise coming from me.”
Her
foot was released and it sped away from her face to land with a bone
jarring quake on it's heel against the coffee table's top. The
colossal being leaned forward and laughed deafeningly as she spotted
my tiny head gawking at her in terror, just visible beyond the edge
of her toenail. She gracefully reached one hand out over me with her
index finger extended.
“Just
one more careful little nudge and you'll be nice and snug, all tucked
away. Besides, I can't have you peeking at me while I do my thing-
call me shy.”
I
weakly groaned as the pad of her finger impacted against the edge of
her toenail right next to me. The colossal digit lifted and curled in
on itself as the tip of it's fingernail drifted over me, seeking my
little head. My last glimpse of my frightening mother before the edge
of her nail delicately pushed my head and shoulders into place was of
her smiling happily as she pinched one of her gigantic, hard nipples.
“There-
I think that I'm all done! I've managed to kill two birds with one
stone, Steve! You get to be marinated in my wonderful foot smell and
I get to humble a teeny-tiny little bug-person with my gigantic
and powerful body.
Mmm!”
The
world spun as the goddess flexed her toes with a drunken purr. My
stomach flopped as my nasty prison accelerated downwards to land with
a crash. Her foot had been placed onto the floor. Beyond the wide
overhang a cloud of dust swept outward above the carpet of the living
room. Despite my panic, I was rational enough to spot my now
out-of-scale socks, shoes and the torn scraps of my tiny jumpsuit
discarded among the other detritus littering the space just in front
of my mother's colossal toes. There was a rustling and for a moment
the world outside of the terrible crevice turned blindingly white. I
knew that she had discarded her panties onto the floor.
“Oh
my god, I'm so fucking wet right now, Steve.”
Another
gut wrenching movement from the foot trapping me ended with a
monstrous thud and a view of the coffee table's edge. The big toe
slowly scrunched and my vulnerable body was squeezed between toenail
and sticky flesh as the plump behemoth compressed onto itself.
The
pad of a huge finger grazed across my exposed back side,
“Comfortable?” the cruel goddess thundered, “I want to know
that you're there. Struggle for me. Don't you want to get out from
under there? Hmm? It's got to reek. Or do you actually like being
your own mother's toe jam?”
The
fingertip slowly pressed against my body, crushing my face and chest
further under the hot and sticky projection as I screamed.
“Oh
yes! That's better! God, that's good! Mmm, just like that!”
The
finger disappeared and a moment later the goddess blew out air from
her mouth like a runner seeking a rhythm to their breathing. I knew
without a doubt what she was doing. The colossal toe trapping me
stroked softly across the coffee table's edge as her breathing grew
louder.
“Hey
now! I told you to squirm, didn't I, little dolly?” Her mighty big
toe pressed authoritatively against the top of the coffee table,
causing me to cry out and struggle as my entire body was compressed.
“Such nice little terrified squeaks,” she rumbled, “Such a
teeny tiny... Mmm.”
Panting
filled the air as the couch began to rhythmically groan in response
to her activities.
I
began to hyperventilate as I struggled. After only a few minutes in
panic and unable to free myself I was becoming light-headed. The
world outside of my sticky prison was upended and then with a quake I
was suddenly confronted with the sheen of the vast coffee table's
wooden top. My cum-soaked boxer shorts lay crumpled and abandoned a
short distance away from her stupendous digit. I was compressed,
unmercifully crushed and I fought once again to free myself.
“That's
right. Struggle. For Julie.” She muttered between gasps. “For
giant
Julie.” I heard a thunderous moan. The digit was slowly dragged
backwards until it rested against the decorated edging that framed in
the table's top.
“I
don't want to...” I mumbled, as her mammoth big toe arched up away
from the table's edge for a moment, becoming a plump, beautiful
tower, “I don't want to be your... I just... It's Mother's Day
and... Oh god... I just wanted to be famous.” Tears flowed from my
stinging eyes as I sobbed hysterically.
The
big toe slowly scrunched against itself, compressing me tightly as I
screamed again. A frightening, unnaturally deep moan filled the air,
drowning out my weak voice. Everything shook as the powerful, thick
digit crashed back to the table's edge.
“So
fragile and so frightened,” she cooed throatily. “Well, Julie has
you now. I own you. My toes
own you. You're mine
now,
little bug.”
Another
thunderous moan rumbled overhead.
“I'm
not a bug! Please, you can't make me- I'm not a bug now! I'm not a
bug now! Mom, I'm-”
But,
I was a bug. I was now just my mother Julie's very own delicate and
helpless little pet bug, and she was masturbating about that very
fact.
With
a great shiver of my abused body the world grew dark.
20. Beddy-Bye by V11
It
was thunder that woke me. In my bewildered state, I had no idea where
I was. I only knew that I was trapped, the front of my body wedged
into a stiflingly hot place whilst my back was bathed in cool air.
“Oh
fuck! Oh fuck!” I croaked. I realized that my right arm was
completely numb. It was awkwardly stretched out over my head and
crammed into this tight space. I tried to move it and the fierce pins
and needles sensation caused me to flinch. Suddenly everything
shifted violently- my mysterious prison was in motion! There was a
deep booming sound which shook me to my core and then everything was
silent and still once again.
As
I listened to the sound of my own frightened breathing, my mind
raced, trying to make sense of my surroundings- was this a building
that had collapsed from an earthquake? No, I realized, there was no
brick dust, no debris.
Something
was wrong with how my memory worked, I could recall that much. That
didn't help me at all and it didn't make sense. What good was it to
remember that you could not remember?
This
smell, what was it? The terrible, hot floor pressing me into the hard
roof was sticky and it might have been the source of the terrible
stench. Though it seemed hardly possible, I realized that the floor
was actually alive. It was as if someone had stuffed me into an
industrial vat of fermenting bread dough. No, it wasn't that simple,
this was more like flesh. I could feel a throb echo through the humid
surface beneath of me like the ticking of a clock- like an immense
pulse drumming out against my skin. What animal alive today was so
large that a human being might be so dwarfed in it's presence? What
animal alive today was so huge as to be unidentifiable by sight?
Perhaps I was dying in the mouth of a whale, but that was not right-
no living whale smelled like this!
I
heard something like a thunder clap, deafening to me even deep in my
prison. No thunder sounded like that- it was more like something from
a movie, a sound too unrecognizably complex for nature to be it's
source.
The
light behind me was blotted out suddenly and a rough, leathery
surface pressed against the back of my entire body. I was forced even
more tightly into this narrow space and I cried out in surprise as
the unseen surface slid across me. It was as if an elephant were
scratching it's flank using my unprotected and trapped backside. I
teared up in frustration and tried to thrash, unfortunately smearing
a fetid paste which thinly clung to the steamy surfaces surrounding
me onto my face.
“Please!”
I cried weakly, “Somebody help me! What has happened to-”
More
odd thunderous sounds and yet the ominous booms coalesced. They were
transformed into an impossibly loud and deep voice. A voice so
familiar to me... It was the voice of a god… No, a goddess,
distinctly feminine despite the distorted, smooth bass of it.
It was...
With
a jolt everything came back to me. My descent into this living hell.
I had wanted to become famous. It had been so desperate and stupid. I
managed to convince my mother to shrink me down to half the size of
her thumb. In my shrunken state I painted her toenails for Mother's
Day, capturing my so-called generous and loving act on film. I had
wanted it to go viral- and it most likely would have. But, I had not
at all factored in my mother. I had no idea that she was fascinated
by tiny people and wanted more from me. She simply couldn't resist
when presented with the opportunity. But, even being nearly the size
of her thumb at the time, I wasn't small enough for what she
ultimately had in mind.
Why
did I have to struggle so much to remember what had happened to me
sometimes? Was it a consequence of being shrunk to such a small size?
Was it because my mother had reset the PMRD, therefore subtly messing
up my mind? Ultimately it didn't matter. It was just another part of
the hell I had to endure.
I
was now the size of a large bug and in my own mother's clutches. My
fragile, naked body had been delicately yet cruelly tortured and
violated by her. But, that degradation wasn't nearly enough for her.
She had carefully tucked my entire body beneath one of her toenails-
so that she could then pleasure herself while enjoying the supreme
physical humiliation that she had inflicted upon me.
“Oh
god, no,” I croaked as the absolute horror of my situation swept
over me. I was just a delicate living novelty, perversely tucked
away, hidden as just a small, barely noticeable detail on one of her
ostentatious feet.
The
only evidence of my existence to the outside world would merely be
one of my tiny lower legs and a single twitching arm. My limbs would
rightfully look as if they belonged to a painted miniature replica of
a person taken from some scale model kit purchased at a hobby store.
Both of my tiny appendages were probably barely visible. They dangled
like short twigs, just peeking out from beneath one of those
distinctive long toenails that the diminutive, middle aged blonde
woman sported on her stunning, incredibly soft feet.
She
had masturbated on her couch with me trapped like that.
She
had masturbated on her couch because
she had trapped me like that- on Mother's Day.
I
squeezed shut my eyes as I pulled my chin down onto my chest tightly.
My fists clenched as a hot, all-pervading anguish swept over me,
disrupting my breathing with painful, desperate sobs.
“What
am I going to... What am I... Oh, please...”
There
was never an elephant rubbing against my exposed backside. As if on
cue the mighty finger returned to stroke my tiny ass and the soles of
my trapped feet accessible beneath of the toenail. I moaned in
anguish as I strained to free myself. I very quickly tired, I had to
give up and I lay there panting while blinking away tears from my
eyes.
My
stomach fluttered as the space which held me was suddenly in motion,
moving rapidly upward. Wind rushed audibly across the edge of her
long toenail and buffeted my naked backside. I shifted as well as I
could, turning my head to look out at the world past the bulging
flesh. A moment later I could see a tiny sampling of her enormous
face as her foot was pulled upwards very close to it. A sampling of
pleated lip flesh, little golden hairs studding a septum as big as I
was, then quickly a nostril before a great expanse of the oil-shined
flesh of her cheek. Then a single colossal green eye confronted me.
Thunder
shook me and stung my exposed skin. It was a delighted chuckle.
The
frightening eye flitted back and forth over my trapped, uncomfortable
form. It stopped and I could not help but tremble. I had realized
that the cruel, self-indulgent goddess was most likely looking
directly at my red and sweaty face. I stared into the depths of that
enormous, black pupil. I saw no hints of any humanity staring back at
me from within that endless, black well. An unimaginable and perverse
monster out of a fever dream had me.
“Please,”
I croaked, “you've got to get me-”
“Oh,
my teeny tiny bug boy!” Her words caused my teeth to vibrate and I
wondered if I was going to chip several of them all at once. “That
was just amazing!” My ears popped from the pressure directed into
the little space where I was hidden. I was sobbing and I squeezed
shut my eyes. “Now, let's see if I can just get you out of there.”
The
tip of a healthy fingernail invaded the smelly crevice and the edge
of it raked across my tightly compacted form. She was almost bruising
me with it and I began shrieking in panic as the hellish situation I
found myself in became potentially life threatening.
“You're
going to break my bones, mom! You're going to-”
“Oh,
you really don't like that, do you? I'm sorry Steve! I just can't see
well enough to grab anything. Well... How about if I very carefully
just...”
The
fingernail gently forced it's way into the crevice that held me,
wiggling sideways as it slowly pushed it's way in. It slid a little
ways in between my soft little naked body and the hot flesh beneath
of me. It was a brutal wedge that narrowed the space I lay within
enough that I could feel my bones alarmingly creak. I felt like I was
being flattened, compressed up against the terrible toenail's
underside. Beyond the convex and bowed length of her invading
fingernail, her green eye was unreadable. Her eye was just so close
and I couldn't even see her eyelids that framed it to give me any
sort of emotional clues.
“Oh
god! Please, don't crush me mom!”
“That
won't work either. Hmm.” Her fingernail pulled away and I could
suddenly breathe easily once again. The eye sped away and was
replaced by a constantly moving wall of her blonde hair. She was
looking somewhere else beyond her toes. “Oh! I know! Now, where is
that little... Ah! Yes, that looks even safer than a toothpick!”
Her
eye suddenly hovered beyond the crevice once again and her huge,
oddly perfect fingertips floated into view holding something. My
miniature paint brush slid into the sticky, almost leathery and
oyster-like prison that held me. It forced my legs apart as it slid
between them like a giant pry bar.
“There
we go. Oh, getting you free isn't really so difficult after all. This
is simple and actually quite safe. I was afraid for just a moment
there that I would not be able to do this with you ever again. That
would have made me very sad. I absolutely loved this.”
I
grimaced, wide eyed with fear at her words. I couldn't control my
trembling as I stared into the black pupil framed in by the vividly
green, strand-like striations of her iris.
“You
can't- You can't- I don't- Oh god-”
My
left leg was dragged free of the crevice by the wooden handle of the
dollhouse paintbrush and then entirely captured in a hot, dense vice
of well hydrated flesh.
“There's
a tiny leg! Such cute little dolly legs, mmm.”
A
moment later I was dragged free and I found myself swinging upside
down in the cold air. I caught a glimpse of her colossal toes
floating in front of me for just a moment, bolstered upwards from
beneath by a giant hand wrapped around the midsection of her foot.
Then the foot plummeted away from me, downward at an unbelievable
speed. I was buffeted by almost hurricane force winds created by her
retreating foot as I dangled between her fingertips. Then I was
lowered so fast that I couldn't focus my eyes.
Everything
slowed down once again and my head and shoulders collided with the
pastel pink surface of her big toe's nail. My sweaty upper body was
dragged, squeaking noisily across the smooth paint before the
frightening fingertips holding my legs parted. I landed in a heap
onto an enormous, convexly bowed toenail that encompassed about the
same area as a king-sized bed.
I
could not keep from violently trembling from the shock of what I had
been through. I was in a bad state, my whole body hurt and I was
sparsely covered in a thin layer of smelly, greasy filth and pebble
sized bits of dust and flotsam. I felt like I was almost unable to
catch my breathe as short, pitiful noises issued from my mouth on
their own.
The
prodigious big toe I lay upon flexed upward slightly. My nude body
slid noisily across the pink shield until my feet collided with the
huge, pristine cuticle circling it's base. I stared in mute horror at
the semicircular ledge which framed in her toenail. My bare feet
resting there made it look like some stylish swell of bodywork that
belonged on an outlandishly expensive luxury boat. This was the
cuticle, I realized. This was where I had been so foolish as to touch
her right after I had completed painting her toenails. My fingertips
had trailed across this well hydrated flesh while my cock had quickly
hardened. Had I doomed myself to this hell in that moment? Had I
ultimately caused all of this myself? A deep, thunderous chuckle
vibrated the air around me. I didn't want to look at her, but I did
it anyways.
My
mother's now entirely naked body towered upward beyond my perch like
some nightmarish castle made out of middle-aged femininity. Even
though she was sitting, her form was too large for my eyes to take in
all at once. The huge toe I lay upon was obviously attached to a foot
and that particular foot rested it's heel on the edge of the couch.
Her shin soared upwards in front of me like a bronze tower. Her leg
was tightly folded and pulled up against her snugly. The tremendous
thigh was pressed against one mammoth breast and the deity's distant
flushed face peered down at me from atop her knee.
The
smell of her sex hung so heavily in the air that I could almost taste
it. I retched and covered my mouth as a cantaloupe-sized droplet of
sweat raced down the looming tower of bronze shin just in front of me
and settled onto the vast instep of her foot. It was then when I
finally saw it. Her colossal, glistening pussy was the backdrop for
the foot I rested upon. This foot's heel was pulled up tightly
against her buttock, resting right next to her vast crotch. I began
to violently tremble as quiet mewling noises strained painfully to
leave my throat. I was transfixed, almost paralyzed as I gazed at the
living cliff of glossy, rosy flesh and matted, froth flecked hair.
Far
above me the goddess giggled and I sensed movement in the air
overhead. A vast hand lowered and an elegant finger ran lazily across
the flushed and drenched lips. It was such a simple movement of sane
and relatively normal things, but to me at this scale it was almost
like watching an iceberg separate away from a glacier. I was babbling
as I clamped my hands to the sides of my head and a wave of absolute
terror shook my bruised, exhausted body. At my tiny size and close
proximity I could not help but hear every audible detail of each
slimy squelch her immense finger's exploration produced.
My
eyes traveled past her hand, up the soft tower of stomach and over
those colossal breasts. Each one presented a nipple to the fragrant,
musky air that was as large as I was. My gaze finally settled on her
face. My towering, sweaty mother smiled down on me as she lightly
stroked the engorged, slick flesh between her colossal legs. I could
easily read the subtle emotion running beneath the surface of her
distant expression, after all, I had known this person my entire
life. She was trying her utmost to be self confident in her own
nakedness being on display, stubbornly willing herself to push
through her natural shyness. The goddess pouted seductively and then
cooed, rumbling like a distant thunderstorm. She was trying to look
sexy for me, even though it was supremely inappropriate and she was
at the moment an unkempt, sweat glazed mess. As I watched, I felt my
throat try to close as a terrible panic overwhelmed me.
“Do
you like what you see, my little doll?” she rumbled with a shy
smile.
I
was in hell and I shivered with unanswered, unused adrenaline. I was
simply a tiny bug to her, perhaps even less than that. After all,
bugs had armor and were quite strong and capable for their size. They
were quite independent. But I was no longer independent. I would die
rather quickly without the cruel attention of this middle aged deity.
I wanted to hurl myself off of her toe but I steeled myself to deal
with the horror of my predicament. I needed her to survive like this.
No matter the cost to my mind, my sanity, I needed to stay very close
to her or even on her gigantic body. Because for however long she
kept me like this I was completely helpless and absolutely
vulnerable. She was my goddess in a very real sense now and I risked
everything if I forgot that.
I
knew that if she were to turn away, to ignore me or leave me
somewhere, even for a moment... I had seen a spider or two in her
house in the past. Also, I had sometimes spotted houseflies, of
course. No matter how clean or tidy a home might be kept these things
occasionally just happened. It wasn't anyone's fault, just chance. It
was simply because there were windows and doors on a home. Those
insects, even the houseflies, if I encountered any of them... I
shivered. My flesh would offer no resistance to the nightmarish
cheliceral pincers and plunging, sucking mouth parts of these
ordinary, everyday monsters. My diminutive legs would not be able to
out distance any buzzing predator or crafty, creeping opportunist. My
tiny form was completely out of all natural context at this size. I
would physically never be able to thwart an insect that had inherited
millions of years of perfected evolution to function efficiently at
such a scale. I needed to keep her constant attention and
guardianship so that she would keep me safe. Being her tiny plaything
for merely the cost of my sanity was an immeasurably better outcome
than being devoured by any nightmarish, miniature wildlife that might
accidentally be roaming the interior of her home.
But
that wasn't it at all. No. My long game. Enduring this hell so- I
needed her so that I could return to- So that she could undo... But
she had a perverse, hidden sexual fantasy to be gigantic, like
something out of a fairy tale. Why would she ever grow me back now? I
folded up and fell onto my face, wrapping my arms tightly around my
own torso as I shook.
“Oh,
just look at you! Are you worshiping your beautiful goddess, Steve?
You're so cute! I could just eat you all up!”
A
shadow covered me but I was too shell-shocked to pay it any
attention.
“I
bet you'll like this, my little toe toy. Another taste of me, Steve,
just for you. This will be the best taste yet.” I was gently
crushed beneath of her gigantic, glistening fingertip and my bones
groaned from the strain put upon them. The pad of her finger stroked
across me slowly and affectionately as I struggled in berserk terror.
I slid helplessly back and forth across her toenail, pushed and
pulled by the actions of her wet digit. She delicately and lovingly
deposited a hot, musky slime onto my body.
As
the finger lifted from me I fought to get away. I groaned in despair
as my gluey limbs floundered desperately. I was helplessly plastered
to her huge toenail by her own juices. My tiny body couldn't break
the glossy, hot ooze anchoring me to the garishly pink carapace.
“Oh
my! I didn't realize that- did giant Julie accidentally glue you to
her toenail? Sorry, Steve- I completely forgot about how sticky you
can get. Oh, that's just so cute!
Wow, you're really on there, aren't you?”
Thunder
tore across the sky as the giant, beautiful toes flexed and then
slowly wiggled. I was hoarsely screaming as the world around me
careened. My cries were abruptly cut off as I inadvertently tasted
the dense sludge and began to gag.
“You
don't look good like that. You're all clumped up.” The goddess
rumbled as she looked me over from beyond her knee. A hand lowered
over the foot I lay plastered to. “Let's make make you a bit more
pleasing to the eye, Steve. You know, I might still be just a bit
obsessive about making my toes look presentable.” A fingernail
rolled me onto my back, inadvertently planting me into the center of
the puddle of hot slime.
The
sweaty, tired looking giantess took her time, amusing herself by
carefully spreading my limbs out across the nail of her big toe with
slow and precise movements of a giant fingertip. “Such tiny arms
and legs. I always have to be so careful not to break your itty-bitty
bones.” I was gently glued, spread-eagle and face up to her
toenail. The edge of her fingernail played with my cock for a moment,
almost bruising it before her hand flew back to it's perch atop her
distant knee.
The
goddess was smiling down on me as her big toe flexed again. She began
to laugh, “There, now that's a nice Mother's Day gift! Very
stylish! Your tiny body makes such a nice decoration! Well, it seems
that you've gone from being a starving artist painting your mommy's
toenails to your entire tiny body becoming actual nail art for me! Do
you think that this might make you famous, Steve? Should I turn on
your camera?” My cruel mother laughed again from her belly, filling
the air with the deep boom of her voice. In the very next moment the
colossal woman was yawning.
She
shook her immense head, “That's it then, I can't stay awake any
longer, Steve. We've had an excellent evening, haven't we? But, it's
time for me to get ready for bed.” I watched as she smiled down on
me, glassy-eyed and then I plummeted away from her to the floor. The
yacht-sized foot I was adhered to touched down onto the carpet and
the impact was enough to hurt my ears and almost knock me unconscious
with the collision.
A
hand lowered, pretty fingertips poised to cruelly trap my tiny body
between the tips of her nails but then she hesitated and withdrew her
arm. The mighty toe I lay upon arched upwards for a moment as she
deliberated. “Oh, I worry too much sometimes. You seem fine there,
you're glued down nicely to my toenail. I don't think you'll be going
anywhere at all if I walk to the bathroom with you there.”
The
couch protested ominously as the goddess stood up from it. Due to my
tiny size, her body immediately distorted, becoming almost entirely
gargantuan, monumental bronze legs, surmounted by a tiny and distant
torso and an even smaller head.
I
weakly spit out slime thinned by my own saliva, and I pleaded with
the towering goddess above me, but she couldn't hear my cries.
“Please mom, please pick me up! Carry me in your hand! Please don't
walk with me down here! You might catapult me off of- You're going to
lose me in the carpet! You're going to lose me in the carpet and if
there are bugs I'll...” I was obviously less than human in her eyes
now so there never would have been a reprieve for me even if she
could comprehend my protests.
“Well
then, hold on my teeny tiny doll! Your Goddess is going to walk
now.”
Adhered
face up and forced to stare into the sky above, I was a captive and
tormented witness to the majesty and absolute might of my own very
average mother. Soft and middle-aged, the naked giantess was 125
meters (410 feet) of thundering, shaking flesh. Each tremendous
footfall tore the breath from my body, sending brutal acoustic
ripples through my tiny skeleton and caused my vision to distort into
black motes. Halfway down the hallway I had slid from the bowed apex
of her long toenail and I now lay like a tattered bit of snot against
the bulge of flesh at the side of her nail.
As
her footsteps slowed on the bathroom's tiles I was shaken downwards
to the plump side of her colossal big toe. The amount of force
expelled from the impact of her steps was greater here and I
struggled in vain to rip my limbs free of the thick juices plastering
me to her flesh. I wondered grimly if I was going to be violently
rattled apart. I dragged in huge breaths as I wept like a baby. With
each explosive footfall and the sudden violent bulging of her toe's
pad, I continued to slowly slide down the digit's stout
circumference. I almost felt feverish from the repeated impacts, my
ears were filled with a fierce buzzing sound and I marveled at how
unnaturally bright the bathroom's light truly was.
As
the bulging wall of flesh fattened once again from the outcome of
taking her incredible weight, I slid free of her big toe. The slime
coating me instantly adhered me to the tile. I watched as those
mighty feet and nicely shaped bronze calves took one more thunderous
step. The golden charm bracelet on her ankle tinkled like a disturbed
music box as she came to a stop. The goddess bent almost double at
her waist as a lovely hand lowered, seeking my tiny form.
“Now...
Hold on! Where are you?” she thundered, as incredible fingers
examined her long, meaty big toe. Her toes lifted free of the floor
and flexed apart. Her index finger probed gently in between her other
smaller toes, looking for her tiny lost pet. Finally her digit
cautiously swept across the underside of her big toe's nail and I
felt my cock harden from the sight. “Where is my little dolly? Why
don't I feel you anywhere?”
Her
distant head turned as she scanned the floor around her feet.
“Steven! Steven? Oh! There you are! How did you end up back there?”
I
watched as those vast, powerful feet turned in place. She took a
single, graceful step towards me. In an instant her gigantic, yet
distant feet were transformed by my point of view and her sheer
scale. They became the intimidating curved walls of colossal toes,
hammering down suddenly just in front of me. The resulting quake
caused me to cry out in pain as it reverberated through the tiles and
into my tiny bones.
As
I gawked at the looming, convex tips of my mother's beautiful toes, I
realized that my cock was fully hard now and throbbing. Why did this
keep happening to me? Perhaps I was aroused because of my
insignificance, because of the danger? I tried once again to free
myself from the slime adhering me to the porcelain, but it was too
much for my feeble muscles.
“I
was worried for a moment, Steve. I thought I had lost you somehow,”
a voice thundered in the sky far above the magnificent row of
digits. “Laying there, you look just like a little bug.”
The
foot closest to me lifted free of the floor. The floating,
high-arched colossus tilted, toes pointing downward, before it glided
over my prone body.
“Hold
still for me, dolly. Don't run away. Oh, it looks like you're stuck!”
A thunderous giggle filled the air. “I guess you can't run after
all. Poor little thing.”
As
I begged for her to just stop and pick me up, her big toe parted ways
with it's smaller siblings. The powerful digit lowered and it managed
to nudge me with it's slightly long toenail without crushing me into
a paste. The towering, naked goddess was smiling as she pushed my
fragile body in a tiny circle. She was playing with me like I was a
piece of trash she had just found. I was just an insignificant,
forgettable toy at the mercy of her enormous toe. At the mercy of one
of Julie's beautiful giants, as she had called them. The thought of
this made me even harder.
“Tiny
dolls have no business being on the floor all alone, Steve,” she
thundered. The foot pulled back and landed with a crash, but her long
and stout big toe was still held up off of the floor. The immense
foot pivoted until I was directly underneath her arched toe, now
suddenly covered by it's ominous shadow.
The
distant face grinned at my predicament before booming with a laugh.
“You wouldn't last very long without your goddess. No, not very
long at all, teeny-tiny thing.”
She
was smiling happily as the digit slowly lowered onto me, the huge
ridges pressing uncomfortably into my delicate skin. It stayed there
for a moment, pinning my entire body against the cold tile. I was
fine for a few seconds, even happy to experience her frightening,
unstoppable touch once again on my pitiful body. Then the reality of
everything overwhelmed me and I begged her to stop. I babbled
hysterically as I lay brutally immobilized, clad in the cold slime of
her body and burnt from above by the vast, curved flesh of one of her
terrifying big toes.
The
gargantuan digit slid sideways across me, causing me to see stars and
almost black out for a moment. I realized that I was suddenly being
lifted into the air. I was stuck to the pad of my mother's big toe
like a bug!
“Aww,
you're all sticky!”
An
earsplitting giggle echoed through the little room as the plump pad
slowly wiggled. I felt ill, motion sick as I slowly slid down the
convex and ridged enormity. It was all too much for me. My abused
cock shot strings of semen out, to land on the tile below, hidden by
the shadowy silhouette cast from her over sized digit.
“Even
though you fell off my toe, that wasn't so bad, was it? No, that was
just fine. I'm very careful with you, aren't I?” she whispered to
me. Cruel fingernails gently closed against my plastered and twisted
body. “First, let's get you cleaned up. You're all dirty, aren't
you? I cannot abide having a dirty toy, especially if it's you.”
21.
Clean by V11
The
running faucet created a dangerous shaft of roaring water that would
have broken my back had she held me into it. Instead, she partially
filled a cupped palm with it and lowered me into her makeshift bath.
A swipe of a digit across some soap and I found myself fighting for
my life against her huge fingertips as they bludgeoned and crushed me
in their slippery embraces.
Just
beyond the pond's fleshy walls floated her tired yet cheerful face.
My glimpses of her affectionate expression was a bizarre counterpoint
to the unintentionally brutal cleaning she was subjecting me to.
After a discarding of the dirty water and a refill of her hand she
made a proud declaration with a big smile.
“You
are a squeaky clean little doll now! Just in time, too- I don't think
I can hold my pee any longer!” I was swung in a tight circle as the
lumbering goddess turned and sat down on the toilet. As I heard the
evil hiss of her urine against the bowl she brought her palm I lay in
up to her eyes.
“Just
look at you! So vulnerable and fragile, huddled there in my hand. Oh,
that's so hot! It makes me want to do something
about that, but it's just too late. I really must get ready for bed
now. An early shift for me starts while the street sweepers are still
out taking care of the roads. Maybe, hmm, maybe I'll have a taste of
you now that you're clean? Perhaps take advantage of you not smelling
like my feet? Mmm, yes.”
A
thumb and index fingertip intruded onto her palm. As I cowered,
moaning dreadfully, my mother’s smiling face was clearly enjoying
my terror. The giant healthy fingernails of her threatening digits
taunted me playfully, pinching shut just in front of my delicate form
several times as I crawled away in a semi-circle across the swells of
seamed flesh. She finally captured me, carefully closing them onto my
struggling, naked body. I cried out with frustration as my delicate
torso was slowly compressed.
“Oh,
such nice little squeaks!” She cooed as I was brought before her
lips, the giant underside of her nose blasted champagne-tinged breath
into my face. “Thank you for helping Mommy cum.” she whispered
with a blast of breath, “It was amazing! We had a very nice
evening, didn’t we, my
lovely little dolly?”
The
gigantic goddess softly kissed my sobbing form. My neck was whipped
sideways, my head bouncing off of the tip of her thumbnail as the
mammoth undulating lips assaulted me. I fought not to slip into
unconsciousness as my vision swam from the blow.
“That’s
nice, right?” the lips whispered. “I want a little bit more of
that.”
I
struggled between the giant nails that cruelly held me as her mouth
drifted in until it softly collided with my upper body. The pink,
heavily pleated walls rocked as they puckered against my trapped
form. My head and one arm became buried in the hot, malleable creases
of her closing lips. I was screaming into the heavy, punishing flesh
as she paused there for a moment. She was savoring the tiny twitches
happening at the intersection of her closed lips. Finally, my limp
extremities were dragged free of her mouth like waterlogged bits of
pasta.
The
gigantic mouth smiled as the fingernails trapping me shifted
slightly, causing me to cry out in agony as the edges of her nails
were driven against my fragile ribs at a slightly different angle.
“I
think I deserve a taste of something sweet before I go to sleep.”
The giant mouth whispered gleefully, “Perhaps a little taste of
you, Steve.”
A
moment later the pink monster of her tongue had pushed her lips
aside. It pointed and arched, almost seeming to swell at it's tip. My
tiny legs were batted at by the rough, pink beast as if they were
long fruits hanging from a tree branch. The wall of pebbly,
glistening muscle spread my legs wide, almost to the point of
dislocation as I choked on the veil of saliva covering my chest and
face.
She
held me there, almost inside of her huge, glistening mouth as her
tongue stroked my tiny cock. A thunderous fart boomed dully from
inside of the toilet's bowl and I struggled fearfully for a moment
before I realized what it had actually been. The lips pressed against
me shivered as she giggled.
As
I began to moan I was pulled free of her tongue. “I want to see it,
Steve.” I was brought up to her eyes. The fingernails of her other
hand carefully probed and my cock was gently captured as I pleaded
with her tearfully. “Oh, that's handsome, isn't it?” She ran a
nail across it as I shivered. “Almost ready to go, aren't you?
Well, then let's give you one extra reason to sleep peacefully
tonight, my little toe worshiper. Giant Julie is going to fuck you in
her mouth, dolly.”
I
was slowly placed onto her tongue as the bathroom filled with the
horrible smell of her shit. The lips closed and my eyes were
instantly rendered useless in the pitch black cavern. I slipped from
the giant muscle, landing in a pool of thick liquid. I began to
hyperventilate. I was tiny and helpless, trapped in a humid, drenched
and sightless world of gigantic musculature. I was surrounded by
silky flesh and her
teeth, porcelain-hard
sculptures as large as boulders. Something huge brushed against my
kneeling form and I pulled away with a shriek. My mother's tongue
barreled into me like a freight train, forcing me against the bowed
backsides of her front teeth.
As
the immense, unseen tongue writhed as it worked between my tiny legs
I could hear myself begin laughing. I was shocked at how I sounded to
my own ears. My laughter was harsh, maniacal. I clung to the tip of
her tongue, my arms and legs wrapped tightly to it. I was bellowing
as I bit down into her flesh, my semen lost on the soft underside of
her eager, monstrous muscle. The goddess began humming and the
vibrations drove the air from my chest as I fell away from the tip of
her tongue. I curled in on myself, my hands clamped against my ears
as the saliva covered me.
Blinding
light, gargantuan probing digits crushing me. When the world stopped
spinning from her hand's movement I lay in a fetal curl. Her saliva
had adhered me to the pad of one of her monstrous fingertips. I
floated in front of her impossible face, slowly sliding downward
through the hot slime coating the digit. Her grinning mouth moved as
she spoke to me, but I could not hear her, only a low-pitched booming
that ended in a sustained ringing of my stunned and abused ears.
The
face of the colossal goddess was smirking as she stared at me. It was
quite evident that she relished the fact that I was plastered to her
fingertip. As I fearfully whined the vast hand slowly rotated at her
wrist until I was upside down, kept safe from a fatal plummet because
of the surface tension of her thick saliva coating me. As she smiled
her hand's huge thumb glided in from the side and pressed into me.
With a slow, simple movement of her fingers she transferred my
weakened, glistening body from her fingertip to her plump thumb pad.
I
hung plastered to the enormous swell of flesh as the goddess smirked.
She gently pinched one of her huge nipples until it grew hard and
then stroked it with the fingers of her other hand. She observed my
utter helplessness with a sort of smug, aroused amusement. My limp
little body was occasionally transferred back and forth at her whim
between the colossal fingertips and thumb of her raised hand. I was
tumbled and twisted each time, the breath often forced from me as the
gleaming finger pads scraped against each other. Sometimes I ended up
planted face-first against the grooved flesh, other times on my back.
Sometimes I lay panting, stretched out across a lustrous, enormous
fingernail like a small sliver of yet to be noticed lettuce from a
salad. My tiny limbs often ended up stuck to my own body and to each
other. I was so exhausted that I could only really struggle to free
an arm when I had no choice but to wipe away her thick saliva from my
face. It was paramount that I kept my nose and mouth free of the
gluey slime so that I would not suffocate. I finally vomited up a
quantity of champagne mixed with her saliva that I had inadvertently
swallowed as I lay plastered across one of those awful fleshy
pillars.
She
called me her dolly, but I wasn't really that. That term inferred
clothing to change or perhaps some sort of other objects in my scale,
be it a home or some furniture- something else to give my tiny size a
real world context. Instead, I was very much a soft bodied little
insect to her.
Like some sort of a skinny, two and a half centimeter long worm. The
only purpose for my own scale was to appear tiny in comparison to
her, to lend her own body the illusion of enormity. My innate
helplessness at this size was what kept her perpetually fascinated.
She had insisted that her own colossal body become a very real prison
for me, an immense torture chamber of expansive surfaces and nearly
hidden crevices that she forced me to experience.
Eventually
my mother grew tired with the diversion of passing my naked, wet body
back and forth between her cruel fingertips. The goddess simply
scraped me free of one of her pretty fingers against the edge of the
bathroom's counter like a bit of wet trash. I lay there exhausted and
shivering, coated in her rapidly cooling saliva. She ignored me as
she finished her business, her body a giant backdrop of flesh looming
upward like a mountain. A few moments later my view of her sitting in
profile had been replaced as she stood up. Her vast hips and
glistening pubic hair overwhelmed my view as she leaned against the
cold stone, peering into the mirror. I drifted off, clad in the
cooling saliva that adhered me to the marble counter.
I
was jolted awake by something crushing me from above. The tidy row of
bristles in her toothbrush was almost as long as I was tall. I
hoarsely protested as I was pinned beneath of the array of flexible
translucent plastic bristles against the smooth marble. The gigantic
toothbrush finally retreated, it had left temporary marks on my skin.
She was laughing again, but to my stunned ears it was only a bland
imitation of thunder. I stared at the distant living, rolling cliffs
of her immense breasts with nipples as large as I was as she tended
to her teeth.
The
naked goddess hunted into several drawers after she had finished with
getting ready for bed. I watched as old and unused makeup items
quickly littered the counter's top. My hearing slowly returned as she
rummaged around. She finally found what she was looking for and all I
could figure out was that it was an old, circular makeup compact now
completely emptied of the compressed cake of powder that once sat
tightly within it's shallow recess.
I
was plucked up and her vast, powerful lips kissed me. I was lowered
into the empty plastic tray of the compact. “Stay in here while
mommy takes her shower.”
The
clear plastic lid was snapped shut and her huge fingers overwhelmed
my view of her as the plastic disk was lifted. She thundered into her
bedroom, my prison held in a soft fist. I was lowered into an end
table's drawer next to her pillow. My scant company in the drawer was
a huge blue dildo and a squat box, like what a wristwatch might come
in. She was smiling down at me, her distant face framed by the tall
walls of the drawer. A giant finger intruded to tap on the compact as
she blew me a kiss, sending it into a clattering spin. The towering
form of my naked mother disappeared, heading towards the shower.
I
lay there and sobbed, my muscles occasionally shook in fits as the
adrenaline finally let go of my body. I was so sleepy...
I
woke to frightening tremors. I immediately tried to sit up but the
clear plastic lid of the compact case was too low. I groaned as I lay
there, my ribs and back aching. The tremors grew so strong that my
sore bones were painfully jarred with each violent throb.
My
first glimpse of my mother was the vast expanse of her white silk
panties. Beyond this gleaming fabric soared the tower of her bare
tummy which culminated in her immense, naked breasts. Just beyond
floated her tired, freshly scrubbed face peering down on me
cheerfully for a moment. The immense goddess looked away from the
drawer as she rubbed her hands against each other, obviously
finishing her nightly task of massaging lotion into them. I watched
as she briefly examined each one of her hands and quickly picked away
tiny bits of flotsam that she had found sticking to her flesh. Then,
one of her incredible hands intruded into the drawer.
The
hand paused hesitantly, floating in midair as my mother bent in even
lower over the drawer and smiled.
“Oh,
I completely forgot to show you this, didn't I, Steve?”
Her
fingers plucked up the small box and lifted it up to her face. She
swung it's lid back and gazed at it's hidden contents with a grin.
“I
used to have to hide this from your father. I just knew that he would
not have approved. I never even considered approaching him about my
kink. That man is quite unimaginative and he would have been
disgusted by it. You know, I recall that I was horrified when you had
taken it that one time while playing in my closet. Do you even
remember this?”
The
fingers lifted something up out of the little box. I couldn't really
see much of it, just something barely sticking out past the top and
bottoms of her thumb and index finger's massive pads. She gently
deposited it onto the lid of my strange prison. At first I had no
idea what she was talking about, but then I felt like the wind had
been knocked out of me.
A
pallid, paper-white human figure lay above me near the hinge of the
lid. As I watched, it's rubbery arms slowly uncurled and straightened
back to their original positions after being momentarily compressed
in her grasp. It was lacking in finer details, but it had been
obviously sculpted to appear naked, or perhaps covered in some
skin-tight super-hero style clothing. I actually remembered it. As a
child I had found it in a box of her sewing supplies that she kept in
the back of her closet and I had immediately taken it with me- after
all, it was obviously a toy.
“I
freaked out once I realized that it was missing. I thought I had left
it out and it had gotten thrown away. I was shocked when I saw it in
your sandbox with your other toys a few days later. Of course, I had
to wash the dirt off of it, and then put it into some boiling water
for a bit it to make it sanitary once again. You obviously thought it
was a toy. Though I suppose you weren't entirely wrong about that- it
just wasn't a toy meant for you.”
The
figure was made from something quite resilient, probably silicone. A
hair, perhaps one of her pubic hairs was wrapped around it's waist.
The
figure was the same size as I was. The same exact size that she had
made me.
A
doll... A dolly... This was her... But now... Now I was...
I
felt sick to my stomach and tears welled up in my eyes.
I
was... I was a replacement... for...
As
soon as she had experienced a shrunken version of me it was only a
matter of time until my fate was sealed. This bizarre trinket was why
she couldn't resist the temptation to shrink me even smaller. This
was why I was now the “perfect size” to her.
“I
bought this a long time ago while on vacation in San Francisco. It
was from a really interesting little shop, full of magic trick props
and Halloween masks. All sorts of wonderful curiosities. You could
get lost in there for hours just looking at everything! Well, I've
somehow managed to keep it with me all of these years. He's held up
quite well, don't you think?”
A
hand lowered and covered my little prison in shadow. I watched as her
lovely thumb and index finger's flawless nails closed against the
little rubbery torso in exactly the same manner that she liked to
grasp me and then it was lifted away into the air. She was smiling as
she dabbed at the tiny, nearly featureless face with a fingertip and
then using her nails she picked at the hair until she managed to grab
it and pull it free from the rubbery, fake flesh.
The
insight I had then was so stupid and obvious. This is what I would
look like now, if I were to be held by her while in front of a mirror
and I had the opportunity to gaze upon both of us at once. I almost
resembled some sort of a painted human figure that might belong in a
model railroad diorama. It was really no wonder then that to me most
of the time she was just immense, terrible fingers commanded by a
vast face.
“I
guess that I don't need to keep this in here any longer. After all,
I've got you now, don't I? I'll just pack it away somewhere tomorrow
after work, if I don't forget.” The figure was tucked away in it's
little box and lowered into the drawer next to the makeup compact
which held me. Then my little flattened UFO was effortlessly grasped
by her enormous fingers and everything tilted. I slid across the
plastic and slammed into a wall as the giant digits retrieved my
prison.
I
was brought up to my mother's face and I immediately began to cry. I
had become completely overwhelmed once again by the impossible
immensity of her countenance floating so closely to my tiny body. She
looked over my huddled form with a silent smirk as a monstrous
fingertip gleaming with the remnants of lotion stroked the clear
plastic canopy in front of where I cowered. The digit left behind
cloudy trails of humidity that quickly evaporated to reveal a wide
trail of thin, light grease that had been dragged across the
transparent lid. The overpowering scent of her freshly applied lotion
filled my plastic prison and I fought not to gag. I was rapidly
lowered away from her face, slamming repeatedly into the plastic
walls of the tray as she moved. I quickly realized that she had
crawled into her bed. I floated for a moment above her colossal
breasts as she reclined back onto her pillows. Then my prison sped
upwards to her face and a vast thumb pried open the compact's lid
with it's massive nail.
“There's
my precious little doll!” Her thumb and index finger lowered into
the compact. I retched as the intense scent of her freshly applied
lotion sickened me and caused my eyes to burn. The vast green eyes
watched as I struggled to escape her colossal pinching digits. “I'm
all nice and clean- ready for bed! How about you, Steven? You've got
to be completely exhausted.”
I
was lifted free of the plastic case and the goddess brought me close
to her face as she smiled. “You're going to be sleeping with me, my
beautiful living doll. No tiny box in a drawer for you- oh no! I've
got to keep you safe from this great big scary world, don't I? After
all, I'm responsible for you now, because I decided to make you so
very teeny-tiny. So, you're going to be kept very
close to me for your
own safety.”
I
was brought right up to her smiling mouth and she gently kissed me.
My head and arms sunk deeply into her puckered lips. I was drawn back
and she was beaming at me as the tip of a little finger filled the
air in front of me. The edge of it's nail gently touched my face as I
grimaced and struggled uselessly.
“This
was the best Mother's Day I've ever had! Thank you so much, Steven!”
I
sped away from her face and she gently placed me onto her bare
stomach, just below her navel. My scalp tingled as this vantage point
deeply frightened me. Because of my size and how vision naturally
worked I had only really been subjected so far to parts of my mother.
I had only really sampled somewhat isolated pieces of her mighty
anatomy: her fingers and toes, her face, nose, mouth and tongue, a
monstrous shin and the sole of one of her feet. Where I found myself
now revealed how gigantic she truly was in comparison to me.
I
choked hoarsely as I stared wide eyed at the vast expanse of bronze
skin surrounding me. I was nothing more than a bug resting on the
island-like landscape of my own immense mother's body. Just beyond
the hills of her ample breasts hovered her distant amused face. One
mighty hand touched down and rested close enough to me that I knew I
was once again subject to the effortless dominance of her frightening
fingers if she wished it.
“You're
just so cute down there on my stomach!” the goddess thundered with
a delighted smile.
The
index finger of the resting hand lifted and it lightly touched my
kneeling form from above, covering me in shadow for a moment as I
instinctively cowered. It came to rest again with it's siblings on
the gently rounded skin of her stomach. She watched silently as I
slowly crawled across the surreal landscape of her tanned flesh to
her index finger. Ignoring the stench of lotion surrounding me I
pulled myself up onto her long, bowed fingernail. I cautiously stood
up, balancing as carefully as I could, knowing full well that I might
slip off her finger with the tiniest of movements on her behalf.
I
motioned at her with as large of movements as I could, almost as if I
was trying to play charades from the deck of a ship with another
person on a beach staring at me through binoculars. I held my arms
wide, inviting her to pick me up and then I pointed at my own ear.
And again, more slowly. Again. I grimaced with frustration. She
simply blinked, there was no understanding in her expression, not
even curiosity there- instead here eyes flitted over my tiny form as
a childish, delighted smile crossed her face. She was much more
interested in the whimsy of my diminutive form standing on top of her
fingernail like some fairy from a children's book.
“Just
pick me up, goddamn it! Just bring me up to your fucking ear! That's
all you've got to do! I want to- Hey! Stop grinning at me, you crazy,
selfish bitch! Bring me up to your- You've got to...”
She
couldn't hear me, that was undeniable, but I desperately switched
tact anyways. I tried to plead my reasonable request once again to
that distant, amused face.
“Please
mom, don't leave me like- Just- You've got to... You've... It's no
fucking use at all, is it? You wouldn't listen to me if you could,
would you?”
A
terrible chill swept through me as I stared into that immense,
distant face. The anxiety overwhelmed me once again.
“You're
going to keep me, aren't you? Oh, god, I just know it! That face you
make when- I can see you thinking about it! I know that's what you're
going to do! That fucked up little rubber doll that you- Oh god...
You're keeping like this- You're going to keep me tiny and in this
hell with you!
This is a nightmare! This is a nightmare. It's a- Please, oh fuck,
please just... All you have to do is...”
But
my cock was throbbing, despite everything I (and it) had been
through.
“It
isn't too late. You can turn me back- I promise I'll- I promise-”
Why
was I aroused? Because I was a tiny, vulnerable creature now- but
she had made me this way!
Because I was perched on one of her colossal, beautiful digits- that
had dominated and defiled my entire existence!
Because I was a bug now, a bug on the body of a weirdly vain,
strangely alluring Goddess- this
was my- my own- she was...
My own counter-arguments against even being aroused at all in this
situation were right, were correct, but still. All of this was
dreadfully wrong yet uncontrollably arousing for me.
“What
the hell have you done to me?” I shrieked, clamping my hands to my
temples, “What the fuck did you do to my mind? What the-”
The
words choked in my throat. She couldn't hear me and she did not care
at all about preserving the old Steve. She required a precious,
fragile pet. Something to tickle her skin. Something to struggle
beneath and between her mammoth toes and fingers. To her this was a
fair trade.
I
gazed into her huge, distant eyes as she stared back at me with a
look of amused curiosity. I took in the huge landmarks of flesh in
front of me: an immense knuckle, veins as large in diameter as my
ankles buried in the back of her colossal hand, the great expanse of
gleaming arm leading to her distant shoulder like a road of bronze.
“I
just- I just want to- Please, Mom! Don't- Oh god!”
I
slumped onto my knees. I wanted to cry as I hugged my stomach but no
tears came this time. There was no reprieve for me. She certainly
seemed like she was going to keep me, and if not, by the time she
would be done with me I would be a broken man- if I wasn't already.
The image of the little silicone figure flashed in my mind for a
moment and I flinched, a dreadful moan escaping my lips.
“Please…
Oh, please...”
I
bent and bitterly kissed the curb-like cuticle of the colossal finger
I knelt upon. It was only a moment before my eyes began to trace over
the wonderfully smooth form of the flesh framing in her nail. There
was that tight feeling in my chest again, that strange thrill as I
took it in. It wasn't that only these particular portions of her
aroused me, rather it was that they were quite representative of her,
of all those biological landmarks that were plucked, buffed, scrubbed
or oiled to an obsessive perfection. I couldn't help myself despite
how utterly despondent I felt. I took hold of my cock and began to
pump it as I gazed down at what I crouched in front of.
A
moment later, I heard monstrous gasp escape the distant, giant mouth.
“Are
you doing what I think you're doing? Oh, Steve! That's so cute!”
I
glanced up for a moment at her distant face floating at the very end
of the perspective-distorted landscape of her naked body. She was
smirking with an amused, yet knowing smile as she watched me
intently. A few moments later my seed burst free, splattering onto
the base of her fingernail.
Her
hand shifted and I tumbled off of the vast fingertip. It lifted away
on a rapid course directly for her face.
“Oh,
so what exactly did you leave for me there? Ah, I can see it! That's
such a nice little gift for me, Steve!” she chuckled as she looked
over her finger. She was smiling with delight as her other hand's
thumb thoroughly spread and then rubbed my cum into her cuticle like
some sort of a valuable medication.
“So,
that is actually what does it for you, hmm? It's.. It's my cuticles?
Really?
Oh- you weird little
pervert!
Oh my god, I had no idea!”
She
was silent for a moment as she took in this strange revelation. She
seemed on the verge of laughter but then her eyes narrowed deviously
and a sort of lustful, amused smirk twisted her features.
Her
hand left her face and came down low over me.
“I
want to make sure, dolly. This is just way too bizarre for me. Come
up here.”
Her
giant thumb and index fingertips carefully and expertly captured me
between the tips of their terrible nails. I grimaced against the
blast of wind and squeezed shut my eyes as my stomach fluttered from
the accelerative forces I was subjected to. A moment later I hung
above her immense face reclined back on her pillows. Strangely, she
looked younger to me from this vantage point. I realized that it was
because her face was mostly horizontal, the flesh of her facial
features not subjected to gravity in the same way that they usually
were.
“There
you are. Now, let's see. How about we test this on my left thumb?
That cuticle wasn't doing well last week. It just wasn't behaving for
a few days there. You know- kind of threatening to peel a tiny bit in
one corner? I have to be careful when I moisturize to always make
sure that- God, I must sound so shallow and spoiled to you, right?
I'm- Well, I'm just very
particular about my
appearance, Steve, you know that. It makes me happy.”
Her
other hand came in close to her face and folded into a fist, it's
lovely thumb extended. Her huge eyes almost crossed slightly as she
focused on her colossal digit, looking it over. I could only hang
there between the tips of her nails, my delicate body drooped and
swaying limply.
“Yes,
I think that this one should do. Now then.”
My
tiny dangling arms and legs collided against her dense flesh as I was
brought in against her thumb's cuticle.
“I
want to see this up close for myself. Now, do your magic, dolly.”
She
experimented, gently probing her cuticle with the soles of my feet,
then she tried to stroke her skin with the hair on my head. It was
like she was using my head as a tiny makeup applicator. Finally, with
a satisfied chuckle she changed the angle of her hand slightly and
settled on using my face to stroke down a short portion of the huge
cuticle’s length. After a little bit of that she then turned my
pitifully held body so that she could look me over.
“That's
nice, isn't it? Do you like that? Well, I certainly do. I could
probably actually get wet from just doing this to you for a while. Is
that strange? I guess so, but, I really love doing anything that
involves dominating that tiny head of yours. It's just irresistible
to me. So, how about a bit more foreplay like this before the main
event, hmm? You seem fine with it. Let's put that little face of
yours to some good use. Hopefully you'll get in the mood too.”
She
cooed huskily as my delicate skull was placed against one end of the
rounded border of her cuticle. My face was dragged slowly from one
side of the base of her thumbnail to the other. I tried to turn my
head as much as I could to ensure that my nose and lips were safe
from friction catching them. I let the massive rim of flesh glide
along my cheek and jawline instead. I just concentrated on breathing
and keeping my face as protected as I could. After a few slow passes
of my tiny head across the enormous cuticle I was lifted and tilted
back slightly. She looked me over, smiling happily at me with
noticeably reddened, flushed cheeks. The goddess softly blew on me as
I sputtered.
“What's
that I see? You've definitely hardened up very quickly from just that
little bit of contact. That's good, dolly, I think we're onto
something with this. Now, let's just see what happens.”
She
pushed me in against her thumb again and my lower body was brought to
bear against it. I could feel the head of my cock slide and bounce as
it was dragged briefly across the shell of keratin. It collided with
an obstacle- a warm, rounded ledge. Then my cock was gently running
across the length of that, across the fresh looking, ample rim of
flesh.
“Well,
I can barely feel that. That’s… It's a bit disappointing, really.
I don't know what I expected exactly, but this certainly isn't it.
It's not your fault at all, Steve. So, don't feel bad about it, your
penis is just so teeny-tiny now.”
Her
words hurt me, they made me feel incredibly hopeless and humiliated.
But my cock became even harder from her frank observation as she
continued to drag my shaft slowly across the austere, well
moisturized curve.
“Please
don't. I don't want- Oh god, this is insane! Oh fuck. Goddamn you!
Goddamn you! Shit, oh shiiiiit.”
“”Oh
my- I can see your little hips thrusting! That's just so cute! Now
then, dolly- I think it's finally time for the
application.”
The
cruel goddess giggled deafeningly as the entire front of my little
body was pressed against the cuticle. I was nestled in against the
base of her thumbnail from my knees to my shoulders. She held me
there, scrubbing my entire front side in a tiny circle against her
thumb's enormous anatomy. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but
finally a great tremor shook my body. I came with a frustrated groan.
It might have been two loads of cum, it was so much.
“Oh
my god, Steve! That was in almost no time at all! That's it, that's
actually it! I figured you out!” she thundered deafeningly.
The
fingernails holding me pulled my body away slightly from her digit.
My waning orgasm splattered some of my ejaculate onto the tremendous
thumb nail.
“God,
I just can't believe it! Oh, that was beyond adorable! Well, waste
not, want not I suppose. Let's just get everything, okay? Every drop
we can- it might actually be valuable. Let me wipe that teeny tiny
thing off right where it will do the most good then.”
Her
thumb's vast pad pivoted down over the top of her fist and fattened
as it settled against her folded index finger's knuckle. My helpless
body was tilted back and forth as she gently wiped and dabbed my
glistening little cock across a particular portion of the hydrated
flesh at the base of her thumbnail.
“Mom,”
I croaked while I panted, “You've got to listen to me- Please- Oh
god, after this, I'm so scared of what you're going to-”
“There.
Now then.”
Suddenly
I was rocketing sideways, down between her breasts and then beyond.
Her vast body was almost a blur beneath me. The goddess roughly
deposited me onto her stomach just above her panties. Her nails let
me go just as I contacted the landscape of her tanned skin instead of
gently placing me down upon it. I had the wind knocked out of me as I
rapidly tumbled a short distance across the subtle curve below her
bellybutton and finally came to a stop. I groaned and fought to catch
my breath, rubbing a sore elbow as I lay there. It seemed as though
she had just thoughtlessly discarded me, like she had no more use for
me, like I was some sort of an inanimate object.
I
was right. As I looked back at her, she had her hands up at her eyes
and was intently gazing at her thumb. I watched as she carefully
spread my semen out evenly across it with her little finger. She was
obviously elated, her eyes flashing as she struggled with the meaning
of this and the horrible, perverted possibilities it presented.
“Oh,
this is amazing! You strange little boy! It's just... Well, I finally
know what it is that you like about my fingers so much! I understand
now!”
That
expression on her face... If I had any doubt about my fate before, I
did not now. Tears filled my eyes as I fought to stop trembling.
“Well
then, my kinky little doll, you know what? You and I are going to get
along just fine! Just
fine. I always put in
a lot of effort to keep my cuticles nice. Maybe... Maybe each evening
you can do that on a different finger for me? How about that?”
“Each
evening? Oh, fuck no! You can't keep me! I'm your son- I'm a human
be-”
“This
would be a such nice thing for you to keep doing for your very own
Finger Goddess, don't you agree? It could be a- what's that word?
Ahh- a form of 'tribute'
to me- to your Goddess. Or maybe I'll just rub your naked little body
on my toes and fingers until you burst. Forcing it out of you
wouldn't take nearly as much time. Besides, I don't like the idea of
having to hold perfectly still for very long. I wonder how many of my
cuticles you could do in a day if you weren't all tired out?”
The
selfish goddess looked over her thumb as she was silent for a moment,
a troubled look on her face. I curled into a ball and wept.
“Hmm,
now you've got me thinking. I have to honestly question whether semen
could ever actually be as effective as it was portrayed in that
article that I read? You know, a lot of these beauty magazine
articles that claim to be factually scientific actually aren't.
They're just full of over-hyped nonsense. So, I might have to keep a
written record and even take pictures of my cuticles, if I'm actually
wanting a real answer to that. That sounds extreme, I know, but being
methodical is really the only way to prove an effect. You have to
document everything. That's just good science. That’s exactly how
it’s done.”
She
was entirely focused once again, overstimulated really, like she had
been earlier. She had become carried away by her own thoughts and
speculation to the exclusion of most other information.
A
giant index finger touched down, landing right next to me recklessly
enough to make me suddenly cry out in fear. It’s collision sent
horribly jolting impact waves through the flesh I lay on. I awkwardly
scrambled away from it a short distance across her skin. Past the
distorted hand floating above me, that immense yet familiar face was
peering down happily over her impressive breasts. It was almost like
she was gazing down at me while standing at the edge of some sort of
a cliff that I lay below. No- it wasn't a cliff- it was a pit. I was
in a pit and she was staring down at me with a smile on her enormous
face.
“Please,”
I whispered as I sniffed wetly, “just leave me alone.”
The
unblemished fingertip rested for a moment, surrounded by a slightly
dished divot in her flesh that had been formed by it's massive
presence there. Her digit then lifted away and glided over me,
hanging menacingly downward.
The
blonde goddess was smirking, thoroughly enjoying the power she had
over me as I held up my tiny arms, cringing fearfully. I was gently
dominated by the tip of her fingernail which slowly descended onto
me. The edge of it, as thick as a door, affectionately and gently
crushed me from tiny hips to my chest against the bronze skin of her
stomach. The goddess briefly studied me as she kept me pinned there
and then frowned playfully.
“Aww.
are you crying? What's wrong? Don't you think that it would be quite
nice if there ended up being a noticeable difference in the health of
my cuticles? Hmm? That would be wonderful, right, Steve?”
Her
finger lifted off of me and it's nail lightly touched my face as I
tried to turn away. She was grinning.
“Well,
I think it would be good for you to have a responsibility. Something
that you can feel proud of- a sense of accomplishment. It's also very
fitting that you should help me with that,
you know. I am
your Finger Goddess, after all. You'll need to pitch in if you want
me to stay as pretty as I can possibly be.”
I
was forced down by a nudge from the giant nail against my chest. She
smiled peacefully as she gently dabbed at my exhausted, reddened
testicles with it’s edge. I flinched, but I was too exhausted to do
much more than that even though it was quite uncomfortable.
“Caring
for my hands and feet can be a lot of work, Steve. It always is. I’m
a perfectionist. Cynthia at work- you remember her, right? You had
met her a few times back before you went off to college. Remember?
Brown hair? Tall Hispanic lady? Well, she thinks I’m obsessive, you
know, about my nails. She likes to make fun of me sometimes. She’s
always accusing me of using too many surgical gloves, you know, to
protect my hands. Honestly, I hate wearing the things. I’ve never
gotten used to how much they make my hands sweat when I’ve got them
on. God, I can’t stand them. I forgot where I was even going with
that. Oh well.”
With
a parting slap to my penis, the colossal index finger lifted off of
me and her thumb's pad rubbed for a moment against it directly above
me. She must have had an itch or a splattering of my cum on one of
her sensitive fingertips. The ridges engraved in her flesh ran
against each other made a deep almost aggressive and rather alien
sound. I grimaced, horrified by the strange noise as I peered upwards
at those bulky, intimidating appendages moving rapidly enough to
buffet me with short bursts of violent air. Then the hand suddenly
accelerated away, creating a gust of chasing wind that staggered my
little form. It had flown away to quickly scratch under her nose with
the tip of a nail as the goddess stared down at me.
“Well,
at least I know that you'll be a willing participant in our little
experiment. You're going to be quite happy to be my little helper,
aren't you? I suppose that I should probably look up what exactly the
male body requires to make plenty of sperm long term. See
if a special diet is
needed, you know, so that
you don’t become
malnourished from it. I think that I’ll ask Kathy to bring me a new
eyedropper from her shop. Though your meals will be so tiny, won’t
they? I suppose you can just lick a little drop of whatever I end up
deciding to make for you off of one of my fingertips. At least until
I get you some proper dolly dishes. You would just love
that, wouldn’t you,
Steve?”
The
immense being chuckled thunderously.
My
vision blurred from regretful tears, though I didn't really want to
see her any longer. I was her tiny, captive pet now- and she... She
was my... my very real...
“God,
the thought of making you cum on my cuticles like that everyday for
me is so hot! It makes me want to go again- but it's so late. I just
have to go to sleep now! Hmm. Maybe tomorrow night we can see what
you're capable of? But, for now, let's just get you tucked in. I
usually sleep naked, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to sleep in
some fresh underwear- just for you. Now then, my wonderful, beautiful
little pet...”
One
vast hand glided past her breasts and flew low over my head. The hot
flesh I crouched upon quivered as a heavy impact rippled through it.
I heard swishing, the creaking of protesting fabric. Before I could
turn to look behind me at whatever spectacle was playing out, a
shadow darkened everything around me. Her other hand was hovering
ominously above me and it's index finger dropped, intercepting me as
I tried to scramble away. The fingertip nudged me, hard enough to
push me rolling across her skin. A thunderous laugh split the air as
the huge digit pursued me. I was gently nudged several more times by
it's fingernail in the same direction. I tumbled underneath of the
stretched awning of her panties, pried and held upward by a stout,
beautiful thumb. I yelped as I crashed through a tangle of stiff
pubic hair. I found myself face down, my tiny body suspended up off
of her skin by the strength of the honey-blonde filaments surrounding
and supporting me.
My
ears popped and the air was partially driven from my lungs as the
white silk canopy crashed back into place. The skin beneath of me
quaked and I could hear a loud rustling behind me. I struggled
against the cable-like pubic hair surrounding me, managing to crane
my neck around enough to witness a huge finger breaching the elastic
waistband. It plowed across the covered field of wiry hair, feeling
for me as it came. It stroked across my body once before dominating
me. I was gently pinned beneath the colossal pad of her fingertip
against her skin as the scent of lotion seared my nasal passages.
“You're
going to be so nice and warm in here, Steven,” the enormous woman
chuckled. “Perfectly safe- provided you stay away from my legs.
Sometimes I like to curl up and sleep on my side. That would be a
dangerous place for my teeny tiny doll to end up. Very bad.”
I
was crying and I desperately kissed the ridges pressed into my face.
“Please don't leave me here, mom! This was all a terrible
misunderstanding! I just want to be-”
“Don't
worry, if I have to make a late night run to the bathroom I'll be
sure to remove you first. But, there will be no exploring for you
this evening! Do you understand me? I don't want to find you
suffocating in some crevice -or worse- tomorrow morning.”
I
tried to wrap my legs around her fingertip as it raised off of me,
but I failed. The digit hovered directly over me, menacing me with
the tip of her long nail.
“If
you try and crawl out of my panties or get up to some other mischief
and wake me up tonight, you'll be punished. Do you understand?”
The
edge of her fingernail blindly lowered onto me, pressing onto the
lower half of my torso and one thigh demonstratively. I gritted my
teeth against the pressure, slapping my hands against the broad curve
of carefully smoothed keratin as I groaned.
“Playtime
is over, Steve. Don't tickle me or you might get accidentally
smushed. It's very important that I get a good night's sleep.”
The
fingertip slid backwards out of the waistband with a deafening snap.
The
landscape quaked and tilted, tossing me sideways. I desperately held
on to her pubic hair as the soft glow of her bedside lamp went out
with a distant click. Outside forces buffeted and crushed her panties
downward against her pubic hair as she situated the sheet and blanket
to her satisfaction around her colossal form. There was a long moment
of quiet and then the ominous sound of something gigantic forcing
it's way through the sheet and blanket. What could only be a massive
finger felt around from outside of her panties, collapsing the silk
canopy against her skin as it went. It finally found the tiny lump of
my huddled form and it pressed me into her skin.
I
could easily hear her distant, tired voice, “Just so you know,
Steve, this is also a fantasy of mine. I've always wanted to keep a
little person inside of my... Well, I guess you really need no
further explanation, do you? You've made me so very happy. So
happy...” The goddess chuckled sleepily to herself as I was gently
stroked through the material of her underwear.
“Good
night, my teeny-tiny dolly. I hope you have a peaceful sleep. I know
that I will.”
After
her finger finally left me alone I curled into a ball and softly
wept.
I
was nothing more an insect stranded in my own mother's pubic hair
like some sort of a weird parasite. I listened to the deep breathing
of my gigantic captor until I drifted off into sleep myself.
22. Snug by V11
I
was snapped out of my dream. My eyes shot open and I recoiled,
blinking. Brilliant light illuminated the steep slope of- what was
this place? My eyes were still blurry from sleep. Is this? What? A
vineyard? A greenhouse? I couldn't see well enough and so I wiped my
eyes vigorously before forcing them as wide as I could several times
to try and clear them. The plants, if that was what they were- they
were not in rows, but tangled together and I was right in the midst
of them. Strange that their sinuous vines had no leaves, no branching
limbs, and they bore no fruit. I took hold of one that was wrapped
around my leg and up my naked torso. I pried it away and looked at
it. It was wiry and it seemed almost like plastic filament. It was
quite glossy too- like darkly golden, almost translucent glass.
These
were not plants- or not like any plants I had ever seen before. I
knew something was wrong. I was completely disoriented, but more than
that, I was forgetting something. What was I forgetting?
It
was hot, like a greenhouse might be. But this place lacked the earthy
and rich smell of plants. It smelled like? The vague scent of a
laundry sheet and something else much more musky. I blinked
forcefully several times and rubbed my eyes again, annoyed with my
still-blurry vision. A white tarp billowed overhead, protecting the
golden crop from the sun- or perhaps rain? Why was I here, and more
importantly- why had I been sleeping on the dirt beneath of these
plants?
A
short distance away from me suddenly the white tarp roof was lifted
upward at a single, central point. There had been a strange swishing
noise, yet no groaning of wood or steel. Something big, much bigger
than the girth of a telephone pole had raised it at this point,
making a neat triangular opening of it's edge. I could not see what
had propped it up clearly, the white fabric had been forced into a
great twisted bulge just in front of the thing. But through this new
opening, beyond this place I woke up within... There was a landscape!
In the distance I saw hills. Were those hills? Huge shapes moved
beyond the boundary of this triangular aperture. What was that? What
the fuck was-
I
was suddenly hysterically screaming at what I had briefly glimpsed
beyond the white canopy. It was then that I realized where I really
was. Gigantic things collided with the triangular opening, distorting
it as they forced their way in. The pair of colossal, pinching digits
overwhelmed my sight. The index finger and thumb’s vast, rounded
shapes obscuring everything else beyond them as they came on. They
flattened the pubic hairs that they plowed through with a deafening
rustling sound. I could feel the air forced past my naked body from
their intruding, colossal forms pushing it ahead of them like a train
going through a tunnel. The dreadfully familiar digits trapped me
between their hot, monstrous pads, almost knocking me unconscious
from their impact and great bulk. I was encased almost completely in
firm, humidly glittering skin and I was forcibly dragged free of the
golden filaments wrapped around my body.
I
was lifted out into the blinding light just in front of a vast, bare
and quite obviously feminine stomach. I shot upward quickly through
the roaring wind. Up towards the top of a living, colossal tower, up
past enormous naked breasts capped with huge areolae. Up to the top
of her,
merely sitting up in her bed
The
tremendous middle-aged goddess had hair that was a mess and she was
bleary-eyed from sleep. I couldn't help but to shriek in a panic as
her colossal form overwhelmed my senses. She smiled happily at the
faint, soft sounds of my terror. That vast face gazed down on me with
genuine affection and then her other monstrous hand lifted into view.
It was a bizarre contrast to see her impeccable digits floating right
beside that oily face with her glassy eyes and rat's nest of unkempt
hair.
A
panic-inducing index finger unfolded and the tip of it grew truly
gigantic as it came at me. She carefully pushed the blunt edge of
it's long, bowed nail against my cheek and ear. I was babbling
nonsensically, my eyes huge with shock. The immense being forced my
head harshly against the dense curve of the thumb's pad which held
me. I could see her smile with delight as she listened to my now much
more shrill screams. She kept my pitifully tiny head pinned there
using her fingernail for a moment while she seemed to relish my
terror before releasing it.
The
fingertip slowly came in to overwhelm my vision again. The colossal
pad stroked it's length across my head, scrubbing my forehead and
scalp with the deep ridges of her fingerprint. Then it leveled the
blunt edge of it's nail at my face once again, repeatedly pressing
gently against my tiny mouth as if she were forcing mock kisses from
me as I grimaced.
Finally
the sleepy goddess removed her fingertip completely from my view.
Without a word, her mighty fingers carefully placed me into the
makeup compact and the lid was swung into place. A plump thumb pad
collided down onto the clear plastic above me and I shuddered as I
gazed up at it. My point of view immediately made me realize the
actual very real horror of ever being trapped underneath either one
of her tremendous thumbs like a bug. The ridged skin above me
distorted and whitened noticeably as the huge pad bulged, fattening
against the ominously creaking lid. I trembled and hugged myself as
it's incredible might effortlessly snapped the lid closed with a
sound as loud as a cannon being fired.
My
little plastic prison accelerated sideways and it was discarded at an
angle against a huge swell of blanket on the bed.
My
skyscraper sized mother sat on the side of her bed next to the
compact and stretched with a yawn before grabbing a bottle of lotion
off of the bedside table. I watched as she methodically rubbed an
incredible amount of lotion into her hands and feet before patiently
applying an elongated, curved dollop of lotion onto the cuticles of
all twenty of her digits. Then, the goddess left that all in place as
she rose to a dizzying height right next to where I lay trapped. This
was simply
my mother- a woman who was perhaps only
5 foot 2 inches (157 cm) tall. But she was towering, colossal and
terribly distorted from my tiny point of view. I moaned and covered
my head fearfully as she thundered away to the bathroom's mirror,
clad in only her panties.
I
laid there, imprisoned within the closed compact as she performed her
morning hygiene routine. From such a great distance away she actually
looked normal and sane to me. But, my prison was just a small,
unimportant object, discarded amid the gigantic and crumpled chaos of
her unmade bed. She finally turned towards me and thundered back
across the room, each of her steps decisively
transformed her as
she drew near. She
changed from someone that I could instantly recognize into a
distorted monster composed mainly of immense thighs, hips and vast
swaying hands towering above me just beyond the edge of the mattress.
The
goddess sat on the edge of the bed once again, creating muffled,
ominous sounds as the mattress accepted her weight- sounds like a
glacier adjusting, booming and moaning far below one’s icy footing.
I watched as she began to methodically rub in the remaining lotion
around the entire perimeter of each one of her nails. Halfway through
this routine of hers, the goddess smiled to herself and then slyly
glanced down at the compact holding me. She laughed thunderously as
she caught me nearly pressed against the clear plastic lid so that I
could watch her. I jumped back from the transparent plastic and
huddled down into a squat to hopefully hide myself from her gaze. It
didn't work.
“There
is absolutely no reason to be shy, my little dolly,” she thundered
with a delighted smile. “It's fine if you watch. As a matter of
fact, I insist that you do. Like I told you last night- I know that
you and I are going to get along just fine. We definitely have some
very... complimentary interests. You know what? I'm thinking that
this could even develop into an almost symbiotic
relationship between us. What do you think, dolly?”
The
goddess laughed like thunder.
“I
know that you've never had very good luck with women Steve, poor
little thing. But, don't worry, I won't ever reject you. The
particular kind of relationship that I have in mind for us will be
entirely different than anything you've ever experienced before now.”
She
was grinning down on me and I could not help but feel a pang of shame
and simultaneously some amount of anger at her casual mockery of my
limited, unfortunate sex life.
“I
think that as an incurable underachiever you might come to really
appreciate the...
arrangement I’m
thinking about.
I'm going to keep you warm and safe and nicely protected. You
will always be
very close
to me, and you... Well, you're just going to be a bug to me. Oh, you
know- like a bee or something. Like a tiny worker drone. You're going
to be my very own little cuticle tender. Perhaps, 'cuticle
pollinator'? You know- since I'm going to want all of your semen
everyday? What do you think? Do you think ‘pollinator’ is a more
accurate name for your new role?”
I
grimaced and covered my ears just in time as she laughed again.
“I'm
not sure of the correct term. But, if you were considered a
pollinator, wouldn't that mean that I'm your Queen? Oh, but I'm much
more than that to you now, aren't I?”
I
immediately crouched as a huge hand lowered. The tops of the row of
relaxed, vertically downward hanging fingers completely obstructing
my view of anything else beyond the plastic lid. The lovely digits
fluttered playfully right in front of my prison. The tops of her
giant, elegantly curved fingernails gently impacted against the
lens-like lid with horrible, earsplitting sounds, like naval guns
being rapidly fired. I cried out, clamping my hands to my ears. I was
badly shaken like I was caught in an earthquake as the compact
shuddered violently. The unreal digits then lifted away, revealing
her smiling down on me. I was quite nauseous and my ears were
ringing.
The
colossal woman pivoted her ass on the edge of the bed to face towards
me with a low rumble. Her closest leg was lifted and bent tightly
against her stomach as she shifted even more towards me. Her foot
cleared the edge of the bed and then touched down onto the crumpled
blanket in front of my plastic confinement. She reached out and
adjusted the compact to squarely face her foot and then flexed her
beautiful toes topped with swirls of lotion as large as I was as she
giggled.
“Now,
I want you to watch me finish, little bug.”
A
pretty hand lowered over her toes and she made a show of slowly
rubbing the lotion into the cuticle on each enormous digit. I could
not help but to grow hard as far above me she perversely smiled while
finishing her task. Her expression wasn't entirely a mocking, knowing
smirk. There was some tenderness there, and some affectionate pride
as well. After a little while the goddess was satisfied and she got
up, thundering around the room. I caught brief glimpses of her
towering form against the distant ceiling as she roamed about getting
dressed in her hospital
clothes.
The
enormous woman quickly applied her makeup and then my little prison
was plucked up as she left for the kitchen. I slid helplessly back
and forth with the tumultuous rocking of her thunderous, shuddering
movement. I found myself abandoned onto the kitchen table as she made
breakfast at the distant counter.
My
mother eventually returned, a bowl held in both hands. The closer she
got to where I sat, the more her vast body distorted visually. When
she had become a looming, terrifying tower just off the edge of the
table, a tremor shook everything as the steaming bowl was placed
down. I had to shut my eyes tightly while she took a seat due to how
awful the rapid movements of her immense form were.
Her
vast breasts and head took up one entire side of the kitchen table. I
felt my spirits sink even lower into a now all-too-familiar anxiety
at what I gazed upon outside my plastic saucer. Her beautiful yet
alarming hands were now level with me. They moved about, seeming
quite disproportionately gigantic in comparison with her shoulders
and head from my tiny point of view. Her hands truly ruled everything
upon the vast plain of the table- including myself if she wished it.
As she ate her oatmeal the goddess briefly examined the logo sticker
on the shrink device. I watched as she looked the company up on her
phone. I flinched every time I heard the gunshot-like clack of a huge
fingernail against the glass screen protector as she scrolled through
the page while quietly enjoyed her breakfast.
The
cruel goddess shook her head and began to loudly laugh. She gazed
down on me as one monstrous hand swept across the table and
surrounded my plastic prison. I sped upwards to her face and a vast
thumb pried open the compact's lid with it's healthy nail.
“Hello
there, my little morsel!” Her looming face was smiling as she held
the compact closer to her eyes. “Well, I knew those devices were
expensive to rent, but the quotes on that website are absurd!”
Her
hovering hand came over my little compartment. Her thumb and index
finger crowded in over me. “That was a certainly costly for you,
wasn't it? Especially with your current means. I'm guessing that you
took out a loan, right? With your credit, probably something
short-term with a high rate too? That wasn't very wise, Steve. You’ve
been living hand-to-mouth for so long- and without any savings at all
I bet. If you don't somehow pay that off you'll default and become
homeless as well as end up in court.”
The
goddess smiled as her immense fingertips invaded the rectangular tray
I lay within. Her index finger's pad dominated my slender body and
delicately rolled me to the center of the compartment. I was shouting
obscenities while I struggled against the massive, invulnerable tips
of her digits. She whispered softly as I was effortlessly immobilized
in a pinch, “Shh. My, what a pretty little doll you are! Let's get
you out of there now.”
I
was carefully laid down next to the gigantic abandoned spoon. I
scurried up onto my feet and backed away from the smirking goddess
filling the sky above me.
“Aww.
You really are impossibly cute like this, Steve! But, where exactly
do you think you're going?”
I
shielded my body uselessly with my arms as a fingertip effortlessly
trapped me to the table beneath of it. The cruel being giggled as she
held me there beneath the golden column of flesh. The minty scent of
phantom toothpaste made my eyes sting. The morning light coming in
through the windows of her kitchen fell brightly across the table and
I realized that the skin on the colossal fingertip subduing me was
translucent to a certain, limited degree. The well moisturized flesh
of her digit was lit up, almost glowing as the light scattered
through it's topmost layers like cloudy amber.
“Easy
now. Your Goddess needs you to stay still while she thinks. Let's
see, I bet you got a loan of ten, maybe twelve thousand dollars, at
something at least like at least a twenty-seven percent rate? If I
paid it off all at once for you instead of installment payments...
Hmm, I suppose I would be able to save a bit of money then. Do you
think your worth some of my savings, Steve? That's a lot of money for
a tiny young man not even the length of one of my thumbnails. But,
the better question actually is: do I really want to purchase a real
little dolly all for myself? Hmm. That's an easy question for me to
answer, but how about a little breakfast? You've got to be hungry.
Giant Julie needs to make an important phone call and tie up some of
the loose ends you've left for me to take care of.”
I
was carefully picked up and lowered into the bowl. Congealing oatmeal
that she had not managed to extract with her spoon coated the inside
of it in streaks. The intruding index finger touched it’s nail
against the side of my head. “You had best eat your fill, it is
going to be a long day- for both of us.”
My
mother tapped her phone, bringing it to life. Her immense body stood,
soaring upwards into the air as the chair behind her hurt my ears as
it slid backwards. As she turned away and thundered to her bedroom I
could hear her speaking to someone. “Hi. It's me. Listen, can you
do me a favor?” With that, the bedroom door shut and I was left
alone, trapped in the bowl.
It
was several minutes before the bedroom door opened and I had managed
to keep the oatmeal off of me as I ate. A terrible, now familiar
panic tried to take hold of me as the dull booms of her footsteps
grew in strength. The distorted, towering form of my smiling mother
filled up the sky above me. An alarmingly huge thumb hooked itself
over the edge of the bowl with a bone-jarring thump. I trembled as I
became acutely aware of how absolutely massive and thick it’s giant
pad was as it bulged slightly, resisting the bowl’s weight. I was
pressed into the cold glaze of the bowl’s bottom by sudden strong
acceleration as the bowl was lifted skyward with a harsh blast of
wind. My destination was to hover just below her immense
breasts covered by her loose fitting hospital scrub top. Her neck and
smiling face loomed above me as one half of the sky. The smell of her
perfume and cosmetics quickly mixed with the scent of cold oatmeal. I
felt quite anxious and vulnerable as the beautiful, colossal thumb
subtly tightened down against the bowl’s rim.
“We've
got to get going, Steve, I don't want to be late. The supervising
nurse is very strict.” A shadow covered me from the opposite side
from her hulking thumb. The fingers of her other hand surrounded me
and cruelly caught me between their nails. I was squeezed so much
that I could not stop my bladder from emptying. My mother either
didn't notice or did not mind as she plucked me up and deposited the
bowl into the kitchen sink.
My
mother began to walk, the hand holding me hovering in front of her
chest, my tiny form trapped cruelly between her nails. This was the
first time I had been exposed to the open air as she moved without
any sort of shelter from her vast flesh or from the makeup compact.
Her gigantic walking stride must have been several hundred miles per
hour to me. Tears were soon forcibly slipping out of the outer
corners of my eyes. They wet my ears as they were blown back into my
hair by the strength of the fierce wind that I had to contend with.
The giant goddess took me to her bedroom and sat on the bed with a
terrible rumbling sound. I was lowered down and released next to a
small piece of medical tape and a square of gauze medical dressing
that both lay on the comforter.
“Alright...
Hmm. Let me just arrange a nice little nest for you.”
I
watched as the giantess propped her right foot's sole across her left
knee. She wrapped the square of gauze around the shaft of her second
toe like a sleeve and secured it with the bit of tape. “There! It's
like a safe little pouch for an orphaned baby kangaroo! Oh, that's
just too funny! At least it will give you nice warm place where you
can stay away from my pretty toes when I'm doing my rounds.”
I
could take no more. I pounded my fists on the gigantic weave of the
blanket as a desperate rage overwhelmed me. I punched and kicked the
immense fingers closing on me but my mother didn't even seem to
notice, bubbling cheerfully as she delicately captured me.
“You
will be so nice and safe in here! I'll wiggle my toe to let you know
that it's time for you to get tucked in for a ride. I don't mind if
you tickle me, Steve, I'm actually hoping that you do. You'll
certainly ease my boredom if everything is slow today!”
The
tube of gauze was pried away with a fingernail from her other hand
and I wept despondently as she slid me into place. “I guess that
this is really your first official day as my teeny-tiny little toe
pet. Don't worry, Steve, everything is going to be just fine. Just
remember, both of us are going to be learning the ins and outs of
this. But, maybe, if everything goes well and you're very good...
Well, you'll just have to be well-behaved enough to find out, won't
you? God- I'm going to end up being late if I keep giving in to the
temptation of interacting with you. You're very distracting, my
lovely little doll.”
The
world spun and I tightly embraced the thick and hot pillar of her
second toe as best I could. Suddenly, there was a strange rustling
sound and the world beyond the gauze tube was blotted out by white
fabric. As my mother slid her stocking in place I could feel the
static electricity causing my hair to bristle.
It
was only a few moments later that my world grew dark. I winced at the
deafeningly loud creaking noise of her leather shoe. There were
frighteningly deep rumbling sounds as it slid into place, sounds I
felt on my skin more than I could actually hear. My ears popped from
the sudden pressure change. Her footwear tightened noisily as she
tied her laces. Then my world was filled with terror and deafening
sound as my mother began to walk.
23. Hell Boat by V11
What
was it like being the size of the bug and trapped in my mother's
shoe?
This
will make little sense, but it is as close as I can come to a basic
description of the hell I found myself in...
Being
inside of my mother's stocking, within her tightly laced shoe? It was
as if someone, somewhere had tried to explain to an insane god what
being on an ocean-going fishing boat was actually like and this being
had decided to re-create what they did not fully comprehend. It was a
bit like a mad, inside-out fishing trawler. Let me explain…
I
was confined inside of her shoe, which was basically an unseen and
immense leather hull. This gigantic cavern bucked and rocked as if in
a storm, it groaned and squealed as it's great structure was forcibly
deformed by the immense woman's steps. I was kept from being flung
and killed against it's walls not just by the gauze lair wrapped
around her toe, but also by a vast white net- my mother's stocking.
As the day wore on, bits of flotsam, like limp and fragrant fish,
began to collect in the weave of the rope-like threads which composed
it.
As
the goddess moved about, the humidity within my prison quickly
climbed and I found myself in a pungent sauna. I became coated in
something much saltier and thicker than seawater. It wasn't long
before my pitiful body began to have trouble resisting the surface
tension of my mother's sweat. It was like a glue and sometimes my
tiny limbs were insufficient to overcome it. I frequently found
myself completely adhered to the ridged, glistening monsters or the
stocking itself.
The
smelly hull and it's swishing, sliding net were there to keep me
inside with the leviathans and I was simply there to keep the
leviathans happy. My tiny and naked body was the helpless plaything
of these bulbous monstrosities. I simply could not escape my mother's
toes. I was hemmed in on all sides by the stocking, turning her shoe
into an arena where I was forced to contend with the giant, gently
writhing digits. To contrast my situation simply: my mother's mighty
fingers had precisely tortured me, her long, elegant fingernails
often used like giant tweezers that were guided by her eyes. The
hulking toes were blind and had to rely on their sense of touch, the
fleshy and quite mobile flower scented walls could only
indiscriminately crush and trap and squeeze... and stroke.
In
the first hour I had lost what little remained in my stomach from my
breakfast. The giant big toe took it's time smearing my own vomit
everywhere, including into my own skin. My unfortunate purge made
little difference to the smell or the texture of the clinging brine
and it was quickly replaced with fresh sweat that perpetually bathed
me.
In
the second hour I was pressed so harshly beneath the bulbous pad of a
monstrous toe that I ejected all other “matter” which resided in
my body. Again, it made little difference to the smell in this humid
place. It was quickly dispersed, replaced by more sweat which oozed
from the ridged walls that cradled and stifled my trembling form.
I
belonged almost exclusively to the colossal and apparently quite
selfish big toe. Once it had initially found me I was never left
alone by it for very long. If I tried to move away while it was
relaxed and immobile, the shoe would tilt in whatever direction was
needed and I would slide beneath of it. I would be quickly dominated,
my entire body sandwiched between it's hot flesh and the combination
of netting and the sour, waxy sole of the shoe. I was it's captive,
it's own personal toy, simply a pathetic and weak pet to be savaged
beneath the tons of it's sweaty flesh or to hang plastered to it's
vast, plump curvature.
I
spent hours being slowly stroked by the huge leviathan. These
sessions went on for so long that I wondered if my pitiful diaphragm
muscle might simply give up trying to fill my lungs with air to
sustain my life. If there was one overriding thing that I had learned
from my time inside of her shoe it was that due to her indulgent
beauty routines her toes were incredibly sensitive. I would be pinned
beneath of the colossal big toe and then each of my slender limbs
would be isolated and slowly felt by the blind colossus, nearly
crushing them each time. The curved wall of heavily ridged toe pad
dominating me would react with dreadful and perverted affection each
time it found my tiny genitals. I don't know how many times I was
forced to climax. I was caressed and brutalized until it seemed that
I had been completely milked dry. Still the dense and merciless flesh
played with me in the thickly humid darkness.
There
was a point where she briefly checked on me, perhaps after lunch- I
wasn't sure. Her foot was removed from her shoe and laid upon her
other thigh. I had been adhered to the front of her big toe's pad for
the last hour or so where I was protected from the press of the hose
and being inadvertently smashed against the wall of the shoe by the
generous overhang of her garish pink toenail. I blinked in the
blinding light as the relatively cold air caused me to gasp. Were we
in a bathroom stall? An office? I couldn't tell. I was stroked by a
monstrous finger through the stocking for a little bit before she
spoke to me.
“I
just got done calling my bank on the phone, Steve. Everything has
been taken care of.”
I
didn't know what she was talking about. Her conversation with me at
breakfast was temporarily forgotten because of my limited memory.
“Such
a delicate little dolly. I bet you're quite tired from me playing
with you inside of my shoe all morning. Poor thing. How about some
rest in a safe place for a while?”
She
was chuckling as her gigantic fingernails forcibly moved me up the
bulbous flesh of her toe. The stretched, rope-like netting of her
hose was driven painfully into my naked skin by the cruel edges of
her nails prodding me through it. My slender, pitiful body was
carefully lodged in beneath of her long toenail as I screamed and
struggled uselessly.
“You'll
be nice and dry under here. Very well protected too- safe beneath a
good, strong roof.”
My
mother laughed explosively and then blew my trapped and crying form a
kiss. She smirked while the colossal big toe that held me slowly
scrunched. The crevice tightened as
the huge toe pad bulged,
mercilessly squeezing me. She giggled softly at the just audible
squeaks of terror coming from her toes.
“God,
I’ve got to stop. You’re just going to end up making me all wet
if I don’t. I still have half a shift to contend with. Stay under
there and just try to get some sleep, alright? Once I get back out on
the floor and to the nurse’s station I’ll try and remember to not
move my toe for a while… Just as long as I can, okay?”
I
was plunged back into darkness as her shoe was slid on and tied. The
hellish quakes of her walking immediately dislodged me from beneath
of her toenail, leaving me once again plastered to the bulging, humid
behemoth.
I
knew that I could no longer stay out in the open where my mother's
mighty toes could capture me. When she had stopped walking I decided
to fight my way back to the drenched gauze sleeve which clung to the
pillar of her second toe. The best path back to my foul hideaway was
grueling. For my own safety I was forced to crawl up the side of the
plump big toe to it's top. It was slow going and I often tickled my
mother. Her colossal toe would react, repeatedly rearing upwards in
protest. When it did so, the mesh of her hose would instantly
tighten. I would be brutally pinned against the curved and heavily
ridged wall as I would hear a muted giggle or a distant and whispered
reprimand.
Once
I had reached the top of her big toe I was exhausted. I dragged
myself down the length of the convex, enormous toenail until I
reached it's base. I spent a half hour recovering, my wet and naked
body nestled against her impeccably smooth cuticle. It was as wide as
I was long while slightly curled up and I fit against it perfectly.
Where I had chosen to rest was not lost on me at all. I alternated
between being disgusted and aroused as I felt the low, rounded ledge
of hot flesh press against my naked backside almost like a lover
sleeping against me. I won't mention what I did past that point while
I rested there because of the shame I still feel whenever I think
about it. Suffice to say, my mother had broken me, broken my mind,
that was for certain.
Finally
I got moving again. I caught myself laughing at my hellish
predicament as I slowly crawled along and it frightened me. I was
crawling across a landscape made of my own mother's wet, fragrant
flesh. I was just a bug, a fragile parasite deliberately trapped on
one of her stunning, colossal feet. As I approached total exhaustion
my destination was finally reached. I slowly slid my sore body into
the relative safety of the little gauze sleeve that was taped in
place around her enormous second toe. I gingerly eased myself down
the jumbled cotton wall trying not to tickle her until the toe's
trunk was the ceiling above me.
My
dignity and my mind were completely gone at that point. My mother's
overwhelming physical presence had finally completely broken me. It
had become so obvious to me, I belonged to her now.
With
tears in my eyes, I pressed my exhausted body tightly against her
second toe's intimidating form as I kissed it. I set about filling my
mouth with the taste of her gigantic, endless flesh. I whispered
words of deranged adoration, my face pressed against the tacky ridges
and shifting seams while the huge big toe outside tried
unsuccessfully to peel me free from my cocoon.
I
eventually regained some of my stamina but not my sanity. I made love
to the rounded, sewer pipe sized body of giant toe pressed against me
that protected me from it's brutal sisters. I filled just a tiny
length of a tiny seam on it's thick skin with my own seed.
Hours
passed. The goddess was walking but I was content and I did not care.
I had her stinking and wet, magnificent flesh pressed against the
entire front of my naked body. That glorious and hammering pulse that
throbbed into me seemed to almost keep me perpetually drowsy. It was
almost like being rocked like a baby.
I
vaguely recognized a vehicle engine droning on before I drifted off
to featureless dreams once again.
Voices.
The familiar laugh of my mother. Then, another laugh- also familiar.
Who was that? My tiny eyes opened and I pulled my face away from the
saliva coated flesh. They were laughing again, intermingled, each a
reflection of the other. Almost the same laugh, almost the same exact
voice.
My
sister, Kathy! Where were we? At my mother's home? At Kathy's house?
I listened for the sound of Kathy's children but I could only hear
the dull, constant roar of distant conversation. Then, suddenly, a
hairdryer began it's low howl.
My
mother had gone to visit my sister at the salon that she owned. I
strained to listen to their words but I was too small and too hidden
to enjoy any clarity at all. I eventually drifted off once again.
A
car engine shutting off. The stomach wrenching accelerations and
explosive pounding as the goddess walked.
Soon
there was a sound all around me, close by. Rumbling.
Creaking.
The creaking of leather. Something huge was attacking the top of the
shoe, scraping against it.
Laces
loosening.
My
ears popped and I was blinded by light. The light brought with it
cold, fresh air. The shoe was gone and my stomach lurched as the
gigantic foot, my world and torture chamber for the day, lifted.
“There
we go! Did you have a good day at mommy's pretty toes?” the thunder
said, “You stay right where you are, Steve. Let me just get this
stocking off. Don't you dare move.”
I
realized that I had missed the sound her thunderous voice unimpeded
by the muted interior of her shoe. A strange roaring noise assaulted
my ears from everywhere. The horrible sound was the stocking being
removed and I clung even tighter to the pillar-like trunk of her
second toe.
“Aww,
are you all snug and warm in your little hideaway?” A shadow cut
off all of the light streaming in through the damp layers of cotton
mesh. Something huge pressed against my backside and I was slowly
crushed into the hot flesh of her toe. “Such a teeny tiny lump!
Let's get you out of there now.”
24.
Kathy by V11
The
gauze tube violently shuddered as the huge goddess picked at it,
trying to peel part of it away from the base of her toe. Hard and
smooth things finally grasped one of my tiny ankles and I was ripped
backwards out of my gauze hideout.
I
dangled upside down in the cold air, shivering and suddenly covered
in goosebumps. I was blinking painfully, my eyes tearing from a
combination of the salt and the light. Another set of immense fingers
glided in close and they reached for me. Her terrible nails carefully
pinched against my torso. I was lifted into the air and sped away
from the bare foot which rested across an immense knee. It was only
then that I realized my mother's fingernails had been painted a
medium shade of lavender.
“God,
mom! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Don't pick him up like that
using just your nails! You're going to hurt him!”
I
trembled as I turned towards the blast of thunderous words and almost
fainted. I struggled to take in the sight of my older sister Kathy's
mountainous form. My mother was sitting on her couch, but my sister
Kathy was standing. I honestly couldn't help my reaction to seeing
yet another person I was so incredibly familiar with at this scale. I
heard myself begin to babble, muttering under my breath like an old
man and then immediately my voice grew loud and ragged. I could not
keep from shrieking hysterically as I took in her immense form that
overwhelmed half of my vision.
“Oh
hush! He's fine, Kathy, really.”
There
was a dull boom as my sister took a step closer. Kathy's colossal
jean-clad hips filled my vision like the side of a swaying
skyscraper. My eyes became aware of movement above me and I tore my
gaze away from the extraordinary sight of her vast waist. Her
impossible face and breasts lowered in the sky overhead as she bent,
putting her hands onto her knees. Kathy looked almost identical to my
mother, but she was actually prettier with striking gray eyes. She
was also so much taller than my mother. My sister was even more
awe-inspiring and terrible to lay eyes on because of that at my size.
I grimaced and my scalp tingled as I realized that this quite
familiar yet now incredibly intimidating being was staring at my
pitifully trapped form.
When
Kathy and I were younger we often did not get along, like many
siblings. Kathy had always been proud that she was beautiful and she
was often quite vain about it. She could be cruel as well, especially
to me, her only rival for my mother's attention. Now Kathy was a vast
goddess and I had been reduced to merely a bug.
I
felt myself harden as that familiar face settled above me,
surrealistic and immense like some ridiculous special effect from a
movie. What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn't control my arousal
and I didn't want to be seen like this by my own sister! I
instinctively tried to cover my crotch, but I could no longer move my
arms. I jerked spasmodically back and forth as I continued to cry in
panic, straining to free them but I couldn't.
“Oh!
Look at him, mom! Are you sure you're not hurting him?”
My
mother's earsplitting voice behind me drowned out my tiny squeaks.
“He doesn't mind at all, as a matter of fact, he likes it. I told
you- at first he wanted to shrink himself down and paint my
fingernails. He was so disappointed when I explained that such a
thing was against hospital policy. I wasn't about to get written up
over something so stupid. Only when I refused that did he insist on
being allowed to paint my toenails instead. Like I told you earlier,
while he was working on my toes I had plenty of time to think about
how weird he had been about everything. It took a while to piece it
together, but I finally figured out exactly what had been off about
his behavior before I shrank him- he had been trying to look at my
fingers without getting caught. But, then as I was thinking about all
of that I realized that he was being really weird about my feet as
well. As I was laying there, trying to hold still for him I felt his
little legs straddling my toes, the little pervert. I'm surprised he
didn't just give up his stupid pretense and start rubbing himself all
over them right there and then. Speaking of which…”
My
mother lifted one of her legs and placed the heel of her shapely foot
onto the edge of the couch. As my sister watched, my mother brought
me down over her magnificent toes.
“You
were very good for me today inside of my shoe, weren't you?” she
cooed down at me affectionately. “Mommy enjoyed having your
struggling little body to play with whenever I got bored.”
“Oh
my god, mom! I thought that you just- You had him in your shoe the
entire time while at work? Weren't you worried about squishing him in
there?” Kathy thundered in shock at hearing our mother's casual
admission of what she had put me through during her shift at her job.
My mother didn't respond to Kathy's question.
“Well,
I think that someone deserves a special reward and I know exactly
what you'd like.”
The
colossal big toe lifted up to greet my tiny form. The giant
fingertips holding me began to gently stroke the front of my naked
body
against the cuticle at the base of her raised toe's nail.
“If
I position you just right... Hmm. Oh, I can feel it, just barely! I
told you that I had especially sensitive feet, didn't I, Steve? I can
feel everything!”
“Oh
God! Please- Don't do this to me- Not in front of Kathy!” I whined,
“I don't want her to know! I don't want- She'll see that I'm-” It
didn't matter, my cock was already rock hard despite having already
came several times earlier in the day.
As
she held me I was slowly moved over and over again along the same
route at the base of her toenail. She took extra care to ensure that
my penis and balls were always nestled in against the little
intersection where her toenail began and the velvety soft skin of her
cuticle ended. I grimaced as I twisted awkwardly against the giant,
flawless nails that gripped my tiny torso to look up into the sky
above. The vast, distorted tower of my sister's form watched as our
mother delicately violated me, her face filled with mild disgust.
“What
are you doing to him? God, mother, you can be so weird sometimes. You
know, I just have to ask- that polish your wearing is just awful!
It's so trashy looking! Why did you-”
The
towering goddess smiled happily as a giant fingertip gently buried my
tiny head face-first against her cuticle and kept it there for a long
moment, “Steve did that. Picked it out himself. I kind of like it.”
My
sexual humiliation had merely been noted by my sister. She was far
more interested in why my mother wore garishly pink polish on her
toenails. Why should I have been surprised at all? I was just a bug
to them. It was enough to push me over the edge and I blew my load
onto the well hydrated bulge of skin rimming my mother's toenail. The
goddess giggled thunderously as she felt me weakly squirm. As I was
lifted away I watched as her other hand swept in and it's lovely yet
intimidating thumb evenly spread my little dribble of semen across
her cuticle until it was all but invisible. Kathy just watched,
either not completely comprehending what had just transpired or she
was unaffected emotionally by our mother's monstrous perversity.
“Unfortunately,
this just isn't nearly as promising as I had hoped that it would be,
Steve. Oh, it would take all day to just get you to treat every toe
on just
one
of my feet.”
“What
are you talking about? Steve treating your- what does that even mean?
You want him to do what to your toes?”
“Ah-
so there is this very interesting article in the latest edition of...
You know, I'll just let you take the magazine home with you tonight,
Kathy. I've already marked the article. It talks about... Well...
You'll just have to read it.”
“My
mother is a crazy woman,” muttered Kathy under her breath before
she sighed. “You're going to drop him holding him like that. Why
are you even doing that?”
“Doing
what?”
“Well,
you're not at some sort of a fancy dinner party trying to look
elegant- and he definitely isn't an hors d'oeuvre. You keep moving
your hands around like some sort of- God, I don't know- Like an
actress from a 1950s refrigerator commercial. You know- like a hand
model in one of those late night infomercials. It's just creepy.”
My
mother laughed thunderously. She extended the little finger of the
hand which held me in a mockery of genteel dining manners as she
grinned.
“God,
Kathy, you know, I didn't realize that I was actually- Oh, that's
just so funny! Well, he's obsessed with my fingers- always has been,
I think. He thinks they're sexy. So, I suppose that I'm just giving
him what he wants. I'm being graceful- ladylike.
I'm emphasizing my
assets.”
Kathy
scrunched her nose as she gave my mother an exasperated, doubtful
expression. The thumb and index finger pinching me turned slowly in
the air, back and forth between the vast faces. I felt like a piece
of jewelry being looked over between a seller and a prospective
buyer. My eyes seemed to almost cross and they unfocused as the
afterglow of my orgasm and it's accompanying tide of endorphins swept
over me. There was something else to it as well, a strange sort of
blankness, as if I was drifting off into a deep sleep, like going
under anesthetic. It was happening again- my weird amnesia thing. I
managed to catch it happening this time, but there was nothing that I
could think to do at all to prevent it.
“You
know- I'm not actually hurting him by holding him like this,” my
mother thundered. “I know it looks like it, and he sure does
complain about it, but... I decided to handle him with my nails every
chance I get since he shrank to teach the little pervert a lesson. I
think by now he has realized that his sick fantasy was a terrible
idea. Too bad for you, hmm, Steve? Well, I guess that you never
should have let your secret slip around me.”
She
had just been talking- just now, the sting caused by her booming
voice still fading from my naked skin. Yet- what was it that she had
just said? How had I ended up here? Something was wrong with my mind-
that much I knew. It was as if I had just been reset, like my mind
was some electronic device that had been unplugged momentarily and
then reconnected once again. I was somehow completely interrupted. I
had lost the thread of consciousness, of awareness with no warning
whatsoever. But it was all still slipping away from me, even as I
realized it. She had been saying something about... I could not even
remember.
I
was confronted by my mother's other hand which floated up from below
her gigantic breasts. With the vivid nail polish I suddenly realized
that my mother now looked exactly how she used to when I was much
younger. Those remarkably youthful looking and lovely hands of hers-
hands that often seemed to me as
if they should not belong
on the same body when seen along with her somewhat plainer, yet still
quite pretty face. At this realization, some new piece of my mind
broke and I frowned in anguish, totally confused. I felt almost as
though... It wasn't possible, was it? Had I gone back through time?
But, wasn't I an adult now? How could I be that spindly and awkward
adolescent boy of my youth, and how could I be pinched like a large
bug between my own mother's fingers?
The
blunted tips of my mother's elegant lavender nails, each as thick as
a counter top, shifted against my aching, fragile flesh. I groaned as
the hard edges dug into my tiny ribs and tucked my chin down against
my neck in pain. I gazed blankly for a moment into the vast space
past my own feet and then I realized that my hard penis was standing
out from my trembling body, it's tip glossy, wet with my ejaculate.
My penis!!? My mind raced as I desperately clung to a tiny bit of
recovered memory that had actually taken place only minutes before.
She had- my entire body had been casually stroked against one of her
toes! She had deliberately ran my tiny penis against the cleft where
her cool and smooth toenail met the hot bulge of toe flesh bordering
it.
Until
I burst. Oh god. Was that even real?
I
gazed down to the distant floor. Her expensive looking feet rested
there on the carpet, now uncharacteristically immense, like huge
sculptures languishing in front of some newly opened art museum. My
eyes followed
all of the quite pronounced curves that they were composed of. The
rounded shapes of her heels, the prominent arches flowing into the
ample balls of her feet. Those digits, those wonderfully
formed and fresh looking…
My
eyes enjoyed slowly taking in a row of them. However, it was
inevitable that I got the end of that row...
I
was frowning as I took in her big toes. They
were lovely as well, but...
I was filled me with a
vague sort of instinctive dread upon seeing them. Each
of the intimidating,
giant digits was crowned with a remarkable
toenail. They were each
like a convex
and oval pink flower petal. But,
they seemed almost garishly over-sized, slightly overhanging the end
of each burly toe.
Those
stunning feet. Always
done up to be seen. Like
how other
women would do
their make up, or their hair. She
had stroked my-
I
wanted to be sick.
I
moaned and my eyes widened with effort as I fought to understand the
jumble of images presented to me by my mind. Just what had I done to
deserve such a horribly perverse punishment from her? How did my
mother even have the power to shrink me? That wasn't even possible!
I
could not remember any transgression that I might have committed. I
was just a teenage boy, right? I was working hard at my school tasks
and enjoying time with my few friends when I could. I was naked for
some reason and she had just caused me to... I was naked... Perhaps
she had caught me masturbating? Was that why I was naked? Had I been
somehow surprised by her presence and suddenly reduced to the size of
an insect in the middle of my own bed? I had no memory of it, but...
It would explain my lack of clothing.
I
could not help but to imagine what might have happened to me... The
muted thunder of her footsteps as my normally quite small mother had
drawn closer across the carpeted floor of my bedroom. I thought of
the terror she must have instilled in me as her towering, frowning
form loomed over the huge plateau of my bed. The unlikely blonde
goddess bending over me, reaching. One of her hands must have grown
so huge as to visually distort as it rapidly lowered over me. She
would have effortlessly plucked my helpless and shrieking form up
from exactly where I had been when shrunk- perhaps from next to an
opened pornographic magazine on my bed? How had she caught me in the
act? Had she come into my room without knocking to tell me something
or to kiss me goodnight?
That
was the only possible situation that could even come close to
explaining why she had just so brutally violated me, but there was no
logic to that. Why punish me like that? Why punish... my penis...
like that?
Besides- her actions were opposed in every way to the gentle and
loving mother that I knew! But, just as bizarrely- why had she chose
to rub me against the top of one of her own now-colossal toes? That
made no sense to me. My mother was always so fussy and precious about
her feet for some reason- surely she wouldn't want her skin sullied
and spattered by anything, especially her own son's semen?
One
thing was certain- it was quite obvious that she was furious with me.
The very tips of her now impossibly massive nails- alarmingly huge
things that almost more resembled the elliptical, convex cockpit
canopies of fighter jets than actual biology. Two of those huge
things daintily gripped my little torso like she might cruelly hold
an unlucky insect that had annoyed her and then failed to escape. My
little limbs dangled uselessly like short bits of wet string.
I
felt so utterly despondent at what she had obviously done to me-
despite how impossible it seemed. This was such a terrible,
unimaginable power to have over another person. She had somehow
reduced me to just a tiny parcel of delicate flesh. In my current
pitiful state I must have seemed more like a re-hydrated raisin to
her than an actual person.
I
was small enough that all of my skinny teenage body could lay on just
the pad of one of her now enormous and oddly terrifying fingers. That
horrible thought made me shiver, it felt like the hair on the back of
my neck had just raised.
Such
a terrible thing. Such a terrible, soul-crushingly humbling...
I
grimaced dourly, the demeaning, horrendous image in my mind of being
perched on the tip of one of my diminutive mother's pretty fingers
had caused me to pause. It was as if somehow- I struggled to make
sense of what I was feeling, of what invisibly stirred beneath the
surface of my confused mind. It was as if something was trying to
coalesce but could not form, like a forgotten name on the tip of my
tongue, a vague outline, yet ultimately refusing to reveal itself.
Had
I ever been there? Unable- unable to move? Her smiling down at…
Plastered to... on the... on one of…
It
was gone now. Lost. I squeezed shut my eyes, forcing tears of
frustration to tickle my skin as they slid down my cheeks.
It
didn't matter, she was punishing me for what she had caught me doing
in my room... What she accidentally saw...
“I'm
so sorry!” I croaked tearfully up at her unreal and colossal face.
“I won't do it again! I promise that I won't... Oh god, please
don't punish me like
this! I won't touch
myself ever again! How did you make me so- Please... Please, don't
kill me! Don't pop me! Don't pop me, mom... between your...
between...”
I
glanced at my sister's colossal form, hoping for more answers or for
her to rescue me. No, that wasn't right! She was a grown woman, not
the lanky, tall girl from my youth. I was the only one affected by- I
recoiled, frowning as I tried to clear my mind by shaking my head.
The jumble of disconnected images suddenly unwound and I could make
some sense of my predicament...
The
video. The strange little shrinking device. The loan. The jumpsuit.
Those amazing toes so close, so colossal in comparison to... Her soft
looking, pampered fingers had become assertive, invasive and giant
things with their terrible nails which felt like steel against my
weak flesh. Her excited, shining eyes, as if she were regarding an
adorable pet. All of the delicately performed, slow motion torture my
insane mother had made me endure. Her perverse preoccupation with my
mouth, with my vulnerable, incredibly fragile head. My penis... My
poor, tortured...
I
blinked rapidly as I took in my mother's towering, gloating face. No!
Nothing had changed at all! My mother had simply reminded me of a
time when I was much younger and I had become lost in some sort of
a... mental lapse. That was all! I was simply delirious after all I
had been through. It was only my peculiar and unpredictable memory
difficulty coupled with fatigue.
The
blonde goddess smirked while her other hand became enormous as it
swept in close to me. It hovered there as it's thumb and index finger
lined up with my upper body in a pinching posture.
“Mom,
please don't- Oh, goddamnit, no!” I groaned, “Don't hurt me!”
Her
tremendous fingertips closed, easily catching one of my tiny, fragile
arms between the edges of her terrifying nails. I was pitifully
babbling, begging her to stop as she drew my arm out away from my
body until it was straight. She daintily held it like a piece of
captured thread as she smirked.
“You're
not in any real pain are you? See- he's just complaining, Kathy,
that's all. We had a little talk about this yesterday, didn't we,
Steve? I told you that I'm not going to stop torturing you with my
fingernails anytime soon, my fragile bug. Don't be so sad, little
boy- you get to live out your wish, don't you? I just adore watching
you wiggle as you make those soft little terrified peeps!”
My
tiny cries finally reached my sister's ears. As I struggled, I
witnessed her fight a losing battle against her better judgment. Her
huge face slowly transformed from deep concern for me to a large,
delighted smile as I pointlessly struggled to free my arm. My stomach
became a hard knot of building dread. My distressed cries amused her!
My helpless terror was... it was adorable to her. My arm was finally
released and I was brought closer to my mother's face. The entire
front of my tiny upper body was softly touched by the monstrous tip
of her little finger. She smiled in satisfaction as her giant digit
came away glistening, the swirled ridges of her fingerprint coated
with her own toe sweat.
“Well,
that's why I decided to give you a visit after work, Kathy. I
realized that if he liked my toes so much I just had to know how he
would react to a nice, proper manicure and paint job.” My gigantic
sister looked mildly disgusted.
My
mother' grinned as the index finger of her free hand threatened me,
“I have three whole days off in a row now, Steve. Kathy's best
manicurist did a great job painting my nails, don't you think?” My
tiny face was lightly assaulted by the edge of her vivid nail while I
wriggled and repeatedly tried to turn away from it. “You can
finally fulfill your wish with your Finger Goddess! Oh, he isn't
paying any attention to me at all now that you're here. Just listen
to him squeak! He's in a panic! You know, I bet he also has a thing
for you, Kathy. You've always had such beautiful hands, feet too.”
“Oh,
yuck! I can't believe that you're saying that! How can you be okay
with any of this at all, mom?”
My
mother pursed her lips and blew on my glistening body for a moment as
she thought about her response.
“He
basically admitted it to me and honestly I don't mind. It's... well,
it's fun! Really though, if I'm honest, well... it's a bit cathartic.
He has always reminded me of your good for nothing father. He looks
just like him. What? Can't your mother have fantasies? Even if
they're slightly naughty revenge fantasies?”
“Mother!”
“Oh,
don't look at me like that! It isn't like I've actually had sex with
Steve. That's just silly- he's impossibly tiny. He is like playing
with a little toy, Kathy. Now that I think about it, given his size,
even if I did
put him in there,
and he- you know- well, he couldn't, God forbid... It would be
biologically impossible for his tiny sperm to even-”
“Huh!!?
Why would you- What have you been doing to him, Mom? Tell me!”
“Oh,
hush! Remember Kath, your brother begged me to shrink him! Steve
wanted to be tiny and crawl around on my body. Does that sound even
remotely normal to you? I simply decided to give him his entire
wish, that's all.”
“And?
Come on mom, I'm not that stupid!”
“ And?
And, well, I've made him regret it. With such a difference in sizes-
we're monsters to him. It didn't take very long before the teeny tiny
bug was out of his mind with terror. Let's just say that I don't
think he liked where the little tour of his mommy's pretty toes ended
up. I sure did though.”
“What!?”
“Look,
Kathy, as much as I hate to say this, your brother really is a lost
cause. You should stop thinking of him as a person like we are. He's
just this
now. A teeny tiny doll who will probably end up living in his own
mother's bedroom in a drawer. But he did this all to himself. He
wanted to be my plaything. He wanted to be my Mother's Day gift. I
knew that there could be no going back for him, so... I decided to
clean up the mess that he had created- after all, who else should
ultimately be responsible for him and his actions? I suppose that it
was quite expensive. But, now that I've come around to the idea of
actually keeping him... I think he is worth every penny!”
I
found myself accelerating away from my callous mother's face. My tiny
limp form was brought closer to the beautiful living tower that was
my uneasy looking sister as my mother thundered on. “I don't know
why you're so suspicious that I've somehow decided out of the blue to
just shrink your brother and keep him. Let me just turn this all
around, then. Why does he have such a strange obsession? Hmm? Where
did that
come from? Maybe it isn't me... Maybe you're
really the one responsible for his weirdness, hmm, Kath?”
“Mom!!?”
“I
mean, think about it- all of those pictures that you take of your
hands just to put up on some website somewhere. Who has a room in
their home just for that? Who does that? That's just-”
“It's
called blogging, mother. I have a nail polish and beauty blog- and a
video channel too. Can't I even have a hobby? I am finally very
popular, by the end of the year I should reach one million
subscribers! As far as that spare room? Well, the lighting for my
photos and videos take up a lot of space. I've got sponsors now, so I
need everything to look like it's out of a magazine- professional,
perfect. You know, I'm lucky to even have a spare bedroom to
permanently set everything up in. I guess that is the one upside of
Robert and I divorcing.”
My
colossal mother shook her head unhappily and the giant fingertips
holding me shifted, causing me to struggle in agony. The vast
goddesses ignored my discomfort as I hung in the sky between them.
“Anyways,
you should be proud of me, you know! Not critical! And don't you dare
say I made my baby brother into some sort of a perv just because I
like to look nice.”
“You're
right. This isn't your fault, sweetie. I'm sorry to have insinuated
anything. Well, I know you want to play with Steve.” My mother
bounced me slowly in the air just below that gigantic, irritated
face. “You can barely resist, right? I know how you are about
little things- you're even worse than I am. Well, go ahead then.
Don't be shy.”
Kathy
studied my tiny clenched form for a moment as her face slowly
transformed into a smirk. A tremendous, well-kept hand tipped with
perfect burgundy nails reached out over me. I was howling as I
squirmed. Kathy's fingers were noticeably larger than my mothers due
to her much taller stature.
“I
can't believe that this is really Steve. Oh, am I scaring you?” My
sister thundered, “Just look at him! This is just too funny!” Her
colossal fingers wiggled repeatedly in front of me as those gigantic
breasts quivered from a withheld snicker.
“If
you can, use your nails to handle him, please. He is still being
punished, you know. He feels funny. Delicate, obviously. But, I don't
know how to describe it, you'll just have to see. Don't you dare
break any of his tiny bones though, Kath. You'll need to be amazingly
gentle and take your time- like handling those lizards you had when
you were a little girl. Remember? What were they-”
“Anoles,
mom. They were called Green Anoles. He's much smaller than them,
though. Like bug sized. A big pink bug. Alright then, just… God,
mom, can't you at least hold him still for me?”
I
was held in the breath-warmed void between their gigantic faces. My
mother's slightly proud looking face was a bit below and behind me
while my sister's loomed over me like a low thundercloud. I really
was nothing more than a tiny pet to them. I could see it in their
eyes. I was inconsequential, with no say in my own privacy, comfort
or dignity. I was utterly powerless and rendered as fragile as a
dried tea leaf. My mother was right, she had a perfect insight into
my point of view. They were monsters to me. Terrible deities. They
were made of grievously crushing and stifling flesh. Behemoths with
jewel-like eyes and smirking mouths. And their hands... Those
omnipresent, terrifying hands that effortlessly overruled what small
amount of autonomy that I might still possess at such a pitiful size.
My
sister was serious in concentration as her huge digits drew near to
me, obscuring most of her face. The intimidating nails of her thumb
and index finger carefully closed on what little of me was available
which dangled past my mother's grip. I was suddenly lifted away and I
sped towards her face.
“There
we are. I've got you now. Honestly, I can't believe that you ever
wanted to be like this, Steve. I never would have expected any of
this from you! You should really be ashamed of yourself!”
I
was brought up in front of those vast gray eyes and she squeezed me.
I thrashed as I screamed silently, utterly deprived of enough breath
to power my vocal cords. I watched as she shut one of her eyes. I was
lifted closer, right up in front of her opened eye. Kathy's thickly
mascaraed lashes seemed as long as my legs. I shivered as the sheer
size of the gorgeous eye utterly humbled me in a way that terribly
affected me. An even larger Goddess now had me in her grasp, really
just an equally frightening, much younger version of my mother.
“Oh,
I don't think he likes being held like this at all, mom. I'm afraid
I'll break one of his little limbs. Each of his tiny legs are like
half a toothpick. I just can't believe that you really had him in
your shoe all day! Did you like that, Steve? Really?”
“Does
he still have a little stiffy? I bet that he does, since you're
holding him.”
“Mother!”
“I'm
just telling you! If you think his little arms and legs are cute,
well- his teeny tiny penis is just adorable!”
I
grew lightheaded as my skyscraper sized sister deposited me into a
soft looking hand. As she leaned over me my chest tightened with
panic as I strained to catch my breath.
“Kathy!
Please don't do this!” I weakly cried. A beautiful index finger
lowered over me and then retracted as she changed her mind. It was
replaced by her little finger. I got up onto my feet for only a
second before her tree trunk sized digit pushed me back down onto the
shifting flesh.
25.
Concern by V11
Kathy
bit her lip in concentration as her digit dominated me. She rolled me
back and forth hesitantly under it as I groaned. I could plainly see
that she was enraptured with my tiny form. Her eyes squinted as her
huge fingertip stroked down the length of my body experimentally. I
didn't mind that the breath had been crushed from me. Her exquisite
skin left behind a wonderful smell and my cock stood to attention.
The next pass of her fingertip pushed the air out of me again as it's
hot bulk settled for a moment on my stomach, smashing my penis flat.
I tried to wrap my legs around her fingertip but she pulled it away.
“Umm,
I don't know if his little- if his- penis is- eww. God, I can't
believe that you actually just tempted me into even looking,”
thundered the vast face which hung low overhead. She nudged my legs
back and forth with the edge of her glossy, incredibly smooth nail
like they were scraps of unwanted food on a plate. “This is too
much like trying to see well enough to thread a needle. He's so tiny-
all of him is just so tiny.”
“I
just love how small he is. It's the perfect size for him. Do you want
a drink, Kath? I sure could use a drink after the day I've had.”
“I'm
fine, mom. Should I show him the results of that little errand you
had me run this morning?”
The
colossal middle-aged woman got up from the couch with a terrible
rumble. Her face filled the other half of the sky for a moment above
me. They were a pair of towering blonde heads, each feminine face
gazing down on me with a calm sort of amused superiority. The only
two women in my life at this point in time and they were my family...
Family that were now both the size of skyscrapers to me. I remembered
my friend jokingly calling them a “pair of princesses”. But, they
were no longer just a pair of spoiled, beauty obsessed women to me.
They were vibrant and simultaneously awful beings. Panic-inducing,
sweet smelling monsters. I was merely their parasite, their pet.
I
was in hell.
“Sure,
you can go ahead and show that to him. I don't mind. Just don't break
it. I'm going to get that set in a necklace, along with embedding his
adorable little boxer shorts into a fake stone for a ring. God, I
have to go pee again. I always drink too much coffee during my
shift.” The tired looking goddess snorted and stood up to her full
height. She turned away, thundering down the hallway towards the
bathroom.
Kathy
reached down somewhere past the hand I lay in and I could hear her
rummaging around in her purse.
“You're
such a loser, Steve, you know that, right? Well, mom called me this
morning before she left for work. She had something for me to do. I
didn't like her idea at all. I almost told her no. I didn't want to
do anything illegal, even if it was for mom. I don't know why I even
listened to her. Someone could have seen me take it out in the open
like that. At first I didn't realize that this was yours. I thought
that maybe there had been a party at those apartments down the street
last night and someone was an idiot and blocked mom into her own
driveway.”
Kathy's
impeccable thumb and index finger lowered a ball of cotton next to me
on her palm. The huge digits spread wide the cloud of white fluff and
carefully probed within.
“Last
month at the salon, we had to purchase a PMRD to deal with trash
removal and to make more space in the back room. It's going to take
years to pay off but we got a good rate. There is just so much of
this new shampoo line that we've been selling lately. So many big
boxes. You wouldn't believe it, I had it all stacked to the ceiling.
Anyways. Poof! Everything can be shrunk now and it's so much easier
to deal with. Mom asked me to borrow it from the shop this morning
and bring it over while she was doing her shift at the hospital.”
The
giant digits set a small object down in front of me. It wasn't more
than the size of a backpack to me. An immaculate finger nudged it. At
first I didn't recognize it because of the dents and cracked glass.
Then I couldn't breathe.
My
car. My mother's phone call this morning right after breakfast. She
had Kathy come over to her house and shrink my car.
“You
heard mom talking about you, right? Well, in case you didn't- she
decided to pay off that loan you took out to rent the PMRD that you
brought over yesterday. She said that otherwise you'll just become
homeless after the stunt that you've pulled. But, she keeps referring
to what she did as buying
you. You know- like
some sort of an animal from a pet shop. Honestly, I think she is
going to keep you, like this- with
her.
I don't know if your size will ever be reversed. She is being really
weird about everything. Like, excited- happy. While she was getting a
manicure at the store today she bought a bunch of really expensive
hand and foot treatments and nail polish. So much stuff, it took
three of our biggest bags to pack it all up. Some of it is from
product lines I can't afford unless I get it sent to me to promote in
a video. Real boutique, top-dollar things.”
The
perfect fingertip lifted away from my car and gently pushed me down
onto my back. It gingerly stroked across me as I shivered.
“Oh
god, I can see some nasty welts all over you from here! I'll talk to
mom about that. Otherwise she's going to eventually kill you handling
you between her fingernails. She was telling me that you actually
like that, which I seriously doubt. She can just be inconsiderate
sometimes when she is focused on something- like I need to even tell
you that. God, Steve, of all the people you could perv out on, why
did you pick your own... I still can't believe that you- I don't want
to even say it out loud.” I covered my crotch self consciously as I
frowned in anger and also hopelessness.
“I
don't approve at all of what you did, but... I feel really sorry for
you.” The vast curve of fingertip touched my head softly, like a
hot and leathery residential propane tank attempting to be gentle.
“You've got to stay here- with her-
and with how careless she is handling you... It's like you're some
kind of a bug to her. Oh, she is just being so incredibly weird about
this whole thing! You know, I wouldn't put it past her to- well, to
do even more terrible things to you.” The wonderful digit lifted
away, abandoning me and Kathy's face looked sad.
“About
that... I shouldn't even mention this, but mom is in the bathroom and
can't hear me. A few years ago, after Robert and I got divorced...
Well, I had all of this wine in the house that he had bought over the
years and I decided to bring some of it over here. Anyways, mom and I
got very drunk one night and she told me something. I seriously doubt
that she even remembers telling me. It was a secret that she had kept
from Dad. A secret about her. It was very... Well... Mom is- she's a
little bit eccentric. I think that might explain why she is keeping
you- why she paid off your... Look, honestly, you probably don't even
need to worry about any of this, Steve. I know I'm not making much
sense to you, but... Just forget I even said anything.”
Kathy
actually knew after all. She knew that our mother possessed a strange
fetish. But Kathy was also told that I was a conniving, underhanded
pervert. Perhaps she thought I deserved this. Perhaps she thought
that this made some sort of cruel sense?
I
sat up with a sniffle, I could barely see through my angry tears. I
crawled over to my car and using both hands hefted it up off of the
hot landscape of flawless skin. I held it tightly to my chest as I
wept, the smells of congealed motor oil and the grit of road dust
almost seemed to comfort me. This was a link to another world. The
world that Kathy and my mother still inhabited, but a place that I
was now forbidden to exist in ever again. Inside of the car my tiny
sunglasses and a few dirty coins gathered at the interior's lowest
point. They jangled together in a messy pile, scraping and sliding
against one of the cracked windows. My sister's face could not help
but to light up with delight.
“Aww.
Do you like your teeny tiny car? I think it's very cute! Alright, I
should put that back before it gets wrecked. We don't want to get mom
upset, do we?”
In
front of me between her face and I, Kathy's free hand rotated, palm
up. Her index finger unfolded like a tree falling in slow motion and
rested in front of me expectantly.
“Let
me just have that then, okay?”
I
discarded my miniaturized vehicle onto the skin next to me and I
threw myself against her upturned fingertip, arms wide. I was
quivering with adrenaline as I hugged the soft, hot flesh to me and
cried.
“Help
me, Kathy, please! You've got get me away from Mom! You're right
about her! She's insane! She's... She is really fucked up, like,
sexually. She-”
“I
wanted you to give me the car, dumb ass. It's too fragile for me to
be handling it very much.” Her mildly irritated words stopped my
babbling. She couldn't even hear me properly, if she really cared
too. She didn't though. I was destined to be a tiny toy because our
mother had said so and Kathy didn't even make any kind of effort to
at least try to hear my side of everything. My sister was too close
with our mother, too much like her. Always had been.
“Come
on now. Just put it up on the tip of my finger. Please? It's so small
that I have to either pick it up using my nails or go find a piece of
paper to slide under it! If I handle it again, I'm afraid I'll knock
out those tiny windows and that would really disappoint Mom.”
This
tiny piece of my sister which dwarfed me was so warm and clean
smelling. I just couldn't help it. I pulled myself up onto her giant,
expectant fingertip. I began to lick, at first because I really
wanted to taste and experience her beautiful flesh. But then more
pragmatically as I realized that I could replace the foul taste of my
mother's toes.
As
I licked, the colossal finger pad's slightly tacky ridges stung my
cock with their saltiness. I laughed giddily as something came to
mind. Maybe if I was lucky Kathy would dominate me beneath of her
beautiful feet? I had never thought about it before, but Kathy did
have gorgeous feet! Such pretty toes! Oh, they would be so
wonderfully huge now! Even bigger than my mothers! She even kept her
toenails slightly long as well, but I was sure that Kathy didn't even
know why, what the actual story was- what exactly she was imitating.
She simply followed my mother's example in everything. Always had.
My
cock was rock hard. Oh god, what was wrong with me?
I
realized that my mother had completely broken me in just twenty-four
hours. My former life apparently didn't have enough room to occupy my
tiny mind now. It seemed like I was simply left a miniature creature,
only able to produce miniature thoughts. It made perfect sense to me
that Kathy deserved a special pet to appreciate her constant efforts.
A tiny and captive audience to admire and worship each gigantic and
gorgeous piece of her vast anatomy- me.
I
wanted to belong to her. I wouldn't have minded being her plaything
so much. Why was that? She always spent so much time taking care of
herself, I realized. This had always annoyed me when we were younger,
but now- Kathy was lovely, even at such an immense scale, perhaps
even because of her colossal size. She had such wonderful skin. Miles
of flawless skin to me. Her fingers, thanks to her obsessiveness,
thanks to her hobby... Well, even at my size they were flawless. They
were so perfect and unblemished- almost unreal, like immense movie
props, like something from a women's magazine ad. Like our mother's.
Each of those objectives were actually exactly what Kathy was aiming
to accomplish.
How
could I even consider any part of my sister to be... pleasant? It was
really because of what my mother had done to me. Her perverse
conditioning had truly broken my mind. At my scale, my mother was
logically just a vast, distant face and she had made sure that I was
interacted with almost exclusively by her terrifyingly large,
predatory fingers. I had no choice but to think of Kathy in exactly
the same way. Both women were too large for me to recognize them as
whole beings most of the time. They manifested to me almost
exclusively as their essential parts, and those parts were terrifying
enough to drive me to madness. Kathy was just a younger copy of my
mother, down to almost every single of the smallest of physical
details. But I was also comparatively even smaller around the
immense, random pieces of my sister's body that I was exposed to. I
felt like even more of an inconsequential bug in comparison to her.
It was wonderful.
I
shivered, was it revulsion? Excitement? It was all so confusing, as
if I didn't even truly know myself until today. What was that
disorder called? The one that prisoners sometimes suffered from?
Stockholm Syndrome? Yes. I was obviously out of my fucking mind.
As
Kathy smiled down on me, enchanted by what she probably mistook for
kisses, I could no longer help myself.
“Oh,
God! Mom! You were right! He is aroused by me! Steve? What in the
hell do you think you're doing? Get off of me, you disgusting little
bug!”
Kathy's
beautiful finger pulled away and she gently flicked at my scrambling
form. The breath was knocked from me and I tumbled across the
contours of her hand. She was frowning and the giant digit slowly
extended right into me once again. I tried to ward her off with my
tiny arms but it was like getting hit by a train. I was being savaged
by her, but her finger moved as if she were only delicately and
methodically prodding at a captured bug on her palm.
The
next thing I knew I was on my back on the coffee table. I must have
blacked out and the goddess had decided to put me down. She must have
accidentally hit me in the head with a fingernail as she tormented
me. There was a hot and throbbing knot on my forehead. The room was
spinning and I realized that I was in no shape to stand. Kathy's
giant face was glaring down on me.
“Ah,
awake again, hmm? So, you want to hump my finger, Steve? Well, I've
got something that you can try to fuck right here, little bro.” Her
eyes narrowed as she leaned over me, blotting out the light. “Just
the thing for you, too.” A enormous fist lowered over the coffee
table, it's mighty thumb extended. I tried to scream as I stared in
terror at her gigantic digit, but nothing came out. Just beyond it,
Kathy's angry face settled directly over where I crouched.
Curtains
of honey blonde hair spilled around me in a giant circle, rustling
like tall wheat in a strong breeze. Her deep, distinctly feminine
voice heavily vibrated the table beneath of me and caused my skin to
tingle fiercely. “Go ahead, Steve. Fuck it, if you can.”
I
made it to my feet to run but I had suffered too much. My sister's
colossal thumb lowered and easily kept pace with my tiny faltering
legs. The giant digit slowly captured me beneath of it like a bug. My
thrashing limbs were forcibly folded and then completely stifled by
the descending nightmare. My entire body was buried and sealed
beneath of it. The relatively soft and sweet smelling flesh became my
entire world.
“How
do you like that, little pervo? Mom is right, you are such a delicate
little thing. I have to be careful not to squish you.”
I
was filled with tremendous heat as the wall of well hydrated flesh
flattened my body. My bones popped and creaked like fireworks going
off inside of my head.
“Still
though, you are fun to play with. You know, I was going to go easy on
you because what Mom told me just seemed too fucking crazy to be
completely true. Not anymore though. Maybe mom will let me borrow you
sometime? I'd like to take some pictures with you using my camera set
up that I have at home. Just some pictures for me though, they would
definitely not be the kind I would ever want to put up on the
internet. See, I'd like to get just a little payback from you for
being such a little shit to me when we were children. Unfortunately,
I just don't think that you would enjoy your little glamour session
with me very much. You would be too busy suffering.”
The
immense, humid weight shifted on me and it seemed like there was a
flash of light behind my closed eyes as my vertebrae were compressed.
Then the oppressive ridged flesh which had crushed me flat began to
slowly move and I with it. My pitiful limbs were driven tightly
together as I silently screamed. Kathy was effortlessly torturing me,
merely gently rolling my fragile form back and forth slowly
underneath of her lovely thumb like a little cylinder of putty. I was
in agony, trapped beneath a pleasant smelling steamroller composed of
tons of my own sister's flesh.
“Poor
little Steve,” she giggled humorlessly, “it must be terrible to
be so small, hmm? Mom was right about you though, wasn't she? She was
right about everything. You obviously worship me. Well, then this is
the perfect place for you, isn't it, little bug? Right under my
thumb.”
Like
mother, like daughter, I thought fleetingly as my bones shivered
under the tremendous strain. My sister was going to crush the life
from me like I was some sort of an insect. I was trapped under her-
She was going to- her soft, sweet skin was now a deathtrap. I was
being tormented by only a partial sample of the curved, plump wall
which belonged to a living juggernaut. I suddenly shuddered and came.
“What
the- What was that?”
The
huge digit tilted back and I was adhered to it for a second or two
before gravity peeled me free. The beautiful thumb immediately
retracted into the sky. Kathy examined it for a moment. A displeased
gust of breath blasted from her nostrils and rolled like a humid,
invisible wall across the coffee table and over me.
“I
can't believe it, Steve! You came on me, didn't you!!? You tiny
shit!” The frightening goddess was frowning as her hand plummeted
over me. I was effortlessly plucked up from the coffee table between
her unstoppable fingers. My tiny head was forced against the bulging
flesh that gripped me as the world shot past my watering eyes. I
stopped in front of her perturbed face and the sudden deceleration
caused my head to slam against another humid bulge. I was seeing
stars.
“Please,
Kathy. Please-”
“I
was only joking, Steve. I didn't give you permission to actually do
that, you nasty little bug.”
Kathy's
other hand approached me and her eyes were amused for a just a moment
before they became stern once again. I strained helplessly from side
to side while the fingers of her other hand gracefully encircled the
digits that held me and hovered there.
“You
know what, Steve? I think that you completely deserve to be mom's
toy, you little pervert. Crawling around on your own mother's body
like a- I don't even...”
The
goddess sighed in resignation.
“Well,
all I can say is, you're both just made for each other then, aren't
you? God, all of that money Mom lost paying off your stupid loan...
She was obviously desperate to keep you like this. Well, I don't even
want to know what she does with you- that's her business. I just hope
that at least this arrangement will actually make her happy. It sure
seems to and I'm not going to judge her. She really deserves
happiness after everything she had to put up with dealing with Dad.
She better be careful handling you, though. Otherwise, she might end
up accidentally squishing her little pet. My little brother, who
decided that he wanted to be a bug. And Mom... Mom and her freaky...
God, this family.”
My
sister looked perturbed and she frowned down on me.
“Thanks
to you, I'll probably never be able to get Mom out of the house for
any blind dates with nice single men her age ever again. Your stupid
little failed stunt is probably going to turn her into a shut-in now,
I just know it. It's going to be chocolates and wine at home every
weekend from now on. I know how she is and so do you. She is going to
be completely obsessed with her little toy.”
Kathy
smiled coldly as her enormous eyes traced over my form which stuck
out above her immense pinched fingers.
“But,
you also like me as a giant, don't you, little boy? I bet that you
do. Am I really scary looking to you, Steve? I really wish that I
could just see myself like how you're seeing me- that would be so
cool! Do you want to crawl around on me too? Wouldn't you be afraid
that I might squish you? Hmm?”
Kathy's
tongue stroked across the edges of her upper front teeth as she
smiled fiercely down on me.
A
hot fingertip gently stroked against my back. I could see in her eyes
what was coming.
“No,
Kathy... Please… Don't.” I croaked.
“Do
you want me to squish you, bug boy? Well, that's not going to happen,
you're probably mom's most prized possession now. That doesn't mean
however that I can't punish you for getting your nasty cum on my
thumb.”
I
struggled uselessly, my upper body flailing back and forth between
her digits. I was anchored there and unable to escape as she pouted
at me mockingly. Her other thumb and index finger began to rise,
blotting out her face as they filled all of my vision. I only managed
to tickle my sister with my desperate thrashing as Kathy carefully
pinched my tiny head. The dense ridged walls slowly closed and my
shrill screams were cut off.
“Like
a little seed,” the colossal woman noted with a muted, yet still
thunderous amusement. “Oh, you're struggling! That feels really-
Hmm, really interesting. You sure do tickle, don't you? Mom didn't
tell me that you tickled so much.”
She
simply held me like that as I shook. My limbs tingled fiercely as my
lungs burned from a lack of oxygen. I knew that there was going to be
no mercy for me. As my eyes rolled back in my head, I forced my
tongue into a salty groove in her fingerprint and licked furiously.
Such
clean flesh. So sweet smelling and flawless. Everything slowly went
black as I climaxed again.
26.
Little Houses by V11
Julie
returned to the living room, drink in hand. Kathy was kneeling in
front of the coffee table, her elbows resting on it. Both of her
hands were in front of her smiling face, very close to her eyes.
Julie spotted a very slender, flesh colored object, like a wetly
gleaming short strand of yarn stretched horizontally across the
narrow gap between both sets of her daughter's pinched thumb and
index fingers. It was Steve. She was holding him by his tiny arms and
shins. Kathy looked up at her mother, her cheeks flushed red.
“Oh,
wow- I hope that you're being really careful with him like that,
Kathy! He is just so
fragile now.”
“I
want him, mom!” Kathy exclaimed as she carefully deposited her
limp, unconscious brother into her palm.
“Well,
I might be willing to share, Kath. Hmm. We'll trade off, okay?”
Kathy
softly stroked the tiny, motionless legs as Julie pursed her lips in
thought, “You can have Steve sometimes, like when you drop the kids
off here. We'll do a trade. I can't always watch them and deal with a
tiny at the same time. Besides, given how Steve reacts to, ah,
handling... I
think it's best that he's only... ahem... subjected
to
both of us. He'll be our secret.”
“That
makes perfect sense. We're the closest to him. Besides, we at least
understand him and his needs.”
The
goddess Kathy smirked as she saw the glitter of his tiny eyes. They
were opened once again, he was awake. She picked him up and held him
up to her face. She slowly grinned, deliberately showing her perfect
teeth as Julie struggled to hold back a laugh.
“Mom
said that sometimes you can come home with me, Steve,” she
whispered gently. “Isn't that exciting? I'll get to show you where
I make my videos since you're so keen on becoming an internet
personality too. I can show you how I do everything. We could even
take some photos, if you want. Show you the whole process in person.
Maybe do something really hands
on with
the lighting and software.
How about color correcting some nice size comparison photos? Or some
short videos, you know, to show you how my editing software works.”
For
a moment, Kathy could feel him struggle, trying to get away from her
before giving up. She enjoyed his faint, anguished screams as she
gently rolled the fragile, naked creature between the pads of her
immaculate thumb and index finger like a bit of wet lint.
Julie
made a surprised, excited face as she tilted her head and leaned in
even closer to better pick up the soft sounds emanating from between
her daughter's fingers. Her face lit up with delight as she watched,
as if she had just witnessed a kitten doing something irresistibly
cute. Her daughter's face matched her own and both women shared a
chuckle.
“I
think that from now on you and I are going to be spending a lot
of time together, little brother.” Kathy whispered as she brought
her lips to the barely visible head and single, twig-like arm
sticking out past the pads of her fingers. She softly kissed what
little of him was exposed before pulling away.
He
shivered, almost imperceptibly, but she had felt it. Another orgasm.
Kathy smirked and her nostrils flared for a moment of their own
accord.
“Why
that face, Kath? What did he just do?” Julie asked.
Kathy
brought her fingers down over her palm and slowly opened them to
transfer him but Steve did not slip free.
“Oh,
he was just really tickling me for a second.”
Kathy
scrutinized the tiny, helpless body weakly adhered and clinging to
the pad of her beautiful index fingertip with a sigh, like some
delicacy that she was about to savor.
“Not
a word of this to anyone, Kathy.”
“God
no, of course not!” Kathy almost looked hurt for a moment before
she stood up. She carefully eased the diminutive, sobbing creature
into her palm before wiping her fingers off onto her jeans. “I'm
going to use a teacup to give him a bath. The poor little thing
smells like your feet.”
The
older woman scowled playfully as her daughter laughed. Kathy slowly
closed her fist around her new pet. She felt him struggle as his
slender form became partially trapped in a closing crease on her
folding palm. It felt amazing! She turned away to hide her blushing
cheeks and made her way into the kitchen, raising her voice as she
continued to scheme with her mother.
“Is
that old dollhouse I used to love so much still in the attic?” she
asked as she rummaged through a cabinet.
“Ahh.
I don't know, Kathy-”
“Oh,
I just realized- that's going to be way too big for him, isn't it? I
need to figure out what scale he actually is, then I'll go online
after we eat lunch and look for something. I guess he'll need two
little houses though, won't he? One for here and something for when I
take him while you've got the kids. Hmm, I guess that... I guess I'll
have to hide it from them
too, won't I? I
suppose that I'll need to clear some space in my bedroom closet, or
maybe my photography room. Maybe that. Yeah, I don't ever allow the
kids in there. Wow, this is getting complicated really fast.”
Julie
took a drink, savoring it as she quietly nodded in response to her
daughter. She firmly pressed an index fingertip down onto the tiny
white clump on the coffee table and lifted her hand to bring it up to
her face. But the cum soaking Steve's tiny boxer shorts had dried
long ago. The tiny garment slid off of her digit, fluttering back
down to the polished wood. Julie immediately retrieved it, deftly
pinching it between the edges of her nails and held it up in front of
her eyes.
“Kathy-
when you go look online I think that you should also buy at least one
of those magnification visors. The kind that jewelers use. Something
like that would sure make dealing with Steve a lot easier for me.”
“Oh!
That's a great idea! I'll just get us each one. Hey- where do you
think you're heading off to, bug? It's time for you to get a bath!”
Julie
absentmindedly sniffed the tiny wad of sheer fabric that she held
clenched between her lavender fingernails like a stray pearl from a
broken necklace. For just a second she could detect a hint of sweat
and muskiness from it and the faint scent surprisingly aroused her a
little bit. She smiled as she softly flexed her toes and released the
tiny garment, watching it tumble back down to the table.
As
Julie smiled down on it she spotted something red and white next to
her foot. Reaching down, she pinched up one of Steve's tiny discarded
shoes. It was the one that she had managed to slide free of his foot
with it's laces still tied. It was from before he had been shrunk the
second time. The little thing was only about the size of a cocktail
peanut to her.
Julie
grinned as she rolled Steve's tiny shoe back and forth between the
pads of her fingers, marveling at how cute it was. She held it up
close to her face as she pushed her little finger's nail into it's
opening. Her nail was a bit too wide for it and the tiny laces
stretched as she carefully wiggled it fully into the shoe. The entire
shoe distorted, flattening out awkwardly, the sides of it's
rubber-clad toe bulging as it was forced to conform to the shape and
size of her fingernail. She chuckled, turning her shoe-equipped
little finger in front of her face. This adorable little thing was
also worth saving as a memento, perhaps kept in the side table's
drawer next to her bed. She scraped the tiny orphaned piece of
footwear free with the edge of her thumbnail and let it drop onto the
coffee table.
Kathy's
voice now sounded genuinely annoyed, “That sugar bowl won't keep
you safe from me, teeny tiny. Come out now where I can see you or
you'll be spending some more time under my thumb where you belong.”
Julie
chuckled as she retrieved the closest bottle of lotion from the end
table next to where she sat. She upturned one gorgeous foot onto her
opposite knee and brushed away tiny, sky blue shreds of something
that looked like bits of colored tissue stuck here and there to her
sole and the bottoms of her toes. A ragged sleeve and a torn, partial
leg of a jumpsuit were scattered back down to the carpet below along
with the less recognizable pieces of Steve's clothing. She was too
lost in concentration to consider what the tiny cloth scraps had
actually been as she meticulously inspected the skin and nails on her
foot.
Satisfied
with the state of her foot, Julie squeezed a generous dollop of the
expensive lotion onto her sole as she smiled to herself. Her daughter
was now fully preoccupied with their new pet. Obsessed, just like
when Julie and her ex-husband had bought her a hamster for her tenth
birthday. What had Kathy named that hamster? She couldn't for the
life of her recall. No matter, Steve was in good hands.
Julie
nodded to herself with a contented sigh. She distributed the lotion
all over the top and bottom of her foot, tending to each one of her
toes before habitually massaging an extravagant amount into each
cuticle. When done, she flexed her gleaming big toe away from her
smaller digits and admired it happily. They were never too big- even
back when she was just a skinny little girl, she thought to herself
for the thousandth time in her life. Children could just be so
incredibly cruel. Her toes were truly beautiful and she thought that
they were the perfect size- especially
for...
With
a knowing smirk Julie softly stroked the tip of her fingernail across
the tender, sensitive flesh of her big toe right where it dove
beneath of her toenail. She grinned at the ticklish sensation as her
nipples began to harden, pressing against her shirt. It was a pale
imitation of what her precious little dolly had felt like while
trapped and struggling in there. But, Julie knew it was only fair
that today she should share her little pet with her best friend. It
was her daughter's turn to enjoy him for a while.
Julie
had all the time in the world to play with her precious little pet
later, after Kathy went home. She wondered if she might be able to
get him to stroke and tickle her clitoris without too much moping and
crying. Probably not without a lot of fuss, she thought. After all,
it would be at least as big as a beach ball to him and the shock of
being physically confronted with it would send the tiny thing into
hysterics. All the more reason to do it, Julie mused. She found his
reactions to her comparative size incredibly arousing. Just imagining
his slender and weak body plastered helplessly against her relatively
enormous and sensitive button as he squeaked in terror was sublime.
“Nope,”
Kathy's cheerful voice drifted in from the kitchen, “The water is
still too cold for you, little bug. I'll just let it run a bit
longer. Only the best for my little brother. What are you hiding
there with your hands? Hmm? I already know that you have a teeny tiny
boner, pervert. It's going to get washed, along with the rest of
you.”
Julie
chuckled to herself. Kathy always had a tender spot in her heart for
animals of all kinds, but the smaller the better. She was a lot like
her mother.
Later
that evening after Kathy had left, Julie brought all of her supplies
out to the living room for her regular care session. Though, after
having her hands worked on at Kathy's salon, tonight she would only
be doing some work maintaining her feet. She laid out her newest
product acquisitions to one side of her regular supplies, intent on
trying at least a few of them out. She placed the compact containing
Steve down as well while she began to set everything up.
Julie
could already tell that for some reason her tiny pet had gone into a
panic. Was it the fact that she was getting ready for her foot care
session? She paused after opening her supply cases and quietly
watched him beat on the plastic lid of the little container as he
squeaked desperately. What was it about this in particular that might
cause him so much anxiety? There honestly seemed to be no reason for
it in her mind. Steve
obviously knew that sometime during her days off of work she would
maintain her skin and nails.
She was truly at a loss for
why it should affect him so and
gave up trying to figure out what went on in the tiny thing's cute
little head.
Julie
arranged everything just as she always did on the carpet and sat down
cross-legged. Turning on the lights, she removed the heat-shrunk
plastic protecting the cap on one of the brand new, extra large
bottles of cuticle oil that she had purchased earlier in the day.
Julie
removed the coat of pink polish that Steve had painted onto her
toenails. It had been much too thin to be practical and resilient,
but she doubted that Steve had been aware of that fact when he had
laid it down. Then she awkwardly stretched over to one side of the
semi-circle of supplies spread around her, barely managing to not tip
over as she retrieved the little makeup compact from where she had
placed it earlier. Within the case the tiny, precious little being
was still beyond himself with panic. Julie chuckled at the soft,
barely audible squeaks as she unlatched the lid and lifted him out.
She pinned the marvelous little body beneath the big toe of the foot
she wasn't going to immediately work on and began to deal with her
other foot.
Steve
couldn't stay beneath of one her toes forever and
so Julie released him.
Thankfully, the tiny being couldn't move very well through the living
room's carpet. Still, as Julie began
to work cleaning under
her toenails she could
immediately hear tiny screams again. These however seemed different
to her, much
more shrill and panicked
sounding. Steve was
evidently no longer content to stay close to her toes as she worked
scooping out crud with the tool. She
even had
to occasionally lean over and gently flick the tiny thing with a
finger whenever he seemed like he was going to make any progress in
trying to get away from her. She found it curious that he was
obviously unwilling to watch her work, instead consistently trying to
put distance between himself and her relatively immense form. She had
hoped that he might find the entire process somewhat arousing and was
actually slightly disappointed at his reaction.
Once
she had filed and shaped the nails on both of her feet, Julie decided
not to clean them off just yet. She instead made a show of liberally
oiling up both sets of her toes with the cuticle oil, but Steve still
seemed to be trying his hardest to ignore her. Despite that, she
could easily tell by his body language that he had witnessed
everything and knew that the oil was for him. His tiny, bug-like arms
were wrapped tightly around his own little torso to console himself
and he had fallen hopelessly to his knees in the tall carpet fibers.
Julie
frowned slightly as she realized that Steve seemed to be sobbing. She
wondered just how long it would take for him to give up on the
delusion of ever being returned to his former life. It was a tiresome
notion to her, one that made her feel supremely guilty whenever she
thought about it at all.
Julie
watched her pet sit down in the carpet fibers. He fussed with the
stiff twists of synthetic strands, pushing them out away from him as
if he were an animal making a temporary nest on a forest floor. The
little naked man lay on his side in a fetal curl, his face buried in
an arm.
Julie
had made her decision to keep him and there was no real reason to
second guess or doubt it. She felt that it was justified, after all,
her conclusion
had been based just as much on love as selfish desire. There was
simply nothing in the great big world for Steve other than
disappointment and regret. He was much better off as her teeny-tiny
plaything. He would be loved and cared for now just as much or
perhaps even more than he had ever been.
And
she should know.
With
a mildly irritated sigh, Julie adjusted the heads of both of her
lamps down low over her oil-glazed toes. She lifted a hand, rubbing
her fingertips eagerly together as she smirked down on the tiny,
frightened person. A thin, drawn out wail of protest greeted her as
she delicately plucked up her tiny hysterical pet between her fingers
and began to play with him. It took forty-five minutes or so for her
adorably sobbing and squeaking dolly to finally go limp, passed out
from being slowly and gently rubbed over every centimeter of each one
of her comparatively colossal toes.
Julie
finally lifted the limp little body to her face and looked him over.
He was gleaming wetly from the oil and entirely covered in powdery,
dead skin and nail dust from all of her scrubbing and filing. She was
still annoyed with how he had ignored her earlier. She reached over
to her tool box and rummaged around within it's compartments until
she found what she was looking for. Chuckling softly to herself, she
ran her old, no longer used stainless steel cuticle pusher down the
pad of one of her big toes several times, using it's vaguely spoon
shaped end as a scoop to gather a dollop of oil heavily mixed with
her foot detritus.
Julie
smirked as she held her unconscious pet up in front of her eyes. She
deftly scraped free the shiny, grainy mass she had gathered from the
tool onto his tiny genitals, using the flaccid little cock and
scrotum to clean as well as she could within the dished out portion
of it. She wanted badly to wipe some of it onto his face as well, but
she knew better than to introduce the chance of him suffocating or
even being accidentally blinded because of such a childish whim.
Julie
brought him in close to one of her eyes and held her breath as she
quietly observed him. His naked body lay plastered across the pads of
two of her fingertips. His tiny chest was rising and falling with a
slow, steady rhythm. He was unnaturally pale and pasty looking
because of the humiliating coating from her toes. He was covered from
head to toe in something that most closely resembled a mixture of
fancy white marble garden gravel, oil and crafting glue mingled with
sawdust. He reminded her of some failed contestant from one of those
silly obstacle course television shows, coated thickly in whatever
outlandish substance the staff had slathered the course with.
“You're
all mine now. I own you. You belong to me.” she softly whispered to
him before gently depositing his body onto the torn and flattened oil
bottle wrapper that lay next to her nail files.
In
the end, Julie had to resort to using one of her old towels to remove
so much excess oil from her freshly tended digits, but it had been
worth splurging to create an especially stimulating and torturous set
of conditions for her little pet. She occasionally paused to smile
down on him as she cleaned her feet. He was apparently not as
uncomfortable as he looked. He slept entirely through her painting a
lustrous, deep and dark purple polish onto her freshly shaped
toenails and still did not stir at all as she repeatedly stepped
right by him while putting away her supplies afterwards.
Julie
stripped down in preparation for bed and brought her tiny prisoner
into her bathroom. She ran water in the sink and waited for it to get
warm enough. She silently watched with satisfaction as the tiny,
despondent being tried to clear away the pile of grotesque, almost
gelatinous sludge from his crotch. Finally when the water was right
she gently and lovingly cleaned him using just a tiny bit of hand
soap on the pad of one of her little fingers. Then, with her little
doll curled in the palm of her hand she turned off all of the lights
in the house other than just her bedroom. It was finally time to
recline in her bed and wind down from her day.
Julie
loved the little occasional trembles that seemed to wrack Steve's
tiny body as she softly pet him with a fingertip. It must be shock,
she thought, probably some mental trauma coupled with exhaustion from
being in her shoe during her shift. Although difficult to tell, it
certainly seemed like his little face was blank and expressionless.
He was definitely staring off into space, perhaps intentionally not
looking at her.
Julie
grinned, chuckling softly as she stroked the very edge of a perfect
fingernail against his wonderful little lips. No reaction, his
expression was still blank even though his precious little eyes were
wide open. It was all too tempting for her and she affectionately
touched the adorably tiny head with the pad of a finger. She savored
the feathery sensation of the hair on his miniature head gliding
across her sensitive skin. She could just make out the barely
discernible bumps comprising his chin and nose running across the
ridges of her fingerprint. Julie was smiling happily as she lifted
her finger away and looked at him. Still no gentle squeaks or
desperate flailing from her dolly. The poor little thing had been
through so much in such a short amount of time.
Julie
stacked her pillows so they would be piled up high against her back.
She pulled both of her heels up next to her bottom and planted them
on the mattress, her folded knees in the air and legs spread wide.
She used both hands to smooth and lay down her pubic hair from around
her pussy before utilizing her fingernails to delicately retrieve her
dolly from his temporary prison in her bellybutton. She laid the tiny
naked body down in the flattened hair and could not keep from
giggling to herself as she coaxed the squeaking little form to
eventually collide with her clitoris. Finally Steve was reacting to
his situation once again and his struggling felt marvelous against
her.
Julie
kept a fingertip lightly pressed against him and just waited for the
tiny thing to wear himself down and finally surrender to his new
predicament. She tried to concentrate on breathing instead of
flinching as her dolly's quickly subsiding struggles tickled her to
no end. She flexed her beautiful toes and looked them over. She
missed this, missed feeling beautiful, and wasn't entirely sure why
she had ever let herself go so much. It had to be her job, she
thought, those long, grueling hours and the repetition of it all had
gotten to her. Julie sighed as she slowly worked a finger into
herself while continuing to keep her pet in place against her
engorged clitoris with the digit from her other hand. Her feet both
lifted away from the mattress and she began to rhythmically flex her
toes as she slowly masturbated.
Well,
she finally felt whole now- renewed, reinvigorated. Finally
completely herself once again, in a way she hadn't really felt like
since college. But, if she was being honest, there had been an even
more significant change in the last few days than just that. She was
far beyond just reclaiming how she used to be...
Julie
didn't have to fervently imagine her most private fantasy any longer
in just those private moments, she really was very much a giantess
now. An unstoppable force that ruled without challenge. She was a
massive being as long as there was at least one helpless and wretched
little person forced to submit to her. She was this now, always and
in every single moment, whether or not she even thought about it.
The
giantess smiled as sweat began to gleam across her neck in the dim
light. She lifted free her finger for a moment and gently pushed her
fingernail against the frail little being. She wanted to remind him
of how helpless he really was in her presence. The soft, barely
audible sounds he made as she tormented him, gently pinning his
slender body against her colossal clitoris caused her to become even
more aroused.
“I
want to feel those cute little teeth you have, dolly,” the goddess
thundered. “Bite me. I want you to nibble
on me. Don't hold back. You're not going to hurt me.”
Her
little pet only refused her request for a moment, going limp in a
sobbing heap next to her immense clitoris. The goddess knew exactly
what to do to change his behaviour. With a knowing, confident smirk
she surrounded his little torso with the very tips of her thumb and
index fingernails and savored squeezing him gently with them. The
little being immediately relented, after wiping the tears away from
his tiny eyes he hastily threw himself against her button and bit
down on her blushing, swollen flesh. Julie flinched at the faint,
almost ticklish sensation, biting her lower lip as her toes squeezed
together.
27.
Epilogue by V11
My
reduction was indeed permanent. The database of the PMRD I had leased
suffered a hiccup on that fateful day around the time that my
contract expired. My biological information had been wiped, along
with that of nearly 900 other people across the world currently using
the same type of unit. Not long after this, my mother was given legal
custody of me as my caregiver. She decided to sue the device's
company on my behalf as my guardian. She and my sister declined all
interviews with local and national media during the case. A
settlement was rather quickly reached with the company after the
filing of our lawsuit for a huge sum. Though she had the means after
the settlement, my mother chose not to retire from the hospital.
Kathy
was true to her word. Two tiny kit houses in my scale were purchased,
but only one was ultimately built. It was kept in Kathy's bedroom
closet at her home. But, by this time my mother had noticed my memory
lapses. It was an inevitable side effect of being shrunk down to only
an inch or so in height. Though I could form long term memories, my
'active working reference memory' -to use the psychological term- was
now unreliable. This gave my mother, Julie, a cruel idea.
To
dominate and terrify me even further, my mother had decided to use my
mental disability against me. She had an abode custom built for me at
great expense that replicated my old apartment's layout exactly. My
belongings and furniture had been reclaimed by the two of them by
that time and she set about having everything reduced to my scale and
put into my little replica. Not seeing through the lie she had told
me as to why she had made a replica of my apartment, I naturally
placed my belongings exactly the way they had been in my real
apartment before my transformation. My tiny home even sat on a custom
table in her own bedroom that supplied electricity and the
requirements of miniature plumbing needed for such a replica.
It
was an almost weekly occurrence that I would wake up in my own bed,
and not immediately realize that anything was amiss due to my memory
problem. Although I would usually become quite suspicious rather
quickly that something was terribly wrong. Sometimes I would
initially wonder why my cherished blanket on my bed had a tear in it
that I did not remember. Or I might find the more than meter-wide,
semicircular gouge in the wooden floor. It was always quickly
discovered and each time I was baffled by what it was. The gouge was
a full centimeter deep trench that was at least six centimeters wide
dented into the solid wood floor. It was curved in a gentle bow, much
like a crescent, like the shape of an eyebrow. It was partially
hidden beneath of a throw rug at the front of my bed. Or I might spot
other odd, out of place things, like the strange, faint imprints-
they were light, meandering scrapes on some of the flat, painted
expanses of the walls. There were slight dings and dents all over the
wooden surfaces of my furniture, like someone had hit the edges with
a crowbar and dented the exterior, or perhaps let each piece tumble
down a rock strewn incline.
Sometimes
I would notice that my apartment smelled strongly of something
vaguely familiar and completely out of place. The tempting scents of
the Italian restaurant across the street were entirely gone, replaced
by something with a very flowery, feminine scent. The smell reminded
me of expensive hand lotion, just like the sort that my mother
habitually used. That would often prompt me to sniff the air vents in
the room, trying to ascertain whether a neighbor had been spraying
some odd air freshener and it had been sucked into the shared
ventilation for the building.
When
I would go to get dressed each time I would inevitably discover that
many of my clothes stored away were somehow completely ruined and in
such a bizarre way. Every one of them was somehow stretched to the
breaking point like they had been systematically destroyed by a pair
of bears having a tug of war. I would sometimes wonder about my
missing socks and boxer shorts, their particular drawer in my dresser
simply empty other than a few orphaned socks without mates and a pair
of comically stretched and shredded boxers that were totally useless.
Occasionally I might even realize that the intricately swirled, oily
smudge across the bathroom mirror really looked just like part of a
gigantic fingerprint.
There
were even a few times that upon waking I was immediately confronted
by an object that was altogether alien and inexplicable: a gigantic
hair shed from my mother's colossal head. It was a rare occurrence,
but they were sometimes accidentally trapped inside of my little
abode with me without her noticing. Though, with my blank and freshly
awakened mind each time I discovered one I did not know at all what
it was upon examination. They were usually curled haphazardly in some
way across the entire room, stiffly resting across the tops of my
various furniture and belongings. They were almost always longer than
my entire apartment if they could have been stretched out straight. I
would anxiously puzzle over the rigid, translucent golden material
that they were made of, it was thicker than a USB cable and seemed as
strong as steel. I also invariably realized every time I handled one
of them that they smelled quite odd to me- somehow familiar, like
some sort of a perfume or scent that someone I knew had always used
on themselves.
Though
incredibly alarming, rarely did any of those observations on their
own jolt my memory back to me, but it did occasionally happen. I
typically didn't begin to panic until I would discover that the front
door of my apartment wasn't able to be opened no matter how much
force I applied to it. Or when I felt the thick tremors occurring
beyond the walls of my home. Or when I would witness a vast green eye
larger than I was peer in at me from beyond the window's fire escape
as I scrambled to hide from it's terrible gaze.
The
full understanding of my predicament would almost always unfold in
the same way; tremors followed immediately by the sudden deafening
removal of the entire ceiling above my shrieking form. The all too
familiar face of a nightmarish goddess would fill the sky just beyond
my apartment. Her eyes were often grotesquely magnified by a
jeweler's visor perched on her huge head. An impossibly large yet
quite unmistakable hand would always glide in from somewhere beyond
my apartment, blotting out most of her smirking face. It would loom
low overhead and then come to rest with a muted boom on top of my
apartment. The air of the tiny rooms I found myself trapped in would
instantly warm from her body’s heat. Those impossible fingers would
flex and begin to move, carefully tapping or ominously scraping those
long, flawless nails across the exposed tops of the now roof-less
walls, shaking my abode like a sustained earthquake. The goddess
would smile as the colossal digits slowly played, like some
nightmarish ASMR session. She was seemingly biding her time, waiting
to bring her fingers in even closer only when my screams had reached
an acceptable level of shrill hysterics.
The
Goddess would often speak while she sought to terrify me with one of
her immense hands. Each thunderous word causing the glass sitting in
the tiny windowpanes and picture frames inside my apartment to buzz
and vibrate so loudly that I almost could not understand her
unnaturally deep and powerful voice.
Then,
a pair of colossal thumb and index fingertips would finally carefully
descend, overwhelming the little space of my little bedroom with
their bulky, sweet smelling forms. The panic-inducing fingertips were
always intent on stroking, dominating or herding me depending on her
mood and motivation. She sometimes effortlessly knocked over my
furniture or delicately plucked individual pieces up and out of the
room, gripping them like tiny candies between her monstrous
fingertips to deprive me of something to hide behind or beneath of.
The blunt edges of her long fingernails would occasionally leave
careless scrapes on the walls and light, semi-circular dents in the
floor and the shrunken furniture as she deftly used them to play with
or chase her helpless, terrified pet. Fleeing to the few other rooms
in my replica apartment offered me no shelter at all from her
looming, monstrous presence in the sky overhead. Only my cramped
bathroom would cause her any trouble at all, merely forcing her to
switch to the tip of her littlest finger in order to be able to enter
it.
It
was then that all of my recent history would come rushing back to my
mind. A nearly endless barrage of terrible and extraordinary facts
would overwhelm me all at once...
I
would know where I really was, who I belonged to and remember my
stupid plan to make a name for myself. I would also know what the
strange ring on her finger was and what it commemorated in her
selfish mind. I would know exactly what the bizarre little swirl in
the center of the ring's realistic fake gem actually was. It
resembled almost identically one of those magical, petal-like
pinwheels of color often found within old-fashioned glass marbles,
yet with the addition of a tiny and quite familiar clothing logo just
discernible near one edge of the resin impregnated twist of cloth.
I
would also immediately recognize that necklace she had made for
herself on the rare occasions she happened to wear it. The center
stone was too large to be completely tasteful and within it glinted
something with an ugly, asymmetrical shape. It was my car, looking
more like a partially crushed scarab beetle than anything else.
I
would also know if my mother was on the cusp of one of her mid-week
set of days away from work. If her impeccable fingernails were
freshly painted some vivid color then I was about to be subjected to
several long and hellish days of “play”. It would then usually
take me the full week afterward to recover physically from her self
indulgent torture of her helpless “dolly”.
But,
of course, for a moment each time the roof was initially lifted away
my mind would try to make sense of the situation- it would naturally
try to fill in the gaps using the only information available to it.
It inevitably seemed to me that it was my mother who was really the
one that was gigantic and marauding through a normal sized world. For
a moment in my mind it only made sense that she was towering naked
over my apartment building, those magnificent, soft feet planted in a
wrecked parking lot somewhere below as she hunted. Her flawlessly
manicured fingers probing for her normal sized son within the
fragile, tiny rooms of the apartment complex. Her vast digits
effortlessly breaking through the brittle, cracker-like walls as she
searched for me- their soft, perfect skin completely unscathed
despite being rammed through heaps of broken lumber studded with tiny
carpentry nails and severed electrical cables. This was exactly the
nightmarish scenario that she wanted to instill in me when she had my
apartment reproduced in miniature. Each time she revealed herself to
me when I possessed a freshly uncluttered, blissfully unaware mind
she sweetly savored my initial hysterical terror of seeing, as she
liked to call herself, “giant Julie”.
I
did become famous, in a way. Kathy had hatched one of her crazy plans
and one day brought over a tiny astronaut suit made of heavy fabric
with a 3D printed, mirrored helmet. She had already by then laid the
groundwork for a second multimedia channel that centered around the
“Alien Nail Artist”. The miniature camera gear was expensive, the
set was an elaborate, heavy affair that fitted onto a special table
in her spare bedroom. I got to paint to my heart's content on my own
sister's nails, her flawless fingers pushed through holes in the
set's base and into little fake “easels” on the set that dwarfed
me. She always laid on her back on the floor, running the little
cameras remotely with her spare hand working a laptop. It was only a
few months before we began selling my miniature art online- those few
tiny, postage stamp sized paintings I occasionally did, to much
success.
I
was never interviewed directly by the media, and I was never seen by
the world without my trademark spacesuit on. Kathy was more gentle
and understanding in many ways than my mother was to me, but she
required constant, slavish devotion to keep her happy. No one ever
found out what horrors I had to endure. The pair of self-absorbed and
vain goddesses owned me, body, mind and soul.
The
End