Martha barely noticed when she stepped on her shrunken daughter. Tiny little Natalie left even less of an impression on her mother's sole and mind than a breadcrumb would have, and Martha forgot all about her as soon as she felt her.
The tiny woman would keep her sole company for hours afterwards, getting smothered underfoot or dashed against the floor over and over again, until Martha, sitting down to watch TV, brought her foot up on her lap and started idly scratching it. Her long, red nails slid over her sole until they found and picked out a tiny little thing. She was about to flick it away, until she recognized that pathetic figure.
“So that's where you've been,” she muttered, watching as her little ant of a daughter slowly stirred in her grip, looking so pitifully dirty and disheveled after all that time underfoot. “You just can't keep away from my soles, can you?” Martha grinned as she rolled the tiny woman between her fingertips, easily smothering her from head to toes. “I might have to start charging you by the hour to stay with them.” For a second Martha considered putting Natalie back on her sole, but when she loosened her grip a little to see Nat's little face again, her eyes flicked down to the cleavage that her low-cut black top left fully exposed.“Or maybe you should spend time with some other part of me, see if you like it any better. I think I have the perfect place for you right here.” When Martha moved Natalie closer to her gargantuan face, red lips parted in a grin that showed off her pearly whites, the tiny woman feared that she was headed for her mom's mouth. She never thought that Martha was about to drop her in a very different place, not until she was already bouncing down the inner faces of those giant breasts. Soon she was wedged at the bottom of that chasm, staring up at that part of the outside world she could see beyond her mother's mountainous E-cups.
Martha's chuckles made her daughter's world quake and sent little Nat a tiny bit deeper into her cleavage. Heavy flesh all but engulfed Natalie. Its warmth suffused her body. She pushed against it, but she was nothing next to those heaving mounds, and all it took was Martha crossing her arms underneath for Natalie to be flattened in between them. “Perfect. Now just stay put while I finish watching my show.” Martha's voice resounded in her cleavage, the vibration utterly dominating her daughter. Nat groaned, but there was nothing she could do. She spent several minutes trapped there, until Martha dropped her arms and let her breasts hang freely again. They separated just enough to let Nat see her immense mother's face above, already back to ignoring her as if she didn't even exist. She tried to wriggle free, but Martha's skin had captured her. It took a long time to extract herself from it, and in the meantime Martha glanced down from time to time, surveying her daughter's struggles with delight and putting a little bounce in her breasts to tease her.
Natalie was blushing the entire time. She would rather be back down under her mom's foot than here with these huge breasts shoved in her face. Even at her normal size, Martha's chest put hers to shame. To see them blown up to such a monstrous size, to find herself so casually dominated by their immense mass, made a total mockery of her as a woman. She wanted nothing more than to escape them.
Once she was no longer wedged in the walls of caramel warmth, Natalie started climbing out of the monstrous cleavage. Martha's skin was almost vertical down there, but that slight stickiness of human skin, so much more noticeable to a tiny thing like Nat, let her continue without much issue. Even when those tits wobbled at Martha's slightest movement, Natalie only had to lie flat against them to ensure she wouldn't fall.
“Enjoying yourself?” Martha asked with a wink and a giggle. It was all Nat could do just to cling to the jiggling flesh and hope she wouldn't fall down. “You've come a long way from when you were stuck between my boobies, haven't you? A whole three inches! It's almost nothing to me, but I'm sure it must feel like a lot to you, isn't that right? I mean, you started so long ago and you still haven't made it to the top. So adorable how you're putting in all that effort for such a little thing. I'm sure you must have really wanted to make it up there. Well, maybe you'll get your chance later, but now my show's over and it's time for some errands. Of course, you can come along with me too. I just need to leave you somewhere safe.
Everything jiggled as Martha's hand came to rest on her boob, and still more when an outstretched finger slid down the rounded slope of that breast to fall on Nat. A little pressure was all Martha needed to collect her daughter onto her fingertip. She held Nat to her eye, and found the tiny woman all splayed out on that wrinkly, grooved skin. Martha gave her a kiss, smothering Natalie against her lip, then tugged at her top and her bra and swiped her daughter off inside.
Her bra and shirt fell back into place, holding Natalie to her mom's tit. The tiny woman tried to see how much she could move, but as she did, the flesh stirred and pushed against her, pinning her down even more forcefully—Martha's nipple growing embarrassingly erect.
“Mmmm,” the older woman muttered as she groped herself. Nat was usually too small to be felt at this size, but here on one of Martha's sensitive points her tiny movements felt delightfully ticklish. Martha tweaked her nipple, teasing it to its maximum size. “There we go,” she chuckled. “Now you'll be staying put for sure.” Her breasts heaved as she stood. They bounced as she walked, transmitted to her every one of Martha's movements, making her a victim of each. It all kept her rubbing against Martha's nipple, and kept that nipple firm and erect, its pressure effortlessly dominating her. All she could do was contemplate her own insignificance next to her mother's magnificent mammaries, feeling like nothing but a mole on Martha's boob.
It took a long time for that nipple to shrink and soften again. Natalie found that she could move a little bit once that pressure on her was eased, and she tried to at least crawl away from Martha's nipple, but it hardened again when she moved too quick. After waiting for it to shrink back, she made it out by going slowly, and stopped when she was safely past her mom's areola.
It wasn't much longer before Martha returned home after her shopping. Once she'd put everything away, she went to her room where she took off both top and bra to find Natalie clinging to the upper slope of her boob. She giggled. “Having a good nap? Come here, I have something to show you.” She collected Nat with her fingertips, and after a short trip, Nat found herself dropped on a hard, metallic surface. Before she could get a handle on what was happening, Martha's finger push a cage door down above her until it clicked, shutting her in this tight metal cage, barely big enough for a single shrinker.
Martha pulled up the silver chain from which hung her daughter's cage, peering in at Natalie as the tiny woman swung to and fro before her eyes. The bottom of it was a solid disk of metal, and the back of it was closed off too. The front side was a curved door of metal bars, too densely packed for anything more than an arm to fit through them. Natalie gripped those bars to keep her balance as her cage swung from its chain, and peered out in terror at her mother's amused eyes. “A perfect fit.” Martha held the cage between her fingers, turning it all around to admire the workmanship. “Now let's see how it looks on me.” Martha put on the necklace, lowering Nat's cage down into her cleavage, where it settled against her sternum in the depths between those breasts. Natalie looked out from those depths, seeing the mirror appear in the distance beyond those breasts, and her mother's reflection with it. It was the cleavage Natalie stared at in that reflection. At this distance she couldn't even see herself in there. Never before in all the times she'd shrunk had she felt so much like an insignificant nothing than she did right then. Natalie tried to push the door open when Martha released it, but the clasp was shut too tight; she was trapped.
But Martha couldn't care less about what her daughter was feeling. “You look dazzling on me, honey!” She raised her hands to where the chain hung on her collarbones, gently adjusting it until she was satisfied. “I think I'll go topless so I can look at you whenever I want. You don't mind, do you, Nat?” She didn't bother listening for an answer before going turning around and going for a walk around the house, staring all the while at her little ant of a daughter hanging between her breasts. She hadn't felt this excited in ages; she had never felt this powerful before and she was loving it! She had definitely made the right choice buying this necklace. If only she'd know sooner how much fun she could be having with Nat when she shrank, she wouldn't have spent so much time ignoring the tiny thing.
Martha rocked her torso from side to side, delighting in every impact of that little cage against her breasts. She held her tits and squeezed them together, their flesh bulging against the metal bars. She put on old hits and danced like she was a teen again, breasts swinging almost as wildly as her arms. Soon the bottle of wine she'd brought back was out and uncorked, glugging its contents into a tall, rounded cup.
Sweet red drops fell from her chin as she was chugging down the second cupful, and dripped down to her chest, flowing down her cleavage and onto Nat's cage. It soaked the shrinker's clothes, and made her woozy with the smell of alcohol. “Whoops!” Martha giggled afterwards. “Sorry about that. Let me clean you right up.” Natalie's cage was suddenly pulled upwards, and as it spun around the shrinker found herself level with her mother's face. Martha's cheeks were flush already, and when she opened her mouth, her breath was heavy with the smell of wine. The alcohol made Natalie dizzy again, and she didn't quite understand why her mother's mouth seemed to be growing bigger and bigger, not until she was lowered into Martha's maw.
Her mother's tongue took the little cage and started playing with it at once. Spit covered the cage, and oozed between the bars to reach Natalie sitting at the bottom. Even knowing she was safe inside her cage, Nat was terrified by the ease with which Martha's tongue handled her cage, and by the loud, sloppy noises of it sloshing around in her mouth. Her mom wouldn't eat her, she knew, but how could she feel safe while at the mercy of this monstrous tongue, or while those horrible teeth outside clinked against her cage? She was so relieved when she was finally pulled out again, even if only to be pressed against Martha's nipple.
“Mmmph!” Martha moaned as she rubbed the tiny cage into her nipple. “So nice. Isn't this nice, dear? I haven't felt this close to you in a long time. Do you like being this close to mother? Ha-ha! I'm so happy I bought this necklace for us! Now you can be with me wherever I go, and you don't even need to be under my foot for it. But maybe you miss my feet? He-he! Well, I can help you with that too!” Martha plodded to the couch, where she bluntly dropped her ass on the cushion, giggling as she held the cage and necklace in her fist. When she opened her hand, she unclasped the cage from the necklace, holding the clasp between her fingernails and giving it a little shake, laughing as it jostled her puny daughter. Then she lowered the cage and dropped it on the floor. It landed on its base before falling back, rolling twice and coming to a halt in a little nook between two floor tiles. Her mother was almost all that Natalie could see looking out of there, even before Martha brought her meaty, wrinkly soles over the tiny woman. Toes wiggled and soles scrunched overhead, showing off incredible power. Big toes nudged her cage around with ease, sending it rolling this way and that, or fell on it to hold it still, flesh covering the door to Nat's cage. Then those toes seized her, and smothered her nonstop.
For a while, Nat knew nothing save her mother's feet and her voice somewhere far away. She could hear Martha giggling over her, and sighing from time to time. Then came the moans, becoming more and more frequent, her breathing louder and more intent. It sounded like she was...
Natalie flushed all over, and shivered at the thought that her mother could be using her like this. Even being drunk was be no excuse! She could have been mistaken, but what other explanation was there for these sounds? When Martha finished and picked her out, the smell of those giant fingers further confirmed what Nat had already known. The tiny woman was given a kiss, then clumsily clasped back onto Martha's necklace. For the rest of the evening, Martha was content to lounge in the living room, watching her shows and occasionally playing with Natalie's cage, just nudging it with a nail or flicking it back and forth, amused just to see how easy it was to toy with Natalie at that size, softly chuckling at the sight of that little creature lying behind those bars.
All that time, Natalie tried her best to open her cage. She knew she should have grown back already since she'd shrunk so early today, but the cage was stopping her—a shrinker could never grow back if they lacked the room for it. She couldn't even make it budge, though, and if she'd made any progress at all, it was surely all undone when Martha gripped the cage again to unclasp it from the necklace before bed. Martha dropped the tiny thing in her navel when she went to sleep, bidding her daughter good night. Natalie spent another two hours trying to break free, but eventually exhaustion ended her efforts, and she fell into an uneasy sleep, cradled in the belly of her godly mother.