The countdown was like a siren blasting through his head as Jason ran inside the house, nearly tripping over himself running up the slippery stairs.

He knew exactly where to hide, he’d had the idea tucked away for quite awhile now but bided his time for the perfect moment.

Jason knew this house like the back of his hand, he was all too familiar with his best mate Jessica’s house, they had grown up together with an open door policy, he even had his own key, he reached his destination of the Fletcher’s master bedroom.

Hide and seek was like a competitive sport between the pair even into mid teens, hours they’d wait in some tight crevice behind a wardrobe or in a tree just in the hope of beating their own personal best, which was currently Jess’s eight hours under a neighbour’s caravan, that had riled him having walked past it several times.

But she wasn’t expecting him to loop back around to her house, he began moving the random clutter and numerous shoeboxes that filled the underneath of the queen sized bed before climbing under into his covered box fort, he grumbled at the harsh wood panelled floor not exactly being the comfiest environment, the soft rug deemed only essential for one half of the room struck him as a poor choice, it must be freezing in winter!

It was rather tight and stuffy under the bed but it did have the advantage of being near invisible, the smell of expensive perfume and old sweaty leather wasn’t the most pleasant experience to his senses but suffering for the art of the perfect game was more than worth it, not to mention he’d hidden in far worse conditions for longer.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, having started in the early morning but his senses became alert as he heard front door open and slam shut in the distance like a ringing gunshot breaking up the quiet, clinking footsteps made him relax slightly knowing it certainly wasn’t Jess in her old sneakers, but simply her mother Caroline, Mrs. Fletcher was a rather imposing woman in every sense of the word, lean and tall and stood quite a fair bit over the short teen but it never really bothered him, no one could exactly control their height after all why let it bother you? Some people had it much worse than him after all…

His mind focused on the clinks of her high heels against the wooden floor, being so low to the ground it rung in his ears, no doubt she’s just just gotten home from her office job in town he thought, Jason didn’t quite know what she did, only that it was dealing with registration or something, tedious paperwork it had been described as.

Jason rolled his eyes, regretting not bringing his phone with him now as it was getting quite boring cooped under the bed.

Those loud footsteps quickly got louder as they left the stairs as the older woman walked into her bedroom, Jason’s eyes went wide in panic not sure how he’d explain himself if caught, but something kept him from revealing himself to her, a part of his mind told him to hide and cower away, there was danger here.

Mrs. Fletcher had always been lovely and kind to him, so he was unsure where this fear sprang up from but it was too late to question it now, surely she’d be gone in a few minutes after all anyway? Then he could make his escape.

The door closed with a click, the sound of a latch locking into place shortly followed, Jess had told him her parents had a privacy lock because she kept wandering in at awkward moments, it made a good deal of sense he thought to the point he even tried asking his parents for one before being given a swift amused no, but now he was trapped in here he realised, a small pit formed in his stomach knowing he really shouldn’t be here if she was locking the door.

A pair of shapely legs became visible in front of the hidden teenager's hideout, black shiny tights covered them up leading to a pristine set of gloss black open toe heels, his breath caught in his throat as his face was only inches away, he didn’t quite know why the sight was so… alluring?

Caroline gently turned around and settled on the edge of the soft bed, her foot tapped lightly against the floor, from his view he didn’t know what she was doing till he heard the noise of a phone. He didn’t pay too much attention to her conversation, trying in vain to respect at least some of her privacy he was now invading but it seemed to be a short and brief call.

She sighed as the call ended, Jason was surprised just how sad she sounded, it wasn’t like the cheerful woman he knew her to be, why was she bottling all this up alone in her room?

A hand drifted down in front of him and undid the shoes slowly, the black pedicured fingers like the rest of her were clean and pristine without blemish, she was a woman who abhorred a mess and loved a spotless home and figure to match.

And yet she always had a grin on her face, chuckling as he and Jess would show up all muddy at her door, happy just to see them happy together.

The shoes were gently kicked off her feet one by one, her foot gently pushed them under the bed out of sight and out of mind, she let out a relaxed sigh at her poor soles being freed from the rigid frames, Jason blushed as the cream hued insole of the heel was pushed right by his face, the odour of her long day was readily apparent, his world filled with the scent of faded foot lotion and stale sweat, he was surprised he didn’t mind it?

But his attention soon drifted back to the legs, she wobbled side to side briefly as she fished off her tights revealing the smooth caramel skin, again like before the tights too were soon pressed underneath towards him, next came her pencil skirt, Jason realised he was in over his head here but it was far too late to back out now, he really was trapped. He just had to pray he didn’t get caught.

Fear ran through his head mainly now, but there was something else boiling under the surface, he felt his crotch twitch at the sexy sight before him.

That went into overdrive when her lace black panties dropped to the floor, her bare sole swiped it back under the bed and it landed on Jason’s face, he didn’t realise he took a deep breath in and let out a tiny muffled quiet sigh of pleasure.

Heaven.

He’d be so dead if caught now, like actually dead - but he truly felt like he was reaching paradise in this moment, content to see the beautiful woman so naturally and candidly.

Caroline leaned her body over, her left sole popped off and dangled, the wrinkled creases squeezed and wiggled naturally as its owner focused on a new task, as much as Jason was loving his private personal show he did worry the longer he stayed the more likely he was to be caught.

He heard her open one of the bedside draws, a brief amused chuckle was all he could hear as it promptly slammed back shut.

The dangling sole planted back to the ground as she settled back properly, both feet began tapping the ground as if in anticipation, he wondered if she was going to paint her nails or something, but they already looked spotless?

And then something fell, a pale fleshy shape that contrasted the mature tan legs, Jason’s eyes went wide as the figure slowly moved and twitched before slowly standing up.

A three inch tall shrinkee, it looked like someone only a few years older than he was, the tiny man looked terrified and afraid, looking up above to the unseen woman’s face, his hands held out in silent prayer as he kneeled like a dutiful servant.

He hadn’t seen anything quite like it, sure he knew people sadly ended up as shrinkees and that they were usually given away to become household pets or ‘other things’ his parents had put it gently but now he realised the great big euphemism that actually meant.

Both Caroline’s large feet surrounded the tiny man on either side, slowly moving and tapping at the floor, a wall of undulating skin surrounded the small person, Jason wondered what that must’ve felt like to be so confined and with no chance of control.

The right foot lifted and began hovering over the shrinkee, whose tiny squeaks of ‘please’ and ‘sorry’ were simply ignored with a small giggle, Jason knew she could understand the shrinkee perfectly well, Jason felt his breath utterly stop as he saw the foot lower down, the tiny yelled as it pushed him off his kneeled position and toppled to his side, his hands limply trying to push away the soft ball of the foot.

Jason could see the impossibly small hands sink into the skin like it was nothing, he had nothing to offer Mrs. Fletcher in way of resistance, he was under her complete power, the stirring in his own pants was becoming unignorable, he didn’t even realise his own hand was going down his sweatpants, he quietly grasping his manhood and began to tug.

Unperturbed Caroline’s foot continued its casual assault, pressing up and down against the tiny like a pump, Jason watched the little guy getting lost in the soft leathery wrinkles, she got bolder pressing down harsher before raising her foot up, her lightly damp sweat held the man against the foot briefly before before falling off with a brief plop and landing onto the hard floor.

“You have no idea little man, the stress I’m under, you never had to deal with a job did you? What you shrank at.. eighteen was it? I’m more than twice your age. I've actually lived, you? You never even left your mum’s basement, never had a girlfriend either I suspect.” Caroline’s husky voice rumbled down, pitched perfectly to mock her toy.

The tiny just sobbed as he was painfully flicked face down by the huge monstrous big toe, Jason’s eyes widened as the shrinkee finally saw him hiding under the dark of the bed surrounded by her shoes and clothes, well little man I guess we are both fucked here Jason thought worryingly.

The shrinkee began trying to point under the bed at him alarming the hidden teen who tried to do a shushing gesture with his finger, the little fucker despite all the suffering his owner did to him was still loyal he realised in shock, but Jason didn’t have to worry as her foot pressed down a bit more harshly than before, he swore he heard a creak coming from the tiny’s body.

“I wonder what your family would think if they knew where you ended up, hmmn? did they think you were getting a kind owner waiting all those days in that glass case?”

Her toe pressed down on his chest as he was dragged across the floor, he trembled and sobbed, the seam between the floor panels scratched and scraped at his back leaving him painfully bruised but Caroline didn’t care, she let out a louder moan, Jason paused as he heard a gentle squelching sound from above.

Mrs. Fletcher was clearly… enjoying herself, despite being stuck he saw it as an invitation as he continued his own self-pleasure watching the private showcase in front of him, he already was starting to feel close, not knowing where this journey would end for him or the shrinkee, but in his fizzed up head it didn’t matter the consequences anymore, it was too late for that.

A loud repeated bang bang bang boomed across the room startling the woman, the teen and the shrinkee, Jason just had enough of a split second to remain motionless, his hand grasped his face to stifle a yelp, he felt a bead of sweat trailing down his head as he calmed his breathing, his dick ached for more attention but he didn’t dare risk it in that moment.

“MUM!” Jessica’s bratty tone rumbled through the door, well that explained where she was he grumbled.

“For fucks sake…” Caroline mutters quietly to herself darkly, before instantly adopting her more usual and practised cheerful tone. “Yes dearie?”

“I can’t find Jason anywhere, when is tea time I’m starvin’!”

“Have you checked behind the greenhouse? I think your dad emptied the compost bin the other day he might be in there.”

“Oh that’s totally it, thanks mum!”

“Just give me a few more minutes sweetheart and I’ll prep some of the leftovers from yesterday for you and Jason!”

Thundering footsteps cracked back down the stairs as Jessica resumed her important mission, the two normal sized people both let off a quiet sigh of relief to themselves.

“See what I mean little man? I can’t even get five minutes to myself these days…”

Jason watched as Caroline seemed spurred on now with the self imposed time limit, the tiny tried to crawl away in pain before her left foot joined in on the action, her right foot’s big toe held him down by his back as the smaller toes on her left foot descended with a cute wiggle.

“no! no! please don’t!” the tiny screeched, he seemed to know something Jason didn’t but then that creaking noise returned from earlier in full force made him realise her intent, the small toes went over his miniscule left leg and pressed down, even Jason could hear the leg snap.

“Whoops. I forget how fragile my toys can be, I’ll have to get a new one at this rate sadly~”

Both feet raised up hovering and moved back to either side of the whimpering shrinkee, he tried to kneel and pray again but he simply couldn’t with his leg bent in a harsh looking angle.

“You know, none of this would’ve happened if you behaved, trying to escape by calling from my phone was cute, you think I didn’t see those missed calls from your old friends?”

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

“Well I can’t have my pet be disloyal now can I? You are only good for one thing now little bug and that is stress relief, your final act in this world will be bringing me happiness, you should be proud.”

Jason felt a bit of drool leave the corner of his mouth at the electrically charged display, he felt his brain rewiring itself as he saw this simple act of domination up close and personal, he was in his own bubble watching the tiny be teased and broken by such simple motions of her foot, it was hard for him now to view the shrinkee as a person seeing just how easily they could be broken by his friend’s mother.

Did… did he want that for himself? Jason didn’t know, he imagined himself looking up at those huge soles from the perspective of the shrinkee, to see her scowling yet amused face look down at him with disdain, he could imagine the small coy smile as she flexed her soft toes over him making them the last sight he’d ever witness as a living being.

He was a witness to this giant woman’s power, he felt like he had found a place where he could one day belong, belonging under her was all he wanted now his eyes glazed over as he continued quietly jacking off, Caroline’s own louder moans ringing in his ears, the squishy wet sound of her own fun was all he ever wanted to hear again.

The big toe struck the shrinkee this time, his left arm creaked and cracked, he again tried to wobble and move but was now immobilised against the unyielding floor and soft lotioned skin of the giant milf looming over him.

God I wish that was me Jason could only dream, he truly wanted to be a shrinkee now - he felt like a piece of his brain clicked into place, a true pure purpose to devote himself to a higher being.

The shrinkee makes one last look directly at Jason, pleading silently for help his eyes watering but Jason couldn’t help but smile at him, not a cruel smile, but a warm congratulatory one for a life well spent, his purpose complete at last, the tiny was confused by the teenager’s look of envy as he was forced to endure what felt like unending brutal cruelty.

The feet then turned on their sides sandwiching the broken little man, he thought this was it and tried his best to limply wiggle away fruitlessly, he was no match for the godlike being he was owned by, she tutted in amusement at his pointless attempts.

“Lick bug.”

The shrinkee didn’t even hesitate as the two feet slammed together, awkwardly mangling the small body between them but never enough to kill, Jason watched as it humped and licked across the sole, fighting through its own damaged limbs to obey Caroline’s commands, shoving his head between the toes and swiping his tongue across all the tiny small crevices only a shrinkee would ever see or experience.

“I’d love to keep this going but honestly, you are boring me now. There is not a single ounce of effort left in those weak bones of yours and honestly, I’m a bit hungry for dinner myself now.”

Caroline began really ramping up her fingering, Jason felt the bed rocking above him, he didn’t know if she was actually being loud or it was just echoing all around him from the mixture of horniness and adrenaline fueled fear.

The left foot left the action leaving the shrinkee dropping back to the ground again accompanied by the singular sole now hovering overhead.

Mrs. Fletcher’s heel pressed down against the floor, flexing the top half of her foot over her broken toy, waving like a flag in the wind letting the tiny to get a good look at all the creases and lines that made up the bottom of her foot.

Jason felt so close now, he knew the shrinkee was not surviving this encounter nor did he think he should either, a woman like Caroline deserved it and more he believed, this was a beautiful sacrifice, he wondered if this was what the Aztecs did to their own shrinkees, bugs sacrificed to appease the gods, a god like Mrs. Fletcher.

The foot jolts to a stop, standing silent as a towering pillar of soft sweaty mature skin, Jason and the shrinkee both had a moment to catch their breath for different reasons, he could vaguely hear the tiny’s pitiful begs coming out as a half formed croak, its body twitched in pain.

“Goodbye bug.”

The foot lowered down very slowly, it almost looked gentle, knowing the tiny couldn’t move out of the way he could simply only sit there staring up as the sole got closer and closer, eventually it touched his bruised skin and did not yield to any of his half formed hits with his one remaining good arm.

The shrinkee had no words left to give to the world Jason knew, seeing its light slowly dimmer, starved of oxygen under the oppressive soft skin that had been stewing in its cramped heel confines on this long summer day, a fitting end for any shrinkee to have he decided there and then, Jason licked his lips in lust.

Creak!

Squish!

Crack!

The body still held together in one piece but it shuddered and fought everything it had left, the pressure increased ever so delicately and softly, the sounds of breakage were like an ever increasing domino effect before Caroline gave the final push with a loud moan.

The teen and mum both found their release at that moment, Caroline sighed loudly, Jason heard her body above splay across the large bed relaxed and content.

Whilst the tiny’s body burst like a rubber balloon, spilling gore by the side of her foot, not big enough to cause a great mess but still the dark red seeped into the sole of the foot, red lines were now tattooed across its surface in intricate patterns as the blood filled in the creases and toeprints.

The foot rose up and pressed down again, further breaking the body down into nothing before lifting up, droplets began to rain down to the floor as only half of the shrinkee’s remains stayed glued to its surface.

Jason tried to calm himself now the event was over, he’d never felt so sure of himself in his destiny.

Both feet landed back onto the floor as Mrs. Fletcher sat back up, the squelches as both feet played with the tiny remains tried to make Jason stir again but it was quickly ended as the woman pulled out some wipes from her draw and began cleaning up her mess, after all she did have dinner to prepare.

The red puddle was wiped and removed in a bundle of tissues whilst a wet wipe slowly rolled around her soft feet slowly removing the entrails and gore that was once a living person now no more than decoration.

Jason watched as the woman finally stood up with a relaxed final sigh at a job well done, humming a small tune to herself as she slipped into a pair of more comfortable leggings and white socks, the wipes and tissues containing the tiny’s small crimson remains were dropped into the small corner bin to be simply forgotten till it was emptied, she didn’t react or say anything about the life she had just erased, why would it deserve any remembrance or eulogy? Jason knew it didn’t.

He heard her socked feet begin walking towards the door and undoing the lock.

“If you wanted to watch hun, you only had to ask you know~” Her soft voice chuckled.

Jason’s eyes went wide but the feet quickly continued their march to the stairs leaving Jason on his own, he waited a few moments before swiftly making his departure, rattled by his shameful discovery unsure why she simply let him go like nothing happened, as he walked down the corridor he felt a pair of familar arms tackle him to the ground.

“You bastard, where were you?! I’ve looked everywhere!” Jessica was furious, but it just made him laugh much to her further fury, making him momentarily forget his worries “I mean, you technically found me?” he grinned up at her, clearly caked slightly in mud and dirt from where she had been searching for him.

He could almost see a blood vessel pop, her eye twitched “Tell. Me. Now.” She always did like to have her own way but he had the high ground here despite still being pinned by her, he wasn’t going to give up his victory “Maybe if you find me next time~”

Jessica groaned, “Fine. Mum just asked me if you're ok with chicken wings for dinner?” Still pinning her friend beneath her frame, not noticing the mention of her mother set him on edge but rather their two bodies being pressed together closely and awkwardly. “Yeah.. yeah sure that’ll be good.”

His friend hopped off him, offering a hand to help him up, he muttered his thanks as the two finally began making their way towards the kitchen, Jess was simply none the wiser to the life changing moment shared between her best friend and mother.

—

Several years later Jason sat down next to his crying mother, the ‘You Are Positive’ letter sat in his hand, his mum thought he was just locked in shock at the terrible news given his lack of reaction but deep beneath that blank exterior the eighteen year old was ecstatic, he watched his mum deep in thought staring off into the distance, of course it was harsh for her losing her only child but selfishly it wasn’t his biggest concern in that moment.

“We need to figure out who’ll take you in.”

He nodded, his hand grasped his chin in thought pretending to mull over options, a small smile creeping on his face turning back to his mum, he had made his choice years ago.

“Mrs. Fletcher? Jess’s mum.”

His mother thinks it over, it was a strong option she thought. An older mature owner was always ideal. After all they had known him for years and had good relations with the family, Margaret didn’t know Caroline too well but that was immaterial, she wanted to support her child’s choice in the big decision unlike many other parents who simply threw their kids to the wolves.

A tense silence seemed to linger, mother and son stared into each other, it was an important choice after all he could see her eyes ticking away at the suggestion, after all there were many closer friends of hers who’d no doubt love to get their clammy hands on a shrinkee.

“That’s not a bad pick, are you sure love?”

I nodded once, remaining mostly silent but deep down relaxed beyond relief, I was going to the one woman I actually wanted.

“I’ll make the call sweetheart, don’t worry too much everything is going to be just fine.”

Standing up she hugged her sitting son and left to make the important call. Jason sat there now allowing his grin to blossom into reality, I relaxed into my seat staring at the ceiling, yes everything was going to be fine he agreed with a happy smile, imagining those giant soft soles looming over him at long last.