"Wow! This is really nice! I wasn't sure this would work at all! Well, Mikey, mommy is very happy with you so far. You've been a very brave little boy! I think that's worth ten dollars to me! Aren't you happy? Only twenty-five more dollars to go! Soon I'll be repaid and I'll have to be paying you for real! But, Mikey, it isn't like I can just tuck a twenty dollar bill into your g-string. Hmm. I suppose I could just fold the money up and tuck it in between my own pretty toes for you. You should be to find it if you crawl around and explore enough. Ooh, I like the thought of that! Be still my beating heart! Well, we'll figure out how to pay you later, won't we my little boy toy? Maybe we can do some bartering? I'm sure there are things mommy could... do for you. Hmm. Well, I want to go for walk. It's nice and warm outside. I think you're fine wearing that. It's not supposed to rain."

By the time she had made it through the front door of her house I had discovered when to breathe as she took a step. I willed myself to retreat inwards, rationing my fortitude and energy as I was beaten with each thunderous, graceful yet piston-like motion of her humongous leg. I could smell freshly cut grass and the light was different, much brighter and warmer. There were terrible crunching sounds beneath me as the giantess trod upon bits of gravel. Soon the thickly cushioned pad of flesh which rhythmically slammed into me grew moist. I was bathed in fresh, viscous foot sweat. I heard a tremendous and deep feminine voice call out to my mother. She stopped walking and her big toe settled on me, sealing all of my body except for part of my head beneath it in a wet and hot vice.

I could hear the other skyscraper sized being approach, the crunching, swishing sound of grass being crushed underfoot. If I could only get their attention!

"Hi, Linda!"

"Hi, Samantha! I thought you would be at the restaurant today?"

Samantha was a beautiful girl a year or two younger than I. She worked in a little place situated in the strip mall down the street from my mother's house.

"Not today. I took the day off, it's my mother's birthday and we are all going out tonight to celebrate."

From my fleshy prison I managed to turn my head and look upwards into the sky. Samantha was a towering sight, all bare tanned legs and distant foreshortened features. My hard-on grew stiffer as I peered up at her through one eye.

"Well, wish her a happy birthday from me, will you?"

The vast and frightening being shifted nervously from leg to leg for a moment. The grass out in front of me crunched ferociously under her huge, out of view feet.

"We were thinking of taking her to Chase's Buck-Line this evening."

"Oh? Sounds like it's going to be a late night!"

"Someone told me that your son, Mike, is actually dancing there. Is that true? Maybe we could get-"

"No, no, no, Mike is busy with college. Besides, he would never do something like that. Mike is always a good boy, I make sure of that."

"Aww. That's too bad. I was kind of hoping the rumor was true. It would have been fun to see. I always thought Mike was sort of cute."

"Thank you, dear. He is cute, isn't he? But, don't hold your breath, Samantha, Mike likes older women. I think he might be in love. He is finally getting close to a woman he has been absolutely obsessed with for years now."

My mother's toe flattened me beneath it, the ridged monstrosity sealed down over my head. I could still hear their words as I quivered.

"Oh? Well, great for him. Do you think they'll get married?"

"I'm not sure she is good for him. I honestly think it's all physical attraction. She seems very dominating and possessive of him. It's sad, but she has Mike right where she wants him, Sam. He's under her thumb, more or less. But, maybe that is what Mike likes. Love and lust can be complicated."

I could sense the awkwardness in the brief silence exuded from the mighty form of sweet, unsophisticated Samantha. It was ended by a loud electronic chime from somewhere beyond my hellish prison.

"Oh, that's my brother, I really have to talk to him. Say hi to Mike for me if you see him! He deserves better than her, and you can tell him I said so!"

"Okay, I'll tell him to not let her walk all over him. Bye, Sam."

My mother turned and began to walk again. After a couple of minutes she stopped. The enormous digit was raised off of me and the sweat and funk which coated me grew cold in the summer air.

"What are you doing down there, little bug?"

My mother was not looking at me, her distant pretty face was tilted at a slightly different angle and she was looking beyond her feet.

"Don't you know what I do to bugs that cross my path? Here, let me show you."

I flew through the air and the landing was very light. I wasn't entirely sure if my enormous mother had placed her foot back on the ground again.

"Just a little bit of pressure, that's all it takes, isn't that right, Mikey?"

The sandal moved slowly forward and then settled. I could hear chitinous legs scraping frantically against the tread directly beneath me.

"You don't even deserve to be beneath me."

My mother's distant face smiled coldly as she lowered her big toe again, covering me completely. As she pressed down on me I could hear a terrible, wet crunch, as loud as fireworks to my ears. She had deliberately spared me beneath her toe, not transferring the fatal crushing pressure through my little body. It didn't matter. The act was enough to drive me into hysterics. She was laughing as I thrashed against my bonds, my tiny movements delicately tickling my mother's monumental and possessive anatomy. The beautiful big toe arched upwards off of me as she giggled.

"Ooh! Mikey! Mommy likes that!"

The big toe lowered and hovered, low enough onto me that my tiny struggles tickled the dense, sweaty flesh. My beautiful mother tucked a bundle of long blonde hair behind her ear as she smiled down at me. The leviathan winked at me before the ridged flesh molded down over me again, squeezing the air from my vulnerable body.

She continued to laugh as she began walking for a bit longer. Then all was still again. The big toe eased slightly on top of me and I could get some air and light, it was simply pinning me gently to the slick, nasty leather beneath me.

"Oh, what's wrong, Mikey? Did I kill one of your little friends? But, Mike, bugs deserve to die! Surely you can understand that, can't you? I mean, how can something so tiny be deserving of my compassion? They really are vermin and nothing more. The way they crawl around is creepy, don't you think? Oh, and when they are crawling on me… Eew! Just eew!"

The toe arched upwards and slowly waggled in the air just above me. We were at the front door to the house. I grew dizzy as she turned around and sat down on the concrete steps. Her enormous hands clasped her smooth shin just above her ankle as she looked down at me.

"You didn't think- you didn't think mommy was going to crush you, did you? Wait a minute, that's not it at all, is it? Oh, Mikey! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that you were vermin! I really did it this time, didn't I? If I have to have a son that is a bug, I am glad that you are that bug, Mike. Cheer up! Samantha thinks you're cute. That's something, isn't it? But, I wonder if she likes bugs? Because that might change her opinion of you now, I guess. Oh, I'm confusing the issue again and making everything worse, aren't I?"

My mother's hand left her shin and lowered over me. Her index finger softly stroked over the short length of my naked body as she smiled sweetly.

"Well, if it matters at all, you deserve to be beneath me. You might be a bug, but you are my bug. You belong here, Mikey, and I'll stick up for you. I won't let anyone take that away from you. Who cares what Samantha thinks. You'll never end up underneath of her. She can't have you. She doesn't know what you like."

Her fingernail softly ran across the bulging, firm pad of her toe which hung above me as she smiled, looking out across her yard for a moment.

"I know what I like. I like big, strong, confident young men. But not exactly. I like it when a confident and headstrong young man is... reduced... to a frightened and vulnerable state. A psychoanalyst might have a field-day with that, hmm? Especially when an attractive, obviously assertive lawyer such as myself experiences such a messy divorce. Someone might think I am expressing my pent up anger. Or perhaps that I am simply indulging in some sort of a sick revenge fantasy. But I'm not, am I, Mike? Maybe someone ought to examine you, then? Maybe you're responsible for all of this. But, Mike, you've vanished! You're missing! Taken out of the world under mysterious circumstances. Never to be seen or heard from again. It's just so sad."

My cruel mother's smile frightened me to my core as her shapely digit blotted out the light.

"Well, I'll try and examine you, Mike. See if I can help you in some small way. Maybe I can find something which explains this strange situation you've found yourself in."

The enormous big toe ran across me as I struggled. The ridges of the toe print caught and pulled at my incredibly thin, shrunken skin. It raised again and then lightly pressed against my engorged penis.

"What's that there? Do you think that somehow this inconsequential little thing has something to do with all of this? I can't imagine something so tiny could be important at all. I mean, this certainly is a complex state of affairs. This couldn't be the linchpin to everything- could it? Hmm. It sure is tiny for a linchpin, isn't it? What do you think, Mikey? Do you think that I should investigate further? Maybe together we can figure this out? I'm willing to give it a try, and I don't think you are going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe this is a clue? Maybe it will be a tiny piece of that great big puzzle, the mystery of how you ended up an insect."

My mother began to stroke her digit across me. I grew even harder and she seemed to feel it, a smile came to her face as her toe adjusted, running lightly over me. Now she held the enormous pad of her toe almost off of me as she moved. The sticky and wet ridges only caressed those extremities which stood up off of me the farthest; my toes, hard cock and occasionally my face. Her touch was wonderful and terrible. I felt the cartilage in the end of my nose almost buckle as her skin caught and dragged my nose painfully out of line. To shield my tiny nose I threw my head fully to one side and her pernicious toe print felt like it was almost tearing my ear from my head. I had to settle on an uncomfortable angle which presented my cheek and jaw to her unintentionally rough petting. I coughed and then gagged as her thick skin consistently dragged my lips open and forced nasty and thick perspiration into my mouth. I easily willed tears to shed trying to comfort my stinging eyes. Despite the grotesque torture I felt myself approaching orgasm. A moment later the underside of her toe had stopped, it lightly rested on me. There was a haughty, satisfied giggle and I realized I had been grinding my hips into the bottom of her toe.

"Let's go inside. I have a little project I'd like for you to help me with. Nothing too terrible. Just mom stuff."

I survived my mother's crushing, lumbering steps into the kitchen. She removed the sandals and placed the one I was strapped to on top of the table. Using the lure-making tools she carefully freed me from my bonds. Her eyes twinkled as she gently gathered me up. She seemed amused that I was soaked through with her sweat. Her five foot diameter fingers closed over me, nestling me in a warm, dark, gently closed fist. She walked briefly as I weakly rubbed life back into my sore limbs. When her fingers opened we were in her bedroom. My stomach tightened into a hard knot. She had deliberately almost stroked me to orgasm. Now I found myself in her bedroom. I shut my eyes as I frowned, shaking my head uselessly in denial. There were loud noises all around me and I instinctively peered around, she was crawling onto the bed.

I was swiftly lowered toward the bed, and my mother delicately put me on the mattress. I lay face down, limp. Around me more noises filled the air and the mattress beneath me rocked and quaked. I was gently rolled over onto my back by a familiar sweaty and stinky surface. The big toe of her left foot captured me beneath it, once again pinning me. I sank gently into the giant rough weave of the bedspread. Only my head was left free.

My frightening mother placed her elegant hand on her bent left knee, and expertly filed her fingernails. I watched her beyond the length of her enormous tanned leg. I felt empty inside, completely spent. The blonde goddess paused and looked at her handiwork before looking down at me with a mischievous smile.

“You know,” she said, with a wolfish grin, “you're just so tiny, Mikey. I've been wondering about all of the way that you can help me around here. You've got to earn your keep, you know. After all, you're under my roof now. But, maybe being a bug can be useful. Maybe we can harness your... youthful indiscretions... maybe some good can come from your... impulsiveness. So, you are going to help me paint my nails.''

No tears came to my eyes. I just lay there, trying to savor what little peace she afforded me for a few moments longer beneath her dominating toe.

"Don't go anywhere," she giggled as she reached over to retrieve a zeppelin-sized red silk satchel off of the nightstand. What choice did I have? She was obviously the one in control. Above me she fiddled, laying out giant nail tools onto the bedspread.

My mother spent the next ten minutes taking the nail polish off of her right foot, then she retrieved me from beneath her left big toe and placed me beneath the other one so she could work on her left foot. Soon her nails were unvarnished, and I was quite light-headed and buzzed from the polish remover's fumes.

After that she picked up a q-tip and her nail clippers and I saw her delicately clip off one end of the q-tip, close to the cotton swab. She filed the clipped end of the hollow plastic shaft of the q-tip with a nail file for a quite a while, occasionally carefully appraising it up close to her eyes and then finally smiled down at me deviously. She then produced some clear plastic tape and cutting off a small piece she folded it longways upon itself almost it's entire length before attaching one end of it to the cut end of the q-tip she had been working on.

Her giant beautiful big toe lifted up off of me. She reached down swiftly, and before I could even get up, she pinched me between her fingers. I was brought up to her huge smiling face.

"Let's get you ready to hold the paintbrush," she said with a smirk.

My mother brought me down in front of the toes of her right foot and then gently pressed me against the front of her big toe. She slowly rubbed the front-side of my tiny body against the ridged hot skin of her toe pad. I shuddered as I grew hard. She continued this for another moment or two, giggling to herself. Finally she raised me up to her face again and examined me. My face grew red as I saw her huge blue eyes almost cross as she studied my tiny hard penis. The succulent lips puckered enormously and my mother lightly blew on me, grinning as I thrashed.

She licked her lips and grinned widely, "Perfect! What a nice little paintbrush handle. So tiny and straight, ready to service mommy's toenails."

She reached out with a pinky fingertip and dabbed lightly at my hard dick. My mother held up her q-tip contraption and brought it slowly towards me. I suddenly realized what she had intended. I began to try and squirm against her fingertips, but she was too strong to resist. She slid the q-tip's hollow plastic shaft over my penis and delicately wrapped the folded tape around my waist like a belt. She secured the q-tip to my manhood deftly and then dipped the end of my "brush" into the red nail polish bottle. The fumes burned my eyes and I shut them tight. She held me above her big toe's nail and began to move me back and forth gracefully, painting her toenail with my hardened cock!

It did not take long before I was completely intoxicated on nail polish fumes. My mother's prodigious fingertips carried me back and forth; from gigantic nail polish bottle to the enormous unvarnished toenails. Back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally the huge being would let out a giggle and the enormous toes I hovered over would flex in mirth. My intoxication steadily worsened and eventually I was badly hallucinating, completely gone.

I vaguely remember at one point beginning to scream. My evil mother's immeasurable body parts seemed to have grown even larger and this frightened me to no end. I shrieked uncontrollably and her actions made everything worse. She brought me to her enormous face and mocked me as I cried. At some point the giant woman grew irritated with me and threatened my tiny head and shoulders with a pinch of her thumb and fingertips. As she berated me her fleshy digits slowly closed, sealing my tiny head and upper body in an enormous dainty pinch. She lifted me up and held me as she laughed, my tiny head abused between her sweet smelling fingers as I dangled. My chest was too constricted to breathe, the tape threatening to cut into the thin skin of my hips. I remember calming down at some point, and my immense cruel mother then began painting her enormous fingernails with the armature protruding off the end of my battered and sensitive cock.

I remember contemplating this strange form of hell. For close to an hour my entire world was my mother's vast face and her hands. My intoxication by the nail polish fumes was exponentially growing worse and the mental effects more frightening. My thoughts were strange as my tiny body was tightly compacted in the pinched crevice between two of her fingers, endlessly making the trip from the top of the nail polish bottle and then hovering over each enormous fingertip. To my poisoned, reeling mind there was a strange sense of peace in what was happening. I was able to participate in my mother's private world. But I realized after a while that this was wrong. I was so tiny that in fact, my mother was my private world. I had no choice, thanks to her, I was participating.

I was deeply humbled and I lost some piece of myself in the experience. Perhaps it was because she was using me as a trivial tool to perform a such a mundane task. Perhaps it was because of our size difference, after all she could crush me to a chunk-strewn liquid with a small movement of one of the fingers she had forced me to service. Her fingernails were almost the size and grossly general shape of small, overturned rowboats to me. I knew she was punishing me for having a secret fascination with her. I also knew this was only partially my punishment, she was delighted to paint her nails with a bespoke brush fastened to her shrunken son's penis.

She broke me as she painted her nails. The entire time she whispered and cooed down at me like I was a simpleminded, barely aware pet: baby words spoken with a hushed condescendingly cheerful tone. Her enormous face was always very close by, a face from a theater screen with gales of steamy breath washing over me as she lavished her well-prepped nails with polish. Her face terrified me, for close to an hour it floated very close to my tiny body. Her eyes never left my tiny form as she worked. She would smile warmly and sweetly at me as I cried and struggled, but there was no sweetness there, it only served to bite me more deeply with how casual her domination of me was. I was utterly helpless.

I remember at some point she was done with me. She struggled to undo the makeshift polish brush from me. I recalled being terrified that my face would accidentally be planted into a wet nail tip and I would die, blind and suffocating as the nail polish's toxins coursed full strength through my tiny body. She retrieved a pair of small scissors from her nail bag. One of the enormous blades was ran up against my body as she clipped free the transparent tape belt from around my waist and legs.

She placed me on the end table for a moment and she retrieved a spare foam toe separator. She carefully stabbed through the center of it with the scissors and picked me up again gingerly and awkwardly in her wet polish hindered fingers. I was slowly thrust through the ragged hole she had just created until my head stuck through the other side. With that she gently laid me down on the end table.

I struggled to breathe in the gigantic tan block of foam which pressed in around me painfully. Stretched out before me was the enormous vista of my mother's bed. She laid against giant throw pillows as she watched TV, her beautiful toes pried apart by little tan pieces of foam. I watched in my hazy stupor as she carefully pressed buttons on the remote, ever mindful of ruining a wet fingernail. She finally settled on a television show she liked. She glanced over at me and pouted.

"Oh, Mikey, you look lonely over there! Why don't you come over here and watch TV with me? You can help mommy."

My mother picked up the toe separator I was wedged within and brought me over one of her feet. She pried loose the separator from between her big toe and second toe. She carefully wedged my stifling prison between her huge toes and smiled sweetly down at me before reclining back on her bed to watch the show. The fumes of the nail polish were much worse here and they surrounded me in a potent and invisible cloud.

I lapsed in and out of consciousness. I do not know how many frights I suffered as I would endlessly wake, my inebriated mind neutral and blank. Then I would see in what first glance seemed to be a bizarre golden mountain chain stretched out before me. But those immense, distant features had terrifying contextual relationships with one another.

Each feature I stupidly gazed upon brought to me closer to the agony of epiphany. Sometimes I would first spot her content, happy face and then my screaming would begin. Other times it was one of her massive beautiful hands which would give away these bronzed mountains singular, impossible identity. Sometimes it took minutes of gazing upon her distant belly or bush or massive pink-kissed nipples before I understood. Yet, each time I would eventually realize that the landscape surrounding me and stretching into the distance was not really a place, but was, in fact, a person. Then the immediate, sanity bruising epiphany of where I was, what had happened, what she had done to me would ravage my mind with a withering impact.

Each of these idiotic realizations was a thunder stroke followed by my struggling and screaming. Each of my panicked outbursts was cruelly, though inadvertently, mocked by her. The distant, colossal face would inevitably rise upwards from just beyond the gilded landscape and smile at my agitated squeaks. Inevitably the fumes would overtake me once more. I would become limp and silent once again, wiping my mind blank and setting me up for another cruel awakening.

My last memory was being curled up, tiny and naked on my mother's warm and endless bare stomach. Her beautiful face hovered in the far distance beyond the massive hills of her breasts. I was in the throes of the fumes intoxicating effects now more than ever. I was hallucinating terribly, lost completely in my own world. I could not understand her, the deep and booming words she thundered down at me were gibberish.

My cruel mother's face was demonic and her skin seemed to crawl as if something moved from within it. One vast, pretty hand rested on her stomach, filling me with an awful dread. I remember her casually savaging me with her fingers, she was probably merely playing with me. The gigantic fingertips would chase and then inevitably flatten me beneath of them as I struggled vainly to escape. I remember trying to hide from her in the endless tangle of her pubic hair, but she effortlessly caught me and I was dragged back to the golden landscape of her tummy for more torment. She played with me for a long time until I no longer had the strength to defy her. A fingernail nudged my limp, panting body across her tanned skin as she rumbled.

I idly wondered if she had other tiny people somewhere. Was this their blood she had covered her nails with? I thought I saw entrails and clumps of hair streaked across the thick, convex shield of keratin that pressed against my face. Yet, when I tried to focus on these grisly remains they dissolved before my eyes. Far away across this landscape she was thundering incoherently. I watched as the immense demoness frowned and she carefully hit me with the end of her index fingernail in a slow motion flick. Perhaps she struck me on my head, perhaps it was the fumes cumulative toxicity, I do not know. All I know is that I tumbled helplessly across her dense, glistening flesh. I landed in a golden, crystalline thicket of tall, wiry hair and passed out.

Slowly I woke up. My head pounded fiercely and my stomach felt terrible. My throat was sore and my mouth tasted of nail polish accelerant. At first I did not know where I was at all. I found myself plastered to an enormous ridged area, giant flesh, obviously my mother's flesh. I slowly tried to pull my face and upper body away from the hot and sticky surface. I was in an enormous shadowy crevice, loose enough that I could move my arms and head, tight enough that I was snugged in vertically. On both sides of my tiny naked body were walls of flesh. I realized as I tried to get my bearings that the flesh around me pulsed almost imperceptibly. It was my mother's blood feeding her enormous body, pushed by the chugging tempest of her distant enormous heart.

This throbbing eventually began to irritate me in a strange way. It was uncomfortable for me, as if my own breathing and heart rate kept trying to unsuccessfully match hers. I finally could no longer stand it, I turned over as best as I could and then gravity seemed to take over. I slid slowly downwards, the walls around me moved, tightening against me until I ceased my slow descent. The dense and hot bulwarks of the crevice closed on me as I screamed. I was trapped for only a moment, and I took tiny, shallow breaths as I began sobbing.

"Please… please mother, just…"

Then the grooved, ridged skin of the walls surrounding me moved violently, the hot flesh against my front shot in one direction as that against my back slipped the other way. I was a bit of soft, flexible nothing, a clump of waste thread from a shirt sleeve, a squashed raisin, a tapered length of lint ground between my mother's vast, dominating and truthfully, daintier body parts. I was spun in place, my tiny arms hurt terribly as they were pressed against my ribs, my tiny legs suffered as well, forced against each other forcefully and tangled. The crevice rubbed against itself around me with an enormous and frightening noise. The sound was leathery and of immense strength, the ragged hum of the ridges colliding and pushing past one another. After a moment of this there was silence and stillness again. Her immense flesh did not let up on my tiny form. I drew in a grateful, shaky breath.

"Mother! Please don't kill me! I don't want to die like a bug! Please…"

The flesh rippled around me again. I began screaming as I renewed my struggling. The bulging flesh twitched once, shaking me almost to unconsciousness. Then the crevice grew even tighter, pressing my face into the sickening smelly ridges, sealing all air and light from my delicate head and greedy lungs. I struggled to suck in a breath, then another one, then I grew lightheaded, then darkness took me.

I woke again. Everything slowly coalesced around me as I sought to see where I was. I was no longer in a tight crevice somewhere on my mother's huge body. Above me were the sides of two enormous toes, they lay still, towering into the air on each side of me like cars stood on end. I lay on the webbing between my mother's frightening and sexy big toe and her second toe. I had not moved far, I surmised. I was just no longer up there, the helpless toy of the swollen and fleshy ends of her two toes. She had simply relaxed her mighty toes and I had fallen backwards to the warm cradle of the webbing spanning between the enormous digits.

I heard a strange and soft rumbling in the distance. It was my mother! She was softly snoring! I knew I was in bed with her, tucked between two of her toes. I felt bile rise in my throat in time with my intense loathing of my huge captor. I had always thought of my mother as, well, my mother. Not a dominating woman. Not a giantess who wished to shrink her only son and play with and dominate him. I realized that I did not know this woman whom I had called mother my entire life. She was, more or less from my point of view evil… But more than that, she was peculiarly kinky and no longer viewed me as a person. I knew I was no longer a person in her eyes because of where I found myself now, trapped between her frightening toes like a strange toy.

In front of me and behind me was a wall of tight mesh, my mother was wearing hose. I laughed bitterly out loud. Of course she was wearing hose! She did not want to lose her new toy! I had to escape!

I slowly rolled over to my stomach and started to drag myself across the hot and leathery flesh. The enormous toes twitched. I froze, I even held my breath in that moment. Suddenly my entire world was moving. Somewhere in the distance I heard the goddess-like being snort as she changed position in her bed. I was thrown into one of the fleshy walls as my entire anatomy-prison rolled. The enormous toes clenched closed at the top first and the space quickly became dire as the digits closed upon me. The light went quickly away as I began screaming, all around me was my mother's enormous sinful flesh. I was trapped like a bug again.

I waited for fifteen minutes in that demeaning position, plastered to my mother's sticky skin, held, clasped by those frightening and dominating ridged walls. Satisfied that she would not move again soon I began to inch my way through the crevice, constantly fighting the urge to panic, to struggle. I knew she could crush me to a paste between her freshly polished maternal toes.

Soon I was rewarded, my slow-motion fight succeeded and my head pushed past the horrific crevice. I breathed in the wonderful fresh air but I did not pause. I continued to climb, moving ever so slowly. Soon I had reached the edge of one of my mother's toenails. This was obviously her big toe. The expansive, bowed red shell lay before me, embedded upon and framed by tanned flesh. Finally I had freed both my legs. Against my entire backside was the rigid and rough netting of her hose. It pressed downwards against me, resisting my motions and resisting my attempts to stay moving on all fours.

I tried several times to crawl onto my demonic mother's toenail. Parts of it were too slick, I would not want to be there if she moved again. Finally I paused and lay down lengthwise in the trough where the side of her toenail dove in a steep curve where it met her flesh. In the trough of these two surfaces I lay for quite some time because my giantess mother's toenail was cool on my skin. I drank in the coolness and rolled over when my other side became too hot against the long bulging hillock of skin.

My head still hurt and my throat was still sore. In the dim light I cried, letting my cheek lay against the cool red lacquered surface. I was my own mother's plaything. She owned me completely. I might never reclaim my life. I might never escape her. All I had to do was look around. Even though she was asleep my enormous crazy mother was dominating me. I was naked, perhaps an inch tall, and I lay crying on a beautiful and intimidatingly enormous woman's big toe. If that was not improbable enough, it was my mother's big toe. I was just a tiny little thing, a toy, a distraction for my colossal mother. I began trembling. I could not stand even touching her. But there was nothing I could do. My world was her foot. My campsite and sanctuary her insane big toe. I lay there, tiny and alone, tucked against the side of my mother's toenail. As I wept I drifted off to sleep once again.

I awoke to motion all around me. The enormous digit was thrown back and forth. I was violently thrown out onto the enormous convex toenail and then I slid downwards, slamming into the curb-like cuticle. I was surprised nothing had been broken as I lay there trying to catch my breath.

"Mikey, oh Mikey! Did you sleep well, my little nail polish brush?"

As I watched my mother's enormous hand erupted from under the sheets and a monstrous index finger tentatively probed right next to me, in between her toes. I was trembling in fear.

"Where have you gotten to?"

The limitless bed sheets slid away and I turned my head and tightly shut my eyes against the bright light streaming through the huge window. The enormous foot was moving, causing a terrible noise as her hard heel scraped across the mattress cover as she dragged her foot towards her. Then, the titaness began laughing.

"There you are! Are you checking out your handiwork? Performing some maintenance on my pretty toenail?"

My mother's puffy, freshly awakened face lowered over me. Beyond the enormous toe I lay trapped upon at quite some distance my mother's vast, naked hips towered upwards from the wrinkly plain of the bed. Her enormous pussy was set into the shadowy valley of flesh. It was like a waterfall composed of blonde hair, cascading down the maternal and mountainous terrain of her crotch. This was a very real landscape to me, distant and huge, framed in by the soaring peaks of her thighs.

I fought to remain sane, my terrible mother was all around me and even worse than that, I was a mere insect on her body. Yet, the most brutal horror of all was the fact that this familiar, cruel goddess was now awake and I had her complete attention. I gritted my teeth as a panicked shriek left my mouth, I was shaking, violent tremors brought on by my hellish predicament. I wondered fleetingly if the nail polish fumes still colored my perceptions. Perhaps I should try and calm down? That brought on a desperate and weak laugh. The enormous index finger lowered over me as my titanic mother smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, Mikey."

The pad of the fingertip came on and eclipsed everything beyond the mesh of the hose. It pressed down onto me, smashing me into the base of her toenail. She began to slowly stroke it over my tiny trembling form, harshly pressing the netting down painfully into my flesh.

"Did you sleep well? I thought about making a tiny little bed for you, but I wanted to keep you someplace where I could… monitor you. Besides, I had so much fun with you after you passed out, I was tired."

Her face came in even lower over me and her enormous pretty finger slowly molded my pitifully tiny naked body against the soft, raised edge of her big toe's cuticle as she pet me more slowly, more aggressively.

She whispered conspiratorially to me, "I like your soft little body. It felt so good between my toes!" Her finger let up on me after an especially long smash against her cuticle and toenail's juncture.

She cleared her throat and continued in her normal voice, “But, Mikey, you didn't struggle or protest while you were unconscious. I missed that. I almost felt like I might have been taking advantage of you, while you were passed out. Silly, right? Hmm. I bet you're trembling right now, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Mommy just wants someone to worship her and is no one better to do that than you! After all, you're the one who used to steal glances at my feet before you went off to college.”

The titaness bent so low that her enormous mouth was right above me as she whispered again.

“I found your drawings in your things. You know the ones... all those toes and feet and fingers and mouths. But the more I looked at them the more I realized you were trying to capture an essence, an archetype. A whole sketchpad filled with attempts, over and over until you nailed it. I knew immediately where your inspiration came from. All I had to do was admit it to myself. After all, you're quite an artist. It was so obvious.”

She sat up, taking her frightening face and foul morning breath away from me as I laid nestled upon her enormous anatomy and wept openly.

“I got to thinking: Why should you have to go out in the world and look endlessly for a girl with just the right feet and hands to put you over the edge? That could take years, maybe even a decade or more! All those perfectly sweet ladies who would make wonderful wives, except, well, they don't have sexy toes like your own mother! All of those good women you would have to reject, for no good reason at all. Well, no reason anyone else but you and I could understand. All those hearts broken! Why should my son suffer, and why should all those young ladies have to suffer? So I decided, because I am your mother, I would save you all that trouble! Why settle for a look-a-like, Mikey? After all, you can now have the real thing! You don't honestly want a whole woman, do you? You don't need a whole woman, do you? You just need particular… parts… your mother's sexy parts, right? I thought even more, how could you enjoy those things you find so perfect about me? Fingers and toes just aren't very big, are they?"

She raised a wrist and was staring at the fingers of one of her hands, contemplative and quiet for a moment.

“I thought about letting you suck on them. I thought about going even farther than that. But, Mike, I don't want to have sex with my own son. I just wanted my little boy to be happy! That's when it occurred to me! I could make you the size of my fingers! Then, it wouldn't be sex to me, not with you the size of a little doll, it would be fun for me, it would be play. But then I thought, isn't more almost always better? You needed to be smaller than that! My sexy parts should be a size you wouldn't ever be able to ever resist! Something large enough to be worthy of your worship! And if I was going to shrink you, you need to be at the size I find most pleasing to me as well, after all, I don't want to be bored, do I? I figured if I am your obsession, then let's be honest about it. I am your mother, I used to be your entire world. Isn't it appropriate then that you're my teeny tiny toy now? You used to look to me for everything when I was your mother. But now you're grown up, and you moved away, a fine young man at college. But there was a catch, wasn't there, Mike? Of the whole sea of young women around you, you were looking for your template, sexy toes, pretty feet, well-kept hands with long, beautiful nails. So, my little toy, our relationship just changed, that's all. From a doting mother to a very real goddess. But I'm not the only one who has changed, am I? You've gone from a baby to a boy and now recently a young man. Welcome to your final stage, Mike. A new goddess needs at least one worshiper. Right, my tiny, delicate bug?”

The enormous fingertip was back and she pressed me down face first into her toenail.

"What do you think about your work? Mommy thinks you did a good job on her nails! That little tiny penis of yours is sure useful, isn't it? Well, I need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Some of us are real people and not little toys for their own mothers. Some of us need to be presentable to the world, you know. You stay right there, that's a good spot for you. Now hold on, I'll try and walk slowly."

My entire world accelerated as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. I was rattled to my core as her enormous beautiful feet touched down on the carpet. I was thrown back and forth as the huge being slowly wiggled her toes. Then my mother began to slowly walk

I hung on as well as I could, but it took everything in me not to become sick. I had to roll over onto my back and grip the netting of her hose with my fingers and even toes. I was kept in position, sliding back and forth slightly on the enormous toenail. She rummaged around above me and then I watched as the immense glossy white pillar of the toilet came into view. My mother sat down and I had to endure the sound and the smell of her piss as she brushed her teeth.

My torture in my precarious position went on for some twenty minutes as the vast entity primped and cleaned herself. Occasionally she glanced down at me, always a smile on her distant, almost tiny looking head. Finally she began to walk again and we reentered her bedroom. She sat down and scooted back on the bed, bringing both of her feet up on to it in front of her. I now had no support of her vast cool toenail and I was entirely clinging to the inside of her hose.

"You look uncomfortable like that. Let's get you out of there. I want to play with you."

I watched as she took off the stocking from her other foot. Then she carefully rolled back the hose on the foot where I resided. Soon I was swept away from her enormous toes. She held the rolled up hose to her face and smiled at me.

"Hello there! What are you doing in there? I have heard of devoted sons before, but you take it to another level. Really, Mike, shouldn't you be out dating someone?"

"Please, please mother! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone, I swear!"

"Really? I didn't know you felt like that. Well, I tell you what, let's try it on a trial basis, hmm? I mean, I don't want you to throw away your future just to be your mother's tiny and secret pet. What was that?"

"You have to let me go! Please! I'm so sorry, I've learned my lesson! I won't think about you anymore like that! I swear to God!"

"That sounds wonderful! Perhaps I'll squeeze you between my toes later. But I think I'd like to know more about this little body of yours. I'm not sure we could please each other. I am so big and you are so tiny. What is that? Yes, mommies toes are very sensitive! Here, let me show you!"

Her thumb and forefinger came down around me and closed delicately on my sobbing form. I was lifted out of the little round cup of rolled up hose. My huge mother brought me slowly to her upturned foot which rested on her thigh. She gently pressed my tiny body's front side against the pad of her enormous big toe.

"Where's that little penis? I'm going to find it, you know."

I was rubbed gently back and forth against the hot ridged flesh. Beyond me in the sky her huge face smiled a lusty, haughty smile.

"There are benefits to being mommie's toy. I could have just kept you full size. Maybe you and I could have gotten drunk and I might have shown off my feet to you, pretending that you were not looking the whole time. You know, perhaps give my perverted son something to masturbate about. Maybe, if we were really drunk I would have let you suck on my toes. Maybe. But now that your tiny I can just do whatever I want to you with just this single, solitary toe."

She pressed my entire body into the vast mighty pad using two fingers to hold me against it. Then as I grew hard my mother felt it. Once again she held me between her thumb and forefinger, I dangled, pinched between the thick fingertips of a feminine leviathan. She cooed down at me and rolled my tiny cock against my stomach using the bulging convex wall of flesh. In moments I was cumming, and as I did so she laughed softly.

"You're just so easy."

As she spoke she gently rubbed my tiny limp form against the immense pad of her big toe. She was using my own tiny, naked body to clean my cum from her skin.

"You just can't help yourself, can you? I guess that's your downfall, isn't it, Mikey? I suppose that's ultimately why you've ended up here, hmm? Well, I own you, you're mine now. There are benefits to being my toy, aren't there? But there are also some distinct disadvantages. There is a reason I thought this size would be good for you. See, Mike, you deserve to be just a bug compared to me, based on your poor choices. But, thanks to your perverted fantasies about me, I think you're going to positively thrive in your new role."

My mother was smiling as she brought me to the front of her big toe. She slowly stroked me across the bulging, comparatively soft flesh on the tip of her toe and her eyes were strangely amused. "You have a bigger problem than just being a bug, Mikey- your mother absolutely loves tiny people. I love being huge, even if that's just in my own head and in my own home. But, I like especially how you feel. I have some… well, some special places on my body that are very sensitive. You're already familiar with a few of my favorites. But, there are more places that I'd like to try. In a way, I'm a bit relieved that you were ruining your life. I won't feel like I'm taking advantage of you so much."

My skyscraper sized mother smiled tenderly and stroked my face across the smelly ridges of her toe, "I'm also glad that it's you that I'm sharing this experience with. This is very personal for me, Mikey. It's… slightly embarrassing and a little bit kinky. But, we have a special kind of trust now, don't we? I know all about your perverse little fantasies involving me. Perhaps it's time you understood a little bit better some of my fantasies involving tiny people like you? I think so. But, so far, we mesh very, very well together. Amazingly so, I think." I could not tell if this was an act. Was she mocking me? "Well… I've intentionally given you the perfect size for this next special place. It might be good for you to consider this as just another demonstration of how our relationship is right now. Perhaps you feel a bit better about everything if you convince yourself that I'm just punishing you. That I'm not going to be enjoying this immensely. Maybe that would help."

Before I knew what was happening she slid me across her big toe's massive tip and I was rammed against the underside of her long toenail. My mother's pretty face grew huge as it lowered overhead. "That's the spot, that's nice. Mmm!" My head was forced backwards painfully against the great, hornlike structure as she dragged me across this horrifying place. One of my kicking legs plunged between her toenail and flesh for a moment before I ripped it free with a panic-stricken tug. "Ooh! Oh god!" Everything quaked violently as my colossal mother twitched. She let out a thunderous giggle and her cheeks flushed.

"Mmm. Now you be a good little toy and hold still. I don't want to hurt you, Mikey."

Both beautiful hands converged on my tiny form. My mother's huge red nails were used like hulking, blunt tweezers to manipulate my inch long body. I was trembling but I forced myself to remain compliant. I could be fatally crushed beneath or between her immaculate digits if I were to struggle and leverage my feeble nakedness where it wouldn't survive her delicate movements.

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Once I realized what she had planned for me my body instinctively became rigid and I began to shriek. My mother's vast face smiled tranquilly as she delicately slid half of my body beneath the long nail of her big toe. "Oh, Mikey! You're a perfect fit!" I was babbling madly as my mother carefully captured and stowed my tiny toothpick-like arms and legs beneath her long shapely toenail.

"Oh! That's absolutely wonderful, Mikey!" I felt like I was going to get sick as the world spun. In a moment I could see her flushed, colossal grinning face beyond my terrible prison. My flexible, athletic mother had brought her toes up to her vast face.

"Scream! That's it, Mikey! Oh! Such adorable little screams coming out from under my toenail! That's just divine!" She was laughing at me, her eyes watering with mirth. Several of her enormous fingertips lightly danced and brushed across the horrific crevice, sending tremors through the impenetrable flesh.

"Aww, look at those handsome little muscles. I can see you straining!" My cruel mother squinted and one of her fingertips gently probed the densely plump shelf I had become wedged against. The edge of her monumental fingernail touched and stroked my tortured, weeping form softly.

"I can feel you breathing and your tiny sobs! How is it underneath of there, Mikey? Is it comfortable? You don't look so comfortable." She was smirking and her tongue peeked out and pressed against the bottoms of her upper teeth.

My mother was savoring my predicament with a leisurely, cheery delight. Something inside of me snapped just then. I began shrieking incoherently as I peered out of my hellish confinement and straight into my own mother's amused and aroused face. My breakdown only caused her to smile in delight.

"Aww, I really like those little screams. They sound like happy little squeaks to me." My mother's pretty face became focused, her beautiful mouth pursed. Her massive fingertip loomed huge in front of me and it's fingernail's edge pressed carefully against my head. "Squeak, squeak," she whispered, her eyes gleaming mischievously. I was roaring, my spit was plied into gossamer threads that bridged the thick edge of her probing nail and my unhinged expression. My spine was bent backwards as my tiny head was buried deeper into the dreadful trap."There, all snug like a bug... like my bug. Mmm, so nice." Her fingernail tamped gently against the curled length of my tiny quivering body before abandoning me.

My cruel mother kissed the tip of her big toe lightly and her mouth floated there, just beyond my grotesque prison. "I want you to struggle under there, Mikey," she whispered sultrily, hammering my tiny body with her hushed words, "Wiggle for mommy. Just imagine you're dancing, alright? That's not so hard, is it?"

The beautiful lips softly collided with the tip of her toe in another kiss. "You were a good little stripper, weren't you? But now you've been promoted to my toe toy. So do just as good of a job at this. Make me proud. Remember, you're still using that sexy body of yours to entertain with."

My mother's luscious mouth floated even closer, her vast lips almost touching her toe. My inescapable view as she spoke her next words was erotic and humbling, almost grotesque. Her gigantic lips impacted against one another almost violently in her hushed speech. I witnessed the brief flashes of the wet hints of her teeth and tongue just beyond those crushing, seamed pillows as each consonant was articulated.

The sight of that beautiful mouth whispering so close to my tiny body was traumatic enough. It was like crouching too closely to the mechanical aspects of some huge, dangerous machine. But, the words she whispered were drawn out, filled with a ridicule-tinged gravity which cut through me entirely. "Oh, don't worry! You're still a sexy hunk, Mikey, even if you've been reduced to a tiny, warm lump wedged and twitching against the tip of your own mother's toe. Mmm." I sobered for a moment from my struggling and I felt fresh tears course down my cheeks.

"Aww. Are you crying, my little bug? You're not struggling very much, Mikey. Mommy needs to remedy that, doesn't she?" My mother's vast lower lip tucked itself beneath her upper teeth as she squeezed it in a bite sexily. She slowly scrunched her massive big toe as I howled and begged her for mercy. My trapped and helpless body was compressed again and again until I could do no more than whimper.

"Mmm. I could just eat you up, couldn't I?"

As I lay there panting, the massive, beautiful mouth which hung in front of my diabolical prison puckered. It grew huge as my mother's toe came in much closer to her lower face. I was weakly screaming as my cruel tormentor slid her big toe into her mouth. The light faded as my tiny eardrums popped. Beyond my dreadful trap was the immense, shadowy cavern of my skyscraper-sized mother's mouth.

I was deafened by the violent squelching of thick saliva as she gently pumped her own big toe across her tongue. In a panic, I pushed against the sticky, smelly flesh which held me in place, trying to wedge myself further beneath her toenail. She began to hum as she engulfed her toe and it was a terrible, inescapable thunder that almost knocked me unconscious. A moment later, with a deafening smack of her lips I was out and into the light once again.

The glistening lips set into my mother's lower face curled into a smile as they floated at some distance away from me. "Wiggle for mommy," she whispered before a gigantic fingertip collided with the horn-like awning of her long toenail. I caught a glimpse of a thumb sweep in simultaneously just beneath the huge digit I lay wedged against. The mouth grinned widely as the smelly toenail crevice I was trapped within was compressed between her fingers. I howled, quivering, as my tiny naked body was pressed into the hard keratin ceiling by the sticky swell of my mother's fattening, heaving toepad. I saw her smiling, flushed face for only an instant before my world spun and my stomach roiled as my mother relaxed her leg back onto the bed again.

My mother left me in my nightmarish prison for a long time. For a while the monstrous being mocked me, cooing syrupy platitudes as she scrunched her thick digit. I was berserk with panic, yet no matter how much I struggled I could not extricate myself from between the press of the huge, curved keratin surface and the steamy, soft flesh. I quickly tired from my futile efforts to escape, but I did not give up. I rested between my struggles, mired and held pressed like a doomed bug, marshaling my energy for my next attempt. Each time I would explode with a blind, clawing effort I could hear her boom with laughter as my prison bucked and rocked with mirth.

I was glad I could not see my mother's face. Her laughter eventually turned to giggling, and that soon took on a bawdy, breathy edge. She grew quieter during my physical outbursts for a while. During an especially desperate attempt, as I managed to hook my foot against the thick edge of her toenail for leverage, her giggle ended in a suppressed moan. In my disgust and horror I gave up and lay still, gritting my teeth against the fierce tingling in my deeply caught hips from lack of blood flow. The tall, rotund and feminine prison tower which hid my entire tiny body flexed slowly, in a gentle rhythm. I grew drowsy, but I couldn't fall asleep! That terrible tingling kept spreading-I might never wake back up. I heard another distant moan as my mother pleasured herself. The cruel big toe's gentle movement was like being rocked…

I awoke suddenly, my prison was quaking and shuddering powerfully. I knew what had to have just transpired, but I pushed the thought of it away. I concentrated on flexing every muscle in my body to hopefully counter the buzzing, ever creeping tingling. This was a terrible place to die, and though I thought it odd, I did not want to die.

Ten minutes later my fleshy perch tilted and lowered to the mattress. The noise of crumpling sheets was punctuated by the protesting growls of an immense weight shifting on the mattress. Fingertips the size of oil rig equipment came into view beyond my fantastical, unnatural and cruel concealment and hovered there.

"Thank you, Mikey. I think that was worth another ten dollars to me. Let's see, I believe you only have fifteen dollars to go. You truly are a natural at this, you know. I see now, because of you, that an early retirement does not necessarily mean that I must drift, directionless and unneeded. I can still have a sense of satisfaction! I can still feel alive! You just spread smiles all around, don't you? I was feeling a void in my life, Mikey. Could you possibly know what it's like to feel you belong to a larger whole? To feel like you are counted upon, valued? I suppose you do now, don't you?"

My unseen tormentor laughed deafeningly and the huge toe reared back, causing me to feel sick with sudden dizziness.

Fingertips softly collided into the tip of the huge toe, the long red nails pried the pale, soft flesh downwards and I was suddenly free. I clawed and crawled forwards, and as I changed position my lower body was no longer choked. Feedback through my nerves caused me to moan and a moment later muscle spasms in strange, unfortunate places wracked my tiny form. I cried out in terrible pain and thrashed, rolling uncontrollable down the softly curving ridged cliff.

"Goodness! Was it a tight fit in there? Maybe next time-"

I dropped and landed hard in a heap on the wide raft of upturned, firm fingertips awaiting me below. An internal rumbling filled my ears, my vision dimmed and I was overwhelmed. Darkness took me away from the wave of pain.

Linda brought the tiny being close to her face and studied him. He looked fine, but he was obviously passed out, perhaps worse. She raised her upturned palm close to her eyes and with slow, restrained breaths watched him for several minutes. He was breathing, that much was sure. Linda bit her lip with concern, she certainly hoped she had not broken her toy. She gingerly pinched his calves between her fingertips and slowly dragged him to the center of her palm. Linda covered him up in her fist and got up off her bed, taking slow, steady steps as if she carried an over-full glass of water, slowly crossing her bedroom.

Linda retrieved a ring box from the back of her walk in closet. Still only using one hand she managed to flip it open. She plucked out the imitation velvet insert and shook any detritus from out of the little box. Linda made a hasty bed from a single sheet of toilet paper folded messily between the fingertips of her free hand. Prodding that down inside the ring box she ever so gently placed her tiny, naked son's unconscious form within. She brought the ring box very close to one of her eyes and invaded the tiny room with the tip of her little finger. She used the end of her long fingernail to rearrange his tiny limbs into something that resembled comfort. She hesitated for a moment, staring down at him. Linda had to consciously force herself to leave him be. She reminded herself of just how delicate he was. This was not at all like last night, this was not nail polish fumes driving him into a hallucinatory stupor. Linda had been too reckless, for too long, and in her desire for a nice, strong release had pushed his tiny body beyond what it could cope with.