Helen
was reading her book in her armchair, illuminated by warm, orange
lamplight, when her youngest son entered.
“James.
Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I-I
couldn’t sleep.”
Smiling,
she slipped a bookmark between pages and set the book down. I know
that expression. He wants to ask for something, but he’s
embarrassed. How adorable! She
removed her reading glasses too, placing them atop the book.
“Come
on now, James. What can I help with? You know I can read you like a—”
She gestured at the side-table
and chuckled.
However,
his eyes weren’t on the book. They went straight past it, settling
on her shrink-ray beyond. Then they snapped up to the ceiling.
“Is Dad in bed?”
“He is. Needs to be well-rested
for work tomorrow. I assume this isn’t for his ears? It’s a
little soon to be buying birthday presents. Let me worry about that.”
James shook his head. “No.
Th-that’s not it.”
“Then what is it? Tell me.”
“I…” he seemed to be about
to speak, before he blushed and the words failed.
“Oh. I see. You’ve finally
got a girlfriend!”
He grimaced. “Sorry, no.”
“Well out with it then! We
don’t have all night.”
The poor boy looked positively
ill. Red-faced, trembling, stammering. She hadn’t seen him like
this since…
Helen grinned.
“I
think I understand. This is like the time your sister caught you
sniffing her gym shoes. I remember how funny that was. She demanded
foot rubs from that day on, didn’t she? And you were so happy to
give them, even with your brother calling you names. I’d have made
the same demand, but I couldn’t make you rub my old, wrinkly feet.
That would have been too mean.”
On the floor, her feet slipped
out of her slippers and rested in front of the tattered house-shoes.
When his eyes were dragged down to them and widened, she knew she was
on the right track.
“That’s
why your here, isn’t it? My
feet. Maybe I was a little too apprehensive back then. Now I feel
sad, thinking about all those foot rubs I’ve missed out on. Well,
there’s no time like the present to ca—”
“No,”
he said. “Y-you’re wrong.”
“Then please, enlighten me,
James.”
His
throat swelled with an audible gulp.
“O-okay. I do like your feet.
But that’s not all. I want… I want…”
Helen leaned closer and wiggled
her toes excitedly. “Go on. You’re so close.”
“I want to be your tiny
foot-pet!”
Silence. She blinked slowly, not
sure if she’d heard correctly.
“Why?” she asked.
“I just… do. I like feet.
Giant feet. Your feet. The idea of serving my own mother is so
humiliating, but I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s possible
with your shrink-ray.”
She
laughed, making him blush harder. “That’s quite the fantasy. As
much as I’d like to accept—I
know all about tiny people serving feet—I
don’t think I can. You’re my son. We want grand-kids someday!”
“Darren and Lauren will give
you grand-kids. They’re both so successful. They’re both in
committed relationships and have moved out. I’m not like them,
Mom.”
“And so you want to spend your
whole life shrunken at my feet?”
“Y-yeah.”
The idea was tempting. James
hadn’t been quite the exceptional child his siblings had been. Both
of them had always topped their classes in academics, athletics and
popularity. James always ended up around the bottom. Helen had given
a foot-pet a ‘test drive’ once, at a place where they were sold.
The experience was incredible, but so expensive! With James, all
she’d have to do is shrink him down and send off the papers.
Maybe
he was meant to be beneath people. This is what he wants, and I’ve
always given my children what they want.
“This
isn’t something you can go back on, James. Once you’re my
foot-pet, you’ll always be my foot-pet. I can’t imagine your
father will ever speak to you again. Your brother and sister will
find it hilarious, of course. If you thought the teasing back then
was bad, this time it’ll be brutal. Then there’s me. I’ll be a
kind owner, but I’ll also expect a lot from you. Your every waking
moment will be spent at my feet, and every sleeping moment in my
footwear. The smell will be intense at that size. The pressure when
you’re underfoot will feel as if you’re being crushed, yet the
density side-effect will protect your body. Disobey me, and you’ll
be punished.”
“Wait,
you’re okay with it?”
“Very much so. I adore having
my feet fussed over.”
“And you’ll shrink me to be
your foot-pet?”
“Only
if it’s really
what you want, James. Are you sure?”
He hesitated, then looked down at
her feet again and clenched his fists.
“Yes!”
“Keep it down,” Helen said,
chuckling. She grabbed the shrink-ray and adjusted the setting to
three inches. “You’ll wake your father up.”
The shrink-ray made a bunch of
noises and came to life in her hand, lighting up. She aimed it at her
son and fired. Within seconds he was tiny, staring up in wonder at
her and her mature, comparatively gigantic feet.
“Come
on, my new pet. You have years
of foot massages to make up for.”
*
* *
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong!
Cheddar’s
naked body was trapped underneath the pudgy ball of his owner’s
giant foot as he attended to her toes, stretching his neck to lick
anything in reach. As always, the undersides of her toes and the
spaces in-between had a strong, sour flavour that made him shudder
with disgust.
“That’ll
be Lauren and the twins,” his owner said. “Go answer it would
you, dear? I’m a little busy with my favourite pet.”
“…disgusting…pervert…disappointment…”
“Don’t
listen to that grumpy old man. You’ve never disappointed my feet.”
The
foot atop Cheddar scrunched, causing the wrinkles to deepen and
multiple. The sole’s creases pinched his chastity cage, its natural
warmth stimulating his penis within. He groaned in frustration, the
cage preventing him from getting hard. Her rough skin caressed his
nipples too, adding to the sexual torment.
“Is
that little cage of yours uncomfortable? Since it’s Christmas, I
might give you a release, as
a present. When was your last? Two months ago? Three?”
Six,
Cheddar thought as tears welled. It wasn’t supposed to be
like this.
He wasn’t sure how much time
had passed since that fateful day. It’s hard to keep track when his
entire life revolves around a pair of mature feet. Twenty-four hours
a day, seven days a week, feet. Massaging them, kissing them, licking
them, being trampled underneath them. The reaction from the rest of
his family had been expected. His father disowned him. Whenever his
older siblings came over to visit, the teasing was relentless.
Before, his parents would have protected him. Now, the closest thing
he got was his owner hiding him beneath her foot.
Cheddar had been forbidden from
calling her ‘Mom’. She’d decided he was due a name change as
well, since he had been demoted from son to foot-pet.
It had been an eye-opening
experience, that was for sure. Cheddar wasn’t even sure he had a
foot fetish any more; spending every second of his life enslaved to a
pair of smelly feet larger than himself had destroyed almost all
interest in them. What remained of his fetish was kept under control
by the chastity cage—a
Christmas present from his sweet sister a few years ago.
His owner’s toes playfully
squeezed his head as children ran past.
“Behave, you two! Play nice
with your cousins,” Lauren shouted.
Cheddar felt anxious listening to
his former sister’s approaching footsteps. Whilst his former
brother was content with verbal bullying, she was much more hands on.
Not counting his owner’s festive mercy, Lauren was the only person
who got him Christmas ‘gifts’.
The chastity cage had been the
cruellest so far, seconded by the social media account documenting
his new life to the world. He cowered under toes, scared of what
she’d got him this year.
Her shadow was cast over him.
Rather than peek between the toes and see her likely smiling face, he
dutifully kept licking them instead.
“My toes really needed this.
They’ve been feeling so unloved recently,” Cheddar’s owner
said.
“Aww, is little James not
giving his mommy’s toes enough love?” his former sister said.
“Lauren. We’ve spoke about
this. Cheddar. Not James, Cheddar.”
“Oh, yeah, my bad! It’s
because he stinks like your feet, right?”
“That’s right!”
They both laughed together and
Cheddar felt himself reddening with humiliation, attempting to behind
the toes as a massive pair of blue eyes appeared above them, peering
between. They twinkled with amusement—he
didn’t need to see her mouth to know she was grinning. Her skin
crinkled as she presumably grimaced at the odour.
“Ergh. You’re not wrong, Mom.
Very cheesy.”
“Sounds
like someone’s
not doing a good enough job down there. Cheddar, do you want a
release for Christmas or not? Because if you do, you’re gonna have
to work a lot harder.”
They laughed again as he sped up
the licking, lapping up more and more of the various flavours of his
owner’s toe-flesh.
“I’ve
got him a wonderful present this year,” Lauren said. “Should I
spoil the surprise? I really wanna spoil the surprise.”
His owner chuckled. “Go ahead,
sweetie.”
Lauren giggled childishly.
“Remember
those gym shoes of mine I caught you sniffing, all that time ago, J—
Cheddar?
It feels like so long ago. That was before I had the twins, before
Darren gave me the cutest nieces and nephews. Before you decided to
become Mom’s tiny toe-toy. Well, I found them. At the back of my
closet, in a ragged old shoebox. They reek just as bad as they used
to, only staler. I was quite surprised that they still fit. Tightly,
but I can get my feet in with some effort.
“That was several months ago.
Ever since, I’ve been wearing them. No socks. Finding those rotten
things was a blessing in disguise, really, because they motivated me
to start exercising again. Now those gym shoes are nasty beyond
belief. And,” she paused to snicker, “those are your presents!
Your ex-sister’s stinkiest shoes!”
“How kind!” Cheddar’s owner
said, caressing his face with the soft pads of her toes. “What do
we say when someone gets us a gift, slave?”
“…thank…you…” he
managed. Words were difficult these days—his vocal chords were out
of practice.
“You’re welcome, foot freak!
Smell ’em good, because that’s the stench of your future owner’s
feet.”
Cheddar stopped licking.
“That’s a long way off yet,”
his owner grumbled. “I still have a good few decades left in me.”
“I know that, Mom. I just mean…
eventually…”
He didn’t like the sound of the
chuckle that followed.
“Oi! Did I tell you to stop
licking? And, yes, I suppose that will be the case one day. Your
brother certainly won’t be interested. I can’t remember the last
time he even insulted Cheddar.”
Cheddar went back to licking his
owner’s salty toes, trying not to burst into tears as the two women
above discussed his fate so casually.