Snoring.
Creeeeeeak.
Ken gently pushed open the room
into the living room, clenching his teeth at the high pitched sound
from the hinges. He waited for a reaction. Nothing.
“Mom?” he said, quietly.
Again, nothing.
With a small smile, he entered
the room. Laid out across the couch, napping, was his mother. Propped
up on the couch’s arm were her feet, covered by dark tights—likely
damp with sweat following a long day at the office. Their scent had
been perceivable even outside of the room, seeping into the hall
through the crack from which he’d spied.
“Jackpot,” Ken whispered,
hurrying over to the end of the couch.
Kneeling, he gazed at her feet.
Above average size for a woman, yet from the floor, looming above,
they looked huge. Perfectly wrinkled soles separated from him
by a thin layer of nylon.
Already—only
a few steps in—he could
smell nothing else. His mom’s feet had always had a strong aroma,
especially after hours and hours crammed into a pair of high-heels.
It was corny, and slightly vinegary, yet despite the unpleasantness
it was intoxicating… at least to Ken. He sampled the scent with a
few hesitant sniffs before getting closer, feeling himself hardening
in his shorts.
Close enough to feel their warmth
on his skin, the stink was incredible. He was surrounded by it,
submerged in a cloud of humid foot odour.
A small moan slipped out and he
froze, then continued sniffing after she didn’t so much as stir.
Eyes closed, he tuned out
everything but the aroma of sweaty feet. His erection twitched
furiously. His eager nose explored everywhere, working its way up.
Heels. Arches. Balls. Toes. The latter was where the most potent
odour lurked, warm pockets collected in the nooks around their
undersides, begging for him to insert his nose. Not once did he make
contact, no matter how tempted he felt, for fear of waking his mom
up. Although, they were close enough to warm his face.
Strangely, the smell seemed to be
getting stronger. At first he thought it was simply his imagination,
but soon it had increased noticeably.
Slowly, Ken opened his eyes.
His mom’s feet were bigger.
Much bigger.
“What the f—”
Any profanity was interrupted by
a gasp as he shrunk further, causing him to fall backward in
surprise, sprawled in a pool of oversized clothes.
“A
new outbreak of the shrinking virus has been going around, so be sure
to keep your distance from others in public. Wash your hands at every
possibility,” this morning’s
breaking news had said. “Shrinking in carriers is said to
be triggered by extreme sensory stimulation
“Blindingly
bright lights.
“Deafeningly
loud noises.
“Or,
even something as simple as particularly strong odours.”
Ken heard his mom suddenly snort
awake, heard the creak of the couch as she sat up and shuffled
closer to peek over the arm. Her investigative expression peered down
at him, freshly woken eyes still half-shut. A couple of slow blinks
was all it took to take in the unfolding scene, and her eyes shot
wide open.
“Kenneth! You’re small!”
In an anxious panic, he tore free
of the clothes that almost buried him, his mother’s shadow cast
across him as she stood; grew bigger as she approached, concerned. It
took him a shocked second before he realised he’d shrunk out of all
of his clothing.
Which meant he was half-sized,
naked and fully erect at the aromatic feet of his worried mom.
“Why are you…” Her words
trailed off as she glanced from her toes to him, seeing the shameful
scene. “Oh.”
Then, after a moment of silent
thought, “oh.”
All hints of maternal concern
fled from her expression. Like a switch had been flipped, her
features became stern and disapproving.
“I-i-it isn’t wh-what you
think.”
“Were you smelling my
feet, Kenneth?” She sniffed and reflexively wrinkled her nose.
“What’s wrong with you? They reek! I can hardly stand it and
they’re mine. Worst of all, there’s that. You should be
ashamed of yourself, young man!”
“Listen, you’re wrong. I—”
The words caught in his throat as
her fingers went to her nylon-encased knees, pinching the dark
material and tugging it down inch by inch. Once the crotch-section
was bunched up below the hem of her sensible skirt, she held it
steady and stepped out of the tights, one foot at a time. They were
tossed to the floor with Ken’s own clothes, spreading their bitter,
corny scent.
“…Mom?”
Now bare, his mom’s feet
fidgeted on the floor. Her cherry-red-topped toes curled and
stretched, the tiny joints making quiet bony clicks and pops.
They rose and fell, drumming the ground with their wide pads, sticky
patters sounding from the impact of the soft skin, damp and
slightly pruned with sweat.
Tearing his eyes away was
difficult, yet necessary. More inches were being chipped away from
his height since he sat so close to the discarded tights. He shuffled
away, not wanting to stand and further expose himself. However, his
mom stepped forward, blocking his path with a stomp.
Milliseconds after the sole
landed with a moist slap, her heady musk filled his airways
and he shrank some more.
“I know exactly what happened
here. Please, stop me if I say anything wrong,” she said. He knew
better than to protest, even with every stinky breath stealing his
size. “Being a filthy foot pervert, you waited until I got home
from work, when my feet are at their smelliest, and then waited until
I feel asleep. Once I was out like a light, you took advantage and
started sniffing away at my sweaty after-work feet to your heart’s
content.”
Her toes tensed against the
floor.
“Except you’d carelessly gone
and caught the shrinking virus. Now look at you. Getting smaller by
the second all because of my smelly feet.”
“Okay, you’re right. I’m an
idiot and a p-p-pervert. I-I’m sorry, really sorry. Mom, help me!
I’m still shrinking. Get your foot away from me and let’s go to
the hospital.”
A moment of heavy silence passed
with him looking up at her unreadable expression.
“Please, I’m scared, Mom,”
he continued. “I don’t want to get any smaller.”
“Maybe you should have thought
about that before taking advantage of my feet.”
Increasingly aware of how small
he was getting—likely
head-height with her knees if he were to stand—he
felt sick with panic that in opposition to his dwindling size.
“I’ll
do anything, just, please, save me!”
The toes on the foot beside him
drummed thoughtfully.
“Anything?” she asked,
chuckling.
Ken nodded frantically.
“Alright then. I’ll tell you
what I want.”
Drumming
toes stilled. Her foot moved, lifting from the ground and leaving a
footprint-shaped sheen in its absence. Instead of returned to rest
beside its twin, it remained in the air, hovering above him. It was
the first proper glimpse of either of her bare soles since removing
the tights. The numerous wrinkles were visibility moist with sweat.
After a day spent baking in a high-heel, wrapped in nylon, the skin
was left reddened, even yellowish in places.
And the smell…
Oh
god, the smell.
At this point, the incredibly
strong odour of his mom’s feet was barely erotic to him. With every
inch he lost, his sense of smell grew more powerful. That didn’t
stop his erection from stiffening further.
“I want to see just how small
you can get,” Ken’s mom said.
A chilling fear spread throughout
his body at her words. She didn’t give him a moment to react,
bringing her foot down right onto his wide-eyed face.
His body crumpled under her
weight, forced to the ground. Pushing back did nothing, the
difference in strength was far too great. It was like trying to move
a mountain. Her rough sole smothered his upper body completely,
soaking him with the layer of sweaty that already clung to it. His
face sunk into the pudgy ball of her foot, warm foot-flesh no matter
where he looked.
The worst part was the smell. As
he got smaller, it grew significantly stronger, and as it grew
stronger, he got smaller.
“You’re so tiny now!” she
exclaimed, laughing as he felt his legs shrink under her heel, which
proceeded to crush them.
Ken’s mom applied more pressure
now that he was entirely under her foot, causing the rest of his body
to become entombed in her stinky sole just like his head. He felt
himself began to perspire from the residual heat being shared, though
that was nothing compared to her own sweat.
Yelling only filled his mouth
with sour and salty flavours.
“Let’s see that little face
of yours. I want to see exactly how sorry you are.”
The foot lifted—taking
Ken with it for a moment, before the foot shook and dislodged
him—giving him a moment
to take a slightly-less-tainted breath. It moved down. Toes appeared
overhead, giving him an especially vinegary whiff. Her big and
seconds toes spread open before the foot descended once more,
surrounding his face with reeking skin that oozed some particularly
grimy substance. She peered between the toes from above, meeting his
eyes and smiling.
“What’s that I feel poking
into the bottom of my foot? It’s incredible, I can hardly stomach
the stench of my sweaty feet and you’re down there hard as a rock
thanks to them! Let’s see, what if I…”
An aroused gasp slipped
from his mouth. His mom had scrunched her sole, causing the warm
wrinkles to caress his naked body as they formed, enveloping his
erection between folds. She held the scrunch for the longest of
seconds before relaxing, smoothing out the skin as much as it was
able.
Then she repeated the process.
Over and over the dominating sole scrunched, dragging him closer to
an involuntary orgasm. Still shrinking, the all-encompassing sole
only became bigger and smellier, causing a complete sensory overload
as he approached that edge.
“If I don’t feel you licking
between my toes right away, Kenneth, you’re going in my dirty
tights and my feet will be joining you. Obviously, if that’s what
you want, feel free to disobey.”
Immediately he started lapping
away, his desperate tongue swiping the fine layer of nastiness from
the smelliest part of her foot. The sourness was overwhelming,
eye-watering, yet he endured, wanting nothing more than for this
nightmare to be done with.
Once he did start licking, his
mom scrunched harder than ever before and a sweaty wrinkle caught his
penis in a death-grip, squeezing it until it burst between the fleshy
folds. He cried out as the most intense orgasm shot through him,
bucking against the massive sole then spasming under its weight.
The orgasm was so mind-numbingly
strong that for a minute, everything went black.
When the world came back, his
body was no longer underneath her foot. No, he was now tiny enough
that all of him was between her giant toes, which stood taller than
him on either side.
“Somebody stopped
licking for a moment.” His mom’s voice boomed from above,
carrying an amused tone. “Do you know what that means?”
Before Ken could even think of a
response the walls closed around him. He was trapped between her
smelly toes. They gripped him tightly and lifted him up into the air.
He couldn’t help but notice he’d finally stopped shrinking,
although that brought little comfort now he was so small he fit in
his mother’s toe-crevice with room to spare.
His prison went dark. The sound
of nylon sliding against bare skin—usually
a subtle sound—was deafening at
his new size. That bitter, corny scent returned, mingling with the
odour of her foot.
“As
punishment for being a nasty little pervert, you can stay there all
tonight and
all tomorrow. Maybe even the day after, too! I’ll see how I feel.”
Ken’s mom laughed and rubbed her toes together, squeezing him. “Then
I’ll think about taking you to a hospital.”