A pathetic peep of mixed surprise and horror escaped Alex’s lips as he became nestled snugly between his mother’s muscular, juicy big toe and her second toe. Banging his head against the tender skin located in the crevice between Michelle’s digits, Alex was spared damage to his skull for the moment, but soon found it difficult to see the positives as his mother’s two toes gently began closing around him.
Thrashing wildly to get back to the relative freedom and safety of the kitchen floor, Alex found himself hopelessly gripped in the colossal, iron-strength masses of two of his mother’s squirming, exudate-doused toes. He squealed as he felt his torso pinned firmly down by Michelle’s second toe, arching carefully over his body, not even realizing his presence, so insignificant was his size. The toe began to slowly caress Alex’s body, completely unbeknownst to Michelle as she focused on whatever work she had laid out on the table. The boy fought the urge to squirm as he felt the soft wrinkles of his mother’s toe knead their way over his stomach and chest. Admittedly, it felt amazing, and unlike any kind of massage Alex had ever received, but the direness of the situation dampened this fact for him. He had to remain as motionless as possible, now more than ever, where, if he accidentally surprised his mother, her gut reaction might be to stamp downward with her full weight, and with his body wedged precariously under one of her toes, this would prove a messy outcome for the teen boy.
With bated breath, Alex remained entirely motionless as his mother’s hulk of a toe continued rolling firmly over his midsection, the monstrous digit coming in at well over double his own height. Despite the smooth, almost buttery feel of the sweat-slicked skin, Alex could feel the thickness of the flesh acting as a sort of protective padding against any sort of chance he had at overpowering it and rolling to safety.
As Alex began whole-heartedly praying for his mother to remain focused on her work for the time being rather than becoming aware of the fact that she had a small, animate object trapped helplessly under her enormous foot, the boy could feel the pressure of Michelle’s toe softening on his body as she absentmindedly set her heel back flat on the ground again. This was his chance. As the titanic woman’s toes wriggled into their new positions, Alex darted out from under his mother, looking forward just as the tremendous appendage came fully to rest back on the hardwood.
For a moment, the boy couldn’t help but stare in awe at the pair of airplane-sized feet belonging to his mother Michelle, the feeling of their awesome might bearing down on him lingering in his mind, threatening to disembowel him with a simple clenching of those powerful, fleshy digits. As the cold air began breezing back over his naked body, Alex couldn’t help but shiver and feel a newfound sense of deep respect for his mother’s feet setting in. At any other time, they would simply be the size 10 extremities of his female parent, but not right now. Right now, they were massive, muscular beasts simply taking a rest, but if upset, they could easily lash forward and grind Alex so thoroughly into the wrinkled valleys of Michelle’s sole he would remain as nothing more than a sticky red temporary tattoo under his mother’s foot. Trembling in fear and disgust at the violent degradation of such a fate, Alex resolved to put such thoughts out of his mind. He had to focus on staying alive.
It was at this moment that the observant young teen realized something new about the scene before him. Littered on the ground under one of the kitchen table chairs were a few loose, multicolored Legos belonging to Alex’s younger brother Thomas, who was still at little league soccer practice.
Wasting no time, Alex dashed to the little pile of plastic bricks and began weighing his options. There were six pieces of varying lengths, but more importantly, they were all separated and light enough for Alex to drag. Getting to work, the boy individually dragged each Lego brick across the length of the kitchen floor back to the chair his mother was sitting at, careful to maintain a safe distance away from her feet just in case she decided to arch them again. Then, with great effort, Alex managed to lift the pieces just high enough into the air to stack them onto each other and, moving upward, the ingenious little lad managed to build a meager Lego staircase. Catching his breath from the effort, Alex scrambled up the plastic steps of the stairs, which he had built just behind his mother’s right ankle, and perched himself on the top step.
He gulped. This was a risky move, but Alex realized he didn’t have much of a chance of reaching Michelle’s anklet jewelry, much less the hem of her green skirt, if he didn’t make the attempt. After a few breathless moments of waiting, Alex’s patience was rewarded. He watched as the sleeping beasts of flesh and muscle slowly awakened, his mother arching her slender bare feet against the hardwood floor again, sliding them backward. Leaping forward at just the right moment, Alex grabbed ahold of the faux-diamond anklet, firmly grasping at the corners of the gems for a better grip as Michelle nonchalantly kicked over the Lego staircase with her rising heel.
“What was…?” boomed a feminine voice uncertainly from far above, the warm, familiar tone of Michelle’s voice resonating in Alex’s tiny eardrums. Slowly, Alex felt his mother’s feet sliding forward, further under the table. He clung onto the anklet with all he had, determined to not lose his current foothold on the mountainous tower of his mom’s body. Staring backward, Alex watched, a chill running down his spine, as a slender, shapely hand the size of a parachute descended from above, each fingertip about as large as his entire body sliding over the floor, searching for the foreign object, French tipped fingernails tapping curiously at the ground. His awe returning, Alex watched as his mother snatched the Lego staircase up between two fingers as if it weighed nothing, recalling how tired it had made him just to build the thing, let alone be able to move it. It quickly disappeared back above the seat of the chair, beyond his view, along with his mom’s hand.
“Oh, for God’s sake… how many times have I told Thomas to put his toys away when he’s done with them?” mused Michelle loudly. Sighing, she scooted the chair backward, then planted both feet flat on the ground, standing up. This simple motion sent Alex on a wild motion sickness trip, but he held firm, wrapping an arm around the tight loop of the anklet for extra support, his legs banging against the firm skin of Michelle’s ankle.
“No, no, NO!” gasped Alex as he watched his mother’s left foot rise into the air, preparing to walk. “Stay here, Mom, stay here!”
Unsurprisingly, Michelle paid the indiscernible insect whispers of her diminutive son no heed as she lifted her right foot as well, and began padding slowly across the kitchen floor toward the living room.
“Not good…” gulped Alex as he rose into the air, suddenly an unwilling passenger on Michelle’s Olympian leg, clenching his fists around his mother’s ankle jewelry as tightly as possible in preparation for the rodeo ride he was about to endure.