Alex shuddered awake to the familiar tolling of the front doors' lock. From his bed Alex looked out into the vast expanse of the room in his groggy state, it was filled with a dark abyss illuminated by the pale moonlight. Out on the horizon, Alex saw the massive wall of wood slide open and off in the doorframe the towering form of his mother. Alex couldn't help but look at the feet of his mother encased in Crocs. The lumbering Crocs quickly approached his cage the thundering growing more powerful the closer they came. Alex was greeted by a wall of blue scrubs that his mother wore, her bottom-heavy form was projected in his window as she lumbered close to his cage. The woman had gained a considerable amount of weight over the years. The abyss was burned away as Alex's mother, Linda turned on the lamp that resided on the shelf above him. Alex blinked his eyes adjusting to the blinding light. In front of him was a view of his mother's scrubs-covered ass as it hung above his cage. Alex imagined Linda had no idea of the view she was giving him, the majesty of her middle age ass was on full display towards the miniature man. Underneath his bedsheets confined in his boxers, his dick grew to half-mast. Linda had probably acquired this habit as a nightly routine she had developed from all the late-night shifts, but Alex's mind raced with terrible scenarios where her massive ass collided with his cage. Alex couldn't help but remember countless jokes his friends made about his mom and her huge behind if only they could see it now. Below him, from inside the crocs, he could hear the plastic-on-flesh sound of his mother's bare feet slipping out of her shoes. Linda bent over, her prestigious ass constrained in the scrubs, pressed tightly against the fabric. Her ass crevice was revealed to the boy from the confines of her scrubs, and thoughts of what lay past them raced in the boy's mind. Linda reached two fingers into the Crocs and gently lifted them.
Linda turned around her lumbering mountainous form shook the ground, and gave Alex a view of her tired face. Her eyes were laced with dark crescents, her black hair tied up in a messy bun that hung above the young man. The view of Linda's face reminded Alex who the colossal behind he spied on belonged to. Linda then put the crocs on the shelf directly beneath the micro man's cage. The light then disappeared with a click. Alex's eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark then out in the distance Linda's giant face appeared in his window eyes peering into his small gray room, and a voice exited her red-adorned lips as they parted. In a whisper, "Goodnight Alex sorry if I woke you." The familiar voice of his mother. Guilt radiated out of the miniature young man's body from having stared so intensely at his mother's massive butt. The titaness's face then receded and gave the boy a view of her waist. Alex sat up in his bed and looked down below, at Linda's pale feet, her bulbous unpainted toes.
Thundering began to rage around him, as the titaness's sticky soles made a wet smacking sound as she walked away, her form disappearing down the hallway. Alex knew what would happen next as he lay in his bed. The cage began to radiate a familiar warmth, the air laced with the earthy smell of a nurse's post-work-feet. Alex coughed and sputtered, guiltily from his itchy boxers his cock grew. Goosebumps dotted the boy's skin despite the hot summer night, and on nights like these, it made the smell all the more potent. It has been a month of this nightly ritual, since being stricken with the virus. Alex had been locked up in a glorified hamster. The cages were usually sold to people who were still attached to their loved ones despite the loss of height. Alex's mother told him it was for his safety, she had told him stories of people coming into her work with mangled loved ones. Tiny people were crushed, flushed, mashed, and eaten. The horror stories didn't make the prison any easier to swallow. Alex craved freedom. Freedom from the stench of his family's feet, freedom from this cage, freedom from these desires. When he was the normal size he didn't have these thoughts, his family feet were the farthest thing on his mind while in college. When he was bigger his thoughts consisted of shitty frat beers, girls, and cramming for exams. Fate had seemed fit to imprison him, his sentence seemed to have no end in sight. Sure Alex had a bit of a foot fetish when he was larger. His fetish at least dated back to high school, many of his female teachers often wore sandals that fed his fetish, and a few girlfriends had cute feet. Alex never acted on his fetish though he denied it, and cut it away like a cancer. However, brought low by the virus in the dark Alex clumsily pulled down the tight-fitting undergarment revealing his nude form to the abyss. Alex's hard member stuck out into the cheesy stench throbbing. Alex felt his hand reach down to his hard member almost out of reflect as he conflictly huffed the air desperately trying to forget where it originated from. This would be the last time the young man told himself, then he would tell his mom to move his cage away from the shoe rack and put it somewhere else. Yes, that's what Alex would do, this would be the last time. After coming to a conflicted climax, the young man was lured to sleep by a hormonal cocktail of self-hate and pleasure. His forgotten dreams starred familiar titans.
The morning light beamed down upon the small man's cage, as his eyes tiredly blinked. Alex crawled from his bed, the plastic springs made a cracking sound as he did. Alex clumsily stepped towards the miniature dresser that his mother had purchased for him, forced to wear cheap itchy clothing purchased from online stores. The grey cage itself must have been 9 by 9 inches giving the half-inch-tall man a decent amount of space. It was decorated with a fountain that functioned both for bathing and as a drinking source. A bathroom that had to be changed daily by one of his family members, and a wheel that functioned as his only source of entertainment when the TV wasn't left on. Alex got on the wheel and then proceeded to run. As Alex exercised he reflected, he was bored and miserable. Even on the first night of incarceration, Alex knew what he was going to be treated to. Many of his college friends had shrunken. Aspiring engineers and doctors brought low by the disease, the lucky ones got to live with a partner, but many were sent back home. Alex was one of those stripped of their dreams, any hope of becoming an accountant was dashed when he was discovered by his dormmate who almost stepped on him.
What Alex didn't expect during his imprisonment was a newfound attraction for his family's feet that developed during his imprisonment, he wondered if it was the disease. Every time his mother and sister kicked off their shoes the smell would rise to his cage. The stench would usually last just a few minutes on a cool night, but it was still enough to trigger the young man's backed-up hormones. It wasn't just his family he had an attraction to either, one time his sister had invited over a few friends, and after Alex's sister had shown him off to all her friends, they all laid their assortment of shoes down beneath his cage and on that hot summer day, a diverse miasma of foot scents rose into Alex's meager abode. He had reached an awkward orgasm that day.
The worst part of the imprisonment, however, was the lack of control. Alex was locked into the cage, as the only way to open it was from the outside. Whether this feature of his entrapment was a holdover from when the manufacturers were making this cage for a pet, or whether his mother purposely bought one with a lock on the outside, Alex didn't know. Now the only time he was allowed to leave his cage was when one of his family members decided. Alex imagined the shrinking wouldn't have been so bad if he could explore his now city-sized house unrestricted. After a few minutes of running, Alex began to feel vibrations in the distance. Someone was approaching.