Ch1:

“Hola mamá!” Rose shouted, wrapping her arms around her mother, Camila’s neck as soon as she stepped through the door to the older woman’s house.

“Hola bebé, bienvenida,” Camila responded, hugging her daughter back before pulling away and looking over at Brandon, Rose’s husband, “And hello to you too, handsome~”

She giggled when Brandon blushed and looked away, quickly followed by Rose stomping her foot in mock anger and complaining, “Mamá! Don’t flirt with my husband!”

“Sorry, sorry, I can’t help it,” Camila laughed, waving her hand, “He’s just such a hunk. You really know how to pick them, Rosita.”

“Mamá!” she whined, blushing just like her husband. Her mother always had a way of getting a rise out of her, even down to the names she called her. Rose’s real name was Rosa, but everyone in her life just called her by her nickname. Everyone except Camila that was, to her mother, Rose would always be her “little Rosita.”

The older woman just giggled again before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “Muy bien, lo siento bebé. How about we head inside and catch up?”

It wasn’t the first time the three of them had gone through this song and dance, and none of them expected that it would be the last. Rose and Brandon didn’t live particularly far from Camila, and they came out to meet up with her fairly often. Today, for example, they had come to celebrate Rose getting a promotion at her job.

The three of them piled into Camila’s living room, the husband and wife duo taking over the couch while Camila sat down in one of her comfy recliners. The three of them talked late into the night, not sticking to any one topic for too long once they got past the initial round of congratulations for Rose, and had all gotten some alcohol in them.

Before they knew it, the day had bled away into night, and neither Rose or Brandon were sober enough to get them home safely. Of course, it wasn’t like this was the first time such a thing had happened, and of course, as with all good mothers, Camila had a guest bedroom prepared for just such an occasion. And so, after many hugs, and a few more glasses of wine, the husband and wife duo split off to get ready for bed while Camila stuck around in her living room to spend some time reading.

Once they’d brushed their teeth, Brandon and Rose cuddled up together in the guest bed and quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms. Then, partway through the night, Brandon woke up shivering and in a puddle of his own sweat. He felt super nauseous too, so he carefully extricated himself from his wife and snuck out of the dark room.

The man made his way towards the bathroom just down the hall, but before he could open the door the nausea overcame him, a wave of dizziness knocking him to the floor. As he fell, his vision went dark. Then he impacted against the soft, carpeted floor of the hallway, bouncing slightly against it.

Miraculously though, as soon as Brandon had closed his eyes, he’d felt better. His nausea had instantly cleared up and he no longer felt sick. Except, when he cracked open his eyes…things didn’t look right. The hallway was too big, the wood panel walls stretched up above him higher than skyscrapers and the ceiling hung high enough to be the sky. The carpet below him too, the normally small tufts brushed around his calves like large stalks of grass!

Brandon had…he’d shrunk! He must have caught the shrinking virus! He needed to get help. The man looked back towards the massive, cracked door to the room where his wife was sleeping but he quickly discounted it. Even if he somehow managed to climb onto the bed at his new size, there was no way he would be able to wake Rose up. That only left finding Camila. Light was seeping into the hallway from her living room, so she was probably still awake. The only problem was…as much as he loved his mother-in-law, she had a problem of believing things she read online unquestioningly, and there was a lot of misinformation going around about the shrinking virus.

Unfortunately, Brandon didn’t really have much of a choice but to hope she hadn’t read anything too weird since she was pretty much his only hope. So, he started clambering across the carpet towards the living room as quickly as he could. What normally would have been a journey of just a few steps took the now-tiny man well over five minutes. Finally, Brandon made it to the couch where he made the executive decision to go under it instead of going around. He needed to get to Camila, and he didn’t know how long she would stay awake, assuming she even still was, so taking the more direct route made enough sense to him.

It was certainly surreal to walk under the couch. The underside of it hung low enough to be a normal ceiling even though seeing it that way was anything but. It was also dark, the light from the lamps Camila had on not being enough to fully penetrate beneath the couch. That was not to mention the dust bunnies. Camila kept her house clean, being retired like she was there wasn’t much to stop her from keeping her house tidy, and as she liked to remind them, there was “No hay paz en un hogar sucio.”

Still, it's not like it was unusual for there to be dust under a couch. It just made Brandon’s journey slightly harder since he needed to push his way through the rather large dust bunnies. But finally, he came out on the other side and he saw her.

Camila was reclining in her seat, with her feet kicked up on her coffee table. The long, flowy skirt was wearing was riding up slightly from the way she was sitting, showing off her smooth, dark calves. The soft light from the lamp she had on flowed across her body, casting her in a golden glow. Combined with her size the first thought Brandon had when he saw her was: Goddess. And it was true, the middle-aged Latina, despite doing nothing but sitting and reading a book, looked nothing short of divine. Slowly, Brandon shook off his awe, before stepping fully out from under the couch.

“Camila!” He shouted.

Part of him didn’t expect her to hear him. She was so large, and so far away from him that he didn’t think there was any chance his voice would reach her. And yet, miraculously, she turned her head slightly towards him. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but his shout had at least gotten her attention in the back of her mind.

“Camila!” He shouted again.

“¿Brandon habla mientras duerme?” she murmured under her breath.

It was working, “Camila! Camila, I’m here!”

Slowly, she looked towards him, her dark eyes scanning across the floor for where the noise was coming from. They glided past him before coming back, finally she seemed to notice him. It took a moment, but then her eyes widened in shock. She definitely saw him.

“No…” she breathed.

Camila set her book on down on the coffee table. Then she dropped her feet to the ground. The twin impacts of her massive soles slamming into the carpeted floor shook the ground under Brandon as she stood up. It was surreal to Brandon to see something so large move with such grace and fluidity, but before he knew it, his mother-in-law had dropped to her knees in front of him.

Camila looked at Brandon in shock and horror now that she was close enough to tell that it was indeed him.

“Oh no, no no no no no…Brandon, I’m so sorry.” She apologized, her voice rumbling over the tiny man.

Why was she apologizing? She’d found him, he thought now he was safe and she could give him to Rose once his wife had woken up. Brandon didn’t know, but as Camila stared at him, she remembered some of the things she’d read on Facebook. Tinies, people afflicted with the shrinking virus, imprinted on whoever they saw first. It was unhealthy for them to be separated from whoever they became connected to. 

And Brandon had come to her first. Did he know? No, there was no way he would choose her over Rosita if he knew. She would need to explain it to him…but how? Oh! She knew, she should start by doing something that would be good for him now that he was tiny and had imprinted on her. She knew that, as his owner, her pheromones were the best thing to put his tiny mind and body at ease, and there was one part of her body that all the articles and videos agreed had the best pheromones for doing that. Plus, they all also agreed that it was the best thing to do with a new tiny since it was the best way to help them understand their new place.

Brandon watched as Camila climbed off her knees and rose back to her full height. The shrunken man’s jaw dropped in awe at how far her massive form towered above him. It was like looking at a living skyscraper. She quickly raised one of her smooth, brown feet into the air and held it over him. 

“I’m so sorry, Brandon…” she cooed yet again. Then she brought it down. He had no time to react, much less escape before she pinned him under her powerful, meaty sole. Although it was muffled by the mountain of warm flesh trapping him, Brandon could still hear Camila’s next, ominous words loud and clear, “I have to keep you now.”

Ch2:

Rose couldn’t believe her mother. She couldn’t believe she believed that people who shrink need to be kept by the first person who finds them. It was so dumb. It was so obviously untrue. And yet her mother refused to hand Brandon over to her after she woke up and found out her husband had caught the shrinking virus.

And she couldn’t even argue with her! Camila refused to hear her out, and Rose didn’t have the time to get her to see reason. Rose had, stupidly in retrospect, scheduled a meeting for early that day, which meant Rose and Brandon would have needed to leave really soon after waking up. And that meant that she didn’t have time to argue with her mother, or get her to give Brandon to her, she just had to leave, although she promised she would come back as soon as time allowed.

The one solace Rose had was that she knew her mom, and she knew she liked Brandon, so she didn’t have to worry about her treating him poorly. The only bad thing that might come of leaving him with her was if she’d heard some of the weird things floating around on the internet, like that tinies needed the feet of their “owners” to survive.

Brandon watched longingly from the palm of his mother-in-law’s hand as Rose left. He knew his wife wouldn’t leave him for very long, but he still wished he was going out that door with her instead of staying with Camila. Not that he didn’t love the woman, but the way she’d dropped her foot on him when she’d first seen him hadn’t been particularly endearing. Still, in terms of people to end up with, while Camila wasn’t his first choice, she would probably be his second, and honestly, staying with her for a bit might even be fun. It would be kind of like a vacation!

As soon as Rose left, Camila looked down at the little, naked man standing in her palm, “Alright Brandon, I need to do some research about how to keep tinies, so let’s go sit on the couch.”

The older woman didn’t wait for Brandon’s response, simply curling her smooth, dark fingers around him to keep him from falling as she began walking. As soon as she reached her couch, she gently set him on one end and sat down on the other. Before Brandon could get his bearings, Camila kicked her feet up in front of him. The impact of her dropping her meaty peds onto the soft couch cushions knocked Brandon off his feet, sending him tumbling down the newly created hill and straight into her brown soles.

“Oh, Brandon!” Camila giggled, wiggling her toes above him, “I know tinies like feet but have some decorum! At least let me get situated first.”

Brandon’s face burned. He couldn’t believe her. Worst of all, he couldn’t even escape her feet. The incline they’d created in the cushion was too steep for him to climb, so he was stuck, pressed against her heel.

At least they weren’t sweaty, he thought, trying to stay positive. Camila may not take the best care of her feet, but she did at least shower regularly, so it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Even if her thick, calloused feet weren’t particularly great. As soon as he’d had that thought though, he noticed Camila’s foot begin tilting forward.

“Wait, no no no! Camila!” He shouted as her sole dropped down on top of him, but the milf either didn’t hear him or didn’t care.

Instantly, her foot squished him into the couch. If before he’d been unable to escape, now he was truly trapped. He could barely move against the pressure, and every breath he took was filtered through her footflesh. Despite all his struggling, her foot didn’t abate, if anything, it pressed down harder. Above, Camila felt him wiggling and made a self-satisfied smile. Obviously, he liked her little gift.

The Latina, knowing that she’d made Brandon comfortable, pulled out her phone and began scrolling around to find out what all tinies needed to thrive. She quickly tuned out Brandon’s wriggling and focused completely on her task. Back below, Brandon felt like he was going to die. He was lightheaded from a lack of oxygen, and he really wasn’t liking being trapped under multiple tons of brown, milf sole.

Luckily, he was finally given a reprieve when Camila’s foot lifted minutely. It wasn’t enough to escape, and it was so slight that the woman probably hadn’t even consciously done it, but it let him gulp down a breath of relatively fresh air before her sole collapsed back down on him, swaddling him in its meaty flesh.

It went like that for a while, Camila’s foot twitching slight, unnoticeable amounts to any normal-sized person, but lifting and lowering just enough to keep Brandon on his toes…or back, as the case may be. Occasionally he could make out the older woman huffing, or giggling as she read things on her phone. And then everything changed when her foot pressed down much harder. He felt his breath get pushed out of him, and he could feel his body compressing under the unyielding pressure of her heavy, powerful foot until finally, just when Brandon was starting to see spots, and he could feel himself nearing unconsciousness, it pulled back. Except instead of lifting off of him, it dragged Brandon along with it.

The plumpness of Camila’s sole kept him adhered to it as she pulled her legs up and crossed them. Now he was trapped in a different way. Brandon was forced to cling onto her foot, and hope that he didn’t fall as she bounced it up and down. He could feel himself getting sick, and that was to say nothing of the terror he felt about falling. Objectively he knew it was a few feet at most, and he’d land on the couch to boot, but the height looked a lot greater from his perspective and he really, really didn’t want to fall.

Brandon buried his face in her sole until she dropped it back onto the couch. Suddenly, he found himself glad to be trapped under it. Above him, Camila hadn’t even realized he was stuck to her foot. She was so focused on reading that she didn’t even think about Brandon as she began rubbing her feet together, rolling the tiny man back and forth between her soles.

Finally, Camila let out a hum of understanding as she read something, and she repositioned herself, setting her feet down on the floor. Brandon was crushed into the carpet by her weight but she didn’t notice until she looked over at where he had been.

“Alright Brandon-” She started before cutting off, “Wait, where did you go?”

After a moment of searching, Camila felt a faint squirming coming from under her foot.

“Oh you silly boy” she giggled after realizing where he was, “You liked Mamá’s feet so much you didn’t want to let them go?”

She bent down and lifted her foot, getting a good view of the tiny, naked man stuck to her sole. She giggled again before gently peeling him off her foot, “But I just read its bad for tinies to only get feet. They need other kinds of stimulation too.”

Brandon didn’t know what she meant by that, but he was glad she had finally let him free from her ped. She set him onto the floor before standing up herself and prancing over to the other side of the room. Each of her steps rumbled under him until she stopped and turned around.

“Okay Brandon!” she chirped. “Come!” 

He wasn’t sure why she wanted him to follow her, or why she hadn't just carried him. Still, it wasn’t like it was a hard request to follow, so he quickly ran after her. What had taken Camila just a few steps, took Brandon at least 30 seconds, but soon enough he was standing in front of her excitedly wiggling toes.

“Good boy Brandon,” Camila cooed, “Now… sit!”

Wait…

“Are you trying to teach me dog tricks!?” He accused.

Camila had the gall to look confused, “But it's good for you to get enrichment. Now sit.”

“I’m not your pet!” Brandon shouted, “I’m a person!”

“Brandon, you have to trust that I know what’s best for you. So please sit,” Camila tutted, shaking her head. She tapped her foot impatiently and sighed at his continued refusal, “You know what? If you don’t want to act like a big boy then I won’t treat you like one.”

Before Brandon could react, she bent down and snagged him in one hand. She effortlessly twisted his tiny body around until he was bent over her palm, his back pinned by her thumb and his legs by her ring and pinky fingers.

“Do you know how I punished Rosita when she misbehaved? I gave her a good spanking. One for every time she did something bad.” Camila explained.

Brandon immediately began struggling against her unyielding grip, “Wait, no. Camila, Stop.”

“I hate to do this to you, but since you want to act like a misbehaving niño,” She shook her head, raising her other hand and extending her finger, “I’ll treat you like a misbehaving niño”

Thwack!

She slapped his bare butt with her index finger. The impact stung like hell and Brandon let out an involuntary yelp. She tutted at him again, “I know you don’t like it, and I don’t either, but imagine what Rosita would say if she found out her husband was acting like a petulant child.”

Thwack!

“I know that it's hard being separated from her, and I’ll probably be a bit stricter than she would be to you, but it’s only because I want what’s best for you.”

Thwack!

“So man up and act like the person my daughter married,” Camila said.

Thwack!

Brandon’s butt was red from the repeated smacks, and his face was almost the same color from the shame and humiliation running through him. Without any words, the Latina bent down, sending wind rushing by him as she set him onto the ground between her feet. He could barely stand from how weak his legs were, and as he stared up at her, for the first time he saw Camila in a new light. She had all the power here. She could do whatever she wanted to him and he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop her. She tilted her head at him when she noticed he was staring and gave him a smile, “Alright Brandon, hopefully you’ve learned your lesson. I don’t want to have to keep punishing you like this…now sit!”

Ch3: 

“Brandon, come on sweetie, we need to get you your new little home,” Camila cooed, trying to coax him out from under the couch.

“I am not staying in a cage! I’m a human being Camila!” Brandon shouted back.

The older woman tutted, “Of course you are Brandon, but the internet says tinies should be kept in cages for their own safety.”

The tiny man huffed at her and crossed his arms as if she was the one being unreasonable. Fine, if he wanted to play that game, she didn’t need his permission. Camila laid down on her stomach and reached her arm under the couch. She easily scooped up her misbehaving son-in-law before pulling him out while shaking her head.

“Why are you being so difficult?” She asked, “You know what, I was going to let you help pick your cage, but because you don’t want to be an adult, I’m choosing for you.”

Brandon wriggled in her hand unhappily, but she used her thumb to cover his mouth so he couldn’t talk back.

“No, that’s enough. I’m not going to let you boss me around. I’m the one in charge here, not you,” Camila said.

The milf carried Brandon towards her door before she suddenly stopped. She looked down at her outfit, of a loose, pink shirt draped over a sports bra, and her colorful, tie-dye yoga pants. She didn’t have any pockets to keep Brandon in. However, as she looked further down, all the way to her feet, she got an idea, giving her toes an excited wiggle. The little man also seemed to realize this since he began squirming harder in her hold.

She grinned at him, “Are you excited? You must be, because I just had the best idea!”

Camila bent down over her jogging shoes and dropped him. She watched Brandon bounce once against the squishy insole before she tilted the sneaker up and let him roll down to the toe.

“Wait, no! Camila!” Brandon shouted, but she couldn’t hear him as she quickly inserted her foot after him.

A wave of dark brown flesh overtook him as she pinned him under her toes. Instantly, Brandon was drowning beneath her toes, the nearly-person-sized digits immediately starting to play with him. They squeezed and scrunched him around, never letting him be as Camila adjusted him into a comfortable spot.

Then the pressure on him magnified a hundredfold as she stood up. He could feel his bones creaking under the weight and he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe, he couldn’t even scream. Camila’s toes gave him another playful squeeze before the monolithic woman began walking.

It was jarring, and disorienting, and he hated it. He could feel his stomach drop every time she lifted her foot. It was like being on a rollercoaster if instead of having air ripping by you as you flew down a track, you were cocooned inside a Latina milf’s ratty jogging shoe, and smothered under her thick toes.

He didn’t know how long she walked for, but soon enough she started jogging, and everything just got ramped up by a thousand. Every step was crushing, and he felt like he was being flung through the air as she peddled her legs up and down. Then there was the sweat. Due to her choice to forgo socks, Camila’s exercise was causing her to build up a lot of sweat, and the small globs of liquid seemed like they had it out for him.

He was drenched in her sweat very quickly and found himself being forced to swallow some against his will. It was salty, but also sweet, with a hint of Camila’s day-old lotion making it taste like musty fruit.

After what could have been minutes, or could have been hours, Camila finally slowed down, and Brandon heard the chime of an electronic doorbell as his mother-in-law walked into a local pet store.

“Hello, how can I help you?” A cute, college-aged cashier greeted Camila.

She smiled at them and said, “I just got a tiny, and I need a cage for him.”

“Alright, I’ll be with you in one second,” Camila tapped her foot while she waited for the cashier to finish what they were doing. She enjoyed the feeling of Brandon’s squirming between her toes until the cashier walked out from behind the register with a smile, “Okay! Well, we just got some dollhouses in for tinies, so why don’t you follow me and I’ll show you them.”

“Oh, I want to get him a cage actually,” Camila responded, remembering that the website had specifically said that cages were the best for tinies.

“Ah, I get it~” The cashier smirked and waggled her eyebrows, “Follow me then and we’ll get you sorted out with the perfect cage for your little guy.”

Camila tilted her head, unsure if she was missing something based on the way the cashier had reacted, but in the end, she shook her head and made to follow the cashier. 

Below her, Brandon had found himself in a bit of a pickle. His mother-in-law’s sweat had caused him to slide around a bit in her shoe, and now his dick had gotten caught between her third and fourth toes. The rough, brown skin fondled his dick with every step, coaxing a boner out of him, and despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t deny how good it felt.

As Camila followed the cashier, the constant up-and-down motion, combined with the overstimulation brought on by the warmth, sweat, and claustrophobia carried Brandon closer and closer until he couldn’t hold it anymore. Brandon climaxed with, what was to him, a loud moan, and Camila let out a startled gasp. 

“Everything okay ma’am?” the cashier asked.

“Gracias, todo está bien cariño,” Camila responded in Spanish, her shock causing her to revert to her first language for a moment before she said, “Sorry, no, everything is fine.”

At least she knew for certain that Brandon liked being at her feet. Although every source she saw said that, like all pets, she should discourage them from doing anything sexual so she should probably scold him when she got home. Brandon for his part couldn’t believe what he’d done. His face was burning, partially as a leftover from his arousal, but mostly from his shame and embarrassment. He’d came under his mother-in-law’s foot! He hated that he’d done it, and he hated being under her foot like this, but there was nothing he could do to stop Camila. She could keep him in her shoe for as long as she wanted and he wouldn’t be able to do anything.

Soon enough after that, Camila had picked out the perfect little hamster cage for Brandon and the store had even offered to ship it to her for free! She was certain that he’d love it. Plus, she was sure that the fact he wasn’t wiggling as much just meant she’d done a good job of tiring him out. Today was definitely a good day, she thought.

Ch4: 

Brandon had been pouting ever since Camila had gotten him his cage. At least, she was pretty sure he was pouting since he refused to look at her. She didn’t understand why though. She’d been doing everything she could to keep him happy. She had gotten him a nice cage with a little doll bed and a hamster wheel, she’d made sure he got plenty of time with her feet, and she’d taken him out to play a…wait. 

She hadn’t played with him enough! That must be it, tinies needed lots of enrichment from their owners, otherwise they’d get depressed! That was what she’d read on the first day she’d had Brandon at least. It even explained why he was pouting with her!

“Oh Brandon~” Camila cooed, sidling up to the hamster cage on her dresser, “Seems like someone could use some excitement in their life huh?”

Brandon blushed and turned away from his mother-in-law as soon as he saw her walk into the room. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her after he’d came under her foot. He was ashamed to say that every time since then that Camila had forced her feet on him, he’d felt a twinge of lust. She was his wife’s mother for god's sake! He shouldn’t be having these feelings. What would Rose think if she ever learned about them? He didn’t even want to imagine.

“Go away, Camila,” He said, not wanting to interact with her more than was necessary.

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper,” The milf pouted, “You're just understimulated. Come on, we’re gonna have some fun!”

Before Brandon could respond again, Camila had opened his cage and reached one of her large hands in, scooping him up in her lithe, brown fingers. She ignored his string of complaints as she happily pranced into the living room where she set him down on the carpeted floor.

He watched from below as the skyscraper-sized Latina sashayed across the room. The light, floral sundress she was wearing flowed along with her every movement, combined with her mountainous size, Brandon couldn’t draw his eyes away. In just a few steps Camila crossed the room before she spun around on her heel and bent down, bracing her hands on her knees.

“Alright Brandon, you’ve done this before so I’m sure you can do it again. Come!” she chirped.

Part of him didn’t want to. Part of him wanted to cross his arms, turn around, and ignore her. It was degrading. She was treating him like a dog! But another part of him remembered what happened the last time he refused. He really didn’t want that to happen again. At the same time, yet another part remembered how disappointed she was when he didn’t do as he was told. And she was taking care of him. For all her faults she was taking time out of her life to make sure he was doing okay, even if she wasn’t necessarily doing it in the best way, wasn’t listening to her the least he could do to repay her?

In the end, he didn’t know what motivated him to do it, but Brandon began walking towards Camila. The woman cooed excitedly when she saw him doing it and she clapped her hands at him as soon as he reached her feet.

“Good job!” She beamed, “Alright, how about…heel?”

Brandon looked up at her only to immediately avert his eyes when he looked straight up her floral skirt to her equally flowery panties. He blushed hard before asking, “Um…what do you mean heel?”

“Silly boy,” She shook her head teasingly, “That means you have to come to my heel and stick close by it of course! Maybe you could even give it a hug too~”

She said it like it was obvious, and Brandon blushed harder but didn’t disobey. He walked around one of her large, playfully wiggling feet and walked up to her dark, meaty heel. Here goes nothing, he thought, rolling his eyes. Before he could second-guess himself he wrapped his arms around her Achilles tendon like he was hugging a warm, fleshy tree.

“Good boy!” Camila cooed, looking over her shoulder at her little man, “Now I know you know this one, can you sit?”

Brandon bit his lip, embarrassed, but dropped onto his butt, hoping that would be enough for her, only to hear Camila tut at him, “Oh no honey, that’s not how you sit, remember? You do it like this!”

Camila spun around as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him and folded her hands in her lap, the sight of her monumental legs tensing to support her weight left Brandon in awe, and standing so close, the ease with which she moved seemed almost unreal. Brandon immediately blushed and looked away when he noticed that her new pose let him see straight up her skirt again. Camila didn’t seem to notice though, her wide smile still firmly in place.

“Now you do it!” She said.

Brandon quickly did as he was told, transitioning from his position seated on the floor to kneel down in front of her and place his hands on his lap, leading to another round of coos and clapping from his mother-in-law. This time she even reached out and patted his head.

“Good boy Brandon!” she said while turning his hair into a mess with her index finger, “Okay, lie down!”

He went to lie down on his stomach before her finger dropped from his head and bumped into his chest, knocking him onto his back.

“No no sweetie, you should lay on your back,” she giggled, “Now I’m sure you can do this one right. Roll over!”

He quickly did as he was told and rolled from his back, onto his stomach, and back over. His face was red with embarrassment. Camila really was treating him like a dog, but he couldn’t deny that he kind of liked the constant praise she was giving him for doing such simple things. And the way she praised him too, her coos reminded him a lot of the way Rose would react whenever she saw a dog, lots of “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!” It was something that reminded him that Camila really was his wife’s mother. Before he could get too far into his feelings though, Camila spoke up again.

“Wonderful!” she clapped, “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy!”

She quickly moved from her kneeling position to sitting on her own butt with her feet set right in front of him. Her toes wiggled excitedly as she giggled, “Stay~”

Brandon braced himself but didn’t move as she lifted one of her feet, hovering the thick ped over him. She slowly brought it down on him, the plump, dark skin of her ball deforming around him. Once again, he had found himself under her foot. She pressed a little harder, pushing the air out of his lungs as she ground him into the carpeted floor before letting up a bit. She repeated the process a few times, and then she slid her foot forward. She pinned him beneath her wrinkled arch, and then her powerful heel before going back. She rolled him up and down her foot over and over for a few minutes, leaving Brandon completely disoriented by the time she finally pulled her foot away.

Camila laughed at the way he was splayed out on the floor, “Aww, Did my little man like that? I’m sure he did! Now stand up, I want you to do one more trick for me~”

Brandon shakily climbed to his feet and looked up at the grinning milf as she said, “Okay, stay!”

He was confused about her giving him the same command but then she spread her toes and slid her foot forward again. He involuntarily flinched, taking a step backward at the sight of something so large barreling towards him, causing Camila to freeze.

“No Brandon, you need to stay~” She teased.

Camila waited for Brandon to stand still again before she quickly plucked him up between her big and second toe. The meaty digits easily overpowered him as they clenched down. She giggled at the sight of him stuck fast between her toes before she lifted her foot towards herself.

 Brandon’s mother-in-law’s fingers curled around the tiny man once again as she pulled him from between her toes. She brought him up to her cheek and rubbed him against the warm, pillowy surface while cooing, “Good job! You did wonderful Brandon!”

He couldn’t do anything but wait for the giddy milf to let him go. He was nowhere near strong enough to push her off him even if he wanted to…and if he was being honest, it felt kind of nice being cuddled like this. Soon enough though, Camila calmed down and pulled him away, bringing her full, beaming face into view for him.

“You did so good Brandon! Much better than last time that’s for sure,” She giggled, not noticing Brandon’s slight flinch, “Now how about we watch a movie?”

The milf quickly walked over to the couch and dropped him onto one side as she got a film going. Then she sat down on the other side of the couch from him and plopped her feet on in front of him like always. A few minutes into the movie, Camila giggled as she thought of something while looking down at Brandon.

“Oh Brandon~” she cooed, “if you want to be a really good boy, why don’t you give my feet a massage?”

She wiggled her toes in his face teasingly before shuffling her feet around so they made a wall in front of him. He didn’t want to, but he also didn’t really feel like he had a choice. Brandon tentatively reached out and started lightly rubbing one of her heels. After a few minutes, Camila wiggled her toes again.

“Aww, no massage? I was really hoping you would~”

“I’ve been giving you one!” he shouted up at her.

“Oh, really?” Camila smirked teasingly, “I couldn’t even feel you. You’ll have to try harder if you want to give me a good one~”

Brandon shook his head, he couldn’t believe her. But he did as he was told and pressed his hand harder into her heel. Still no reaction, so he pushed even harder, putting his entire back into it, and finally elicited a contented sigh from the Latina milf.

“Much better” she chirped.

He pushed and prodded at her heel for a while, doing his best for her even though it was exhausting. By the time he finished and moved on to the next part of her foot, he was already panting. Her arch was arguably even harder. Despite being softer and needing less force, Brandon needed to reach above his head to even get his hands high enough to touch it over Camila’s meaty heel. It only got worse once he finished with it though. He couldn’t even reach her ball!

“Um…Camila? C-could you lower your foot please?” Brandon asked, stuttering in embarrassment.

The older woman giggled at him, “Aww, you can’t reach? Of course I’ll help~”

Camila tilted her foot down and patted his head with her big toe, ruffling his hair. By this point Brandon’s face was as red as a cherry, but there was nothing he could do but continue the massage. He rubbed at the ball of her foot, the thick, brown skin proving just as difficult to massage as her heel, and that wasn’t even accounting for her toes. They kept wiggling and knocking him around as he tried to work. They didn’t even let up when he started massaging them. Any time he walked between them Camila would squeeze her toes, giving him a big toe-hug, along with a mouthful of toe cleavage.

Still, he managed to finish with her first foot and moved on to her second. Before he could start on her heel though, Camila cooed, “Do my toes first!” 

Without warning, the milf dropped her foot down on him, rubbing his face under her toes. They smeared him around before letting off for a second. Then as soon as he stood up they did it again. After the third time Brandon realized Camila didn’t want a massage anymore and she was just messing with him. Still, despite his embarrassment, there was nothing he could do but let her toes have their fun. So, Brandon spent the rest of his night being squished and scrunched by Camila’s thick, powerful toes to the tune of the milf’s giggles, and a movie neither of them were watching anymore.

Ch5: 

It had been a few weeks since Brandon had shrunk, and he and Camila had fallen into a sort of routine. Every day, the older woman would wake up early and pull him out of his cage to go get breakfast. She made a wide variety of different, delicious things, but the food wasn’t particularly important to Brandon, it was how he got it.

Somehow, Camila had figured that tinies shouldn’t eat at the table because it was bad for their brains to be treated like normal people and that it was best for tinies to eat food off of their owner’s feet. What this meant was that while the Latina was sitting at her table eating her meal, Brandon had to stay under her feet, licking his portion off her sweaty, morning soles.

After that she would take him to the living room where either she would read a book, scroll on her phone, or watch a movie, but no matter what she decided to do, he had to stay at her feet for the extent of it. Then there would be lunch, which was very similar to breakfast, and after lunch, Camila would play with Brandon, getting him to do tricks for her.

In the time since she had first tried it, he had gotten much more used to doing them, and what had used to be degrading and embarrassing, had morphed into being mundane. After that it could be a few things, sometimes they watched another movie, and if he had done a good job with his tricks, she occasionally let him pick it, or sometimes she went on a jog around her neighborhood. Of course, if she did, he came along in her sneakers. After that was bathtime, which meant sitting in Camila’s half-filled sink while she took a shower.

The first time she’d done it, Brandon had been a red-faced, blushing mess. The incredibly attractive milf was stripping down in front of him with seemingly no care in the world for crying out loud! And yet, as had become a trend for him, time had turned it from extraordinary to ordinary. Once they were both clean it was dinner and then bedtime.

The constant routine had truly turned everything odd, erotic, or degrading into something banal. However, today was different. Today Rose was coming over for dinner! Brandon would finally get to see his wife again!

It was all the tiny man could think about until he heard the doorbell ring. Camila left him sitting on the couch as she made her way to the door. He couldn’t see her from his position, but he heard her voice.

“Hola Mamá, where’s Brandon?” Rose asked her mother as soon as she opened the door.

Camila giggled, “Oh, you two are so similar. Brandon hasn’t been able to think of anything but seeing you all day too. It really is such a shame that he found me first…”

The milf quickly shook her head, banishing her bad thoughts, “Anyways, come in, come in! Brandon is on the couch.”

Rose followed her mother into the living room only to stop dead when she saw Brandon.

“Mamá, why is he still naked?”

Camila gave her daughter a confused look, “Because it's bad for tinies’ mental health for them to wear clothes?”

“What are you talking about!?” Rose cried, whirling around on her mother, “Where are you reading these things!? None of anything you’ve said about reduced individuals is even remotely true!”

“Young lady!” Her mother drew back in shock, annoyed at her daughter’s outburst, “I’ll have you know I have done lots of research. I think I probably know better than you what's good for tinies. I have been living with one after all.”

Rose shook her head, but instead of arguing, she simply turned around and walked towards Brandon. The tiny man was happy to see his wife standing up for him, but more than that, he was just happy to see her again. She was dazzling from his new perspective, just the same way that her mother was: like she was a living mountain. It was awe-inspiring to see her this way. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had even dolled herself up. Rose didn’t often wear all that much makeup, but today she had gone all out, sculpting her face until she looked truly divine, like a goddess coming down from on high. He still couldn’t believe she was his wife. He leaned into her warm, soft hands as she gently scooped him up and brought him to her face. It felt good to finally be so close to her again, and to have her perfume wash over him as she whispered, “Lo siento mucho, mi amor. Has she been treating you alright?”

Brandon thought back to all the things that had happened since he had shrunk. There were parts that he’d enjoyed and parts that he’d hated. He didn’t think he really had an answer for her, but he didn’t want his wife to worry, so he nodded. 

“I’m glad,” Rose smiled sadly, “I’m sorry I can’t do more, now come here. I think you deserve some love.”

She leaned her face in, puckering her lips. Rose’s breath washed over him as she easily buried him with her kiss. Her lips were so soft, and warm. They were like the plushest pillows he had ever felt. Brandon did his best to return the kiss, but he was sure his wasn’t nearly as good as his wife’s.

Camila watched the two lovebirds embrace each other and felt her heart melt. Unfortunately, she knew that letting a tiny interact with someone other than the person they imprinted on was bad for them, so she had to break them up. The older woman clapped her hands to draw their attention.

“Dinner’s almost ready, how about you come to the table now?” She said.

Rose nodded and clasped Brandon to her chest before following her mother into the dining room, sitting down as Camila continued into the kitchen. Brandon felt like he was in heaven, being held against his wife’s chest like this. She wasn’t particularly blessed in that region, but at his small size, he didn’t think it was hyperbole to call them mountainous. They were warm and soft, and they smelled amazing. But as quickly as it happened, Rose set him down. She placed him down on the table, making sure he had his feet under him before she fully released him.

The two stared at each other. Brandon took in how beautiful his wife looked at her massive size, while Rose internally cooed at how cute her tiny husband was. A moment later though, Camila returned, carrying a pan with something that smelled amazing. The older Latina narrowed her eyes when she saw Brandon on the table.

“Rosita, it’s not good to let him be on the table you know,” she said gently, not wanting to start another argument, “put him down on the floor where he’s meant to be.”

Rose looked up at her mom, “What? He’s a human, what are you talking about that he can’t sit at the table?”

Camila set the pan down, the earthquake-like impact shaking Brandon off his feet. She quickly reached over, snagging him off his ass, and picking him up.

“I mean it's bad for their mental health. Doing things normal people do, and acting like they’re still normal just forces them to remember what they’ve lost,” she explained as she bent over and set Brandon under the table, “So it’s better for them to eat on the floor.”

Before Rose could argue, Brandon piped up from the floor, “It’s fine, Rose. I’m okay with it.”

She took a moment to stare at him, then back at her mom, then back at him before she finally sighed, “...okay”

“Wonderful!” Camila clapped happily, “Now, let’s dig in!”

The older woman quickly dished up plates for herself and Rose. She also scooped up a small bit for Brandon and dropped it on the floor, stomping it under her foot. Rose stared in disgust at the food splatter as Camila raised her foot and presented her soiled sole to Brandon. She almost asked what her mother was doing but froze when her husband walked right up to Camila’s foot and began licking the meal off of it.

¡Qué carajo! Was the only thing she could think as she watched the display. Camila, by contrast, seemed perfectly content with having Brandon lapping at her sole and began eating her own meal. Brandon as well, had gotten used to this and frankly, it wasn’t that bad. Camila’s foot might be a bit sweaty, and it might not make for the easiest plate, but her sole was warm and soft, and the food was always good. Sure it was kind of degrading, but it had become routine.

Rose stared for a few more moments before Camila broke her out of her thoughts, “Are you going to eat, mija?”

She nodded, looking away from what was going on under the table, and began eating. The three of them ate in silence for a while, Camila enjoying her food, Brandon slowly cleaning off his mother-in-law’s foot, and Rose trying her best to ignore everything.

Brandon finished first, his tiny stomach not even letting him finish off the small portion on Camila’s foot. As soon as he pulled away, the older woman bent over and wiped the rest of his food off her foot with a napkin.

“Good boy,” she cooed, patting him on the head with her other foot, rustling his hair with her toes before returning to her meal.

Rose, finally feeling like it was okay to look at her husband again now that he wasn’t being treated like a slave, glanced under the table to find that her mother had immediately started playing with him with her feet. She blushed as she watched Camila boss him around between her feet and wiggle her toes in his face. She even smooshed him between her soles! Rose couldn’t believe her mother but…Brandon wasn’t fighting it. In fact, he seemed like he might almost…enjoy it?

Brandon had long given up trying to fight off Camila’s feet. It just wasn’t worth it. He’d gotten used to it and knew what to expect when she toyed with him. What he wasn’t expecting was when Camila finally let him go and Rose immediately seized the opportunity. She quickly shot her own foot out and snagged him under it, rolling him to her side of the table.

He was kind of ashamed that he could instantly tell the difference between the two’s feet. His wife’s were smooth and supple, and much better taken care of. Rose kept up a proper skincare routine, including rubbing her feet with a nice, floral-scented lotion that kept them smooth, and buttery soft. So, in terms of feet, they probably couldn’t get much better. They didn’t even have a single callous! They smelled better too, the scent of her lotion making for a much more pleasant scent than his mother-in-law’s sweat. They were just better in every way than Camila’s in his opinion.

Rose didn’t understand where her mother had gotten all of her crazy ideas about reduced people, but she also knew that she wouldn’t just force Brandon under her feet if they both hated it. So she knew she had to try having her husband at her feet.

She was certainly surprised by how good he felt under her soles. Rolling him between them felt kind of like giving herself a massage, and she kind of liked the feeling of his little face pressed into her foot. Rose wondered if it made her a bad person that she enjoyed the feeling of power.

Camila hid a giggle behind her hand as she watched the two lovebirds. She was glad Rosita had finally seemed to come around that tinies had to be underfoot. It was really unfortunate that tinies’ specifically needed their guardian’s feet though. It probably wasn’t good for her daughter to be stimulating Brandon so much. She might fry his mind!

“Brandon, come!” she chirped worriedly.

The tiny man jolted, freezing between his wife’s feet. At the same time, Rose looked over at her mother quizically, but before she could ask anything, Brandon dragged himself out from between her soles and slunk back over to Camila. He knew what would happen if he didn’t listen, and he really didn’t want Rose to see him like that.

Once he was standing in front of her toes, she commanded, “Lay down.”

Rose stared in shock as he husband dropped onto his back in front of her mother’s feet. She couldn’t believe he was following her orders like a dog! It was…it was…it was kind of hot actually. But it was also awful! Why would she treat him this way!? Rose watched in apprehension as Camila raised her toes up.

“Roll over,” the older woman said.

Brandon, despite seeming unsure about it, listened. He rolled over, onto his stomach, then again onto his back before he bumped into the meaty ball of Camila’s foot. She smiled at him, and then lowered her toes back down, sealing him under them as she praised, “Good boy.”

Camila was glad he’d listened to her so readily. She called him a good boy because he really was. He was so obedient, and submissive, just like every tiny should be. Still, she would probably have to watch him closely tonight to make sure he wasn’t too affected by the experience he’d had under her daughter’s feet. She wouldn’t want him getting hurt after all.

Ch6: 

Camila had left the door to his cage open. Brandon assumed it was unintentional, but he wasn’t going to give up the opportunity to explore a little while his mother-in-law was out. He quickly climbed over the plastic edge of his cage and dropped down onto the top of the desk Camila kept it on. The cold wood felt odd under his feet. It was way too porous, he thought.

Brandon soon realized an error in his plan to explore the house alone. He didn’t know how he would get down from the desk. Sure he could jump, and he’d probably be fine–the times he’d spent under Camila’s foot promised he was more resilient at his smaller size–but there was something in his brain that really didn’t want him jumping off something that was easily a few stories tall.

So, he decided to do the best thing he could about his problem: ignore it. Brandon decided that instead of trying to get down, he’d start by exploring the desk. At his size, it was easily big enough that he could spend a good while looking around.

So he started wandering. He walked around the desk for a few minutes before he found something that he really should have expected, but which still made him freeze: A picture of his wife. It was a photo of Rose after she’d gotten accepted for her new job. She was wearing a well-fitted pantsuit, and she had a massive smile on her face.

Brandon remembered that day, she had been so happy…and horny. They had fucked like rabbits late into that night to celebrate getting her job. He felt his dick start to harden as he remembered the experience. When was the last time he’d actually ejaculated? Was it really when Camila’s toes had accidentally rubbed one out of him?

He could feel himself getting hot. He needed a release. So Brandon took his dick in his hand and began rubbing. He didn’t have any lube but that didn’t matter, he was already too far gone to care. He stared at the photo of Rose, drinking in her wide smile, her gorgeous face, her smooth, dark skin. Then his gaze moved lower and he found himself looking at her bust. Her suit jacket’s tight fitting drew attention to her perky breasts. He actually had it on good authority that she was wearing a pushup bra in that picture to make herself look bigger than she was. Her whole outfit brought out her curves, making him even more horny and he sped up his rubbing as he stared at it.

He started to think back to all of the times he and his wife had had sex. From the times early in the morning when she woke him up with a blowjob, to the times they had passionately made love on the couch while watching TV. He even remembered the time they had sneakily done it one night here at Camila’s house.

Thoughts of Camila made him think of the last time he had seen Rose. A few nights ago when she had played with him with her feet. Why had he liked that so much? He didn’t like it when Camila did it, but it was different with Rose. Her perfume, her soft, smooth feet, her caring demeanor. He loved his wife so much.

Brandon began imagining what it would be like living with Rose at his new size. Would she tease him like she had that night? Or would she treat him just the same as she always had? He thought it was probably the former, and he thought he would like that. He thought of all the times Camila had played with him using her feet. If Rose was the one doing it he would have liked it more. It wasn’t hard to imagine it either, the two were so similar. The only real difference in their appearances was that Rose was younger.

What if Rose had dropped him in her shoe? He started thinking about how it would feel to be played with by her toes while she went on a jog. He could feel himself getting close to climax…and then the door opened.

Camila walked into her room, her eyes immediately zeroing in on Brandon standing on her desk, out of his cage. How had he gotten out? She rushed up to him, and as soon as she got closer she noticed that he was holding his tiny dick in his hand. Was he masturbating?

“Bad boy!” she scolded immediately. Brandon flinched back at her tone freezing as she started lecturing him, “You can’t do that! It’s bad for you. Your tiny brain can’t handle it! I’ve explained to you before that tinies exist to be pets for their owners. Their brains even rewire themselves to be better pets. So since pets don’t have sex, it’s bad for tinies to too.”

Camila took a deep, shaky breath. She looked like she was going to continue reprimanding him, but then she glanced past him and realized what he had been staring at. She froze before looking down at him, “Ohhh, you couldn’t help yourself when you saw Rose, could you?”

Camila reached over him and grabbed the picture, setting it face down so Brandon could no longer look at it, “I’m sorry, but it’s not good for you to do that. I know you're still a man, and you still have those urges. So obviously it would be hard not to if you saw a picture of Rosita, but you can’t have that anymore, so you need to stop torturing yourself like this.”

She reached down, easily using her strong fingers to muscle his hand away from his penis, “But you must be feeling understimulated if you felt the need to do this. So how about we do some tricks?”

Camila didn’t wait for his response, instead scooping him up and setting him straight onto the floor. She bent over him, her body taking over his sky as she gave him a smile and said, “You’ve been doing so well with the tricks recently, so I’m gonna up the difficulty! Hopefully that can help you get your mind off of these naughty things.”

The older woman pointed down and commanded, “Sit!”

Brandon’s arousal-laden brain didn’t even hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of her and for the first time, he realized that he was literally bowing to his mother-in-law’s feet. As if she were his queen or his goddess. He hated that he was having these thoughts but he couldn’t stop imagining her as Rose, and having his wife boss him around like this.

“Very good,” Camila clapped, “Now up!”

He jumped to his feet instantly, leading to her chirping, “Climb!”

The tiny man ran to her big toe and quickly jumped up on top of it. The warmth emanating from the thick digit washed over him as he straddled her unpainted nail. Seeing that Brandon was really in the mood to follow her orders, Camila started giving them quicker. She shuffled her other foot until it was right next to Brandon and she giggled, “Jump!”

Brandon followed her orders like they were commandments. He didn’t question her. He stumbled as he landed on the top of her foot and crashed down, his still-hard dick rubbing against her dark skin. He shivered as a bolt of pleasure ran through him but Camila was already tilting her foot, sending him tumbling down to the floor.

“Good boy, now stay!” The milf beamed.

She waited until Brandon was perfectly still and then lifted her foot over him. She gently brought her ball down on him, the meaty flesh smothering him. His penis was pressed into his stomach and rubbed against him pleasurably. He couldn’t move until she finally pulled her foot away and by the time she did he was a panting, blushing mess.

Camila noticed her tiny man’s red face and worried for a moment that she’d stepped on him for too long. Had she accidentally suffocated him a bit? But he seemed fine and she said she was going to be harder on him this time, so instead of checking on him, she simply said, “Up!”

Brandon climbed to his feet, slower and more shakily this time, and as soon as he was standing, his mother-in-law wiggled her feet in front of him and commanded, “Kisses!”

She had never given this command before, but he could guess what she wanted. So Brandon ran up to her toes and began giving each of them a kiss. Camila was thrilled with how obedient he was being. She had expected him to kiss one of her toes at most, but he was already running to kiss his seventh. As soon as he planted a smooch on her final toe, she ordered, “Heel!”

Brandon immediately ran around her foot and hugged her heel, doing everything in his power not to grind against it. His brain was a blur of commands and horniness as his mother-in-law said, “Lie down!”

He dropped onto his back, going perfectly still when she told him to stay. He watched as she raised her heel over him before dropping it down. The thickest, most calloused part of her foot effortlessly dominated him even as she kept her weight on him light. Once again his dick was being pushed into his stomach…and then she started grinding her heel on him.

Camila twisted her foot back and forth and Brandon let out an uncontrollable moan from the pleasure. Before he could release, she pulled her foot off of him and walked to the door. She looked back over her shoulder and giggled at him still laying on the floor.

“Good boy! Now come!” She said…what? She wanted him to, “We’re gonna watch a movie to celebrate you doing such a good job!”

Of course. How could he expect anything different? Camila had made it very clear that cumming was off-limits for him. He was her pet, and pets didn’t cum on their masters. It didn’t happen no matter how horny they were. 

The tiny man shook his head and scampered after his owner. Camila’s long strides forced him to run to keep up as she walked into the living room. As soon as he reached her at the couch though she froze.

Camila was glad Brandon was being so obedient to her. She wanted to give him some kind of reward, but what? The moment she saw him standing under her at the couch, right between her feet, she got the perfect idea.

“Stay,” she commanded.

The older woman ran off the her bathroom and pulled a bottle of nail polish out from where she kept it under the sink. She couldn’t believe this wasn’t the first thing she’d thought of. Camila would let Brandon paint her toenails!

She rushed out of the bathroom and to her kitchen, sparing a glance over at Brandon. The obedient little boy hadn’t moved an inch from where she’d left him. Yes, he definitely deserved a reward like this. She got some paper towels from the kitchen so that Brandon wouldn’t stain the carpet, just in case he spilled the polish, and then she returned to him. She explained what she wanted before setting the container of nail polish down beside him and unscrewing the top. She knew he wouldn’t be able to open it since his tiny arms were so weak, but she wanted this to be a fun experience so she didn’t even tease him about it a little. Then she set the paper towels on the floor and stepped onto them, sitting down on the couch and turning on a movie for them to watch while he did her nails.

Brandon was surprised at what Camila wanted him to do. He felt like he was way to small to be able to paint her toenails for her, he was barely as tall as the bottle for crying out loud. Still, he wasn’t going to refuse her.

The tiny man pulled the brush out of the container and almost immediately covered his legs with her turquoise polish. He was right that holding it would be hard, and he had accidentally let it swing down and smack against his calves, staining them turquoise.

Other than that little hiccup though, the tiny man got the hang of it pretty quickly. He had to put a lot of effort into moving the brush around, it was nearly as big as him, and there was no easy way to hold it, but once he got it onto one of her nails it became a lot simpler. He didn’t have to worry about letting it touch the ground, so it was just a matter of dragging it around until he’d covered the whole nail in polish.

It wasn’t easy. He could feel his muscles straining every time he had to get more polish, and the strong alcohol-like scent coming from the bottle burned his nose, but he was happy to be making Camila’s feet prettier. His dick was still twinging, wanting release though he was more focused on pleasing his owner than on satisfying his lust. He'd finally learned his place and he was going to be the perfect pet for Camila.

When he finished with her first foot, his mother-in-law looked down at him and gave him a massive, beaming smile. She cooed, “Great job Brandon!”

She stopped him before he could get started on her other foot though, and said, “I’m kind of hungry. Do you want popcorn?”

When the tiny man nodded, Camila took the polish brush from him and returned it to its container. She effortlessly did the thing that took all his strength to even come close to. She really was so superior to him. Then she stood up and started walking towards the kitchen before looking back at him and commanding, “Heel!”

He scampered up to her heel, doing his best to stay close to it as she walked. It was tough. He had to run to keep up, but if he got too close he ran the risk of getting stomped underfoot.

He stayed at her heel all throughout the process of her making popcorn, occasionally having to leap backwards to avoid being squashed when she shuffled her feet. Being right next to her gave him a much closer look at how she moved. It was smooth and graceful. She’d lived in her house for over 20 years and it certainly showed with how easily she moved through her kitchen. Every movement was magnified a hundredfold by her size. He wasn’t sure if it was just the leftover arousal talking, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Brandon felt like he might be falling in love with her. He wondered if that made him a bad person, but it wasn’t the same as the kind of love he had for his wife, so he thought it was fine.

Soon the smell of popcorn and butter was wafting through the air and Camila was returning to the couch. She sat down and unscrewed the nail polish again, giving him a smile, “You can have some popcorn once you finish with my other foot~”

She wiggled her large, unpainted toes in his face before clicking the movie back on. Brandon felt even more inspired to do a good job. Sure he wanted the popcorn, but watching Camila make it was really what did it. She was like a goddess, and she deserved to have her nails painted perfectly. So he got to work.

Brandon remembered the times he’d given his wife pedicures in the past, and he used all his knowledge to make the brushstrokes as smooth as possible. It wasn’t as perfect as he would have liked, but by the time he was done, he thought her feet looked even more gorgeous than they had before.

“Oh, Brandon, you did such a good job, honey!” Camila cooed when she noticed he was done. She gave her toes an excited wiggle before scooping him up and setting him in her lap while explaining, “Nail polish isn’t great to eat around, so you can stay here for the movie, okay? I know you like my feet but this is for your own good.”

Camila gave him a piece of popcorn that was nearly as big as his chest, and then she turned her attention back to the movie. Brandon curled up against her stomach, got comfy, and took a bite of the kernel. It tasted incredible. Probably because Camila made it.

Ch7:

Brandon and Camila were sitting on the couch watching a movie. It was something they did almost every night, and just like every night before, Camila had dropped him at her feet. He leaned against one of her warm, thick soles as they watched.

What wasn’t normal was how Brandon was feeling. Ever since Camila had made him do tricks a few days ago, he couldn’t get the thoughts of her feet out of his mind. He kept remembering his first time in her sneaker, and how close he’d come to climaxing when she’d stepped on him. He knew he shouldn’t, he was her pet after all, but it was like his brain had been rewritten and now he couldn’t resist the allure of his mother-in-law’s feet.

So, when Camila wiggled her toes and asked him for a foot massage, Brandon was more than happy to oblige. He immediately stood up and dove into the work. He kneaded her heel, putting his back into it and pressing as hard as he could to make sure it felt good for her.

Camila had gone on a run that day, and she hadn’t showered yet so her feet were kind of sweaty, and with every push and press Brandon gave, the scent of her sweat seeped off her foot more and more. It invaded his nostrils, turning his brain to mush.

Almost unconsciously, Brandon leaned in and planted a kiss on his mother-in-law’s heel. Camila felt the unusual movement and looked down at her little man. She giggled when she realized what he’d done. She knew tinies liked their owners feet but this was the first time Brandon had really expressed that for her.

“Aww, thank you~” she cooed, “do you love Mamá’s feet?” 

Brandon’s face flushed red, but he still gave her a rapid not, causing Camila to giggle, “Hehehe, Mamá’s feet love you too, handsome~” 

She shoved her foot forward, bowling him over and pinning him under her ball. Camila tapped her feet on his face a few times while making smooching noises.

See~ They’re giving you kisses right back,” she giggled, “you can kiss them more too if you want. You're doing such a good job with the massage. It’s only right you get a reward.”

Brandon blushed but planted a smooch on her meaty, big toe as soon as it dropped onto his face. It elicited another giggle from Camila before she lifted her foot off him and went back to watching the movie, letting him return to the massage. As he finished on her first foot and moved on to the second one he thought about what she’d said. He did deserve a reward, didn’t he? Her playful flirting wasn’t helping, and already the tiny man could feel his lust overwhelming his rational thought. He really wanted to cum on her feet again.

He looked between the older Latina’s meaty feet and up at her gorgeous face. Rose really did look so much like her mom. The milf seemed completely engrossed in the movie, and he thought she might not notice what he was planning.

Brandon moved over to her other foot and began massaging. He planted many kisses on her dark soles and even licked up some of the larger drops of her sweat. After a few minutes of massaging the lower part of her foot, Camila tilted her sole down, letting him get at her ball and toes. She didn’t even look away from her movie, the older woman had let him massage her feet so many times that she did it completely unconsciously. Finally, when he was sure she wasn’t paying attention, the lust-addled man hugged himself into her toe cleavage and began humping. It wasn’t elegant at all, nothing but an act of pure, overwhelming lust. He kissed and rubbed her toes as he ground his junk against her ball. His mind was a haze of arousal with nothing in it but her feet.

He had hated her feet when she’d first taken him in, but now he thought they were the most beautiful things in the world. Every wrinkle, every callous, and every tendon only made the milf’s feet more wonderful. He hadn’t came in weeks, he needed this. He-

“Brandon!” Camila cried, snapping him out of his lust, “What are you doing!?”

The older woman pulled her foot away from him, the sudden movement knocking him onto his butt. Before he could get up she reached down, plucking him up and bringing him to her face. She observed his little naked body in her hand, taking special note of his rock-hard dick. Brandon burned with shame, finally coming back to his senses. Then Camila smiled at him and giggled, “Aww, I know it’s hard, of course your little body still has those urges.” 

 She sighed sympathetically, “But you shouldn’t torture yourself with things you can’t have anymore, ok honey?”

He’d known it before, but now it finally sank in. He was hers. He was his mother-in-law’s pet and she would treat him as such. As he dangled between her fingers he truly understood what that meant. But as soon as it clicked, he started to feel better about it. Now that he knew it, he could accept it.

Camila smiled warmly at him, “Let’s get back to watching the movie, alright?”

Brandon nodded shyly. He nuzzled his face into one of the fingers holding him and planted a kiss on it to show he understood. Camila cooed at him before giving him a kiss of her own, her massive lips descending on him and slamming the air out of him. She gave him a quick peck that covered his entire upper body and then she set him back at her feet.

“Now, no more of that naughty stuff, okay young man? Or I’ll have to punish you,” she threatened, looming over him as she wagged her finger at him and gave him a stern look.

Brandon nodded eagerly. He got it. He was her pet, and after he shrank, that was all he was ever going to be. It was his place now.

Later that night, after the movie finished, Camila plucked Brandon off the couch and carried him into her bedroom where she gave him a stern look

“You were a bad boy today Brandon,” she said, “but you apologized, and you’ve been being so good recently so I’m gonna let you off lightly. Although this might be more of a reward for you~”

She bent over and picked up the used sock she had worn on her jog that day, holding it up in front of him, “You’re gonna be sleeping with me tonight…in here.”

Brandon accepted his fate as she dumped him into the black gym sock. He was immediately overwhelmed by the musty scent of her old sweat even before the older woman inserted her foot into the sock. He was quickly pinned to her arch as she climbed into her bed and tossed her covers over them.

It was hot. The combination of the blankets and the sock meant that the heat from her foot lingered, and she was already starting to sweat even just moments after getting under them. Still, by this point, he’d fully fallen in love with her feet, so she was right. This was more of a reward than a punishment. Then Camila scrunched her foot. 

“And no being naughty or I really will have to punish you,” she said sleepily, “If you ever feel like being bad though, Just think about Rose, my poor darling has to sleep alone now. It’s not fair to her for you to be having those thoughts. She must be so lonely, but maybe the thought of you snuggled up to my toes being a good boy will help her bed feel a little less empty~”

Ch8: 

Camila hadn’t given her little man enough foot time today, and she knew that she probably wouldn’t be able to give him any that night since her daughter was coming over again, so she decided she would multitask.

The older woman pulled out a comfy pair of socks that she often wore around the house during winter and called out for Brandon to come. Ever since his little incident at her feet, he had gotten a lot more obedient, and Camila finally felt safe letting him spend time outside of his cage unsupervised.

She smiled as she heard the little pitter-patter of his feet from him running towards her. As soon as he entered her room she raised the socks up to show him, “I’m gonna put you in these while I cook okay?”

Her little man nodded eagerly and ran up to her, letting Camila pick him up and drop him into her sock. He tumbled down the white, rabbit hole, coming to a stop at the toe. The smell of her laundry cleaner permeated the air and the soft fabric blocked out most of the light, leaving the inside of her sock in perpetual twilight. The older woman then sat down on her bed and slid on both socks, pinning Brandon under her foot, right between her toes like always. The fluffy material her socks were made of wrapped around the tiny man tightly, like a cocoon, leaving him unable to escape her warm, brown sole even if he wanted to. She giggled when she felt him start licking her foot. He really had gotten more obedient.

“Oh right!” She exclaimed, scrunching her toes to get his attention, “I didn’t tell you yet, Rosita is coming over tonight!”

His wife was coming over again! Brandon couldn’t wait! Ever since he’d accepted that he was Camila’s pet he’d started to feel better about staying with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still love Rose. He was excited to see her again, and he hoped she was equally excited to see him.

He was pounded under Camila’s foot as she walked around her kitchen, getting dinner started, but he couldn’t think about anything but Rose. Would she be upset with how obedient he was being to Camila, or would she like it? He hoped she would like it.

A few hours later the doorbell rang and Camila ran over to it. Brandon could barely feel every one of his mother-in-law’s heavy steps over his pounding heart as Camila greeted her daughter.

“So, where is Brandon?” He could hear his wife’s muffled voice through Camila’s sock.

“Oh, he’s right here.”

Then Brandon felt his gravity flip as the older Latina lifted her foot and pulled off her sock. She peeled it away, revealing him still gripped between her toes. Brandon looked up, straight into his wife’s eyes. Rose blushed but didn’t say anything when she noticed how content he looked.

Camila reached down with the hand that wasn’t holding her sock and snagged Brandon. She held him up in front of Rose with a smile, “He’s been being a very good boy, so I’ve been rewarding him.” 

His wife looked somewhere between mortified and amused. Like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Anyways, come in!” Camila said, stepping aside to let her daughter enter the house.

Once the three of them reached the living room, she set Brandon on the floor as she sat down in one of her armchairs, leaving Rose to take the couch. The two women talked for a little while, but Rose couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Brandon as he was played with by Camila’s feet.

She wanted to show her daughter all the new tricks he had learned since she’d last seen him, so every once in a while she’d remember something she’d taught Brandon and tell him to do it. Rose watched, enraptured as her tiny husband climbed all over his mother-in-law’s feet, and submissively let her squash him under her soles. Whenever she wasn’t paying attention to him though, she ordered him to wrestle with her feet. Despite Brandon’s best efforts, Camila’s toes easily overpowered him.

She wasn’t even really paying attention to him, being much more focused on maintaining her conversation with her daughter. Although, Rose wasn’t doing a great job conversing, paying more attention to the way Camila just effortlessly squished Brandon under her soles than any of the words she was saying. And then, every time she knocked him to the ground, Camila would drop one of her toes on him and chirp, “Give me kisses!” and Brandon would listen! Rose couldn’t count how many times she watched her husband kiss her mother’s feet that night. After a while of this going on a loud beep sounded in the kitchen drawing all three of their attentions.

“Oh, right. Dinner’s not quite done yet,” The older woman explained as she stood up, “Let me go deal with that and you and Brandon can have some alone time.”

Camila walked off and Brandon looked up at his wife. She was looking down at him with a kind of hungry expression. As soon as her mother had left the room, Rose motioned for him to come closer. The moment he was in range, his wife shot her foot out and slammed it down on him before he could react.

Rose spread her toes over Brandon’s face, letting him look up at her as she made a shushing motion. Then she squeezed him between her smooth, pretty toes and stood up. As soon as she was sure she had a good grip on him, Rose shouted towards the kitchen, “I’m going to the restroom!”

“Okay!” Camila shouted back.

Before she had even gotten a response, Rose began walking in the direction of the bathroom. Each step pounded Brandon into the carpet, jostling his face deeper into her warm, toe cleavage. Up and down and back and forth he went as she walked until Rose stepped from the soft carpet of the hallway onto the hard, cold linoleum of the bathroom.

She quickly closed the door and clicked the lock, before releasing him from her toes’ grasp. Rose bent down with a grin, coming closer to him, “Ever since I saw the way Mamá’s been treating you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. We’ve got some time before she realizes we’re missing, so do you wanna have some fun with me, baby?”

Brandon looked up at his wife, his gorgeous, beautiful, gigantic wife. She was wearing casual clothes, and no makeup, but that didn’t diminish her beauty one bit. Then he looked down at her feet. They looked so soft, and pretty. Her dark toes were wiggling excitedly and Brandon could feel his dick twitching.

“Y-yeah,” He nodded, voice shaking from excitement, “Yes. I’d like to.”

Rose’s grin turned sharp and she immediately stood back to her full height, towering over him, “Great, because I don’t know if I could have stopped myself if you didn’t.”

Rose stepped over him, walking across the room to the toilet, where she sat down and smirked, “Alright, how about this? Come!”

Brandon immediately scampered over to his wife, causing her to laugh before she quickly used her feet to bully him into lying directly between them while teasingly saying, “Good boy~”

Rose hovered her smooth, perfect, brown soles over him for just a moment. Then she brought them down. She rubbed him between her feet. Back and forth between her soles like he was a toy. He couldn’t do anything against her overpowering peds. Her warm skin and nice perfume overwhelmed his other senses.

Before he knew it, Brandon was hard as a rock. Rose continued rolling him around then just as quickly, his back was on the cold, hard, linoleum, and her feet were lifting off of him.

“Having fun~” Rose teased.

Brandon’s face was as red as could be, and all he could do was nod.

“Good, then on to the main event! Stay!”

Brandon froze as his wife’s feet descended on him again. This time the ball of one of her feet came down on his face. The dark, supple flesh crashed over him like a wave, and suddenly his entire world was her sole. At the same time, the toes of her other foot wrapped around his cock and began massaging it. Up and down, up and down they went. The stimulation was almost too much for him…and then Rose started grinding her foot on his face.

The friction of her foot moving back and forth brought him to an even higher plane as she smeared his face back and forth. The ground under his back was cold but everything above him was hot, and pillowy, and pleasureful. Rose’s toes sped up and all Brandon could do was moan. It wasn’t long after that that he came.

It was like a dam breaking. His seed flooded out of him, spurting into his wife’s toe cleavage. Despite how much he released it was still barely noticeable between his wife’s brown toes. There were black spots in Brandon’s vision and he was barely holding onto consciousness.

At the same time, Rose was feeling wonderful. She couldn’t believe how much fun it had been to toy with her husband. He was so cute! She loved the way he just disappeared under her soles. Rose wondered what it would be like to keep him in her sock, like her mother had done. Before she could get too far into fantasizing though, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Rosita, have you seen Brandon?” her mamá asked, “I can’t find him and he’s not coming when I call.”

Rose looked down at the twitching, panting mess she’d made of her husband. There was still a strand of his cum connecting him to her toes and he looked more content than she had ever seen him. Rose giggled softly before responding, “He’s in here, we were just talking.”

“Oh,” Her mother sounded kind of worried, “Well…be careful, being around other people isn’t too good for him you know.”

She looked back at Brandon one last time. He had the biggest, most giddiest smile on her face. She had to smother her giggles in her hand so that Camila wouldn’t hear them.

“Okay,” She finally said, once she was sure she wouldn’t give them away.

They both heard Camila’s steps trailing away from the bathroom before they caught each other’s eyes. Brandon had finally come down from his high, but the look still on his face sent Rose straight back into her uncontrollable giggles. Then her giggles caused Brandon to fall into a laughing fit of his own. Soon the two of them were cackling with each other, feeling like a couple of teenagers hiding from their teachers as they made out in the bathroom in secret. Rose bent over and scooped her husband up. She immediately dropped her face on top of him and smooshed him deeply into her hand as she gave him a massive kiss, even sticking out her tongue to suck away the leftover cum. At the same time she felt as he kissed her upper lip, doing his best to reciprocate her love. Yeah, they’d be okay. Camila might make things difficult, but this proved that they could figure it out. They’d definitely be okay.