9. Run by V11

What the- Wait a minute... I was waking up! Hey, why was I waking up?

No, no. Whatever had caused my anxiety was gone. I couldn’t recall a single piece of the bad dream even though it had only been seconds since my escape from it into wakefulness.

It also seemed that I had fallen asleep while still wearing clothes? Apparently so- well, it wasn’t the first time that I had done that. It must have been a long night.

I still had my eyes shut and I breathed in deeply. It didn’t smell like my bedroom. The air was tinged with something. It smelled vaguely earthy but also oddly cheese-like. There was a lingering and almost pleasant sour note to it, like fermenting wine or vinegar but that was mixed with a very distinct scent of flowers.

I wondered if perhaps the restaurant across the street from my apartment was responsible for part of the smell? Were they getting their ventilation hoods and duct-work cleaned? It was possible, but I didn’t detect even a hint of the foul odor of old cooking grease. That flowery scent- was someone in the apartment complex drying clothes in the basement laundry room using scented dryer sheets? I wasn’t sure. The scent seemed entirely different than the simple yet overpowering smell of a dryer sheet. It was more like someone had sprayed perfume somewhere- perhaps in the hallway outside my apartment’s front door.

Whatever those smells actually were, the combined stink made my tongue react, as if I could almost taste the odor despite that I was breathing through just my nose. I smacked my lips together and made an irritated face. I really needed to get up and brush my teeth. The taste in my mouth was seriously funky and my face felt dirty, my hair was greasy as well. God, greasy like I had left conditioner in my hair, it was almost wet feeling. Blech.

Was that- was that smell on me? It almost seemed like...

God, I was so hot. I had obviously been perspiring- and that was perfectly logical since I had just awakened from some sort of a nightmare. I also had a quite substantial morning erection. It seemed like it was pressed against heavy blankets or something. That felt nice, something to push it against a little bit.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure exactly where I was. Or- oh no- or really when it was. My eyes slid back and forth beneath my closed lids as a perplexed expression crossed my face. I couldn’t remember getting ready for bed, nor could I recall the events of the night before. Was it Thursday? Thursday morning? If so, then that new art dealer downtown that I met last weekend should be emailing me today to let me know if he was going to purchase some of my paintings.

I certainly hoped he would buy some art. God, I needed the money. My rent was astronomical. If something didn’t happen quite soon I would have to seriously scramble once again- or if it got truly desperate I would be forced to visit my mother and beg.

I always felt so bad about going out to visit my mother just because of that. I couldn’t help but feel like I was using her- because if I thought about it at all, well, I certainly was.

But, it also bothered me sometimes when it was time for me to leave and I had to say goodbye to my mother. That could honestly make me feel sad because it was so obvious to me that she must have been quite lonely. It didn’t help that sometimes when she looked at me I could tell that I reminded her of my father, her ex-husband.

My sister Kathy kept encouraging our mother to continue using a quite reputable online dating service and to go out on dates with the men she met there, but… Well, Kathy had confided in me the last time we had spoken that it had been almost a year and a half since our mom had gone on a date with anyone she had found from using that company.

I had thought at the time about suggesting to Kathy that she surprise mom with a pet, but instead I held my tongue. That would have antagonized my sister- she would have immediately thought that I was making light of the entire situation. Besides, our mother wasn’t exactly a pet person. Despite being a nurse, she was quite particular about keeping her hands clean.

Kathy had told me that while she was still hopeful, she was concerned that our mother continued to be alone more than a decade after her divorce. My sister said that she was going to carry on making sure that our mom took the time to look through all of the new bios of single men each week. It was clear to me that my sister was quite frustrated with our uninterested and apparently quite picky mother.

I was a bit ashamed to admit it, but I was glad my sister had not asked for my help in persuading mom to give those men a fair chance. I didn’t possess any insight that could be useful- unlike my sister Kathy, I had no luck at all with relationships.

That smell- it was so odd. However, as I lay there considering it something else became puzzling to me. Had I performed some sort of arduous activity yesterday? I honestly felt like I had volunteered to help some friend move furniture or heavy boxes. My body was rather sore from what I could tell and it felt good to just lie there with my eyes shut not moving at all for a bit longer.

Perhaps my mother could get something smaller than a dog or a cat, I thought to myself. Why was I so keen on that, it wasn’t going to happen. But, if it could, what exactly would I recommend to her? A hamster? A mouse? Mice were smaller. Smaller seemed better for her. I frowned slightly. Small animals just never seemed to make as good of companions. Then there was still all of the shit, and piss and they would also add wood chips and cages to the equation. Mom would never agree to put up with any of that...

My mother was like properly… Well, she was girly… That was a fitting description of her- though very feminine seemed more acceptable, much more like a description that she herself might approve of. But, what about the word prissy? Or perhaps even dainty? Those words were not really used anymore, I realized. They actually did sound old-fashioned.

No, to me the word girly truly seemed to capture my mom’s essence the best. She was quite the unique individual... She was so scrupulously neat when it came to maintaining her appearance- I’m sure that she would want to even correct me about that by insisting I use the descriptive elegant. She was also playful and cheerful, with an almost mischievous air about her sometimes.

If my father hadn’t been such a prick, my mother would still be with him.

For some reason the hinges of my jaw, those areas right in front of one’s ears, those places were bothering me a bit. Were they sore? Sore like I had been blowing up some balloons? Like I had chewed something difficult to eat for much too long? No, it was more like they were sensitive because I had opened my mouth far too wide for too long to floss or pick at something problematic that had been embedded in my back teeth.

I knew what it had to be: I was recuperating after a quite busy dentist visit. Yes, even my tongue seemed almost sore, but more like worn out from overexertion. But, had my dentist also scraped the back of my mouth with a tool? If so, that would actually be the second time he had done such a thing- though this seemed much worse than the last time. My entire throat seemed sore from it, or from something. Perhaps it would actually be best for me to consider going to another dentist. Too bad, he had seemed nice enough.

Was that it then- was I waking up from anesthetic at the dentists? Some procedure? But, this didn’t smell a dentist’s office.

God, I might need to gargle with some saltwater.

I was 25. My parents had met when my father was 25. I distinctly remembered one of the times when my mother was relating that story to my sister and I, her face had lit up when she described just how my father had looked the night they had met. She had gone through a bad break up and was sulking. There was a party, her friend talked her into going and suddenly there he was with his stunning smile.

My mother had put up with years of difficulty and unhappiness because of that smile of his.

God, no wonder it seemed like it was awkward and weird for her to look at me sometimes.

25 years old- my father had his shit together at my age. When they had hooked up he was making good money. He had also been in much better physical shape than I when he was my age, that was obvious in every picture I had ever seen of them together.

Dad looked like a winner in those old pictures. Honestly, they looked like winners. A power couple for the ages.

In comparison to him, I was merely a slacker wannabe artist, besides being a wreck. A skinny wreck as well, because of my poor diet.

Had my mom ever noticed my scrawniness? Did that ever make her feel sorry for me? Was that why she put up with covering my rent sometimes? I didn’t know.

I just knew that I couldn’t help mom. I couldn’t even help myself. So, unless Kathy could solve whatever was going on with our mother’s social life, it would remain a mystery for now. Mom could be a bit quirky and Kathy knew that. My sister should probably just let her be.

But, this was not the appropriate time- if there ever was one- to be thinking about my mother’s romantic and sexual prospects.

I sighed and tried to sit up. I immediately realized that something strange was just right there, up against me. I wasn’t at all under blankets like I had initially thought- instead, the front of my body was bathed in a stifling heat. Whatever it was, it was something solid and I realized that it seemed to actually be partially resting on top of me. There was a heavy but not uncomfortable pressure on my stomach and thighs.

“What the hell,” I whispered to myself as my brow furrowed.

I finally opened my eyes- but I couldn’t really see very much at all. My vision was frustratingly overwhelmed by something only really inches away from my face. It was so big and it was curved, curving away from me in every direction- almost like a huge ball or bubble. All I could think of was one of those opaque weather balloons as tall as a person that I had briefly seen in some 1950s black and white footage played on some show long ago. I blinked and tried to focus my eyes on it but the object was so close.

God- was it a giant beanbag? One of the ones made for adults? Was that... corduroy? That was what that ridged, almost lined textile was called, right? Was it that stuff covering it? Did I get drunk and crash at somebody’s- No. Whatever it was, it was much bigger than one of those gimmicky beanbag things. It looked like there might be sparse droplets of moisture or something here and there on it, catching the light. Those patterns covering it weren’t in straight rows. Corduroy wasn’t ever gentle swirls, it was in rows. I didn’t quite understand what-

Fuck.

Glancing out away from the large object to either side revealed a featureless and somewhat blurry and distant space. Everything seemed white and it was quite brightly lit. I got the impression of a large expanse, like I was in the center of an outdoor football pitch. As if I was reclined onto my back in the center of the bowl of a stadium… with something… God, something on top of me.

I gasped and feebly blinked, horrified and in stunned awe as the glittering, rounded mass on top of me slid back half an arm’s length. It pushed my feet down uncomfortably beneath of it’s great weight and forced my legs even wider apart as it settled onto them even more. Then the mysterious shape slowly slid towards my face once again. The air was partially forced out from my lungs as my upper body was rocked and slightly squeezed beneath the great bulk of it.

“Oh god! What is this? What the fuck is happening!” I groaned as I tried to pull my face away from the great curve of whatever it was looming in at me.

I wanted to be in my apartment, in my bed. I wanted it to be Thursday morning. I just wanted things to make sense. This was all just so frightening. I had absolutely no idea where I was or what this was at all.

Over the next minute or two the giant thing on top of me slowly moved back and forth along the same short course over my body several times. I stayed rigid and completely motionless as it did so, cautiously observing it’s movements. I didn’t want to be touching it at all, but I had no choice in the matter. There was a brief, gentle sound as the huge mass moved, like the staccato trill of a playing card caught in the spokes of a bicycle, but not metallic at all. I had a horrible thought that made me grimace- it was almost like the thing was intentionally rubbing against the front of my prone form. But, I forced myself to reign my wild imagination in- I didn’t even know what this thing was yet.

It’s slow, methodical sliding caused my penis to itch, tickled but also irritated. The firm, hard lump of my manhood was occasionally being dragged along against this massive rough surface as it moved.

I couldn’t decide if it was composed of plastic, or something like more like clay. But, those materials didn’t seem right. Why was I even worried about what it looked like? It was on top of me and it had already proven that it moved quite a lot- I should be much more worried about it crushing me! But, I simply couldn’t keep myself from thinking about what it was. However, there was an even more insane intuition about what it looked like that just wouldn’t go away- a thought that kept nagging at me… Honestly, it looked more like flesh than anything else, like tanned skin…

God, I was really almost completely underneath whatever it was. Why didn’t I know anything? I immediately thought about people my age that I knew, acquaintances that had told me crazy stories about blacking out after drinking too much alcohol- of how they might have woken up on a lawn in the pitch black of early morning, how they might lose a wallet, or a purse, or car keys. Though no one I knew had ever told me a story about blacking out and waking up pressed face first beneath the rounded end of something resembling a plump and golden-hued trash-dumpster-sized baking potato.

I blinked back my tears of scared frustration and simply tried to breathe. But then the massive thing began to slide once again. I held stock still as the curved, honey colored wall moved forward much more than it had done before. I wouldn’t have been able to struggle much even if I had wanted to- my arms were trapped against my sides beneath the stifling, massive swell. All I could do was withhold a terrified sob as my face became inexorably smashed against it.

There were… Those were ridges. I had seen them before, but such a feature didn’t seem important to my survival, to my understanding of what was happening to me. They must have completely covered the thing. God, they were so big and well-defined, just right there beyond the end of my smashed nose. Like the ridges made in adhesive right before tiles are put into place on a new floor. Like something that might grow on an ocean reef. Alien and subtly glistening and...

The unknown and giant shape pushed the air entirely from my lungs as it shifted on top of me. At first I didn’t believe my own ideas about what seemed to be happening. But as my features were repeatedly dragged across the curved surface and smashed against it’s hot, slightly tacky ridges I couldn’t deny at least considering my conclusion. It’s motivation for moving as it did seemed so insane and yet it was the only thing that made sense at all to me…

It seemed to be intentionally pressing and dragging it’s smelly, rough bulk across my softly sobbing facial features. Almost like it was feeling my face. No- I couldn’t attribute motivation to something that looked like this. I was mistaken. I had to be.

I just needed to try and- No, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to anger whatever it was- if it could even be angered. I still wasn’t sure at all that it was even self animate, that it wasn’t some sort of, god, I didn’t know. My mind raced through anything that could explain what was smashed against me as that panic began to build again. Was it some odd piece of giant industrial equipment- some sort of counter-weight or tank made from a material I had never seen before? Or perhaps- the bottom of a two person rowboat? Some kind of an ocean buoy? It might be resting on me but still partially held up in the air by ropes? But, there was no discernible breeze to move it back and forth and- those fucking ridges were all over it. Those weren’t barnacles. I had never seen anything like that on any kind of-

An alien mushroom. It was an-

Oh fuck.

Stop it. Calm down.

My neck spasmed, pushing my face against it even more for a moment.

Perhaps I had been in an automobile wreck. Had I been out to see mom and beg her for money and I was on my way back home when it had happened? Was that why I had just been thinking about her and how lonely she must be? Was it because that she was still living in that house all by herself, the place where Kathy and I had grown up? Had a big truck carrying some sort of oddly shaped but normal, mundane equipment components tipped over and I was pinned by whatever this...

Stop it.

What the fuck did I know? Did I know anything at all? Was the specific identity of this… thing… was it that important? If I could guess what it was would that magically free me from beneath it?

The emergency personnel were coming. I would hear sirens soon and then lights would flood everything around me.

I grimaced and tried to draw a breath in through my mouth. My tongue slid into a valley between two of the ridges. It wasn’t- Oh fuck, it wasn’t clean. Not at all. It tasted like slightly sour dirt and my nose was immediately filled with the pungent scent of stale flowers, the odor of them reinvigorated by my saliva. I grimaced and blinked as tears welled up in my eyes.

If help didn’t come I- I would never be able to shift this off of my legs to get away. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t even sure that five big men cooperating together could even budge it. I was only a sad, boney and completely out of shape artist that just wanted to-

Those emergency personnel that were only minutes away from where I lay… They might have to actually call a crane to come in to lift this off of-

What if I wasn’t found? What if this wasn’t actually a wreck on a well traveled thoroughfare involving an over-burdened lorry?

I was going to be held, trapped like this under it without being crushed at all and I’ll dehydrate. I’ll die under this thing quickly without water. I have two days, maybe three. People die of thirst first, not hunger.

What was it? I screamed silently to myself as I shut tight my eyes. Please, I just needed to know where I was! I needed to know what this-

My face was compressed even more against it. I could barely breathe, the fresh air and my depleted breath raced back and forth in between the hollow of my right cheek and those horrible ridges.

Oh god. It was so hot and it smelled earthy like the underside of a log and old cheese, but also those flowers. I didn’t understand why it smelled at all like flowers- and yet that aspect of it was almost familiar somehow.

The curve pulled away once again, but this time it slowly lifted off of me, tilting back like there was a hinge or some pivot point acting upon it somewhere well beyond my feet. I was quite relieved that I was free of it finally. But, it immediately felt like I was about to be devoured by some huge, heaving beast bearing down on my vulnerable, trapped body. I would have began screaming and trying to get away right then except the form of the object revealed as it lifted away absolutely did not look like any animal I had ever seen.

I gratefully gulped down air. I needed to get out from under this thing while I still could, I thought to myself. I needed to- But, I couldn’t stop looking at it.

My eyes lingered on the great, plump ovoid that hung just above me. I could have probably reached out and touched it. It was certainly many times more massive than my entire body and I had a vague hunch that there was even more to it than what I could currently see. God, it reminded me of those sometimes whimsical, sometimes nightmarish things shown in Salvador Dali’s surreal paintings. This entire experience made me wonder if I might be still asleep. But, this thing was definitely real and it was big enough to completely cover a full sized street motorcycle tipped over onto it’s side. Such a tremendous, awful thing was incredibly intimidating to be so close to, not to mention be directly beneath of. I still felt as if I had awakened within the enclosure of some huge animal at a zoo and I was entirely at it’s mercy.

I realized that this strange thing was not alone as it tilted back slightly more. I could see at least one more odd object like it at least in coloration and texture. This other one hung very close to the bulb-like colossus which dwarfed me. It was huddled against it, like a smaller sibling or a child. This second thing was more slender and pillar-like in shape. It was nearly the same size as I was.

As the giant thing started to lower, it tilted downwards just enough for me to suddenly know exactly what it was – what they both really were. I gasped as I took in what I was now able to see with wide, frightened eyes. The huge, bowed shell that was painted a vivid pink and crowned it’s top sticking out slightly past the egg shaped bulk of it immediately betrayed the things context. Being composed of such well-nourished and well-maintained skin and keratin made the object more resemble a huge movie prop or sculpture rather than living biology. But, those unusual aspects of it also gave away the identity of my violator. Everything came back to me with a horrible jolt.

There had been no road accident.

I whimpered softly and tried to pull my arms and legs into a fetal curl but the monstrous and heavy flesh would not allow it. Instead it pressed against me, possessively forcing my weak little form to comply to it’s rounded surface.

My entire body was undeniably trapped beneath one of my own mother's big toes. The giant appendage had been awkwardly nestled against me and it had been slowly caressing between my legs. I was her unwilling, completely helpless little plaything. I was laying on my back just in front of the toilet, my small form nearly hidden beneath one of her feet. Beneath of a row of those pampered, alarmingly huge toes that had complete access to me.

The digit softly stroked against me again as I tightly shut my eyes and whimpered quietly. The great wandering swirls of endless ridges which covered the dense flesh threatened to drive me to madness as they chafed my delicate skin. In my mind, that particular texture almost seemed strangely similar to the molded, decorative surfaces which covered a few Japanese iron tea kettles I had seen.

Why had I temporarily forgotten everything? Was it because she had squeezed the air out of me until I had passed out? Had I suffered some sort of an injury to my brain?

The deceptively pleasant looking digit lifted momentarily and then tilted down again, carefully brushing across my entire form. The perverted being was feeling for the little protuberance of my head and found where it was immediately. The stiflingly hot flesh pushed in and moved like a rounded wall against my face, deliberately sliding against my lips, nose and chin.

“No, no, no!” I babbled when I was able, “This isn’t what- Oh god, I don’t want to be your- Please, just stop touching my-” The sour wall which comprised the tip of her toe ceased it’s sliding movement and it began to slowly press in against the front of my entire head like it was performing an especially aggressive yet heartfelt kiss. My eyes were wide with horror as it came on, “Please,” I rasped hoarsely, my breath hot and confined in front of my face, “Please, just leave me alone!” Then I could no longer speak as the slightly sticky monstrosity had engulfed my face.

She wasn’t satisfied with her huge big toe merely pressing against my face. It swiftly grew dark around me as I was trapped beneath of it against the bathroom tile. I never even struggled against the oncoming digit, I was already quite exhausted from her earlier play and couldn’t put forth the effort to resist. She wasn’t going to try and use me like a little stress ball, was she? I knew that I wouldn’t survive such rough treatment. I listened to my heart pump furiously in the deafening silence beneath of her toe pad’s tyrannical affection.

Would she just press down ever so slightly, her nicely tended toe fattening a bit as soft pops were faintly heard and then my guts would...

But there was movement from the ponderous flesh trapping me, the pressure swiftly lessened and light once again surrounded me.

The delicate skin of my face and chest peeled free of the terrible ridges as the toe lifted away. I heard a thunderous giggle somewhere above me. A moment later the pair of pretty digits had flexed open slightly and then they lowered back down onto me. They gently closed, the frighteningly bulky and rounded shapes clasping everything between them which stuck above my shoulders. I grimaced as I gasped for breath, my cheeks smashed and my mouth drooling in the great fragrant crevice which had shut around my head and neck.

Had my mom noticed that I seemed skinny, underfed? Was that why she couldn’t resist playing with me? Her nice toes were now so big. Powerful. Horrifically giant and plump…

Seized like a twig… My little head like a cherry pit.

But, what exactly would I recommend that my mother get as a pet? A hamster? A mouse? Mice were smaller. Smaller seemed better for her.

My mom had decided on something better than even that. Something that was a bit smaller than a full grown mouse. Something that was only capable of moving on two little legs. Something that, unlike any mouse, was so slow that it could never get away from her. Something that had such a handsome, familiar little face.

With a large, delighted smile and shining, excited eyes she had effortlessly just reached out and…

Perhaps now was the appropriate time to consider my own mother’s sexuality- and what that might mean for me, body and mind.

I squeezed shut my eyes, forcing out tiny, unimportant tears that would be lost, smeared into nothing on the next caress of those dreadful, chafing...

The hot flesh of the pair of toes surrounding my head pounded with the secret rhythm of her pulse. My own jaw which rested against the rounded wall of her big toe had picked up the signal like a phonograph needle might and then my ears readily decoded the deeply pitched hammering. There wasn’t any further message hidden in the code of her heartbeat, other than the obvious: that I was tiny and that she had become a colossal being to me, like something from a fairy-tale.

A moment later the goddess seemed satisfied with the humiliating capture of my pathetic head. It was released and I couldn’t help but flop down again beneath her frightening digits as I gasped and coughed weakly. The huge, almost egg-shaped pad then returned to the business of greedily stroking it’s bulk across my privates. My little legs were effortlessly shifted and repositioned as it did so. The ridges once again caught against the bunched up jumpsuit fabric that covered my erect cock. That was source of the strange, soft noise I had heard earlier- the corrugations covering the ample flesh ran against the fabric's tightened, stiff wrinkles causing a sound a bit like a zipper sliding shut or cards being repeatedly shuffled.

I could not keep from finally looking beyond the aggressive digit when I finally had the chance to. From where I lay, the giantess seemed to be composed mostly of her vast, distinctively beautiful feet and ominously towering, visually distorted shins. Each gigantic limb flanked the central white porcelain tower of the base of the toilet which she sat upon. She was leaned over, her elegant hands relaxed and placed atop one another on her knees. All of her attention for the moment was invested in controlling her gently stroking toe. The slightly lifted sole of her foot just beyond the big toe was repeatedly forced into rows of delectable bulges as her digit scrunched against my midsection.

She was- My own-

Oh fuck...

She was smiling, towering above me-

I was being dominated- by one of her- by one of those-

A pampered, perfect-

...hovering, dipping…

Stroking.

The sight of it all.

“You're just- are you even awake yet, Steve? You're such a limp little thing, except for that little cock. Oh, the things I would like to do with you! But you would definitely need to be smaller first. I’ve got a nice size in mind for you, you know. I’ve got it all planned out. The perfect size.”

The huge big toe lifted off and I realized her entire foot was lifting off of the tile. Her lower leg was in motion over the top of me. The gorgeous, high-arched foot which had claimed my entire body as it’s own personal toy repositioned itself in the air overhead. It tilted downwards over me, bringing the row of toes once again to bear onto my little form.

The bulging front of the big toe swirled in a circle directly over my body for a moment, quite close but without touching me. I immediately realized that she was trying but had failed to delicately isolate and play with only my boner. Then, perhaps out of frustration, the great bowed toenail’s overhang softly scraped down my fragile lower body, causing my cock to be flattened and then spring back up as the nail slid past. There didn’t seem to be much precision to the action of this particular movement at all. I realized that if she did that motion even a few more times using her long toenail directly against my body like that I would at least be mauled and perhaps even badly hurt by her.

A terrible vision of my tiny legs becoming severed by the bluntly filed edge of her healthy toenail flashed before my mind. I clenched by jaw as the giant digit pivoted down onto me for more mischief.

The edge of her nail touched down onto my little hips, inadvertently landing just above the tiny cloth tent of my cock. I looked down towards my feet and the sight of my bulge was blocked from me. The convex, matte pink shell slid sideways across my waist with a soft, playful stroke. But as it did so the tent I sported wobbled stiffly and it must have found a groove to plunge into. For just a moment I could feel the tiny head of my penis bump and slide against the hard underside of-

Of her-

Of that dreadful, pink painted-

Oh god.

I came immediately, moaning in disgust as my jumpsuit's crotch became uncomfortably wet and hot with the outflow of gushing semen.

The toe finished it’s little sideways stroke and the entire foot lifted up and away from my body. It retreated, landing with a quake next to it’s twin on the other side of the towering base of the toilet. I tried to clamp a hand around my cock to stop it gushing, but it was too late. Above me the towering, grotesquely foreshortened goddess sighed as all of those gorgeous toes flexed wide and then squeezed together.

“Well, my foot is about to cramp from playing with you, so... I guess I'm done in here. Let's go and get that champagne, little dolly and then once I wake you back up we can have a nice evening together exploring a new size for you... and I, for that matter. This is all just so fucking hot to me. I need more of this. I'm so thankful Kathy had to stay late at the store tonight. This is truly a once in a lifetime experience.”

I sat up as my hands clutched at the wet fabric as my cock still gushed. She was so large and far away that she couldn’t see what had happened, what she had finally succeeded doing to me.

“Oh, god! I'm going to be sick! You just-”

“Oh, you’re moving! I thought you were asleep or something! Hold still, my little doll.”

Her other foot lifted and swept in at me, those giant, beautiful toes spread. I made it to my feet and awkwardly stumbled away as I cradled my crotch in both hands. The digits shut just in front of me, the vibrant nails shining prettily, the wonderful pads deformed against each other slightly as they collided. I turned away, knowing I had little chance of evading her massive form at all.

“Where do you think you're going? Hmm?”

There was a tremor and a gust of wind whistled past me. I turned momentarily to see that the front of her foot had landed, those giant toes splayed in a desperate attempt to knock me off of my feet.

“Well, fine then, Steve.”

A deafening guttural sound like a jet engine split the air behind me: the toilet flushing. I trotted for the open door to the hallway which led out to the rest of her house, one hand clenched around my wet crotch. I had no choice, though I knew that the hallway's carpeted floor would slow me down and the giantess would catch me.

“Here I come, then! Fee fi fo fum, Steve! Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum!”

Massive thumps filled the air with accompanying jolts of kinetic energy that shot lightning-fast through the tiles under my soft, bare feet. My mother Julie was walking, coming in pursuit of me and even at a full run the scenery of towering wooden cabinets and wallpapered heights moved past me at a crawl. I had only made it halfway across the bathroom floor when my side began to hurt. The air was so thick to me. It was just so difficult to breathe properly.

“I'm not... I'm... It's just so useless.” I gasped to myself as fresh tears of frustration filled my eyes.

I gave up then. I knew in my gut that I couldn't outrun her. I stopped and turned, holding out one of my arms in instinctive fear. I was not prepared for what I saw, though obviously I knew exactly what it would be in advance.

Even without looking up at her, my diminutive mother’s lovely legs from the knees down dominated my tiny world. Those huge, beautiful bare feet gracefully impacted down onto the tiles, her towering yet shapely ankles and fit calves propelling them along effortlessly. How things so feminine and soft looking could be so incredibly ominous and intimidating was just wrong on a very basic level. What was far worse for me psychologically was that these were undeniably her feet. Just like when I had lost sight of her as a child in the grocery store- I didn't even need to look upwards to identify the immense being that chased me. Enough of the unique identifiers that marked these feet as only possibly belonging to her or perhaps my sister were there in the feet themselves.

Those generously formed toes impacted down onto the tiles, bulging sexily as they took her incredible weight. The panic-inducing sight of it all was enough to make me gush again, right through the death grip I had on my slimy, treacherous cock.

As those twin sets of monstrous toes came to a stop in front of me they caused the floor to shudder and blasted me with gusts of wind. I hazarded a look upwards at her face. The blonde goddess ominously looming above me was frowning slightly, her hands now on her hips. I watched stupidly as her balance shifted onto one leg and then I saw her knee drift up into my view from below!

She was lifting up her leg!

I tore my eyes away from her face just in time to witness the long pink toenail of her vertically hanging big toe gently collide with me. The toe belonged to the high arched bare foot hovering ominously in front of me, pointed downwards. With a slow flick from it I lost my balance and toppled backwards.

“You don't ever run from me, little doll. Understand?”

That immense, shapely foot lowered as it came closer to me. It’s powerful big toe tilted downwards as the smaller toes on the foot all fanned upward. It daintily pressed tip-first into the tile directly next to where I lay, the great toe pad bulging sexily. The digit pushed into me, the tip of her long toenail used like a plow to skim across the slick tile. It slammed into the small space between the tile and my body like a wedge. I was lifted, tumbling up for a moment onto the convexly bowed surface of her pink toenail. My little body rolled off the outside of the stout digit and I crumpled against the tile.

I tried to make it onto my feet again, mostly out of thoughtless panic and fear. The vast foot shifted in reaction and it’s big toe effortlessly dealt with me again. I received another unhurried, gentle flick from the pretty digit. The unmercifully dense, giant pad sent my spindly little form tumbling away from it and I slid noisily across the tile on my back.

“Come on now, dolly. Stop trying to get away.”

Her foot landed right next to where I lay, her toes held arched upwards above me. Past two of the giant digits I could see that she didn’t look entirely pleased with me.

“Please! I don’t want to be trapped under your- I'm sorry! Don't squish me! Please don't- Oh god!”

The row of toes dropped slowly onto my body as I whimpered. I found myself trapped by a loose tunnel of well-hydrated arches of flesh. The undersides of her massive toes.

“Oh fuck… Jesus. This is-”

The hair on my head must have tickled the sensitive flesh on the inside of her big toe which lay directly above my prone form. The mighty digit twitched, thumping down against the tile with a tremor and a bone-jarring thud. The jolt was instantly absorbed into the muscles of my back and my breathing was momentarily interrupted by the shock of such a sensation. It was like laying on a giant drum head. I instantly felt nauseous.

“You can’t just run off like that, Steve.”

“I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to-”

Those giant toes began to slowly move, constricting, closing on themselves. I heard several sluggish squealing noises, like large windows in an office building all being cleaned at once as the generously cushioned pads slid with some resistance across the ceramic flooring. The underside of each unblemished toe covering me fattened and creased, the musculature between each relatively small joint bulging as each digit curled. The bulbous flesh of four impossible toes pressed grotesquely in against my quivering form, from upper chest to my shins. My little body was engulfed by the four examples of gigantic musculature clad in thick, ridged skin. I was lifted away from the tiles, gripped beneath of my giant mother’s toes. It was like she had playfully picking up a candy bar laying on the floor using just one of her exquisite feet. I tried to wiggle free and began to scream in a panic.

“Oh, hush! You’re fine! You understand, right? No more running away. I’m not going to hurt you, not now, not ever. But I’m also not going to spend Mother’s Day chasing you. This was supposed to be nice, wasn’t it? Not just more work for me? I’m not going to put up with that.”

The foot grasping me rotated slowly at it’s ankle and then her toes squeezed against me. I felt my vertebrae pop as they were twisted slightly. The breath was crushed from me as my tiny face was simultaneously forced up into the underside of her slowly tightening second toe. I shivered in shock as I realized that this toe had trapped my little head beneath of it- gripping it like a hazelnut between cushions of dense muscle. I struggled to breathe, my face pushed up against a huge crease formed from two separate hunks of bulging flesh forced together. She held me clenched like that for a long moment as I struggled to not panic any further and just let my giant mother dominate me.

My mother then laid me back down onto the tile with more gracefulness than I thought she was capable of. I was panting and almost in tears from the fright of what she had just effortlessly done to me. I yelped in surprise as one of her big toes lowered onto me. I was terrified that she would capture me beneath of it’s huge pad against the ceramic floor. Instead, the digit stroked across my entire body, causing me to slide a little ways on the tile from each gliding caress of the bulky appendage. I tightly shut my eyes and tried to keep my mouth set firmly against the giant ridges running across me.

“Well, I really didn't think that you would ever be able to get away from me. I am glad however that you decided to give up on your own. The last thing I would need is for you to lose your little mind and do something stupid like hide in one of the floor vents. I'm disappointed, of course. But, I also realize that you're sometimes quite frightened of me like this. However, you know that we have a play date together tonight and you are not going to spoil that!”

The giant toe stopped caressing me and it lifted away, bending down towards me at it’s knuckle as the foot hovered over me. She was holding onto the counter in front of the bathroom mirror to steady herself, her leg lifted as she gazed down on me with a serious expression. The long, bowed toenail jutting out past the huge pad of her big toe made me feel incredibly uneasy as it pointed at my little body.

The pleasant looking toe pressed down tip-first into the tile directly next to where I lay. Her other smaller toes curled as the giant digit gently nudged me with it’s pink nail.

“Sit up. I want you to kiss me, Steve. I want you to tell me that you’re sorry for running away.”

I scrambled up onto my knees and immediately the beautiful toe’s massive tip slowly pressed right against my face. At first I could feel the underside of her toenail collide gently with the top of my head. It’s cool surface slid slightly, dragging my hair back for just an instant before the heavy ridges smashed against my features.

“Now kiss.”

I tried not to whimper fearfully and grabbed hold of the very tip of this giant round shape pressed against my face with both of my arms held wide. I forced ridiculous kisses against the doughy, sour flesh as I grovelled helplessly on the tile.

“You’ve got to change me back!” I begged her digit. “Please, just- Oh god… I’m sorry, alright? For fuck’s sake, I’m sorry that I ran away from you!”

I pressed my cheek against the huge ridges and squeezed shut my eyes as a frustrated sob shook me. This was- all of this was entirely insane, like some twisted, obscenely misremembered fragment from Alice in Wonderland. I was huddled on the bathroom floor in my mother’s house. My hands and jaw pressed against just a little piece of her. It was almost like an over-sized beach ball, but even larger than that. But it was flesh...

Her flesh.

Some of that always fresh looking and heavily moisturized…

So hot and dense…

I was so physically overwhelmed by it. By all of it.

My mother was... She was so small... so short…

What was I then?

“Oh god- I don’t want to be tiny anymore!” I cried out, “You have to change me back! Please!”

I heard her giggle throatily. I pulled away from her digit and hazarded a look upwards. Past that towering, bronzed leg the goddess was smiling slightly, her cheeks flushed red.

“You need to be careful with that cute little head of yours, Steve. I’m especially sensitive right there! I almost flinched.”

With a little upward movement the big toe knocked me back onto the tile in front of it. The great pad gently lowered, covering my entire body in shadow and it stroked softly against me once again.

I wasn’t sure at first what exactly she had meant by “sensitive right there”. But, it was logical that my hair had probably brushed repeatedly against the flesh- ticklish flesh- directly beneath of her incredible toenail… and that had immediately aroused her. I frowned at that sickening realization and felt a grotesque sort of panic try to overwhelm me.

As the digit lifted and came over me again I could see that one of her hands was cupped beneath of a breast, her fingers gently pinching at it’s nipple.

“You’re just lucky that I didn’t make you use those teeny-tiny hands to reach in and tickle me up underneath... I’d probably really like that a lot. Or that little tongue. Mmm. Oh, that’s giving me some naughty ideas.”

“Oh fuck,” I whispered under my breath with a nervous gulp. I could feel my face go cold as the blood drained out of it from the shock of what she had just hinted at. It was truly horrifying. “Not under your… No, no no! You wouldn’t make me- Oh god, that’s-”

The foot stroking me shifted slightly as her pretty toes lifted, fanning out. I began begging her to leave me be in a panicked, shrill voice. The scarily bulky digits dropped precisely to the tile, half of my little body became framed in the space between her big toe and second toe. I squealed as I uselessly pushed for a moment at the curved, dense flesh. Then when that effort proved obviously hopeless, I tried to scramble up onto my feet. The digits easily adjusted as they closed to keep my slender form trapped between them as I struggled to escape. My little head and arms were crushed and totally immobilized in their thick, muscular embrace.

“Shh. My goodness, dolly. I'm only picking you up. You apologized nicely to me so I think we’re done in here now.”

I was lifted upwards and my little legs violently swung from side to side as she took a few careful, thundering steps back to where her slippers lay. She was only using her heel to step with. It was a hitching, almost limping gait as she clenched me in her toes. I was accelerated into a dark, familiar place filled with tangy, fetid air. The slipper was dragged tightly onto her foot and she released me before adjusting her giant digits in the darkness. I whimpered as I was dominated by her assertive big toe and then forcibly rolled to the front of her footwear. I let her toenail gouge me without struggling as she carefully but brutally wadded my tiny form up against the slipper's toe. Then the cruel being began to slowly walk. I stayed curled within the tip of the slipper as her giant big toe bludgeoned me with each step.

In a few minutes I found myself dragged out into the fresh air and light. She had grabbed me by my head and shoulders once again. I was lifted into the air. I dangled, weeping from her toes, my arms wrapped tightly around her second toe to keep my neck from being injured. The powerful foot laid me down onto the coffee table and then slid backwards on it's rounded, glittering heel until it finally disappeared, back down onto the floor where it rightfully belonged with it's twin.

As I lay panting there, one of my mother's huge hands rolled me onto my back.

“Wait a minute- What is that?”

The pretty hand closed around me, lifting me up from the table to hover below her face. I was limp in her palm as her other hand examined me. An index finger gently swept across the wet cloth covering my still somewhat hard cock. It lifted away and I watched as she examined her wet fingertip with a smirk.

“Someone had a little accident, didn't they? I wonder how that might have happened? Well, I wish you would have made that a bit more obvious to me, Steve. Next time I want to watch when it happens.” I was dumped unceremoniously back onto the coffee table, “Well, we're going to have to get you out of that ugly jumpsuit at some point. How about now?”

I pushed at her encroaching fingertips and got up onto my feet.

“Oh, don't be like that. It's so dirty! Either we get you out of that thing now, or we do it after you're even tinier. So- which would you rather go through? Hmm?”

I turned away from her amused face, unwilling to subject myself to her any longer. I staggered to the opposite edge of the coffee table.

“Alright then. Have it your way.”

The only thing that stopped me from launching myself off of the coffee table was how obvious the outcome would be. What was I going to do? Running from her would solve nothing and besides, the drop would probably be fatal. I needed her to just change me back and she obviously wasn't going to do that. I had to- I had no choice. I had to survive, despite what she was demanding of me, no matter how terrible, how deplorable. Then I would make her understand that she was completely wrong about the motivation behind my “stunt” today- that I didn't know about her outlandish tastes. That I didn't want to be tiny- that I didn't have some depraved, insane lust for her hands or her frightening feet. Eventually, once I survived my... ordeal. Eventually she would understand me, she would have to grow me back. Nothing between us would ever be the same, but...

Behind me, the cruel giantess that was my own mother focused her attention once again on the size changing device. There was a sudden beep and I turned as my shaking legs finally failed me. She was going to make me even smaller and then... I gagged and covered my mouth as my stomach knotted. Then I would truly be her toy.

In my mind's eye, flashes of horrible things played out in an instant. Mighty flesh crushing me, twisting me to the point of breaking. Saliva bathing my stunned form. Vividly white teeth, gigantic eyes and groping, suffocating digits dominating me. A stream of outrageous, fun-house mirror glimpses formed from my own mother's familiar form, callously inflicted upon my own pitiful body. My immediate future.

I never could have known.

I retched as I tried to breathe.

“There! That size should match the magazine photo, I hope!” she said, smiling as she bit her bottom lip in playful anticipation. The fact that I was on my knees, tears coursing down my face never did register to her. She was too wrapped up in her own plans to really see me crumpled on the coffee table in despair.

“Mom no!” was all I could whisper as she pointed the device towards me.

“Ooh, I can’t wait, this is actually turning out to be quite the gift, Steve,” she laughed, aiming the device square at my body. Her other hand hovered close by, eagerly awaiting my reduction in size, it's thumb and index finger rubbed together in anticipation.

“Now, smile and say, happy Mother’s Day!” she cooed, musically.

“Noooooo” I yelled, cowering into a fetal position as she slowly pulled the trigger on the device above me.

ZAP!

A familiar green light flashed and enveloped my body. I withered in agony as paralysis and pain shot through me. I convulsed, my vision fading. A monstrous thing- some piece of my selfish captor no doubt- swung in out of the gloom just above me but I could do nothing. My limp body was jostled into motion as something hard and cool to the touch nudged me. I helplessly rolled several times and I ended up face down. A throaty laugh split the air like thunder as everything turned to black.

10. His Bad Day by V11

When I finally opened my eyes I couldn't see a thing. I was in a dark space, it smelled intensely floral and perhaps... was that a subtle but detectable hint of smoked ham? The air around me was incredibly hot and thick. I fought not to vomit as my surroundings rocked back and forth, the cadence too fast to be a ship in a storm. Where was I? I fought for a moment to recall whatever had just transpired as I listened to the sounds of throbbing, muted drums. Or was that explosions? Like dynamite set off in a cavern close by, deep and powerful yet safely distant.

As I lay on the unnaturally warm surface I realized that my body ached. I almost felt like I had been in a fight somehow, somewhere. What was going on? My ribs ached, my left hand- really my entire left forearm- felt sore. Sore like half of my entire arm was bruised. Almost like it had been entirely trapped from my elbow down and squeezed somehow for a long time or with a lot of force. What had happened to me? What danger had I escaped only to collapse here in this dark place?

As I took stock of my surroundings I realized that my nose was hot, almost swollen, like someone had slapped me hard and it was quite tender, but not bleeding. Really, my whole face felt flushed and raw, like it had been cruelly rubbed back and forth against a rug, but my nose and lips felt especially sensitive. I ran my fingers across the dried saliva which covered my cheeks and chin. I then realized that my jumpsuit was torn, exposing my torso from my neck to almost my crotch. Jumpsuit? Wait a minute. Jumpsuit!

Everything flooded back with a startling clarity, my mother had shrank me again. But, that seems so long ago to me. I could not remember what had transpired after that. Had something gone wrong? Was I my normal size again?

As I wracked my mind for clues I realized that my eyes had slowly adjusted to the gloom. There was faint light coming in from a crack in the ceiling. I could see that I lay in a strange cavern the size of a small room. It seemed as if the hollow I lay within was composed of huge interlocked boulders. The shadowy crevices and fissures where these strangely rounded boulders touched were everywhere, all around me. There was something that bothered me about this place- why were the softly rounded features of the rocky walls and deeply seamed floor a uniform light beige? Was everything... was it painted? Who would ever go to the trouble of painting a little cave and so thoroughly?

My mind briefly raced into strange places- was this somebody's hideout? It was almost like something out of some old children's book, the pirate's secret entrance to their treasure cave? Perhaps where a friendly vagrant whiled away the hours when they were not fishing? But there was no rickety chair, no heap of ashes from a campfire. In fact, there was no dirt or vegetation at all.

Caverns did not rock back-and-forth like they were contained within some huge hammock! Wherever I was, I was not within a normal cave. My fingers traced across the ground in front of me. It was such a strange surface, almost like tread on the bottom of a shoe, but hot and slightly sticky. Tread? It was almost like plastic, or a hard rubber but so incredibly warm. I brought my fingers to my mouth and hesitantly tasted them. It was a fiercely salty sting on my tongue mixed with a taste almost like dirt. The after-note of this taste was a horrible nuttiness that strongly lingered for a long time. I immediately regretted foolishly introducing whatever this was into my mouth. I grimaced and tried to corral the nasty tasting saliva onto the tip of my tongue before spitting it all out.

It wasn't boulders then. Was it plastic?

I was desperate to make sense of where I was and considered everything I could think of that even vaguely fit this situation. This wasn't an oxygen tent in a hospital, nor was it some piece of rescue equipment dangling from a helicopter. It was the most obvious then, the simplest explanation that fit all evidence- even if it seemed very unlikely. It had to be a cargo ship in a storm then and I was... in the cargo hold? Trapped by fallen cargo that had luckily formed into some natural hollow with me safely at it's center? Huge, beige industrial fabric bags of wheat or some other grain? Animal food? Just what had happened to the world while I lay unconscious for me to end up in such a situation? Moreover, where was my mother? I badly needed to speak with her. I had to explain how she had jumped to some awful conclusions and that ultimately I still loved her and forgave her despite what she had put me through.

I shook my head slightly, filled with self doubt. I had a nagging feeling that all of my ideas about this place were not right at all and I was simply too stupid to realize where I really was.

The surface that I knelt upon shifted! The tightly interlocked boulders and swells beneath of me flattened slightly! They had changed shape!

There was movement all around me, from everything surrounding me. My eyes darted around wildly. More light spilled into my prison and I could see more clearly. I realized that- Oh God! The walls, the floor, the ceiling, every bulging, rounded surface was covered with great swirled mazes of ridges. My scalp tingled in alarm as I realized that I was not in a cavity composed of strangely colored boulders, or giant cargo bags. I was completely surrounded in massive swells and plump folds of flesh!

The roof began to part- pulling away into four separate pieces! Fingers! The roof had been colossal, folded fingers! As the fingers lifted away and began to uncurl I caught a glimpse of something. It was far enough away that the distance caused a watercolor-like blur that softened it like a landscape from a mountaintop. However, I immediately knew what I had glimpsed, it was familiar face, huge and towering like an outdoor stadium light cluster far above me. Then I knew where I was- my cave had merely been my mother's closed fist! I tried to scream because of what I was seeing, but nothing came from my throat. Her upturned, gently cupped hand was swaying back and forth at waist level and my vision seemed terribly distorted, like seeing everything through a fish eye lens. Everything was off, or perhaps she was simply that colossal.

My mother's upper body towered straight up beyond the palm I lay in like a living skyscraper! Her vast breasts were swaying, their soft flesh jiggling, almost rippling in time with the now much more evident explosive impacts of her footfalls. The wind whistled and tore across her palm like being in the midst of a hurricane due to her monumental walking stride. Beyond her distant head the ceiling sped past at almost a blur. She looked down at me and I wanted nothing more than to hide from her enormity. I was so much smaller than before! She had made me the size of a paperclip, a pen cap, a cockroach.

The deep thuds of her steps stopped and she was smiling down on me from beyond her colossal bosom. She had been gigantic before, but now my own mother was truly an immense goddess in comparison to me.

The vast cupped hand lifted quickly, the wind howled past and it tore at my tattered jumpsuit. There was only one possible final destination for her hand and I. This undeniable realization of where I was going caused me to grit my teeth as I fought to not panic. My mother's tremendous body flew downwards in front of me like the wall of a vertical mountain- stomach, impossibly vast breasts, then delicate collarbones and her neck. I shook involuntarily as this impossible vista brutally humbled me. There were finally no more gigantic landmarks to distract me from the inevitable. I was confronted by my mother's huge face which rushed downward, quickly becoming nearly everything directly above where I lay.

11. Destination by V11

My mother's immense face smiled down on me sweetly. A cold shiver raced up my spine as a terrible, mindless panic took hold of me. I scrambled up into a crouch and lunged a few feet across the crazy landscape before I cried out and collapsed. I huddled, trembling against the swell of seamed flesh at the base of her mighty thumb. My legs kicked spasmodically as I lay there. I was dazed and panting as a terrible pain filled my chest. Was this what a heart attack felt like?

“There you are,” the goddess thundered, her voice impossibly deep and powerful. Her hot breath whipped through my hair as my ears popped. The sound waves of her tremendous voice itched and buzzed against my face and arms. For a moment I tried to instinctively ward off her looming face with raised, shaking arms as I shrieked. I gave up and curled into a ball, moaning as I stared at her through my own fingers clutching my head.

“Aww, am I frightening you, Steven? It's just little old me- and I am nothing to be scared of at all! I was so worried about you, since you weren't moving. You were just a limp little doll when I finally picked you up.”

Her impossible face came even closer and she grinned widely. As her colossal head towered above me, I stared in frightened wonder at her vast mouth. Each of her perfectly straight teeth were easily the size of my torso. Something massive floated up from beyond the edge of her palm. As it's sizable shadow fell over me I could no longer handle the information that my eyes were delivering to my mind. With a involuntary tremble I turned my head away and curled tighter into my fetal position.

“Mmm. You're just so adorable at this size,” she thundered, causing me to whimper hysterically, “so irresistibly cute in fact that I accidentally tore your tiny suit examining you while you were unconscious.”

She had “examined” me while I was passed out! My aching ribs and sore arm! My raw, throbbing face! My imagination conjured up terrible images. I moaned as my stomach clenched painfully.

A hot wind flowed across her palm as it grew darker around me. The scent of hand lotion filled the air heavily. “There's no need to be curled up like that- I'm not going to hurt you.”

Something hard impacted across the tops of both my knees at once and my legs were pried forcefully away from my stomach. Then something hot and rough touched my bare chest and face for a moment as I wept, utterly terrified.

“You look like a hero from an action movie with your little suit all torn.”

An unrecognizable and savagely loud noise hammered against my skin, hurting my chest and deafening me. Was that merely a giggle from my mother?

“Let's see now, hmm. How am I going to...”

Something cold brushed against my elbow and I recoiled from it with a startled yelp. A moment later there were two cool and smooth things which assertively pressed against my form from opposite sides. They were hard, like plastic or perhaps wood. They touched the entire length of both of my biceps from elbow to shoulder and I could even feel them press in against the middle of my thighs as well. My upper body was squeezed between them, but not painfully. I was released for just a moment before they contacted my sides again, but this time they brought with them a hot, rough surface or surfaces that pressed down into my chest and face and stomach. A great amount of pressure was exerted against my arms and torso simultaneously. I also confirmed via touch in that moment that it was actually two rough surfaces pressing in against my tiny form from above, divided by a tight crevice pressed against my face and chest.

I turned my head to the side and groaned raggedly as my arms were painfully forced against my ribs. I shouted, my voice pitiful with fright, “What's happening? Please! Don't make me look- I can't handle this! I don't want to open my eyes aga-”

“You were much easier to handle while unconscious,” the skyscraper sized giantess rumbled. “Or maybe I just got carried away by how tiny you suddenly were. Aww, but I like seeing your cute little legs kick! Just look at those tiny things! You know, I'm honestly afraid that I'll hurt you trying to pick you up like this. But, I'll be careful, I promise.”

The air was squeezed from my despondent body and I experienced blinding pain as my ribs flexed against the building pressure. I was lifted into the air for a moment, my legs dangling. “Hmm, I just don't know about this. However, it is quite easy for me to do and you seem perfectly fine.”

I was gently placed onto the hot flesh of her palm again. I caught a glimpse in that instant of at least the hard and smooth objects that had captured me. They were curved in cross section like the backs of wooden chairs, the slightly translucent structures were at least two inches thick if not more. Faint striations ran through the things, like a strange and primitive fiberglass- like colorless buffalo horn. I knew what I had just seen, but I refused to process it for the sake of my own sanity. I grimaced in shock as I shut my eyes tightly again. I wanted to be ignorant of what was happening. It was all too much for me. I wished that I had never thought of such a stupid and selfish idea.

I knew that one of the cruel, hard things had returned because it grazed across my stomach. It stroked slowly down my body from shoulder to thigh several times as if trying to comfort me. It felt like I was being harshly jostled by a huge porcelain toilet lid gripped by an angry bodybuilder.

“Honestly, you seem okay with being picked up like that. But, you have such teeny-tiny bones now, don't you? Hmm. Well, maybe I just can just get at that ragged fabric?”

Something heavy pushed against my chest and slowly slid across it. The torn section of my suit was tugged away from me and just as suddenly released.

“Oops. I almost had it. Let me try again.”

I could not help but to finally open my eyes. I let out a cry of shock at the closeness of huge things hovering just above me. I instantly recoiled, thinking I was about to be crushed, as if I had found a car or boulders in mid-air, mere milliseconds away from turning me into paste. In truth, the immense “things” were only slowly moving but they were much too close for comfort, almost directly above me. My eyes tried to make sense of what I was seeing. I thrashed, moaning horribly as I took it all in.

I could no longer avoid coming to terms with what the things were that had been prodding and greedily caressing me. I was so much smaller now. I tried to scream but nothing came out.

My mother's thumb and index fingertip were what loomed just above me. They were held as if they were about to pinch shut, her immense, unvarnished fingernails were obviously about to be employed like tweezers somehow on my tiny body. The index fingertip was the diameter of a large sewer pipe, the kind that a person could almost stand up inside of. Her thumb's pad seemed to be almost as big as a compact car. I choked on my panicked, closing throat as I stared in shock. I could only tremble violently in terror, unable to do anything else as I watched those beautiful fingertips lower directly over me.

Even at such a massive scale and with my close proximity to her digits, they still didn't look entirely real. Her fingers possessed a subtle, strangely plain and somewhat inorganic quality to them because of the amount of care that they regularly received. They reminded me of a CGI model test for a movie scene that lacked the final layers of grime and imperfect scuffing required for a proper, believable level of realism.

“Oh fuck... She’s just a... she is just fingers... Just a face and those…”

I finally managed to shake off my paralysis and tried to ward off her terrifying digits with my outstretched, violently trembling arms. It was a ridiculous gesture. Like trying to stop a slowly moving truck coming directly for you with a pair of sticks found in your backyard.

“Just let me get that ragged little flap. Now, really? Oh, come on Steve- just move your teeny-tiny arms for me. This is already difficult enough.” the goddess thundered overhead with a slightly annoyed but amused expression. The index fingertip extended slightly and the more than a meter wide tip of it's long, bowed nail swept in between my arms and my prone body. It was used to effortlessly nudge back both of my pitiful arms at once and the air it displaced in it's small movement blew my hair back.

“There now. Such cute little arms, but they were in the way.”

She could so easily squish me now… Just casually lower one of those… Just cover me up and then lightly… I would burst immediately, my frail body violently liquefied, as if I had been touched by some death ray from a science fiction movie.

The colossal fingertips came even closer, filling my vision entirely with their bulky, rounded forms.

“Please don't,” I whispered hoarsely, “Oh god... Mom, please... You've made me so... I'm so...”

The frightening nail's edges pressed against each side of my chest, immediately forcing the air from my lungs. My vision was dominated entirely by monstrous rounded forms of gleaming, ridged skin and dull, slightly translucent curves of thick keratin. The colossal fingers slowly closed, bringing the tips of her nails against each other as they slid across my puny torso. Her tremendous nails daintily captured the torn flap of my high tech jumpsuit between them.

Having two of her fingertips so close to me immediately hammered home the terror of just how small I really was now. With a sick, sinking feeling in my stomach I realized that my entire body could fit onto her mammoth thumbnail, it was at least the size of a single bed mattress! I couldn't look away from her plump, colossal thumb as I began to weep, utterly terrified of it's alarming size. The worst part was that not far beyond her mighty fingertips floated her cheerily smiling face like a living, moving and breathing cliff.

“See what I've done to your little suit? I've ruined it. Oh well.”

I was violently jerked like a rag doll as the digits effortlessly dragged me across the swells of her palm towards her towering face. My body swung wildly as I was effortlessly lifted up into the air. I dangled awkwardly from the flap of cloth still attached to me that had been caught carefully between her clasped nail tips. I hung in front of her vast mouth like a toy and I watched as it curled into a smile.

With a painful gulp I tried to look at my mother's face. Even though I knew this particular face quite intimately, I was so small that I couldn't comprehend all of it at once. She was like looking at a huge sculpture, a face the size of something from a movie screen, but in three dimensions. The sheen of oil, the glint of tiny hairs in the light, the slight smell of her makeup. This was real and I was utterly overwhelmed. I was not much more than a bug compared to her now, thanks to her fumbling with the controls the shrink device.

My mother was looking me over as well, like some sort of a strange dangle earring she had found on the floor. “Honestly, I really like you like this, Steve!” the force of her voice caused my vision to blur as my eyeballs were vibrated in their sockets. The vast lips twitched into a fleeting smirk before puckering into an 'O'. The colossal woman gently blew on me and I twisted in the hot stream of her breath.

The hurricane-like breath forced it's way through the weave of my jumpsuit and flooded my skin with heat. I suddenly realized that my cock was growing hard and I grimaced, shutting my eyes tightly. I mumbled in panic as I slowly spun in front of the giant puckered lips, “Oh god! Don't- Don't do that! Please don't- Don't look at me! Don't see it! Just don't see my-”

There was a loud ripping sound. The flap of cloth had torn! I plummeted, thrashing wildly back to the humid, living landscape of her cupped hand. I hit hard enough to make me see stars and my tumbling was halted by one of the large creases that ran across her palm. The wind had been completely knocked out of me.

“Oh shit!” the goddess thundered, the force of her normal voice directed into her palm stung my skin. I rolled slowly onto my side as my vision swam murkily. I watched as the delicate shred of cloth fluttered down. To add insult to injury, it landed on me as I struggled to get in enough air.

“Are you alright, Steve? Steven!?”

My mother's overwhelming face came in very close over her palm, just beyond the monstrous, hovering fingers of her other hand. It was so close that I could not see it entirely. Her hot breath repeatedly blasted across me from her immense nose. My scalp tickled with panic as I watched her colossal index finger of her other hand lower. The digit hung above me, strangely ominous because of how surreal and out of place (and scale) it was. The huge finger tilted downwards and I wanted nothing more than to recoil from it as it lowered over me. I struggled weakly and utterly failed to get to my feet as she brought the edge of it's immense fingernail to bear onto my tiny form. There was nothing at all that I could do, I was still stunned from my fall and struggling pitifully to regain my breath. For the moment, I was at her mercy.

“Don't touch me!” I whispered hoarsely, “Don't-”

The tip of her fingernail stroked across both soles of my bare feet at once. “Oh god- you didn't get hurt, did you?” she thundered. “Steve? Answer me! Even if it's one of your tiny peeps I'll know that- Oh baby, I'm so sorry but I need to know you're alright. Let me just...”

I trembled in fear as her giant digit prodded at my body. The thick edge of her giant fingernail brushed gently against my stomach as she frowned. I prayed that she wouldn't notice my still present boner as it slid lightly across my ripped jumpsuit, then over my crotch and thighs. I realized something horrifying yet stupidly obvious that moment, I was merely a soft, fragile little thing. My tiny skeleton and flesh complied completely to the movements and pressure applied to me by the edge of her fingernail. I grew even harder and frowned in disgust. After only a few seconds her fingertip reared back so that she could look me over in an unobstructed manner.

“No blood. I don't see anything obviously broken. Hmm.”

The mighty fingertip carefully lowered again. The hard edge of it's nail pressed across my entire chest. I was effortlessly pinned to her palm like a bug. She stared at me with a worried expression as I strained to breathe.

I gazed straight up the great length of her gargantuan, dominating index finger and into her concerned face. It took a moment for me to overcome my terror and realize what she was really doing. My fall was quite a drop for me at this size and she was trying to quickly examine me for injuries the only way that she could- she was a nurse, after all. The giant digit gently nudged my frightened, gasping form with a slight push of her nail. The vast goddess apparently thought better of it and her finger retreated upward again. I quivered, utterly violated and pulled my knees up to my stomach.

“Oh, you're moving- what a relief! Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

I knew that she would continue to examine me if I didn't respond to her question. I forced myself to hold aloft my arm and give her a thumbs up sign as I caught my breath. She smiled with relief.

“That's wonderful! Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry about that! That was so stupid of me! Are you sure you're fine?”

I raised my arm again and nodded as exaggeratedly as I could, hoping she could see.

“Oh good! We were very lucky then.” She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as her eyes glanced around the room. “Well, I'm done in here and if you're okay then... Well, I think we should go back to the living room now, alright? Hmm, I really don't think that you should be crawling around in my hand as I walk. So...”

She was smiling with relief as her giant digit lifted upwards until it was horizontal and it's pad lowered over my tiny body like she was slowly pushing a button. I was small enough that I could lay on that vast fingertip. My height was perhaps only a bit more than the length of the colossal pad, from it's tip to where it ended at the last knuckle of her index finger.

“Oh God, no!” I choked out and then my voice cracked as I shrieked, “don't squish me, Mom! Please don't-”

The vast being continued, despite my outburst. “Oh, hush now! I just don't want to accidentally drop you. You know, it's a very dangerous world for teeny tiny dolls like you,” she thundered affectionately with a pout. “So, let's keep you safe and secure.”

“You're going to-”

“Besides, I know exactly what you like, don't I? It can be a little treat for you, Steven! So, just relax. Try to enjoy being underneath one of my pretty fingers. Are you excited? Perhaps even a little bit scared? That's perfectly fine- but, I hope that you know by now I'll be incredibly gentle with you.”

My mother grinned right before her gargantuan index fingertip obstructed the sight of her face. I turned my head to the side as it came on. The pad of it covered me entirely, but was barely touching me. I tried to remain calm but everything was too much for me. I began to scream hysterically, punching and kicking the damp flesh which threatened to turn me into a juicy stain.

A sudden and brutal thunder hammered my eardrums. It was a chuckle. She was laughing because she could feel me struggling. This realization made my cock harden up even more and I groaned in disgust.

“Such soft tickles! But, I need to keep you still, don't I? Well then, safety first.”

The flesh touching me lowered further, hampering my tiny limbs at first as I shrieked. The circle of light I lay within dimmed as I became completely immobilized beneath the great bulk of her fingertip. I found myself entirely trapped, crushed in place against it's horribly ridged and mercilessly dense flesh. I wanted to push back. I wanted to scream. I could do nothing at all besides tremble as my tiny body was flooded with excess heat. I felt like I had been imprisoned underneath some cheap plastic swimming pool filled with tons of hot syrup.

12. Walk by V11

She began to walk once again as I tried to struggle against the couch-sized fingertip covering me. Her thunderous voice was muted, yet understandable over the ominous booming of her footsteps. My bones creaked from the immense weight bearing down on me.

“I decided to bring you with me while I went to get my cuticle oil and some nail files. I didn't want you to be all alone on that cold coffee table with just the champagne. Well, I grabbed some disposable nail files that were in my case but I can't seem to find my oil.”

My mother was talking as if she were catching me up on the unremarkable struggles of her afternoon. It was as if to her this situation was agreeable or at least consistent with reality- as if pinning her own bug-sized son against the palm of her hand with a fingertip was somehow routine.

“Maybe Kathy used the last of my oil when she was over yesterday and didn't tell me? Or maybe I ran out again and just forgot? That really isn't like me. Though, I do always go through it so fast since I always like to have my cuticles just right. I guess I'll have to get Kathy to charge my account and just bring over some more from her shop. Hopefully she has the big bottles of the brand that I use finally back in stock now.”

I felt my stomach flutter as her palm and I dropped hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. I could hear the couch groan under her weight. I was suddenly in the blinding light once again as the pad of my mother's finger began to lift. I stuck to it for a second and then peeled free, landing on my side.

The colossal index finger still hovered low over me. I didn’t dare move from where I had fallen. I was quite concerned that if I moved too much she would bring her finger down onto me again.

The absurdity of this situation- of what just went through my mind. All of it...

I frowned as tears filled my eyes.

These were the concerns of a bug, not a person. These were certainly not the considerations that a son might have towards his own mother. On Mother’s Day no less.

I glanced up at her for just a moment...

Past that strangely impeccable index finger which floated there like a piece of heavy machinery my mother’s face seemed happy. Though her expression was somewhat difficult to infer, given that her countenance towered upwards, quite foreshortened by my position below it in her palm. Her sheer scale caused me to look away to avert a rising wave of panic.

“Well, I give up then, Steve- no oil for today, unfortunately. You know, that shrink gun is not using percentages, obviously. I don't know what sort of scheme they came up with for it, but it isn't user-friendly at all.”

Her vast face smiled as the incredible finger curled and came down next to me. The tip of her colossal fingernail collided with my body and I groaned as it effortlessly nudged me onto my back before finally leaving.

I didn't want to look at my mother again, but I forced myself to. To really look. I almost couldn't bear seeing her like this- no longer just a giantess, she was now a goddess as large as a skyscraper. The cleavage of her monumental breasts ended level with the heel of the palm that I sat in. Her upper chest gleamed in the light like a smooth, lightly tanned cliff face in front of me. That wide expanse was capped by the gentle and brief swells of her collarbones. Above them was the high living tower of her mighty neck which supported her tremendous face.

That face.

I had been witness to the slow but inevitable transformation of my mother from a thoughtful, sweet woman to an assertive, mighty being. Perhaps if someone came to the door at this moment they might only interact with the old Julie, the everyday Julie, the petite Julie. A fastidiously groomed and attractive middle-aged woman who was actually rather shy. But, that person who had been my own mother was hopelessly inaccessible to me. The version of Julie that I was forced to contend with was an all-powerful, frightfully colossal and unstoppable divinity. A being whose mere physical presence made me tremble in fear.

She was marvelous and awful for me to gaze upon. What had she already done to me? It was too much for me to even consider, because I was not safe here, resting in my own mother's hand. What was she going to do to me? Thinking of my immediate future was like peering off of a ledge into a black abyss. I wanted to hide so badly, but I could do nothing other than kneel with my arms hugging my own chest.

The vast goddess in front of me suddenly winced, making an annoyed, painful face, “Oh! Ouch! What the hell!”

My mother's massive head moved, pulling back slightly as she frowned. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes gazed instinctively straight upwards. Something was obviously disturbing one of her eyes.

“Ahh! I've got a loose lash or something in my eye!”

A frighteningly large hand surged up from below. I immediately tensed, instinctively moaning with dread, like a field mouse reacting to a hawk. I watched as the pad of her index finger delicately fussed with whatever was irritating her eye while the hand I lay in absentmindedly meandered back and forth in front of her chest.

My pulse quickened... For a moment because of the angle, my mother looked just like she had earlier today, when I had first come over to her house. A troubled knot tried to form in my stomach. I knew that this was a trick of perspective, of context. Because of the distances involved, because it was merely her own finger caressing the corner of her own eye. But the truth was that eye was larger than I was, because I knew that her index finger...

My hair felt like it stood up on my neck as I watched her pretty digit carefully probe the corner of her eye. There was no mistake about it, before me was a truly immense being. I felt a horrible dread wash over me. I was absolutely terrified of her and the panic that I felt could not be overcome.

She had covered up my entire body with just- Because in comparison, her eye was- Because her scary fucking fingers were-

I was just a bug. A helpless, captive bug. My scalp itched fiercely and I shivered horribly.

She wanted me to- to massage her- What would my mother's feet be like at this size?

As I grimly frowned, thinking about my predicament I stared in horror at the relaxed, mighty thumb of the hand that was tending to her watering eye. It was so huge and utterly intimidating whenever it had been close to me, panic inducing really because it was merely one of her thumbs, but logically I knew that it wasn't that big- wasn't as big as...

My scalp tingled fiercely and a panicked realization swept through my body.

Oh god! Those toes of hers- those meaty and slightly over sized...

I was peering off of a ledge into the incomprehensible darkness...

I frowned and sniffled loudly with a shudder as tears coursed down my cheeks. No, I truly was not safe. I was so tiny and defenseless now! The goddess made a relieved coo and spent a moment blinking rapidly, her eyes glassy with tears. Then, she was looking down at me and I felt ill knowing that I was now the focus of her attention once again.

“I think I got it. Oh, that's so much better now. Steve? Goodness, you're not cold, are you?” my mother thundered as I shivered fearfully in her palm. “No, I guess you wouldn't be, surrounded by all of my warm skin. No, I actually think what I'm seeing is just fright. Well, you'll have to come to grips with that. Because you're soon going to experience crawling around on my feet once again. I still intend to have my Mother's Day treat.”

The goddess sipped her champagne as she looked down on me in her palm. This was my chance, my time to make her understand, if I could.

“Please mother!” I shouted. “Listen to me! You have to change me back!”

She was looking right at me and yet it seemed as if she didn't hear me at all, didn't see me cup my hands to my mouth as I shouted. Instead, her smile grew even larger, evidently because of my tiny movements.

“Oh, God. Don't look at me like that! You've got to listen!” She chuckled and set down her champagne.

“I can't help it. You're just so cute like this. Just look at that serious little face!”

An immense hand returned to float just above me. “Listen to me! Please! No! Don't touch me!” I was effortlessly knocked onto my back by a nudge of an intruding, lowering digit.

I watched as a stray eyelash detached from the ridged, gleaming pad of her monstrous index finger. It landed on her palm next to me with a muted thump. It was the size of a walking stick to me, bowed like a dinosaur's rib and darkly lustrous. The sight of it made my stomach ache with a strange panic, like discovering some grotesque and unknown thing that had washed up on a beach.

I immediately hoped I would never experience any more over-sized curiosities of my giant parent's biology. But, I knew that this was a stupidly naive wish- this was a living nightmare, after all.

“You're just so wonderfully tiny!” she rumbled above me with a grin.

My head and shoulders were lightly pinned beneath the pad of her unstoppable fingertip. The bulging wall of ridged flesh delicately ran across my tiny face and chest as I wailed in terror.

“And more delightful little squeaks too,” she thundered affectionately. A sweet champagne-scented wind rolled across my body as her fingertip lifted free of my head.

I suddenly became aware of the eyelash on her palm next to me. It had become partially adhered by it's natural oils to my forearm. I blindly took hold of it as the colossal fingertip lowered onto my tiny form again.

The mighty digit softly stroked my entire body beneath of it like a newborn mouse. The breath was repeatedly forced from me and I could feel my tiny rib cage ache from the gentle onslaught of her powerful fingertip. My mother was lost in the action, a small smile on her vast face. As the torn edges of my jumpsuit were slowly rolled away with each petting stroke of her dense flesh, more of the front of my torso was exposed.

The couch creaked ominously as her frightening countenance lowered over me. The giant digit brushed my bare chest with the edge of it's nail.

“Such a big tear. It's a shame, really. I guess I'm just clumsy, Steve. I just don't know my own strength,” my mother giggled softly, “It's a good thing that you want me to touch you, isn't it? Otherwise I might feel like I'm taking advantage of your itty-bitty body. But you don't mind at all, do you? That's good because I really liked it when you were squirming. I'm really enjoying being your Finger Goddess, you know. I think that it suits me. I'm quite good at it, aren't I?”

“You crazy, selfish fucking-”

I tried to ward her off with the eyelash, but the pad of her index finger lowered onto me again. The air was squeezed entirely from my lungs and then my chest ached from the weight loading steadily onto it. Her digit pressed itself slowly onto my entire tiny form. My ears popped as I became sealed in her hot skin. My arms and legs twitched ineffectually as I panicked. A muted, distorted thunder boomed through her flesh, it was just pleasant, relaxed laughter. Was she about to crush me?

The fingertip slid across me with an especially aggressive, very slow stroke. I screamed into the slowly moving flesh as my face felt like it was about to be ripped away. I could hear and feel the fabric of my jumpsuit tearing even more. It was peeled away from me by the ridged corrugations of her fingerprint, forcefully dragging it free like a rotten onion skin. As her digit lifted I could tell by her confident smirk that she had done it on purpose.

I panted, trying to regain my breath as the cool, wonderful air washed over me. Those brilliant green eyes studied my tiny form, flitting subtly to and fro. She smirked slightly with some private thought to herself and her mighty digit returned, the edge of her long, bowed nail stroking across my chest. She forced the air from me as her fingernail scraped slowly down my stomach with an almost surgical precision.

“Oh fuck!” I choked, “Please just leave me- Aargh!”

My tiny limbs contorted like a straining, capsized insect trying to right itself. I felt another tug as the suit tore even further.

“Oh dear! I just made the tear much worse, didn't I? That's completely useless now, isn't it, Steve?”

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” I whispered as I gulped in fresh air. “You're insane!”

“Well, it was a dapper suit while it lasted.” My mother gave me a strange smile and she puckered, blowing gently on me. “Perhaps we should get those rags off of you?”

Her intimidating thumb and index finger lowered over me in a wide pinch. My point of view was very much that of a zit which had irked my mother. My entire world had become a pair of her monstrous digits glittering with their own oils and scant moisture, backed by her concentrating face which hovered like a nightmarish, animated ceiling above me. There was absolutely no escape available.

“Oh god! Please don't! Please! Leave me alone! You're going to squish me! You're going to squish me! You're going to...”

“It looks like- Hmm. I'm just going to have to use my nails. But, well, I suppose that you'll really appreciate that- right? Well, now I don't feel so bad about it.”

I was quaking as the colossal fingertips continued to lower, bringing to bear on my helpless form the tips of her fingernails. I wildly swung the eyelash at the monstrous forms threatening me. The glossy lash contacted her long, curved thumbnail with satisfying cracks but she didn't even notice.

The cold, hard edges of her giant nails pressed against my chest and one thigh, pinning me directly beneath of them. I struggled desperately to beat the immense leathery forms off of me, but I suddenly lost the eyelash. It slipped free of my hands as I swung it, bouncing off of her colossal thumb's pad. The eyelash tumbled away, arcing off of her palm to be forever lost somewhere far below.

I thought for sure my tiny bones would break as the colossal fingernails slowly closed, the filed edges of them sliding across my torso. She was trying to carefully take hold of the edge of my jumpsuit's ragged opening between her nails but only briefly captured a tight roll of my flesh instead. Looking past the bulky digits at her face I felt terribly humbled and idiotic. I realized she didn't even notice that I had tried to fend her off with one of her own discarded eyelashes. Why would she? I was laughably pathetic. After all, the trauma she was putting me through was for her the equivalent of trying to delicately grab a bit of errant thread on a shirt cuff, or a button hole.

“Unfortunately, I just can't see well enough to do this. Well, that won't work at all then, will it? I'm not able to get at that little tear.”

“I don't want to be naked! Oh god, just leave me alone!”

“Oh shush! Such a desperate sounding little squeak! You love my fingers, remember?”

The hulking fingertips lifted slightly and changed their angle. The cold nails pushed the wind from me and slowly closed against my stomach like some gigantic toothless monster toying with the notion of tearing out my guts. I was trembling, deeply frightened.

“I can't grab the cloth. That little jumpsuit is still just too tight on you. Well, I guess the lazy approach isn't working,” she huffed with frustration, “sorry, Steve.”

Her fingertip tapped deafeningly against the dense flesh in front of me. It sent violent jolts racing through the immense musculature beneath me like shock waves as gusts of wind generated from it's great bulk hit me in the face.

“Sit up. I'm going to pick you up.”

“I can't. I just-”

The beautiful, four foot diameter fingertip ominously glided in at me and my tiny legs were impatiently jostled by her long nail prodding gently underneath of them.

“Come on now. Sit up, Steve.”

I scrambled awkwardly up onto my knees and held up my arms, trying to get her to stop and try to find a way to hear me.

“There now. You're such a good little dolly, aren't you? I bet you'll just love this next part.”

My blood chilled as I watched my mother's gigantic face smile from beyond the oncoming, pinching digits. It was obvious to me that she was relishing how I cringed when confronted by her encroaching fingertips. The pads of her thumb and index finger gracefully closed on me, like she was picking up a confection that she was anticipating enjoying. The air was driven out of my lungs and saliva inadvertently shot from my mouth as the hot, densely fleshy pads crushed against me. She chuckled and then leaned back into the couch. Wind roared in my tiny ears as I was brought even closer to her. I could barely breath, the ridged monstrosities had trapped me in place between them. I hovered in front of her frightening face, only my head and tiny arms were free of her pinch. I was forced to watch while my mother sipped her champagne slowly, savoring it as she smirked at me silently.

13. Strip by V11

“Put me down! This is all a mistake! I didn't know! I had no idea that you- that you were some kind of a freak! Please, just change me back! I'll forgive you! I swear that I'll forgive you!”

I tried to struggle between the pads of her titanic fingertips but it was useless. I pushed with all of my strength against the firm corrugated flesh, fighting to ease the ache in my ribs. She was watching me as she drank her bubbly. I could see the fierce amusement in her eyes as she seemed to truly enjoy hearing my tiny protests and the feel of my tiny hands beating on the vast circumference of her thumb tip.

With a sigh she finally set down her glass. “I think we should get started with our festivities, don't you? But, before anything else, let's try one more time to take care of that tattered little suit of yours. It's just in the way, Steve. I really want this to be skin on skin contact from now on- wouldn't that be nice?”

My mother squinted as I was brought closer to her intimidating eyes. Her other hand approached, her beautiful fingers in a pinching posture. I could not keep from trembling as my mother's fingernails threatened to snap my arm or crush my pitiful head as they circled me. She finally decided to try one of my shoulders and somehow managed to delicately take hold of my jumpsuit there. Part of my field of view was temporarily blocked off by a huge, curved index fingernail as they closed.

“Oh look! I've finally got some of it! Now then...”

Effortlessly a sleeve was ripped from me. I knew that I was in shock, idiotic sounds tumbled from my mouth. My mother was going to strip me, delicately tearing the clothing from my body in shreds. For her it was merely like plucking petals from a flower.

“God, that was so easy to tear away. Oh hush! There is absolutely no reason to get so upset, you're perfectly fine. You are a very lucky young man, Steve. Most mothers would disown their sons after finding out that they harbored a perverted desire to become their tiny toy.”

Her giant eyes regarded the tiny sleeve clasped between the edges of her fingernails with amusement before allowing it to flutter down to land somewhere past her immense lap. “I guess this will be no surprise to you- I have a certain fascination with tiny people. But, I've always kept it to myself, my entire life. So this is an absolutely amazing present- for both of us.”

The giant pinching digits were back, almost colliding with my tiny trapped form. I withdrew a twig-like arm as her huge nails closed, capturing a wrinkle of fabric between them. Some more was pulled free with a ripping sound and she smiled at my tiny screams.

“It's like wet tissue paper, isn't it? It's just too bad that I can't get to all of it with you being held like that. Everything seems fine, but then when I try and actually do something, my own fingers always end up in the way too much for me to see well enough. I have to be so careful with you, Steve. A mistake would be disastrous. Hmm. I hate to bring up the obvious, but... I could try and handle you between my nails again, except... Well, you do seem to be very resilient. In any case, I bet you'd really like that, wouldn't you? Oh, maybe not, huh? That might be really uncomfortable for you. But... well honestly- let's just try it. I'll be extra gentle with you and you'll be fine. It isn't like I really have much of a choice.”

“Please don't do this! You're going to crush me! Please don't kill me! Please do-”

“Okay... Okay- I think I've decided, I know exactly how I'm going to do this. Bear with me, Steve. I need to rearrange you a bit.”

The hand trapping me rotated until I lay horizontal across the vast pad of her thumb. The index fingertip carefully lifted away and curled down over me. As I gibbered in terror the fingertip lowered slowly over me. The nail's cold, hard tip carefully pressed against my fragile body from chest to upper thighs and it kept me in place against the ridged flesh of her thumb pad.

“Do I even need to say it? This is very precarious, so you better hold still. I'd hate to accidentally drop you.”

My colossal parent's other thumb and index finger swept in at me and I began to cry out in panic.

“Please don't do this to me! Oh please please please! Oh fuck- you're going to break my bones! I'm so fucking tiny! Stop!”

She wore a look of serious concentration as her digits found the right angle to grasp me through hesitant trial and error. Then the goddess was smiling as the tips of her tremendous fingernails slid in against my naked body rocking me slightly like carefully controlled forklift forks might. The cold, smooth structures sent shivers through my skin. The tips of her nails delicately pinched against the entire length of my fragile little torso with a distinctly ladylike grace as if I were a piece of lint she had found on her clothing. As the hard keratin closed in against me from each side, I waited to hear a deafening crunch. I waited to feel my insides violently ejected from my crushed and suddenly breached thoracic cavity, but it never came.

“Ah! There,” she whispered, “I've got you!”

I was slowly lifted free of the custody of her other digits. Despite how careful she had been, this was really more like being plucked up by the steel claws of a junkyard crane. I squirmed in agony, caught helplessly between the blunt tips of my mother's nicely tended fingernails like a mealworm as she brought me up to hover up in front of her huge, triumphant face. I could not help but to cry out as I desperately pushed and then resorted to finally just slapping my palms against her closest fingernail. I was brought in closer to those immense, excitedly shining green eyes as she mutely observed my struggles.

Despite it all, somehow my penis was rock hard.

My mind could barely handle the predicament I was in. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be a helpless and fragile living trinket for my own mother's amusement. She was a stomach-churning nightmare to me. She was mostly those immense, terrifying fingers that I could not resist or escape. Powerful, unstoppable digits which insisted on touching and physically manipulating me. The worst part was that my pitiful suffering was supervised and approved of by her monstrous, relaxed face. A face that did not react at all appropriately to the terrible physical hardships that she was inflicting upon me.

I had only wanted to make a nice video. I only wanted-

My mother's colossal digits tilted back and forth as she looked me over with an amused smirk. The relatively thick keratin edges sunk into my delicate flesh as my own body weight was cruelly shifted. It felt like my bones were being bruised. The pain of being held between her nail's tips forced me to ease myself into a particularly awkward pose out of necessity. Thankfully, her nails were never kept at an unmanageable length, so I managed to leverage one foot onto the ridged curve of her enormous index finger. That was enough relief for me to think straight and to soberly take in where I was and the terrible repercussions from everything that had taken place in the last few hours.

The way she was looking at me made me want to tremble. The only way this could possibly be any worse for me would be if my mother were to delight in carefully ripping each of my tiny limbs off one by one, or to outright crush me... or perhaps to even eat me. Ever since I had been shrunk and had completed my harebrained scheme she had afforded no dignity at all to me- there was no respect for my wishes and simply put, I no longer held status to her as a human being. Whatever perverse sexual compulsion fueled that hungry and fierce glint in her eyes required that I be kept helpless and terrified of her overwhelming presence and the trivial, playful cruelties that she subjected me to.

The disturbingly fresh looking digits gripping me squeezed slightly and I felt a bit of urine forced from my erect penis mostly dribble away into the air but then she tilted me and a bit of it ran backwards through my pubic hair and down my leg. I could not help but to scream dreadfully as I stared into her immense, pleased face towering just out in front of my monstrous perch.

“Oh, there is no reason to make such a fuss!” Her words caused me to grimace as I narrowed my eyes to slits. The sound waves slapped and danced against the front of my entire body.

“I can tell that you're obviously fine being held like this! I'm just undressing you, my little doll. Well, more peeling you like a tiny boiled egg, but still. Regardless, this is the price you're going to have to pay for the honor of being so teeny tiny around me, Steve. It's a bit uncomfortable for you, I know. But, I'm sure that you'll soon get used to it. How else could I handle you with confidence and safety at such a small size? This is certainly by far the easiest way. Now then...”

The goddess squinted, her eyes looming in even closer as she focused on my tiny form. She chuckled to herself as the thumb and index fingers of her other hand came in close to me. The tips of the giant nails carefully pinched at the tattered rags hanging from my wriggling body.

“This is so much better for me! Much more of your cute little body is accessible like this. It looks like I can just get hold of- Oh, there we go!”

More of the jumpsuit was carefully torn from me. Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Oh, Steve! You're even wearing teeny-tiny boxer shorts!” A thunderous giggle made my teeth rattle. “I don't know why that is even surprising to me, but...”

The fingertips holding me touched down onto the palm of her other hand. For a moment I was more or less standing on my own two feet, but it was because my torso remained delicately trapped in the gigantic vice of her nail's tips. The digits pulled slightly away from each other and I helplessly collapsed onto the hot skin. The huge pinching fingertips lifted and hung there, looming over me expectantly. I held up my arms to ward her off as I groaned, the throbbing ache in my ribs and chest was almost unbearable to me.

“You know, I think that I might want to keep these as a souvenir! So, let's just see if I can get them off of you while keeping them intact.”

“Oh fuck. I'm just a- I'm just a toy.”

The goddess winked at me cheerfully as her terrifying fingers lowered over me again, ready to use her nails like tweezers. I wondered momentarily if she was simply going to pinch me into little pieces. For a moment a terrible vision of that filled my mind. Blood and wet chunks of gore coloring just the edges of the tastefully long nails that belonged to her elegant thumb and index fingers.

As I gasped for air I tried to reason with her, “Stop. You're going... to... kill me. You're- Oh no! Please, no more!”

As I tried to sit up, her bowed index fingernail nudged me in the chest, forcing me back down again. She cruelly pinned me there beneath the edge of it. It rested across the length of my tiny torso. I was being effortlessly held down like a bug and I moaned in shock.

“Ah ah ah! Just lay still, mister! I know full well that you could take these off, of course, but where is the fun in that for either of us? Hmm? Now then...”

Her finger lifted free of me and then the edges of her thumb and index fingernails collided with my hips and closed unsuccessfully. She repeatedly tried to catch hold of my underwear as I wept in a panic. Her looming thumb and index fingertips subjected me to a slow motion yet savage assault that I could only impotently react to but never prevent nor fight back against. Portions of my upper thighs were mistakenly squeezed several times between the blunt edges assaulting me. I was sometimes inadvertently slid back and forth across the seamed flesh that I lay on, my body pushed by the tips of her eager nails. She was so slow and gentle that no physical harm was done to me.

“This again. You're so tiny... I just can't see where I should...”

My undergarment was finally gripped securely and I could only babble pitifully as the waistband was stretched away from me to the point that it's elastic failed. I could see her vast face just beyond the huge index finger's second knuckle and it lit up with a smile, “Oh! I've finally got them! Now, I need to be extra careful if I want my souvenir in one piece. Hmm, maybe I could get them encased in plastic? You know, like in the center of a little plastic jewel? Then I could use it as a pendant for a necklace. No! A ring! Oh, that's perfect! After all, you just love my pretty fingers, don't you? That is going to be so adorable! Well, first things first.”

The wind was knocked out of me as my underwear was jerked down to my knees. Both of my tiny legs were dragged upwards and I was lifted off of her palm, upside down. I swung there for a moment and with a final painful jolt my boxers were off. I landed in an awkward pile and my shorts fluttered down next to me. I was trembling in shock and I curled up as I whimpered. A blast of hot breath gusted across the swells and creases of her palm.

My mother's satisfied face retreated upwards. A middle finger intruded, pressing down right next to me onto my discarded boxer shorts. The pad of her colossal fingertip bulged slightly as it settled against her palm. This was incredibly intimidating to me and I felt myself grit my teeth reflexively. The hand rotated, palm up, and her gigantic, upturned finger hovered there for a moment as she showed off my underwear to me.

“There, I got them! See? I guess it's good that they're still sticky from your little accident earlier.”

Staring at my underwear small as a crumb and clinging to the pad of her digit caused me to moan in terrible grief. It was one thing to be witness to her enormity firsthand, but another thing entirely to see something else that was my scale in comparison to her. The stretched out underclothing had adhered to her fingertip, looking almost exactly like a stray bit of toilet paper.

My mother raised her perfect finger up in front of her face. Her eyes almost crossed as she focused on the garment, “Oh, they're just so cute! Don't let me forget where I'm leaving them, Steve, okay?” She leaned forward and used her thumbnail to scrape my boxers off her fingertip. They fluttered down onto the coffee table like a bit of fuzz she had found on her vest.

“Now then, if I found your boxer shorts to be so adorable... Well, what were they concealing? Hmm?” Her giant face lowered again, directly over the palm which held me. I clamped my hands protectively over my crotch as I lay there. I was forced to cope with her vast, amused face that blew gusts of hot breath over my shivering form as she stared at my nakedness.

“Aww, are you being shy now?”

“Please don't- You can't do this, it's-”

“Let's just see what you're hiding there.”

She was smirking as a huge finger glided over me. My arms were gently pushed away from my crotch with a tiny movement. I managed to scramble backwards across her palm and she looked mildly exasperated. I stood up into a tall crouch and covered myself again. The immense goddess narrowed her eyes angrily.

“You can be so difficult sometimes. But, you're my teeny tiny doll now, aren't you?”

The intruding index finger swept upwards slightly and into me. A gentle and subtle movement, but I was struck by it’s giant, bowed fingernail straight on, from hips to head. I was tossed backward by the immense power of her slow motion nudge.

“You're going to eventually learn to behave for me, Steve,” she rumbled ominously.

The wind had been knocked from me but I was determined. I held my bruised shoulder as I kicked at her monstrous finger. The digit overruled my struggles as it rolled me squarely onto my back. Her finger lifted away to reposition itself before curling downward over me menacingly. The long fingernail carefully slid between my legs below my knees. She effortlessly forced my tiny legs apart as her nail ran up my thighs.

My mother's eyes became huge in wonder and her lower lip trembled. “Oh! It's just so tiny, Steve, I can't believe it!” My ears rang from her outburst so close and loud to my tiny form.

The grinning goddess effortlessly knocked my arms away with a tiny movement as I tried desperately to cover myself once again. She chuckled deafeningly as her mammoth index fingertip looming over me began to delicately explore. I screamed for all I was worth as my tiny cock was gently pressed against my stomach by the edge of her investigating nail.

“Look at that! Aww! It's unbelievably cute!”

Her eyes were shining with joy as her fingernail fondled my junk experimentally. Her nail's blunt edge slowly and delicately ran down it’s pitiful length. As I helplessly watched, I realized that my pitifully tiny cock’s circumference almost matched the thickness of the keratin making up her fingernail. The vast face floating just beyond her palm was smiling and she cooed happily to herself. The heat from my mother's breath washed over me and the vibrations of her powerful voice caused my chest to ache.

A flash of an image flitted across my mind for just an instant before it was gone as I lay there, but I caught the gist of it...

In my mind’s eye had been an old movie poster...

It was one of those outlandish early American science fiction film posters of the monster either groping or looming over a knuckle biting, screaming and helpless beautiful maiden. But that howling starlet had been replaced by me- awkwardly naked, pale and sweaty with a little tummy paunch and a few bedraggled chest hairs not worthy or manly enough to even be photographed.

The poster’s looming monster? It was no longer a man in a dodgy rubber suit, but instead a nearly ordinary yet colossal feminine finger. Unlike myself, the digit actually was actually worthy of being immortalized in a piece of mass media, provided that someone specifically need a female finger that was maintained well enough that it could be filmed very closely by a camera and look pristine, perhaps for a commercial. However, one of my mother’s luxuriously pampered fingers simply wasn't at all appropriate as an incredible monster from a sci-fi poster. That made no sense at all- even if it happened to be 120 cm (4 feet) in diameter and 6.5 meters (21 feet) long to me.

Of course, that wasn't the entire monster threatening me- in the corner of this imaginary poster there was the monster’s face looming above the immediate danger, directing this unlikely threat from on high. My mother's smiling face obviously did not belong in such a poster, especially as a monster. Although, like her pleasant finger, it could quite easily be quite acceptable in another form of mass media: a vintage but very mundane commercial from the same Golden Age where such outlandish movie posters originally belonged. Her delighted face really belonged in something like a vintage breakfast commercial. It would have been quite appropriate on a mother who was serving the newest brand of butter-in-a-tub to her honest faced family gathered around the kitchen table. A table residing in the kitchen of their newly-bought house nestled in their wonderful, newly finished neighborhood from old, post-war America.

That was all a quite suitable context for my mother and her obsessively embellished anatomy. But no matter what, her cheerful face should never be five stories tall, like it was right then. Not to me. Not in any reality, real or imagined. It just wasn't right at all. She was so short... Such a little woman. It should never be... My mother shouldn't be so…

I tried not to choke as my eyes fluttered upwards and a defeated, soft whimper escaped me. I braced my palms against the hot, unyielding flesh I lay upon and forced myself to breathe more deliberately for my own good. My delicate little legs shifted against the humid ridges beneath of me as the poorly conceived cosmic monster harassed and stroked and awkwardly tried to rape my fragile privates.

Despite my predicament, after only a short time my cock began to grow hard again. What was wrong with me? Was it my own pathetic helplessness turning me on? Her incalculable size? Whatever it was, she had noticed the change.

“Ahh, so I was right about you, wasn't I? You really do like being my toy. Such a kinky little thing.”

I flinched as my cock was gently knocked back and forth by tiny movements of the colossal digit. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment. I was incredibly ashamed but I couldn't deny it, to myself or to her. I didn't understand why this was arousing to me. I didn't want this at all and it made me feel dirty. The distorted thunder of her chuckle caused my skin to tingle fiercely.

“I can see that tiny ashamed expression! Oh, you're little face is all red! I told you- there is no reason to be embarrassed about this around me- it will all stay our little secret! Besides, I'm really enjoying this.”

My penis was throbbing as that gigantic smirking mouth blew softly on me.

“Now, just relax, Steve. I want to play with your teeny-tiny cock a bit more- maybe even hold it, that's all.” Her vast thumb crowded in over me, joining her finger and they slowly lowered over my midsection in a pinch. The pair of looming digits almost obscured her face as they hung directly above my body. “I'll be really careful, I promise! Now just hold still!”

Just like with my underwear, the edges of my cruel mother's fingernails pressed against my stomach and thighs. They paused like that for a moment, their cool surfaces actually feeling nice on my overheated skin. They slowly slid across my body as they closed the gap between themselves. I was hyperventilating, but I didn't dare to fight back. I tried my utmost to remain still so I would not be grievously injured.

“That's it,” she whispered. “You're a good little doll, aren't you? Very brave.”

My colossal mother unconsciously held her breath as my genitals were gently isolated. My tiny hard cock and scrotum were delicately captured between the tips of her fingernails like a grain of rice. Her looming face was smiling, utterly enchanted as she cooed with a rumble.

My mind could no longer cope with the depraved sight laid out before my eyes. I was living within a feverish nightmare that I could not escape. My own mother had transformed me into a bug- her very own pet bug. Worse still, despite the vast size disparity between us, she delighted in carefully torturing my fragile, defenseless form. It was a cautious, slow motion savagery that I could not avoid nor stop.

I looked up, past the bulky, glittering curves of the immense fingertips dominating me and into her amused, calmly confident eyes. I could swear that she was staring right into my tiny face. I began hoarsely shrieking and my voice immediately gave out, becoming only an agitated, noisy hiss. Her sweet face transformed into a smirk as I violently trembled, my arms uselessly pushing against the tip of the huge index fingernail pressed into my crotch.

My privates were mercifully released and her index finger's nail gently stroked my pitifully tiny shaft. My little arms just could not keep the colossal digit from touching me no matter how hard I pushed against it. Her eyes were glittering.

“It's absolutely adorable!” she whispered, “But, Steve, I want to see it- Well, you know.”

I grew strangely calm and collapsed back onto the seamed flesh. I was wheezing like an old man. I briefly considered fighting her again, but I could no longer move. My limbs were just so heavy. I realized that I was in shock.

My mother's index finger was replaced by a huge pinky fingertip. She waggled it at me as she smiled, “Look who I found, Steve. Did you miss her?”

The pad of her little finger carefully lowered onto me, pushing the air from my lungs. It was slightly more manageable due to it's size. It was only perhaps a meter in diameter. I could wrap my arms widely around a portion of it rather than be entirely beneath of it like some terrible living boulder.

The goddess pouted and spoke in an affectionate, soothing voice to me, “I don't blame you for missing your little lover, she's so warm and soft.” I was trapped like an insect, effortlessly held in place against the skin of her palm from my neck down.

“There- finally some skin on skin contact. How does that feel to you, Steve? There is no reason for you to be ashamed about this, you know. We are well past that! Do you like my finger on you, hmm?”

I could only grimace helplessly as the heat from her digit filled my body. Her cheeks were bright red from the alcohol and her own arousal. The pad of her digit began to stroke in a tiny circle across the front of my limp form. It was like my cock was being assaulted by a leathery and ridged over-sized crude oil drum.

“Well, I honestly thought you'd be much more responsive than this. Perhaps you're just overwhelmed? I understand, it's alright. You know, technically, I think this is the first time I've ever been the one on top. So, just relax and let me do all of the work. Shh.”

The colossal goddess giggled in delight and softly began to hum as her finger explored my trembling body. She focused her attention on my cock again as her fingernail gently caressed it back into life. My body betrayed me once again. I weakly pushed at the gigantic finger as I moaned in revulsion. The digit slowly violating me responded, reaching out to dab it’s huge pad lightly against my exhausted face while my mother mocked me with quiet kissing noises.

14. Bug by V11

My tiny cock was jostled and lifted, being supported from beneath of it by the tip of her little finger's flawless nail. The goddess was smirking as she stared at it.

“I realize that you're very affectionate towards your little lover here. Although, I don’t understand quite why you haven’t shot your load yet? Am I just putting too much weight onto you? You know- this task probably requires a bit more care- and some precision.”

“Please leave me alone. Don't do that,” I hoarsely whispered. I knew immediately from the mischievous glint in her eyes that she was hinting at utilizing her frightening fingernails again on my cock.

“You are very teeny-tiny after all and I want my new dolly to cum for me. But, for something so incredibly tiny and sensitive, well... You know, my nails just aren't in tip-top shape right now. But, I can easily fix that.”

“Oh fuck... Please- You're fucking crazy!”

The cruel giantess chuckled softly as she gathered me up between her fingertips in a pinch. I descended quickly through the air in front of her mighty knees to be placed onto the coffee table. She gently laid me down next to the replica paint brush. I sat up and then it hit me- the dollhouse paint brush next to me was almost as large as I was- it would come up to my chest now if I laid down even with it.

With tears in my eyes I glanced over at a heap of four huge disposable nail files my mother's hand had swept over. They reminded me of the stout lumber used to make floor joists for houses. I watched in horrified wonder as her colossal fingers plucked up one of the files and effortlessly took it away up into the air. She began to expertly scrub her nails with it, her vast body overwhelming my vision.

“This should make all the difference for you, Steve. I need to take into account how sensitive your teeny-tiny cock naturally is, that's all. I would have done this earlier but it isn't like I knew in advance that today I would want to use my fingernails to... Well, it's been over a week since I've done anything to them with a file, which is very unusual for me. I usually touch them up every few days. I also did a few dishes this morning in the sink by hand without wearing my washing up gloves. That always seems to tear them up a bit. So, let's just make them nice for you. Nice and smooth edges... It's always the little things that make all the difference, isn't it? Especially today.”

She winked at me and chuckled under her breath.

“With that underhanded little stunt that you performed earlier today, you’ve reminded me to not neglect my nail routine. I guess that you really are the perfect little gift for me, then.”

I began to sob. This was all too much for me to handle. I felt like she was chattering away while sharpening an executioner's axe as I lay on a chopping block. I couldn't help myself. I stood up and bellowed obscenities up at her towering form.

“You crazy fucking bitch! I just want to be my normal size again! What is wrong with you? How are you fine with any of this?”

I was red faced and shaking as I shouted loud enough and long enough to thoroughly hurt my throat. I let my perverse mother have it as she smiled down on me. She wasn't completely oblivious to the intent of the accusations and insults I was hurling, watching with a patient amusement as I violently pumped my arms and paced. She seemed completely enchanted by my tiny, swaying form standing on the edge of the coffee table and apparently felt no compulsion to address my temper tantrum. I tired too quickly and I had to finally sit down when I became dizzy. I put my head in my hands and wept. I was too tired and too helpless to do much more than await my appalling fate.

“There we go,” she finally thundered, proudly examining her fingers, “I think you'll be pleased, my little dolly. My nails are now silky smooth!”

She leaned over me as a monstrous hand swept in. The nail file was deposited onto the table with a deafening clatter and the huge hand hung there as she smiled down on me. The beautiful fingers fluttered playfully, thunderously drumming their frightening nails briefly on the glossy surface. Then the fingertips themselves landed with a great tremor and they dragged their colossal pads lightly across the edge.

“They really need some oil, though, before they dry out. Kathy will bring some over if I just ask her to. I just can’t forget. You’ll remind me though, won’t you my nice little finger toy? Of course you will- every time I look at you I’ll get reminded.”

I looked on blankly as the humid trails left on the wood by the four foot diameter digits thinned and evaporated. I could be crushed, just like that, almost without effort. I shuddered as a vision flashed in my mind: something tiny and hidden underneath of one of her fingertips collapsing with a vile crunch while dark blood and viscera shot out from beneath of her pleasant digit like ketchup from a burst packet.

A huge index finger lifted and came closer, landing with a deep thud and a quake directly in front of my sitting form. I couldn't help it, I immediately began to tremble as I whimpered softly- the little daydream (or day-mare, really) I just had was too close to what was going on right before my eyes. I watched in horror as the digit pressed lightly into the wood beneath of it, the shapely pad of it bulging as it pivoted slightly to the side. She was intentionally showing it off to me as she leered, towering over me.

“What do you think? Hmm?”

I wrapped my arms around my naked chest as I stood up. I wanted nothing more than to run. I was a slender little frail thing in comparison to any of her fingers. To me it seemed that my body shared much more in common with a day-old bean sprout than a plastic army man. I became surrounded by the lush envelope of body heat emanating from the tidy looking digit. My cock slowly lifted, becoming harder while I frowned. This had quickly become my standard reaction now whenever my mother's mighty digits were close, and they almost always were.

Why was I reacting like this? Even though they were very feminine and elegant, her fingers were huge, dangerous things that absolutely terrified me. From my tiny point of view they were ever present threats to me. But in reality, they were just unimportant bits of her, despite how much attention she lavished on them. It was only due to my tiny size that they had been transformed into living battering rams that completely ruled over my entire world. That silly nickname- “Finger Goddess” had actually been a very accurate statement that she had come up with for herself after all. That moniker described perfectly several tightly interrelated things about her all at once.

My penis was throbbing now. Oh god. Was she unwittingly reprogramming me?

“They're very smooth now,” the skyscraper sized woman whispered, and her colossal finger lifted, it's nail pressing gently right into the middle of my chest as I winced. The titanic digit adjusted and her fingernail found my tiny cock and stroked it from beneath for a moment before I pulled away. “Oh, don't be like that! I think you're going to like them- even if you're a bit cranky.”

The hand lifted off of the table and unfurled gracefully as I backpedaled with a horrified groan. I was gently engulfed from feet to shoulder between the dense pads of her thumb and forefinger and plucked up. She leaned back into the couch as I was laid onto her palm. Her mammoth digits lowered over me, obstructing my view of her lower face.

“Somewhere around here I know that I have one of those cheap plastic magnifying glasses in an emergency sewing kit. Hmm. They're actually completely useless though, aren't they? Oh well. I'll just have to be extra careful.” It was genuinely hurtful that she was so nonchalant about everything. The tips of her long nails pressed against my hips and began to slide shut.

My legs twitched of their own accord and I pushed my tiny hands against the two enormous nails in anxious panic.

“Oh god, please just-”

“Shh. Just hold still. I think that I can- Oh, it would be so cool if I could actually play with it. Just hold very still, Steve- let me at least try. I promise that I won't hurt you.”

My penis was once again carefully captured. That enormous and pleased face came in even closer, her eyes encompassing everything I could see beyond those bulky, alarmingly colossal fingertips that were torturing me. My cock slid slowly through the cold edges of her nails, and again it was gently captured, along with a scraggly bunch of my pubic hair. It felt like I was being slowly jacked off by a pair of square plastic trashcan lids, and I should have become immediately flaccid. However, the deranged, awful sight before me somehow kept me aroused.

“That's so much better for you, isn't it? Yes. I just have to be very deliberate with my movements. This isn’t nearly as easy as it was before I made you even smaller. But, it’s not so bad. To do this justice though, what I really need is one of those magnification visors, you know- the kind that jewelers use. This is such a cute little penis. It deserves to be treated with care.”

15. Discipline by V11

“You're fucking out of your mind!”

I slapped my hands against the bowed surfaces of her fingernails as they gently closed again and tugged on my cock.

She sighed and her digits lifted away slightly, the nail tips letting go of my privates, but the enormous pads of her fingers were still lightly touching one another in a loose pinch. “I know that you're probably really tired of hearing this from me, but you're absolutely adorable- even when you're so angry.”

She was smiling mischievously and then she squinted with a more serious look of concentration. Her wrist subtly moved, changing the angle of her mammoth index finger and thumb slightly. The tips of her nails swung slowly from my crotch towards my face.

“I still honestly can't believe it, my very own bug-person to do whatever I want with! Well, if I can be gentle enough to grab your tiny cock then it should be no problem for me to find and grab something else. Perhaps I can change your attitude a bit.”

The giant nails projecting from the swirled expanses of stout, rounded flesh were now hovering just above my shoulders. “What are you doing!? You're going to kill me!”

“Oh! I actually heard you! I just love those gentle little squeaks that you make. Such an angry looking face too. Don't move that teeny tiny head of yours too much or I might actually hurt you.”

I struggled awkwardly to get away as her huge fingernails came in even closer. Her fingers closed slowly and with great care as she smiled coldly down on me. The smoothly sanded nail tips pressed against the sides of my head, trapping my entire skull in a dainty pinch. She just kept me trapped like that. At first I just whined, my face smashed between the twin undersides of her nail's tips and the hair on top of my head caught in the great closed seam where the fleshy pads of her pinching fingertips met. It almost seemed as if I were being awkwardly intruded upon by the cold and weighty fiberglass backs of a pair of rounded, 1970s tulip-style chairs, but upside down and gravity defying. Then that fever-dream aspect gave way to panic and I could no longer handle what was happening to me. I howled and kicked, completely unable to free my tiny head. The goddess was quiet, smirking as she observed my tiny, terror filled face, my entire head not any larger than a whole peppercorn captured between her terrifying nails.

“It turns me on so much knowing how incredibly delicate you are, how fragile. Did you know that, Steve?”

My head was slowly pulled upwards off of her palm and my thrashing body followed. It became harder to breathe and I could no longer struggle as my own movements threatened to injure my neck. I babbled in panic, my voice high-pitched and cracking. My feet were no longer resting on the hot and ridged expanse of her cupped hand. I desperately grabbed hold of the thick edge of each enormous fingernail with a hand as I realized that I was dangling from her pinch like a perverse key fob decoration.

This was far worse than anything else she had done to me so far. The full extent of my helplessness was laid bear to me then. To be tiny and in her presence meant that I was not allowed even a fraction of the dignity afforded to a normal human being. My personal space, discomfort and especially sanity mattered very little, if at all. I was simply her toy, an unwilling victim subjugated completely by her impossible size and effortless, cruel might.

My skull was released and I fell back onto the firm, deeply seamed flesh. I moaned weakly as I clutched my head in my hands. Towering above me was my mother's mildly displeased face. This inescapable sight had a profound effect on me and I trembled as I stared into those huge green eyes. Her giant index finger's pad lightly stroked once across my entire body, deliberately tearing my arms away from protecting my throbbing skull. Her vast thumb fell into line with it and they reached down over me in a pinch as her eyes came in even closer, just behind her reaching digits.

“Let's get something straight- I'm not going to put up with your little tantrums any longer. I've gone to great pains to be gentle with you. So, I'll handle you using just my fingernails if I want to, my teeny tiny doll.”

Her eyes squinted slightly as the pretty digits loomed ominously over me. I didn't dare to fight back or oppose her. I was truly terrified of what she was capable of doing to me while annoyed. I was so incredibly fragile. I tried my very best to hold still no matter what she was going to subject me to.

“Did you finally discover that whatever strange fantasy you had about me just doesn't live up to the reality of it? Well, that's too bad, I happen to really enjoy handling you like this. It's a lot easier for me, and you simply don't have a say in it. So you better just suck it up because I'm not going to stop.”

I could no longer see anything else beyond her palm other than her colossal, carefully moving fingertips and those stern, bright eyes. None of what she did to me then actually required any sort of physical intervention on her part: she could have simply commanded me to change my position. Instead, she was proving a point to me. The irritated goddess used a pair of her healthy fingernails like immense tweezers on my sobbing form. She took her time as she carefully captured each of my delicately slender little limbs while I whimpered and tried to remain compliant. The goddess rearranged my limp body so that my tiny legs were spread wide open and my arms rested over my head. She was intentionally destroying the boundaries I had tried to impose and simultaneously breaking my will to resist her. But her actions also relentlessly robbed me of my sanity as she did so.

“See? That wasn't so bad, was it?” my vast mother whispered. She smoothly inhaled and then held her breath to steady her careful movements as she gazed down on me. Her colossal index finger came in and lightly touched the edge of it's nail against my tiny mouth for a moment as she smiled reassuringly. “Now you're finally behaving like a good little dolly. I want you to know that I really appreciate that. Now then...” I trembled, shivering from a toxic mix of terror and adrenaline.

The hand retreated and then turned towards her face. I watched in horror as the tip of my mother's tongue touched the end of her index finger's nail. It immediately reminded me of how people in old movies would wet a graphite pencil tip before they wrote down something. Why did people ever do that? The colossal hand returned, it's beautiful finger dipping down over my legs as she squinted once again in concentration.

“Goodness, it's such a hard little thing right now, isn't it? I was under the impression that you really hated being poked and prodded by me. Guess I was wrong, hmm? It's all red too. Don't worry, I'll be very gentle with it. I'm a natural at all of this, remember?” she whispered.

Her finger curled, bringing the fingertip and it's glistening nail much closer to me. I had to fight against my own body to keep still, but even then I could not keep my limbs from violently twitching. I was barely able to keep at bay my natural instinct to roll up into a ball or awkwardly claw my way out from beneath of the huge digit. My tiny hard cock was immediately glued to the saliva coating the tip her colossal fingernail. It was dragged slowly through it and then slid free as her digit raised. Again my genitals became plastered to the very tip of the massive keratin shield and a thunderous giggle deafened me. Those immense green eyes almost seemed to cross as they focused on it.

“Oh, such a pretty little penis. It's just so tiny, Steve. I absolutely love it!” she rumbled, causing my vision to blur in time with her hushed words.

She was smiling mischievously down on me as her looming fingertip slowly lifted and dropped a single millimeter repeatedly. It was a very deliberate motion on her part. The result of her subtle movement caused my tiny engorged cock to be pumped through the saliva clump and it slid against the smooth keratin of her nail.

“Oh shit- That’s- Fuck, that actually feels- How did you even-”

“Mmm, just look at that naked little body. I think I’ll just...”

The digit lifted up, adjusting itself and the edge of her nail affectionately grazed my chest. The bubbled clump of saliva covering it immediately spread out onto my skin. As the massive fingertip lifted away, I was dragged upwards with it. I cried out in surprise as I was forcefully lifted by the contact of my chest to her nail. My pectoral muscles were pitifully stuck by the surface tension of her saliva and they were being tugged against by my entire body weight as I was lifted. I floundered in the air as everything tilted wildly. With a wet splat, the entire upper half of my body became stuck to her nail, affixed to the bubble filled patch of transparent goo. I was lucky that my little skull stuck out just beyond the glistening froth. My saliva coated arms scrambled but could not find a handhold and my legs kicked uselessly as they dangled beyond the end of her fingernail.

“Oops! Oh, you poor little thing! What have I done?”

A thunderous laugh deafened me. It felt like a hammer against my skull and the little bones in my fingers and toes throbbed for a moment from the force of the sound waves. The index finger straightened and then her entire hand slowly lifted up to her eyes as if she were looking closely at a ring she had just put on.

The vast mouth was grinning with satisfaction as her incredible face gazed at my pitiful form. As I slowly slid down her slightly upturned nail, my legs were partially pulled up onto it as well by my own weight until almost all of me was plastered against the bowed, matte surface. I gritted my teeth and braced my closest hand against her fingertip's perfect cuticle to keep my face from slowly plowing into it.

“You're just adorable! Oh, I wish I hadn't left my phone in the other room- I really want to take a picture of you like this! And who knows, Steve- if I could have shared that picture online, it might have even made you famous- right? Isn’t that exactly the sort of thing you’re interested in right now, hmm? Oh no, that’s not it at all, is it? That was just the excuse you gave me, right? Something to get me in front of your camera.”

“I just- I just wanted to make a-” I babbled quietly, my eyes filling with tears of frustration, “I don’t want to be your finger t- I want to go home! I’m not a-”

I was in a living hell- I was not only utterly helpless but also naked, plastered to one of my own mother's fingernails like a bit of cooked onion. I feebly raised my head up and grimaced as I stared wide-eyed into her amused face. My anguished wail caused her to chuckle thunderously.

“Oh! Such a desperate little squeak! Aww, don't you like where you've ended up? What's wrong, Steve? I thought that you wanted to be tiny and up close with my fingers? Hmm? Well, I think that this is a very fitting place for you to be, given your rather curious interests. I'm quite enjoying being your Finger Goddess. I think that this is incredibly sexy!”

Despite my precarious position the thick saliva was quite adhesive and there was absolutely no danger of me coming off of her immense nail. I slowly curled into a fetal position and my movement displaced the saliva, causing it to well up over my legs. They became completely covered with it's dense, almost syrup-like froth. Curled and tucked up as I was, all of me fit onto the elegantly convex keratin shell. I blinked slowly, my mind had gone mercifully blank from the overwhelming distress of my predicament and her nonchalant teasing. That looming, delighted face blurred from my tears.

I was-

I was her-

She had made me into a-

The immense goddess smirked while she turned her index finger slowly back and forth in front of her eyes as she took in my pitiful form. Another long, tormented sound forced it's way out from my painfully tightened throat. That soft sound prompted her to bring me in incredibly close to her face, to the extent that I could no longer see the entirety of her nose.

The fingertip lifted up past the top of her cheek and I shuddered as an immense green eye confronted me. I realized that the disk of her black pupil was not smoothly rounded. Being so close I could see that the border of it was actually slightly uneven, almost like something knit from yarn, yet it was only because of the fibrous, chaotic tissues that composed her iris. As I watched, the vast iris seemed to billow as her eye focused on me. It expanded as her pupil shrank in diameter, like some impossibly sized jellyfish's bell expanding right before a swim stroke.

I shivered violently with fright. It was almost like I was having some sort of a fit.

I could hear myself babbling and none of it was actual words.

The immense eyeball flitted back and forth, taking my form in. The blonde deity's thunderous voice completely drowned out my next panicked wail.

“God- you know what? I really wish that I could just keep you like this, Steve. Wouldn't you rather just live as my teeny-tiny pet than struggle in obscurity as an artist your entire life? Hmm? You could just be my little toy and that would definitely make me feel a bit less lonely when Kathy isn't here. Oh, I suppose that you probably don't like that idea very much, do you? I cannot really blame you for that. Well, as much as I think that this is a quite fitting place for you to be, let's just get you off of there. I want to play with that cute little cock some more while there is still enough light coming in through the living room windows for me to easily see it.”

The world spun as her hand rotated and then moved away from her face. I floundered, desperately clawing to hold onto something but her curved fingernail offered no purchase within reach for my tiny fingers at all on it's matte surface. I felt my tiny body lift up from her nail slightly, but her tenacious saliva kept me from flying off to my death. Then my head and body were forced down against the expanse of fiberglass-like keratin beneath of me as the motion of her huge fingers changed direction. Her digits folded loosely into her upturned palm as if the goddess was about to look over her nails. As I lay there trying to catch my breath, the thumb and index finger of her other hand glided in and their nails delicately took hold of one of my legs and began to pull. I was dragged away and ended up plastered to the rounded heel of her palm in the middle of a clump of saliva.

“Alright. Now, let's see. Oh, you look so uncomfortable in the middle of all of that spit. Let's get you free of that. I think I can just about...”

A giant fingertip delicately fussed with my limp body. Despite her most careful efforts, my tiny limbs kept sticking to it's bulky, rounded form and I was repeatedly dragged back and forth through the saliva pile. The front of my body eventually became stuck to it's pad as she awkwardly worked. I was deafened by a thunderous giggle as I desperately gulped in air. The digit raised upward to hover in front of her eyes as she looked me over cheerfully.

“My poor, poor little dolly! Sorry about that. I'm trying my hardest, you know. Though, I still want to play with you. That little cock might be accessible from where you're at now with some small adjustments.”

A huge digit came close from her other hand as she squinted. My hips and then my shoulders were forcibly prodded by the edge of it's fingernail. Despite almost being pulled free repeatedly by the saliva adhering to her intervening nail, eventually she turned me so I lay plastered flat on my back against her finger's pad. The digit that had rearranged me left with a deliberate, careful slowness. It dragged away with it a long gossamer rope of saliva that threatened to pull me from her digit. But, eventually it snapped in half, the recoil of that causing me to slam back against her ridged flesh like I had been shoved.

I was brought up to hover directly in front of her mouth and the tip of her tongue pushed past her lips. It smashed against my midsection, from thighs to stomach. The sudden collision was like a punch to my stomach and I heaved for a moment before vomiting violently. My purge splattered all over the tip of her tongue and I moaned in disgust before ejecting even more. I was left panting from the sudden involuntary exertion and I watched as the frightening muscle retreated back between the gigantic full lips.

God, I had emptied almost my entire stomach onto her tongue. But, would she notice? Would she realize what had just happened? Would she be angry and punish me?

“Ooh- too much! I must seem so clumsy to you sometimes,” my mother whispered softly, “You're just so small. But, I still think you're the perfect size for me.”

Her towering face suddenly scrunched up in puzzlement as her mouth churned. Her giant tongue bulging against her cheek and lips as it explored and probed it's steamy home. “What the hell is that? Oh, I've got this odd taste in my mouth... It's bitter, but... sort of sweet as well.”

I watched fearfully as she swished her saliva around, thinking about the taste in her mouth. She wasn't piecing it together at all and I realized that she wasn't entirely disgusted by it either. My mother was so immense compared to me that not even that could faze her.

A weird sort of horror gripped me then, the same sort of feeling that I had felt from witnessing one of her stray detached eyelashes up close. I was now merely an inconsequential bug that had been unlucky enough to catch the unwholesome attention of an immense, seemingly omnipotent monster. I had been reduced and transformed into a cruel mockery of what I had originally been. I was more like some sort of an exotic pet in comparison to my mother now. It was bizarre to me that we had ever even started as the same species.

“Well, that weird taste is gone now! Huh. That was... peculiar. Now then, dolly...”

Her finger pulled away from her mouth ever so slightly, so that only the tip of her tongue could reach me with some effort on her part. The head of my tiny cock was dabbed at by the wriggling pink monster. Blasts of hot wind from her nostrils caused her viscous saliva to noticeably tighten across my chest into something more firm from exposure to her breath. Her giant lips smacked together dreadfully as she sighed with satisfaction.

“Do you like that, Steve? I can barely feel it. It's nice though.” My vision blurred from her frightening mouth speaking in a normal manner so closely to me. My ears were loudly ringing and I felt nauseous. Her tongue slid out again, reaching for me as it undulated.

My cock was engulfed again and the pink muscle pulsed, smashing against it and knocking it back and forth for almost a minute. Her tongue retreated and she paused, cooing thunderously and smacking her lips again. Beyond the flesh of her lower face, within the cavern of her mouth I could hear the thick, aggressive sound of huge amounts of saliva being shifted around.

“Mmm. Okay. Some more,” the alarming mouth thundered before her lips pursed once again and then parted slightly.

My crotch was engulfed and then the colossal muscle traced upwards across my body. My face was next to be assaulted by her tongue's pointed tip. I tried to turn my head away, but it was useless. My tiny neck muscles were no match for the onslaught. The glistening, hot tongue surged repeatedly against my features, causing my face to harshly run across the stifling flesh. At first my mouth was dragged open and immediately packed full of her saliva, causing me to gag terribly. When her tongue briefly retreated, I managed to force her thick saliva to slide free of my mouth almost like a softly gelatinous but formless plug and it spread out over my chest. Then, during her next assault on my face, my tiny upper teeth inadvertently ran across the undulating wall, scraping away a nasty paste from the horrible pebbly surface of her tongue onto them. But, even worse- as the tip of her tongue dominated my skull, my eyelids were forced open. My naked eyeballs themselves were rubbed along the grotesque, fleshy protuberances studding the frightening organ.

Her terrible tongue disappeared back into her mouth. I heaved, coughing and trembling in shock. There was a greasy, ham-scented slime caked thickly over my teeth and even a wad of it had been forced beneath of my upper lip. I managed to blow some of the foul pale substance free before moaning in horror. I was unable to properly blink from the coating of thick ooze interfering with my delicate eyelid muscles. I could tell that she had pulled me away from her mouth and her towering face was looking at me, her eyes nearly crossed.

“You make such a wonderful dolly, Steve. Though at this size, introducing any saliva at all into our fun was a big mistake. Poor little thing, I suppose because you're so weak you simply can't free yourself from it. You look so miserable- I guess you just cannot help but to stick to my pretty fingers, hmm? I think that's just wonderful! This is all so incredibly sexy to me.”

The vast lips hovering in front of me slid into a mischievous smirk. Her thumb came in below me and pressed against the finger that I was plastered to. It slowly swiped up, the wide edge of her thumbnail used like a scraper against the flesh of her finger. My tiny limbs were pushed together as I was forced into a chaotic heap by her oncoming digit's nail. Then I was in motion, pushed along against her thumbnail's tip as it slid across her fingerprint. I found myself tumbling slowly through the saliva with a sickening motion as the breath was pushed from me.

When the world stopped slowly spinning I found myself wetly stuck across the tip of her huge thumbnail. I could only grimace as I hovered in front of those glittering, cheerful eyes. She chuckled to herself as she watched my naked body slowly slide down the bowed keratin surface. I laid there and let gravity do whatever it wished with me as I raggedly panted through my defiled, sodden mouth. I was completely exhausted and I was only able to weakly adjust myself.

My body slowly rotated as it slid and I stopped moving not long after. My twisted, gleaming form laid plastered lengthwise to her giant nail. The world around me tilted as her monumental thumb slowly pivoted until it rested horizontally across the top of her relaxed fist. Her lips puckered and she blew gently on me again. I curled in on myself, shivering and softly whimpering as I forced her thick saliva to squirt out from beneath of my eyelids with careful presses of my fingers.

I could finally see, though my eyes felt wrong, heavy and puffy, irritated from the abuse they had suffered. Though, I almost wished that I had stayed partially blind due to what I was forced to come to terms with. I was perched on top of one of my mother's tremendous, well-kept thumbs, curled on my side right in the middle of her bowed thumbnail. I slaked away the thick coating of saliva covering my face, trying my best to ignore the huge, new looking cuticle that lay not far beyond my feet.

I trembled as her leering, towering face smiled and chuckled softly at witnessing my tiny movements. She was obviously utterly enchanted with my rather tragic looking body perched on of one of her colossal digits. Though, as I watched, her expression changed quickly to something much sadder looking, almost a look of painful regret.

Her other immense hand lifted up from below, it's row of gigantic, deeply seamed knuckles blotting out her lower face. The little finger unfolded from it and slowly came over me. I was inadvertently shoved down against the curved keratin shield as it dabbed gently at the saliva coating my back. Hot breath blasted down onto me from her nostrils as the goddess sighed.

“Oh, this is just so frustrating to me. I want to keep you so badly, Steve! I know it isn't right, but... Am I a bad person? Keeping you is just wrong in so many ways. But, you're just perfect- you are exactly the right size! What makes it even worse is that you're almost constantly aroused like this! Even though I can't hear you well enough to understand you, I can easily read your adorable little expressions. They're just amazing to me! I just love seeing how frightened you can become when I do the simplest of things. It makes me feel so fucking gigantic, so- Oh, I've got to stop thinking about it so much.”

Her digit's nail rolled me over with a tiny movement and it gently forced my legs apart as those immense green eyes flitted back and forth over my defeated, exhausted form.

“I still want to make you cum and I want to use just my nails to do it. You would just love that, right? I'm guessing that is very close, if not exactly what you'd like me to do to you, isn't it? Well, you better finally pop this time if you want your wish fulfilled. Your little penis has to be getting sore from all of my terrible fumbling. Just relax, okay? Go with it.”

She peered at me down her tremendous nose as I was held in front of the cliff-like edifice of her face. The nail delicately stroked at my cock as I lay plastered to her thumbnail like a stray piece of cooked noodle.

“Do you like that? Hmm?” she whispered happily, “You really do make such a lovely little finger toy, Steve. You know, I didn't think I'd like this nearly as much as I do. Why can't you just... I just don't understand why you'd ever want to go back to your old life as it was! You know, having you like this- Oh, I'm upsetting myself again. I just- I know that I should be feeling so guilty about everything! But instead, I feel like a spoiled child that doesn't want to part with someone else's toy!”

Another blast of hot, exhaled breath buffeted my ears as she sighed in frustration. Her fingernail pulled away from my crotch.

“I want to try and pump that teeny-tiny cock between my nails again. I bet that would make you cum faster. Though, I'll need to steady my wrist on the table so I can make really tiny movements. I have to make sure that everything is always as safe as possible for you. Saliva was just such a bad idea. I guess you're fine staying right there. I just don't want to try and move you again for this. It's just too much trouble.”

Her giant thumb that I was stuck to dropped away from her face. There was a tremor that caused my vision to blur. I could actually feel the colossal digit fatten as it pressed down onto the edge of the coffee table. The thumbnail I lay glued to noticeably warmed quite quickly, within seconds, probably from the pressure of the enormous fleshy pad compressing. Her immense face dropped straight down over me, wearing a look of determination. Her other hand came gliding into my vision, her thumb and index fingers held closely together.

I stared up at her as she loomed monstrously overhead, overwhelming my view of the bland artificial sky of her living room. She honestly looked as if she were just about to try and manipulate and wind an old wristwatch between the edges of her nails. As those massive, unblemished fingertips came on she licked her lips and her eyes narrowed in preparation. Cold keratin touched my shaft and it felt more like the caress of a porcelain dinner plate against my humid cock than anything else.

“I wish I had some way to magnify your little body. Squinting my eyes doesn’t work very well. You know, I never really felt like I needed reading glasses until right now.”

I passed out from the shock of it all.

I awoke slowly, aware of the cold, hard surface I lay upon. I was on the coffee table, face down. I lay at one end of a tattered net of saliva spread out across the shiny wood, like a comet with a ragged, vaporous tail. I had been dropped there like a discarded toy. It took a long moment to gather up enough will to even move. All I could smell was hand lotion and the scent of sandwich ham. The scents permeated my skin and fouled my mouth. My chest hurt, I could feel a bruise from my hips to my chest across one side. Like the cruel imprint of a giant fingernail against my fragile body. It almost hurt to breath as I ran my hand down my stomach to my hips.

Something was off. As I slowly straightened a leg there was a painful tug. My pubic hair had been knotted! Bewildered tears came to my eyes. I retracted my leg as I worked both of my hands weakly into my slimy pubic hair. I awkwardly teased out as many knots as I could find. My junk was sore as well! As I gingerly touched it I felt an ache deep within my abdomen. It felt almost as if my cock had been tugged on. My suddenly panicked pulse caused an uncomfortable throb to hammer against the sore muscles deep in my core.

I cupped my sore cock in a hand as my mind raced to the inevitable and only conclusion possible for my knotted hair. My mother thankfully had not castrated me. The giantess- The goddess... my own... At least while she was playing with me with... At least she had not...

I was snapped out of my internal horror by a familiar sound; the couch was creaking as a huge form adjusted on it! My eyes snapped open and goosebumps tickled and itched as they raised on my arms.

“Wakey, wakey, Steven! I've let you sleep long enough! Poor little thing, you passed out. I really didn't expect that. I tried my hardest to make you cum after that, but you never did. Well, regardless, it's getting late. I want my Mother's Day treat now!” the unseen goddess thundered.

A shadow spread across me. I rolled over to face the cloth mountainside of the couch, my hands clenched protectively over my crotch.

“No! No! You can't do this to me!” I shouted, as the goddess leaned over me. A hand smoothly thrust through the sky as it dropped, propelling it's eager thumb and finger. “Leave me alone! Please, just leave me-” the gigantic fingers touched down, index finger behind me, her plump thumb's nail stabbing into the tabletop's dark brown sheen in front of me.

“You're going to be such a handsome little foot masseuse! Oh, and you're a toe expert as well? Goodness! I think that finally we will both enjoy something together, Steve!”

I was powerless to stop her. There was no place to hide on the coffee table's top. She took her time as her overwhelming fingers carefully closed against my soft, fragile form. A moment later I was breathless as I was plucked up like a tiny appetizer from a tray.

16. A Taste by V11

I knew now exactly what those fearless men who had built the first skyscrapers felt like. The wind whistled around me, battering my face like a gale. Far below me vast distances were laid out. Strangely, to my tiny eyes everything seemed pinched into a distortion with myself as the focal point. 

I wasn't building a skyscraper. An early 20th century city did not stretch out below me. I was gripped from chest to thighs between the mercilessly hard fingernails of a gigantic, feminine index finger and thumb. My grand view was only of my own mother's body curled up on her couch, in front of a coffee table in average living room in an average home. 

The giant face loomed in front of me, huge in comparison to my form. It was like some stony precipice that I might skim harmlessly past were I ever to hang-glide in a place like the Andes. My muscles ached from so much adrenaline released into my body over the last couple of hours. The identity of this oil-shined and leering behemoth had deeply wounded my psyche. Everything about this was fundamentally wrong. I shouldn't be like this and to be subjected to her, of all people, at this scale was awful. My situation seriously threatened my sanity. 

Completely gone from her expression was any semblance of care for my well-being. I had become in a flash of unnatural light less than human to her. My mother wore a contented smirk. She turned the hand pinching me slightly as she looked me over. A small smile formed as she watched me push on her thumbnail with both of my fists. 

“I just wanted you to take me to dinner.” Her voice thundered against me, it's power almost stinging my skin. Her other vast hand rose up to float between us and her littlest finger unfolded to threaten my upper body. It's long nail effortlessly pushed past my tiny warding arms and touched my chest.

“I never expected that you would give me an opportunity like this to become a goddess! This really is the perfect day for it though, isn't it? And just who is my one tiny worshiper to witness my newfound divinity- my teeny tiny son!” The cold keratin shield pressed against my tiny face affectionately, bending me dangerously backwards. “This couldn't be any better! Steve, this Mother's Day will never be outdone!” 

The finger retreated as she grinned at me. Everything pitched wildly as the fingers holding me dropped away from her face. I cried out as my tiny bones and musculature were subjected to intense G forces while caught fast in her monstrous biological vice. The ridged flesh of her palm rushed towards me and I was harshly decelerated before being laid down upon it. I could no nothing more than groan as I pulled my arms and legs tightly to me like a dying spider. 

“Mmm. This calls for more delicious bubbly.” 

The giant smiling face disappeared as she leaned forward, reaching for her wine glass. One vast, cloth-clad breast lowered over me, eclipsing the entire view beyond her upturned hand. It brought with it the smell of garment soap and that unmistakable but indescribable scent of her skin, her body. As I drew in breath to cry out the looming spectacle pulled away again to a safe distance as the wine glass sailed past in the sky above me. 

The goddess took a long sip of her champagne, ignoring me for the moment. The immense fingers of the palm I lay in instinctively relaxed, curling over me a bit more. I was free of her gaze for only a moment. She finished with a satisfied swallow and smiled down onto me once again. I felt the awful dread of her inescapable attention fill me anew. 

“I think that my tiny masseuse should partake in the festivities, don't you, Steve? It's really good champagne! I don't want to be the only one here with a buzz. I'm not sure that I have an eyedropper in the house, but I have an idea. Let me finish this and I'll get some more for both of us.” 

She drained most of the glass and then her vast chest was bearing down on me once again as she leaned forward. The colossal fingers curled tighter over me and I could hear her pouring more champagne for herself. 

“Oh, I think that this will work nicely. Like feeding a baby bird.”

The goddess chuckled and her laugh transformed into something almost like a clap of thunder. The couch groaned in protest as her vast breasts receded. The hand that held me rose upward until it became a rolling, fleshy stage laid out just beneath of her monstrous face. Her eyes were shining excitedly and I wanted nothing more than to be big again and run far, far away from here. 

A giant finger glided up from below and it’s fingertip lowered over me. A huge drop of champagne clung to the top of her bowed fingernail's tip.

“It won't take much to get you hammered at this size, will it? You're such a cheap date, aren't you? Well, bottom's up!”

I was wide-eyed and I felt the color drain from my cheeks as the shadow of her digit slid across me. I tried to push myself backwards across her seamed skin to avoid the guillotine-like monster bearing down on me. She was grinning as her fingernail came on and it barely touched my face. 

“Boop!” she whispered.

The swirling, bubble filled orb of champagne slid from her nail and it attached itself to the side of my head and neck. It was very heavy and strangely thick, bound together tightly by it's own surface tension. But mostly it was ice cold and it tickled fiercely as the effervescing gases within it raced across my exposed skin. I flinched, very startled by it. I was dragged backwards by it's weight and found myself plastered to her skin. The fizzing hiss became muted as the droplet spread, enveloping my face. I tried to pull away, but the surface tension made things difficult. The very real possibility of inhaling this viscous blob caused me to begin thrashing in panic. I could hear a grotesque, locomotive-like roar from beyond the silvery mask covering my head. The goddess was laughing from her belly at the sight of me. 

A dark shadow confronted me and I was forced still, crushed against the skin of her palm. A ridged column pressed against all of my body at once, forcing my tightly withheld breath from me. As it withdrew I inhaled a mouthful of champagne. I could hear her laughing and the huge finger crushed me once again as it dabbed away the hissing, popping liquid from me. The digit pulled away, hovering like a drowsy dinosaur's head and neck next to me as I was deafened with another thunderclap of laughter. I coughed, sputtering and then a belch ripped painfully out of the depths of my stomach. 

“I'm sorry to laugh, Steve, but you're just so pitiful at this size! Well, I don't suppose that you want any more of my champagne, do you?”

My mother's cheeks were as flushed as my own as she looked down on me. Her expression became gentle for a moment as her monstrous finger straightened in the air overhead. The digit lowered and slid across me in a gentle petting motion. The ridges of her dense flesh scrubbed against my naked skin.

“Oh, I know what you'd like instead of more champagne. I've got in mind something a bit more potent than just that. Well, now that we're both a bit more loosened up, I don't see why you can't finally experience... a little bit more... of me.” 

The hand hovering next to her palm retreated from me and she leaned forward again. I must have been slightly drunk on my belly full of champagne because I was fine this time with the massive cloth covered hill that hovered threateningly above me. My mother was doing something on the coffee table, the couch protested as she leaned even closer to it for a moment. 

“Oh, Steve, I think you're going to like this a lot! This is especially choice.” She leaned back, champagne glass in hand. Curiously, I noticed that as she drank it she held her index finger uncharacteristically away from the glass. She was smiling at me excitedly, almost mockingly, as if she withheld a joke that was about to be told at my expense, “Well, this alcohol is really going to my head! I've got to slow down. It isn't long now until I have to get ready for bed. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow, you know. It's too bad that I won't be able to show off my painted toenails to the girls on my ward. You did such a good job on them.” 

I was brought back up to her vast face and she looked me over, her nostrils blasting sweet champagne scented currents of spent breath across her palm. My mother smiled sweetly as her other hand glided up to hover over her palm. “Well, this is just a taste of me, Steve. Keep pleasing me and I'll keep rewarding you. It's really that simple.” 

The index finger pitched down and a stench mingled with flowers wafted off of it. “I got this fresh, just for you, my little slipper sniffer. From right between my sexy toes. Now, smell your goddess.” 

The digit lowered onto my shrieking, struggling form, crushing me into the fleshy landscape of her palm. “Ah, that's it! You like that, don't you?” she whispered seductively to me. The ridges slid across my delicate skin, leaving behind a sticky, salty substance that clung to me like warmed lard. 

As the fingertip pulled away I vomited. I was blinded, my eyes felt as if they were being seared by chemicals. My lungs rebelled from any intake of air until finally instinct forced me to breathe through the stench. I shook, writhing like an injured insect as I flung tears, saliva and snot across the living, ever shifting ground.

Something slammed me to her hot skin and then I felt the cold, hard edge of a fingernail play with my cock. I wanted to weep, but my own labored, retching breathing took precedence. My hips were scraped by her closing, gently pinching fingernails. It felt like yard gates being used like blacksmith's tongs on my body. They closed slowly, my flaccid member was caught between them and they tugged before discarding it.

“Hmm. You aren't reacting at all like I thought you would. I was hoping that this would also make you hard. I thought for sure that the smell of my feet would do it for you. Is it not sour enough? Not enough like my slippers? Well, I guess that I should just be happy that I can make that tiny thing stand to attention with my pretty fingers, hmm?”

My tiny penis was caught and slowly tugged, sliding through the edges of her enormous fingernails, and again. She was coaxing my cock, trying to firm it up.

“You know- you're so tiny, Steve, and there is only one of you. Hmm. Not like that picture at all. There were, what? Six little people working on one foot in that magazine article? Well, who said that my massage had to be with tiny hands? My present doesn't need to play out just like the magazine. Even though you're the artist, I hope you know that I like being creative just as much as you do. I think that entire little body of yours could be put to good use. Goodness, look at you struggle. It certainly seems like I might have accidentally rubbed some of my sweat into your eyes. I'm sorry, Steve. You have to understand, you're just so little.” 

I tried to roll over in a desperate, instinctive bid to escape her. I could not open my eyes due to the pain.

“That looks very painful, it must really sting.”

Giant, smooth nails backed by the unyielding flesh of her fingertips carefully pressed in against me from either side of my quivering body. My arms were crushed into my own ribs as a merciless pressure overwhelmed my torso. My tiny legs swung uselessly as the goddess lifted me free of her palm into the sky like a captured bug. 

“Shh. Poor little thing. Julie’s got you.”

17. Tucked In by V11

I found myself in a familiar position once again, my delicate torso wedged between two hard and blunt objects. I fought to open my wet, stinging eyes that were heavily tearing of their own accord. For an instant I caught a horrifying glimpse of my mother before I had to clamp them shut once again, I was being held up in front of her monstrous mouth and the underside of her nose. 

There was a quick, whistling roar directly in front of me. The air was violently pulled past me and it was so strong that my hair was blown upward. I realized that my mother was sniffing my tiny body! I forced my eyes open and grimaced in awe at the twin caves of her nostrils hanging above me.  The blood drained from my face as I realized that the way she was holding me- Oh god! Was she going to insert my tiny body up into one of her gigantic nostrils? Those great, flesh-rimmed holes both flared simultaneously. There was another roaring wind tearing at me, followed rapidly by a second as she sniffed me.

The vast lips stirred and then the colossal goddess spoke. “Well, I think that you should be quite happy, you smell as bad as my slipper now!”

I grew lightheaded as the exhaled cloud of alcohol vapor surrounded me. The end of my mother's unreal nose came even closer as I was slightly raised.

“Oh god- Please mom! Please don't put me in there! Don’t put me in one of- oh fuck!”

I caught a glimpse in that moment of the inside of one of her nostrils. Little blonde hairs were faintly visible lining the walls of flesh in the twilight. I could not help but to instantly witness in my mind a vision of my naked, begging form being thrust up into this tunnel of pale skin. My shrieking and struggling body delicately crumpled against the hot circular wall by one of her cruel fingernail's tips. The wiry blonde hairs yielding and then springing back in place against my skin. My little body held entirely in place by the sheer humidity and stickiness. Wind roaring, drawn up into her nose, my hoarse screams completely lost in the overwhelming sound.

But, none of that was to be. I was taken away from her lower face as she smiled. 

“Well, smelly little doll, you are much too tiny to give me a traditional massage. Mommy just wouldn't feel your tiny hands at all. I don't know how they do it at those shrink spas. But I'll wager that I could feel your entire body. So, let's get you acquainted with a couple of my toes while I finish this glass, alright?” 

Despite the pain I kept my eyes open. My destination was clear, I was lowered over one enormous bare foot that lay waiting for me against the edge of the coffee table. The mighty fingers gently laid me down just above her smallest toe on the top of her foot. My mother's colossal hand withdrew halfway up her shin and it floated there while from the summit of the couch she looked me over with a satisfied smile. 

“Aww, don't you look cute down there! You're almost the same size as my littlest toe! I want to see you right next to it. That would be so cute! I bet that a nice snuggle from my toes will cheer you up, Steve. Who knows, it might even harden up that tiny toy between your legs.” 

My mountainous mother took a sip from her glass. She looked at me sidelong as she tipped back her drink, her other hand plummeting back down to hover over me.

“Please don't! I don't want to go there! I don't want to-” The skin beneath of me heaved like an ocean in a storm as her giant tendons flexed, making the row of plump, long toes spread widely. 

Her finger unfolded and lowered, sweeping in at me. I scrambled to my feet and desperately intercepted her index fingertip like a wrestler. I bellowed as I threw my entire body against her intruding appendage. I heard her giggle as her tidy digit merely lifted free of my grasp and then effortlessly pinned my fragile form. As the finger released me her huge thumb dropped down on my other side. Those cruel nails surrounded my torso and then she casually pinched up my limp, panting form. 

My pitiful screams made no difference as my tiny, naked body was effortlessly tucked between her littlest toe and fourth toe. As I struggled to heave myself back up and out of this terrible place she leaned down over me, bringing her smug face even closer.

“Aww, look at you next to my toe! Let's get all of that naked little body of yours nicely situated against me.”

Her finger was back and her bright, enthusiastic eyes guided her fingernail as it nudged each of my tiny arms, carefully wedging them down into the hot and wet crevice. 

“There now, that's better, isn't it? You are all safe and warm now, surrounded by your very own goddess.” 

I was in hell.

Suddenly, the entire row of huge toes began to curl, including the cow-sized little toe that was pressed against me. I could feel the huge muscles in it flex and expand beneath the dense skin. One of my tiny legs became surrounded in her toe flesh, trapped in a bit of the closing crease at the base of the digit's pad. The breath was forced from my lungs as I was pulled downward further into the wet crevice by my leg.

“Mmm, I like that, Steve, though you do feel a bit more like a piece of boiled macaroni than a person!” Her laughter transformed into thunder and I wept as her slimy flesh enclosed me up to my head. 

The smiling face in the sky blew me a kiss as my world was suddenly in sickening motion. Her nearly endless leg straightened and there was a deep thud which rattled my bones. She had placed the heel of her foot onto the coffee table. The couch creaked as the cruel goddess leaned back into the cushions, champagne glass in hand.

“You're a warm little lump, that's for sure. Oh, this really is divine!” 

Her other leg folded and it's gigantic foot raised up with a flash of pink pastel varnish. She rested the gorgeous, meaty foot onto her horizontal shin, those giant toes splaying out across it. They slid towards me as I wiggled helplessly. It was a tsunami of bulbous, sour flesh threatening to overtake and asphyxiate me. 

“Are you peeking at Mommy from between my toes? Oh, look at that teeny tiny face! That's very cute! I want to touch it.” 

Her monstrous toes slid up her veined instep and they slowed as they cut off my view of her. I began to shout, pleading with her as the row of hulking digits towered over my trapped face like a line of surreal bulldozers. The foot slowly twisted, adjusting it's aim as the toes slid ever closer. I realized which toe she had chosen to violate my pitiful head with- her monstrous big toe!

“Oh god, no! Stop this! Don't even think about it! You're going to rip my head off!”

The long, robustly built big toe lifted, looming over me. I was hysterically shrieking and the goddess paused, smiling, She had actually heard my panicked squeaks.

“It's going to be alright, Steve. I know that I have to be very careful now, obviously. I wouldn't want to accidentally pop your adorable little head. I'll be so gentle with you.” The plump behemoth lowered as I screamed. “So gentle.”

Peering up out of the crevice, the monstrous pad of her big toe looked like a small dirigible made of ridged skin. It fell onto me in a slow, graceful motion as I babbled. My tiny trapped skull was delicately smothered beneath of the bulging, ponderous flesh.

“There it is!” the giantess sang cheerfully. 

The hot curve of her mighty big toe swirled over me, feeling the tiny protrusion of my skull with soft strokes across it. My lips were peeled back and my nose threatened to break as it was smashed and bent. I prayed silently that she would not try to touch or stroke my head with the stout overhang of long toenail that her big toe sported. I would be brutally decapitated before she would even realize it.

“Such a tiny head. It's the size of a little seed, isn't it? Mmm, just the thought of what this actually is- Oh my!”

The ridges of her toe print were like fossilized ripples pulled across my tender features. As her plump toe lifted away I was moaning in anguish, my face now stinging from a light friction burn and coated in a smelly, pasty funk. 

“I think we should finally establish once and for all that you have a thing for my feet, Steve. Wait, why is that- Why is this flashing?” My mother reached down past me and retrieved the size changing device. She looked at it's screen curiously, “Time allotment finished. Account closed. Error- Hmm. An error? I think this has been flashing an error code since I used it last! I didn't even see! I hope this didn't affect you somehow when I used it to shrink you again, Steve. It looks like it's saying that it cannot unshrink you. Something about server parameters. Oh, that's just so stupid and cryptic. What a minute- What did it mean by 'time allotment' and ‘account’? You didn't purchase this at all, did you? You rented it!!? Oh, Steve! No wonder you were waving your tiny arms so much earlier, you had a time limit, didn't you?” 

The air shook as my colossal mother laughed. 

“I should have known, I thought it was so strange that a failure like you would be able to afford such a device. Well, Steve, it looks like you'll be staying here with me tonight. You get to continue being a wonderful little dolly for me! I think I can stay up for, oh, another hour or so before I need to get ready for bed. Now then...” 

My mother leaned forward as one of her gigantic hands raced through the air. She smiled as a huge index finger lowered from it. The pad of her monstrous fingertip dabbed gently at my tiny trapped head. I pressed my cheek as hard as I could into the fleshy crevice trapping me, desperately trying to shield my skull from being accidentally crushed by her caresses. 

“Now then, Julie wants to play with you some more.” 

18. Treating Herself by V11

Both of my mother's hands had converged around the crevice of smelly toe flesh that held me like a scrap of lint. A colossal thumb and index finger dwarfed her little toe as they pinched it between them. The digit was pried away from my body and I dropped, landing in her other hand. I felt like I had been punched in the chest as the cupped palm suddenly lifted away, rocketing upward at a dizzying speed. In a flash I found myself once again subjected to the fearsome enormity of my mother's smirking, alcohol flushed face.

“Please mother! Please! I don't have a foot fetish! This has all been a horrible misunder-”

“You are just such a tiny cutie, aren't you?” I was deafened as a giggle rolled over me, the powerful sound waves causing my chest to ache. Her other hand floated up from beyond the edge of the palm I stood upon, blotting out half of her face.

“Oh, just look at those tiny arms!” The pleasant looking thumb and index finger unfolded and loomed over her palm as I backed away.

Despite my attempt to evade her, my right arm was deftly caught between her carefully pinching fingernails. I desperately tugged, trying to free my limb as the huge face marveled at my tiny movements. My arm was suddenly released and the goddess grinned as I tumbled onto my ass. I shot up onto my feet and shouted angrily up at her, “Stop it! Stop treating me like this! I am your son, not some kind of a toy for-”

The pretty fingertips reached out again, like a pair of hunting killer whales bearing down on a trapped seal. I was powerless against things so enormous. Her aim was either imprecise or she did not care. My other arm and my head were both delicately clasped between the hard, smooth, shovel-like nail tips. I was yanked off of my feet and my tiny legs skidded across the seamed skin as I choked out a screech.

“Your arms are like little wires, Steve! Like little bug legs!” she slurred. I was dropped carelessly back to her palm. I gasped and began coughing, tears filling my eyes as I clutched my neck.

Something had happened in my mother's mind when I shrank myself. It was as if she were convinced that I had brought her a toy to play with and that I was really somewhere else, perhaps merely in the kitchen eating a meal. It wasn't me in her palm. It wasn't me in front of her face. Some strange temptation that I could not even begin to understand was simply too strong for her to overcome. I didn't really know this woman at all.

I could no longer stand to look into my mother's cheerful, towering face. I curled into a ball as her bright, delighted eyes watched me. A giant index finger intruded, lowering from above. It touched down onto the palm, lightly resting the tip of it's healthy fingernail against her seamed flesh. If I had been standing, it's nail would have been nearly as tall as me.

“Please don't,” my voice was too hoarse from yelling, I realized, she wouldn't hear my warning. “You're going to break something, going to crush me.”

“You're just such a vulnerable little thing. So wonderfully delicate. It’s wonderful!”

I was sent tumbling across the seamed bulges by a little nudge of the long nail. I watched her smile right before the pad of her fingertip dominated my aching form beneath of it.

“Actions always speak louder than words, don't they, Steve? Take for instance your actions. You wouldn't even be here right now if I had only listened to your silly denials. So now you and I are going to fulfill some wishes. Some wonderful and very, very nasty little wishes.”

The finger retreated and I watched in horror as my mother seductively touched the tip of her tongue to the pad of that hand's smallest fingertip.

“Please don't! Don't touch me with that! Don't you dare- Oh God, no!” The glistening fingertip lowered over me as I tried to kick at it and fight back. She effortlessly toppled my body with a nudge from the fingernail.

“There’s no need to be like that.”

My mother cooed with a smile as my lower body became crushed against the skin of her palm. The tip of her little finger stroked across my crotch and legs, leaving behind her hot and viscous saliva. I could not help myself, the sensation of my member being entirely enclosed in litres of dense, almost steaming slime was too much. I felt myself hardening immediately.

“There, isn't that nice? You just needed some lubrication, Steve. Or maybe I should say some paint on your brush? Oh, I like that! Now, let's make some art- for Mother's Day.”

An index finger and thumb lowered and closed on my torso. With a hoarse cry I was plucked from her palm.

As I hung in the air over her lap and just beyond her enormous breasts, my mother carelessly pushed down her skirt exposing her white panties. She lifted free her feet from the garment and then kicked it away from the couch. The goddess smiled happily at me before placing her right foot, sole up, onto her left thigh.

“I wish there were nine more of you, Steve. One for each of Mommy's pretty toes.”

Her long toes flexed as I was lowered over the immense, powerful looking foot. She pressed my naked body into the middle of her wrinkly sole. I was slowly dragged across the meaty, giant curves of her foot. The sour skin alternated from a hard, hot canvass of ridged landscape to a rippling field of tightly packed bulges at the whim of her scrunching toes.

“Mmm. This is wonderful! Are you enjoying yourself, Steve?”

She slid me across her sole for a bit longer before carefully inserting my head and shoulders between her smallest toe and it's neighbor.

“This little body of yours fits in all sorts of places, doesn't it? I just have to move very carefully and be as cautious as possible.”

I groaned as my face was harshly distorted by the slightly sticky toe flesh. She moved on, slowly and delicately probing the crevices between each of her smaller toes with my upper body. She was careful to not bend my delicate little torso too far against the incredibly dense flesh of her digits. Still, the air was emptied from my lungs multiple times as my tiny spine was forced to conform against the great curves and rounded bulges of colossal anatomy. Tears flowed freely from my burning eyes and I was nearly blind from the foul yet simultaneously sweet smelling sweat rubbed into my face. I realized that I finally hovered just in front of her second toe and it's mighty neighbor, her big toe.

“I want to be sure to thank you, sweetie. You've made me so happy! This is the best Mother's Day ever!”

The two flawless toes spread wide for a moment before they carefully reached out towards me and closed on my entire upper body. The giantess purred as I struggled in vain, my tiny head delicately gripped between their vast, plump forms.

“I suppose that you should be allowed some happiness too, right? I can be so selfish!”

The upper half of my body was released by the giant toes and I surged forward at them. I was caressed against the hot pad of her second toe. She was handling me like I was really a bit of cotton wool being used to clean away some dirt from her skin. The tipsy giantess cooed musically above me in the sky as the saliva covering my crotch was spread across the tangy ridges of the dense pillar's bulbous pad.

“I think, oh, I think I can feel it!” My tiny cock was swirled in a circle, pressed between the bulging enormity of my mother's impossible anatomy and my own stomach. “Yes, that's it. You love my pretty toes, don't you? Isn't this nice, Steve?”

My horror had been pushed aside as pleasure also came to the fore and competed with it for my attention. The ridges of her toe print were transformed by her saliva into a much less harsh field of texture. As I was dragged across her skin the pleasure mounted quickly. The front of my body was entirely coated in the warm, fragrant slime.

It wasn't long before my faint, sparse protests gave way to panting. The enormous being had a peaceful, satisfied expression on her distant face as her huge digits delicately swirled and caressed my front against her toe.

“I'm your goddess right now, aren't I, Steve? Hmm? That's correct. I'm your all-knowing, all-powerful goddess. Well then, I hereby decree that you should cum for me, my little bug. Do it! Cum on giant Julie's toes!”

Her other hand came in close to the one that held me and it rotated palm up as it's little finger unfolded. It was only moments later that I exploded, the ropey ejaculate splattered across the maze of toe ridges as I shuddered. Above me a thunderous laugh rolled across the room's sky as I was quickly pulled away from her second toe. Her little finger lifted up beneath of me, my tiny legs were driven apart and made to straddle the pad of it as I continued to gush outward onto a bit of her fingerprint.

“Oh, look at you go! You've been such a good dolly for Julie, haven't you?”

Her little finger retreated and I hung limply in her pinch as she studied the glistening pad of her digit.

“Look at that! I think that's quite a bit for such teeny-tiny balls,” she stated before slowly licking her fingertip, “Yes. I think that someone deserves a reward. There is a certain something I’m dying to try with you, but I know that I probably shouldn’t.”

I swore that those huge, distant green eyes looked directly into my tiny face. She seemed concerned as she stared at my uncomfortably trapped form.

“I know that you’re quite fragile right now, Steve- in more ways than one, I’m sure. But, I just can’t resist! I’m sorry, but I have to try this out!”

I cried out in surprise as I impacted against the tip of her big toe. I was slid upwards across the curved wall of plump flesh. The mixture of saliva and cum was scrubbed away, stolen from my crotch and thighs by the endless ridges. The monstrous digits pinching me were like unbreakable iron as I struggled against her.

When I stopped moving, I found my face resting on the tender skin right where it dove beneath of the overhang of her toenail. A brief hint of a sour odor caused me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

“Another taste of me for you then, a spicy taste my little slipper sniffer! A reward from your goddess for being such an obedient little bug. I think that this should be even more fragrant than some sweat I scraped out from between two of my toes. Mmm. Nice and rank!”

“Oh god- You're crazy! You're fucking- Please, just let me go! I don't want anything to do with-”

I began to slide slowly upwards again. There was only one destination possible for me, but the thought caused me to hoarsely scream and wriggle in panic. She heard me and sighed with satisfaction.

My tiny head and shoulders were slowly forced underneath of the vinegary overhang of her big toe's nail. For an agonizingly long moment my face was smashed and dragged against the unpainted underside of her toenail as my skull was slowly but relentlessly inserted.

As I flailed between her cruel fingers, she whispered to me reassuringly, “Aww, I know, my poor little dolly. It's alright, I won’t hurt you. You're perfectly safe. I'm just going to lodge that teeny tiny head completely up underneath of my toenail. You're going to really enjoy this, I promise! I take a shower every morning, you know. So, there just aren't that many places available on my body that smell strongly enough for what you'd probably like. But, that just means that I have to get a little creative to reward you. Thankfully, you are quite small. I made sure of that.”

Sticky, foul smelling paste was smeared across my face. I squealed with panic, my mouth tight-lipped, my eyes clamped shut. My pitifully tiny head quickly became wedged into the back of the hot, moist trench.

“Oh! That feels wild! Do you like this, my tiny toe lover? Is this better than my old slippers? I bet you're just in heaven! I hope it's fragrant enough for you. But, let's make sure that you get to sample everything.”

I moaned dreadfully as the colossal fingers pinching my body slowly dragged my head and shoulders sideways through the width of the crevice. My neck gave out against the unrelenting force applied to my tiny form and my head collapsed against my shoulder. Warm, salty grease was scraped free from the humid surfaces and it was plowed along with me. My tiny body inadvertently performed a slow, partial roll in her fingertips as she moved me. When I finally stopped I found my face pressed against velvety soft, incredibly sour skin that had probably never been directly in the sun before. Freshly collected gobs of congealed oils and grit squelched against my cheeks as my head trembled. The hard underside of her immense toenail's overhang pressed against the back of my head was enough to keep me from freeing myself.

She had- My head- My whole-

I desperately tried to blow the oil-strewn filth away from my lips. Then with a great tremble my eyes rolled up their sockets...

Once she had completed laying out all of those esoteric tools in front of the television on the carpet... Once she had turned on those blindingly bright lights and carefully adjusted their awkward mechanical arms… She would then carefully clean beneath of those… She would use some sort of- She would use a- a tool to-

I felt the giant fingers released me from their grasp. I dangled there, my tiny legs splayed against the curving ridged wall of flesh just outside of the hellish press trapping my shoulders and pitiful head. I felt the colossal big toe lift, arching upwards. Then my body no longer partially dangled but rested belly first against the rounded tip of her huge digit. No matter how I pushed, I could not free my head by myself. I gurgled raggedly, out of my mind with panic as my hands slapped desperately against her toe flesh. Flesh that felt like hot, ridged granite.

The goddess was laughing softly to herself.

She would use a tool to clean under her- Under those- She would slide it along, just like my- She-

The panic abruptly ceased. My mind had enough and redirected itself to a strange place for just a moment. Despite the smelly, sticky filth coating my mashed face I smiled with an insane, self-assured smirk...

This was utter nonsense, I caught myself thinking. My mother was so short that I had to bend down slightly just to accommodate her so that she could even kiss me on the cheek. This was all just a dream, it had to be.

My little mother Julie wasn’t- the idea was so moronic that I could barely even entertain the thought- She wasn’t big like a building- that was completely impossible. Such a strange idea that her of all people could be somehow made huge. All of this bizarre imagery of my mother seemed like satire, not on purpose, of course- because it was only the illogical chaos of a dream. But, it was all so vivid...

She couldn’t dominate the sky overhead. She couldn’t generate deeply booming footsteps as she walked that hurt my chest…

Those pretty feet of hers that she obsessively pampered- in this dream they were so ludicrously enormous that a normal sized person, say, someone like me wouldn’t even be able to see over the tops of her nice…

No, it was all incredibly stupid. Ridiculous.

I was not pitiful like a worm to her. She couldn’t just reach out and…

The top of her head only came up to my chest. When I would hug her sweet smelling form my arms would always easily engulfed her dainty shoulders and those little breasts. My mother wasn’t great swathes of flesh... She just couldn’t be like that. She wasn’t towering walls of tanned skin, lightly speckled and shining…

It was all just a daydream- But, one to marvel at for it’s surreal intensity. One to never forget.

I had almost been fooled by all of this. I had almost thought that it was actually real for a moment.

I smiled smugly to myself. I was completely satisfied- I had figured it all out. I was the one in control, obviously.

I’m going to be famous.

Wait- Oh yes! Didn’t I come up with a brilliant plan for that? A particular angle?

A way to get the public interested in my work?

Didn’t the logic of my scheme end up involving my mother somehow…

Something about Mother’s Day. Oh yes, something about…

Dolls?

Then the thunder spoke from somewhere overhead interrupting my desperate, crazy denial. Against all odds the thunder sounded vaguely familiar and my eyes grew huge in shock as I snapped out of my reverie.

My head and shoulders were still trapped, perversely inserted into such an unlikely, terrible place.

“Aww, you're just so adorable, Steve!” the impossible goddess thundered, “This is so- Mmm, this is making me so fucking hot seeing you there like that!”

There simply wasn’t another reality for me to wake into. There was no way for me to escape other than insanity or death. For as long as she deemed it appropriate, I was the delicate plaything of this distressingly familiar yet alien and monstrous being.

I grimaced within the smelly, filthy biological gap. Tears slid down my greasy cheeks as a low, anguished moan was slowly forced through my tightened throat.

“Oh, such a cute little tiny body!”

The air was forced from my lungs and my tiny flailing limbs were stifled against the dense curve of her big toe’s flesh as a giant fingertip softly stroked my trapped form. Then my little lower body was violently jostled as her digits once again assertively surrounded and pinched what was exposed of me between them.

A thunderous laugh greeted me as I was carefully pulled free of the hellish place. I retched, heaving, my stomach a knot of agony. The hair on my head was plastered to my scalp, as if a tub of shortening had been rubbed into it. One of my eyes was plastered completely shut and I could not help but to taste the foul, almost sweet nastiness that had been deposited onto my face and shoulders.

The giant, well lavished big toe waggled and scrunched directly in front of me, it’s great bulk moving quickly enough to send gusts of warm air blowing across my shocked form. I writhed like a little worm between her fingertips and moaned as she chuckled softly to herself.

19. Tucked In 2 by V11

 I was gasping, tears streaming from my eyes and saliva dripping from my sore mouth as the huge fingers ran my naked front slowly across the curving, ridged flesh of her big toe’s tip. I was quite terrified that she was going to plunge my little head back in beneath of the toenail’s slight overhang again but that never happened.

“Oh, I bet that you just loved that! Well Steve, since it's almost bedtime, I would like my final Mother's Day treat. But, you know- I'll definitely need my hands free for that. Hmm.”

I noticed that she was smiling as I was pulled away from her toe’s flesh just long enough for her to reposition me. Her expression became serious as my trapped form was pushed horizontally against the thick edge of her big toe's impressive nail. My ribs ached as the hard, pink painted keratin threatened to bruise me from crotch to neck, right down the middle of my body. Even my abused penis was forced to randomly pick a side of the fiberglass-like barrier. I cried out in pain as my soft, fragile skin was slowly slid a little ways across the giant toenail's edge as she centered me against it. It felt like having the side of a fancy dining room table dragged across my naked flesh vigorously enough to leave me with a light friction burn.

The colossal goddess nodded to herself as she looked me over carefully. I felt like she was sizing me up- measuring me? For what purpose I could not even think about. It would be terribly detrimental to my poor mind to try and conjecture everything that the cruel being was capable of doing to me.

I was sideways against the huge toenail’s edge. Why would- It was obviously my height being measured against the nail’s width. It was-

No. I was simply wrong. That wasn’t at all what she was checking for. She was simply being cruel, of course. She was simply mocking my tiny, helpless size.

“You know what- this might actually work! So, I think we should do an experiment. Let's see if I can accommodate your kink in a way that I also might enjoy. I know just the thing. Julie has the perfect spot to put all of you, my dolly. It's something that I've always wished that I could do to a tiny person like you. My, what times we live in- right, Steve?”

“Mom- don't- Please, just put me down. You've got to at least try and hear me. Let's-”

I was pulled away from her toe and raised up until I floated just in front of her incredible breasts.

“You have such a pretty little body, Steve, but it’s just so delicate! Well, the only solution is to always be completely focused and patient when handling you, that’s all. Luckily for you, I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Her other hand swept down and she took hold of my limp form between both pairs of her fingers. I lay horizontally across the pads of both of her mighty thumbs as her index fingertips rested on my legs and chest. Both sets of gigantic fingers began to work me over, crushing and turning me. I could barely see or breathe at all as I was forcibly rearranged, my arms pressed against my torso and my legs straightened. The immense pillars of her beautiful fingertips collided with me, their ridges rubbed across my delicate skin and crushed me between their bulky forms. It was all seemingly without rhyme or reason to me.

She was simply quite drunk, treating me as if I could not move on my own. Above me floated my mother's gigantic smiling face, tethered like an immense balloon atop the great precipice of her shin. She dealt with my tiny and naked form almost like a roll-your-own cigarette. At one point I vomited, and my tormentor either didn't notice or ignored the thin plume of liquid that plummeted away to finally atomize into a mist just above her lap.

“You know... Before I had met your father I dated someone who had a foot fetish. I didn't realize it at first, but it wasn't long before I had figured it out. He told me one day what it was about my feet that he was so attracted to. He said that they were beautiful, but there was something more than that- something very specific about my toes. So strange, right? What a weirdo! But then again... It really got to me. Do you know why?”

Her face softened as she looked me over thoughtfully.

“When I was a little girl, I- Well, I had stopped wearing sandals in primary school because I was singled out on the playground one day. It was so stupid, as those things always are with children. I was only perhaps eight or nine years old. We were filing outside for some activity or perhaps recess and someone suddenly laughed and blurted out how funny looking they thought my feet were. The teacher had unfortunately become preoccupied with something for a few minutes. A small crowd of my classmates gathered around me in a circle to gawk at my feet as I winced bashfully. My amused classmates discussed my feet right in front of me as I stood in shock, tears streaming down my face. They finally decided on exactly what it was that made them so unusual; they realized that my big toes were large enough to be odd looking and proceeded to tease me mercilessly about them.”

The frightening goddess smiled sadly.

“Things like that can change you and it terribly affected me. Your grandmother scolded me the next morning for feigning an illness to try and avoid going to school. I didn’t want to go back ever again- I didn’t want to be in the presence of those children. That was the last time I had the courage to wear sandals until I was older. I thought- well, I thought that I was hideous, that something was wrong with my feet and that they should be hidden. To be fair, I suppose that I was a skinny little thing at that age, with disproportionately large feet, but still... My toes might have looked large at the time, but I don't at all think that they were ever freakishly huge. I'm certainly not deformed. I suppose that I rather quickly grew into my big feet over the next few years. They look fine now, obviously. Still, children can just be so cruel sometimes.”

She blew softly on my tightly held form for a moment.

“When I was about to enter college, I realized that I shouldn't be embarrassed by something that I obviously could never change about my body. I had been so self-conscious about my feet for so long, I felt like I was rebelling, like I was doing something wrong. Isn't that silly? Well, it was such a nice summer that year. I wore lots of garish, eye-catching nail polishes during that time- silvers, golds, and reds. I even went so far as to grow out my toenails a bit to draw attention to them. I even glued little plastic jewels onto my nails. People sometimes stared, of course, but I was no longer self-conscious about them. I was quite proud of them, in fact. They're a little bit of what makes me unique and they were gorgeous- at least I thought so.”

The colossal foot propped up on the coffee table wiggled it's powerful, painted toes.

“Looking back, I honestly think that's how I met the young man who had a foot fetish. He was obviously drawn to me like a magnet. He absolutely worshiped my feet, never missing an opportunity to tell me how beautiful they were- or get my toes into his mouth! I especially loved doing that with him and I've missed that ever since. He made me feel so incredibly special. I did everything that I could to keep them attractive for him. We were a pair of misfits who had found each other- at least that is how I felt at the time. That was the best sex I've ever had.”

The big toe of her foot raised, arching up away from the coffee table's edge as she looked it over happily.

“You know, I think that everything that happened today really brought that all back for me. I want you to know that you've really made me feel really special again, Steve. Even if it's just plain old pink polish. I think that it's very pretty! After all, my feet are still probably my favorite aspect of my body.”

So that was why she always had somewhat long nails on her prominent big toes. They had been the origin of a terrible embarrassment deliberately turned to a source of pride by her. That was why she obsessed over pampering her feet so much. But, what was she was going to do to me? An almost ticklish sensation of panic swept across my scalp and down my back. What was she... I blinked back tears of frustration as her vast face smirked at me trapped helplessly by her fingertips.

“For the life of me, I cannot recall my old boyfriend's last name. I’ve just blanked on it for the moment. Maybe if I don’t remember later I'll see if I have it in any of my old college stuff. I bet he would just love to be in your situation right now. Perhaps I'll look him up and rent a PMRD for a few hours. I bet he would love to be shrunk and at the mercy of- what was it that he would call them? He had a pet name for- Oh yes! 'Little Julie's big sexy toes.' Oh, so very, very appropriate for you right now, isn't it my teeny tiny dolly?” She laughed from her belly, deafening me and then mused in a quieter voice, “I wonder if he would let me do this to him? But honestly- would he even have much of a choice once he was shrunk?”

Her other hand brushed a bit of lint off the side of her big toe and it took her a moment to free the flotsam from her fingertip. I watched it finally drifted down to the carpeted floor in front of the coffee table.

“Well, I guess that now you're my very own teeny tiny little misfit, aren't you? Oh, I would love to just make it a little project to train you to adore my feet. That would make me so happy! You were right after all- no one at the hospital will ever see polish on my toes. So, I'll keep them extra nice and painted, just like I used to and we can work on getting you to appreciate them more. Maybe eventually you'll want to worship them too- because they're beautiful. Because you're a thankful little dolly.”

“I'm not staying here with you! I'm not- You're going to change me back, right? Tomorrow you'll get this sorted out, right? Mom? You have to at some point! You can't keep me, mom! You can't keep me like this! Don't you dare-”

“Well, enough about the past, back to you, Steve. Now I think that all of you should just fit. You had better relax and just keep your arms at your sides just like that or I might accidentally hurt you. Mmm, this is going to be so hot!”

I was brought down to the front of her big toe again. “You must think that my big toes in particular are absolutely colossal, don't you dolly? Of course- anyone your size naturally would. The thought of being able to dominate a tiny person with them has always been such a turn on for me! That's why I think that this is a very fitting place for your itty-bitty body to stay- at least for a little while.”

Stay? How could I-

“I've never quite understood why this has always been such an appealing idea to me, but I have no doubt it's related to that silly embarrassment I suffered when I was a little girl. You see, after that incident at school I began to have this recurring nightmare. Well, the first time it was truly a nightmare, a genuine fever dream. I had contracted a bad flu virus not long after my classmates had picked on me and that dream unfolded one night as I slept with a fever. No wonder it was so insane. But then I could not keep from having essentially the same dream about once a month or so for a very long time after that. Odd isn’t it? I wasn’t happy at all about having to revisit that bizarre scenario. Though at some point I guess that I just got used to it. I made peace with it I suppose.”

She slightly pried a thumbnail into the space just beneath the front of the long toenail, pulling away the plump flesh ever so slightly.

It felt like my hair on the back of my neck had-

No, no. I didn’t understand. My mother was simply examining something, some little detail on those gorgeous toes of hers. Some particular aspect of them that I had completely failed to appreciate. Just another impeccable detail that she obsessed entirely too much about. She was always so meticulous caring for them, but I could finally understand why to some extent.

But, what if all of me was-

“Oh, I never in a million years thought that I would actually be able to try this! So, Steve- as my very own teeny tiny person, you are going to spend some time getting closely acquainted with one of my very own beautiful giants. I'm very proud of them. My toes are very special and dear to me.”

Not just my head. My entire-

For the first few seconds I didn’t understand where the sound was coming from, but then I realized it was actually entirely from me. It sounded like the unhinged noises a terrified cat might make. Low at first, then building into a much higher pitch and volume. Crazy sounding, and it was all from me, from my throat. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t think to even try. I was too busy peering beneath of that wide overhang in terror. The cramped intersection where bulbous, pampered flesh met the extravagant shell’s curvature.

“I suppose that sometimes the first lesson in worship is respect, Steve. Although, that is often just another word for fear, isn't it? Yes. This is just perfect for that. So, let's get you nice and tucked in. You'll be just like some dirt under my pretty toenail. How very disheartening for you, but how luscious for me! Oh, you're going to be so out of your mind!”

The goddess giggled as my faint hysterical screams reached her. I looked up at her for an instant. She was smiling, her eyes glittering with excitement. Such a colossal face. I could plainly see that she was utterly enchanted with my absolute panic. She could not help but to view me as a preciously tiny creature from another world. My terrified wails were regarded by her as something magical. It was obvious that they were weak and barely perceptible peeps which she could not help but find irresistibly cute.

The goddess lightly pressed my trembling little body against the deeply ridged flesh of her big toe’s tip. My eyes were wild, darting everywhere around in terror. But, I got a good close look at the broad, gently curved overhang of keratin just above me. It looked so strong, so sturdy. Healthy. This was only because to me, well, the material composing her toenail was as thick as my wrist. As thick as the lumber one might use to build a partition wall for a room in a house.

I suffered a spasm then, almost like a single strong convulsion. My eyes rolled up in my head for a moment as I continued to screech.

My mother would lay everything out around her and then… What did that tool look like? What did she use, you know- to clean beneath of her... I couldn’t remember- was it tiny and pink, like a meal worm- like me? Was that it? You would think that it would be made of something more sensible, you know, like metal…

“This is exactly what I would dream about, Steve. This is the bizarre thing that I would do in my dream to my classmates that made fun of me so long ago. It’s shocking what the subconscious can come up with while you’re dreaming. Especially while you’re fighting off an illness. It was just always so strange. Completely insane if I’m being honest.”

Despite the fact that her face towered vertically upwards above me like a giant rock formation I was becoming accustomed to reading her expression from this angle and distance. She was seeing something far off in her mind. Her expression seemed grim, but also gentle.

“In my dream my classmates were very tiny and right in front of my toes. They were laughing and throwing rocks and their own books at them. As if they didn’t realize my big toes were much bigger than them. Of course, the dream frightened me a lot at first, actually made me sick to my stomach when I woke up from it the first time. Though, it could have been the flu I was fighting that night. I had that dream so many times. So many variations on that theme. But, the dream changed quite a bit over time. I became the one bullying them, making them cry- with my toes, of course. I think that I eventually began to find some enjoyment in the sensation of their wiggling and those tiny screams. Such magical and fragile little bodies to play with, to torment. I remember as a teen having the dream- I didn’t have it very often at all anymore by then. It no longer made me feel nauseous afterwards when I did experience it, but eventually quite the opposite. I looked forward to having it and I thought about it quite a bit. I remember waking up in a sweat and I had made a mess of my pajama bottoms. My first wet dream. That happened the last few times that I ever experienced it. I liked to think about it, about them whenever I- Well, I think you can figure that part out.”

I lowered my face down from peering up at her as she had spoke. I blinked stupidly in shock as I took in the immense, powerful looking digit that I was pressed against. I might have only been about as tall as it was thick, probably less. For some reason I briefly considered whether you were supposed to paint the underside of a nail. I simply didn’t know. My mother would know, obviously.

She always had such strong nails. Such fast growing...

My poor little- It wasn’t fair, not at all.

My bones were so incredibly delicate. Delicate in comparison to my mother’s amazingly healthy…

“It's quite tempting, you know, to fulfill my dream- now that such a technology actually exists. I'd love to just show up to a class reunion with a PMRD and zap them one by one quietly, perhaps catching them unaware if they ever went to the restrooms. Or even bide my time until they were on their way back out to their cars in the parking lot afterwards. Oh, I could have five or six little naked squeaking dollies to torment with my toes.”

She was gazing off into space for a moment, her cheeks flushed, but her expression strangely peaceful. The huge being sighed and then inhaled audibly with conviction.

“You know, the truth is I forgave all of my classmates long ago. We were all so young... I doubt any of them even remember that day and they certainly never realized how much such a deep embarrassment affected me- or for how long. But, if I’m honest, I'll really enjoy doing this to you, Steve. I know that sounds awful, but I don’t mean it like that. Even if you're not one of those people who is responsible for some of my psychological baggage you're still my little dolly. You get to be their stand-in. You get to help me fulfill a very private wish I’ve held for a long time. I’m sure you’ve figured out that this isn’t about revenge at all. That horrible day and the reoccurring nightmare changed me. This is, well, to me this is going to be incredibly intimate. Though I understand if you don’t necessarily share my point of view about the experience.”

With a nervous sigh my mother delicately wedged my quivering, naked form lengthwise beneath of the slightly long nail of her big toe. Her pinching fingers released me as soon as my torso was stuck. I was howling, completely out of my mind. My eyes were huge and bulging as I clawed ineffectually at the curve of ridged, glittering flesh that made up one side of the awful, awful crevice.

“Oh, I think you're going to be a perfect fit! Though you'll need to be arranged just right!” Her voice was quavering with excitement, with nervousness. Like someone trying to not become hysterical. “Yes, Julie has plenty of space for such a skinny little body. You know, I just love spoiling my feet, Steve. You're such a luxurious accessory for one of my big toes- the very best! A nice little toe pet is so much better than any old ordinary toe ring, that's for sure. Especially a pet that allows me to fulfill one of my most intimate fantasies.”

One monumental hand wrapped itself around the middle of her foot and I heard the couch groan as her foot was pulled upwards. She had brought her foot up closer to her, almost as if she was going to suck on her own toes. I recalled sometimes witnessing her do this exact maneuver when I was younger while she was engaged in one of her hours long beauty sessions. It was when she would become incredibly frustrated with the fidgety, imprecise lights and she would do this briefly just so that she could closely inspect something on one of her feet.

My mother's vast face loomed over the big toe trapping me and she laughed thunderously at my pitiful struggles. “I bet that it's almost like I suddenly got even larger to you just now, hmm? Do you feel even smaller tucked in here, Steve? I bet that you do!”

I gazed into her towering, confident and relaxed face as my mouth gaped like a suffocating fish. I let out an agonized, shrill scream. I knew immediately that she had heard me. I watched as that vast mouth parted slightly and she bit her bottom lip. My terror was turning her on. She was breaking me. Crushing and degrading my mind and spirit along with utterly defiling my vulnerable body.

“Aww. You poor little thing- did giant Julie put you somewhere unexpected? Sorry- I know that you don’t like this at all, but you’re going to be perfectly fine. You don’t need to worry about your safety, you know- I’m just right here, Steve- I mean... Well, you know what I mean.”

The goddess could not help but to laugh at her awkward turn of phrase.

Her other hand floated up and an index finger lowered over me, taking control of her perverse task. Her soothing, affectionate voice rolled over me while her mighty finger worked, carefully assaulting my wailing, quivering body. I was out of my mind, almost paralyzed with helplessness as the edge of that giant fingernail slowly pushed against different areas on my soft, delicate body.

“Oh, your desperate protests make this so much hotter for me, Steve! You sure know how to push my buttons, don't you? I really appreciate all of your effort! But, don't overdo it. Losing your voice before I settle down to do my business would just be wasted effort. You've got to be so exhausted by now, you poor little thing and I want to hear your little squeaks while I'm getting myself off.”

I stared wide eyed into her vast, amused face as her thunderous voice hammered against my skin. There was no reprieve possible for me, no escape. I knew that I had to hold it together. I knew that I couldn't panic. People could actually die of fright in real life from a sort of stress-induced cardiac arrest. That could not be my fate. I had to survive this. I had to get back to my real size and get away from her!

“Come on now, dolly- work with me! Just straighten that little leg for me, okay? I’d hate to accidentally break any of those tiny little bones of yours with my fingernail. This is supposed to be a present for me, this is supposed to be nice.”

My fragile form was carefully and slowly driven sideways into the sour crevice beneath of her toenail. She methodically tamped me into place as I wept.

“You know- I had to act so hesitantly at first when you suggested your stupid idea. I really didn't want you to find out that your own mother has a kink about dominating tiny people. You wouldn't believe the things I fantasize about sometimes- or maybe you would? Well, all I know is that this has really worked out in the end- for both of us, hasn't it?”

The colossal finger drifted away and out of the corner of my eye I could see her mouth glide in closer to the crevice I lay cruelly wedged within. Her giant lips hovered just beyond where I was trapped and her mouth widened as it arched upwards into a grin.

“This is the best Mother's Day ever, Steve,” the giant mouth thundered. My tiny bones shook with the immense vibrations of her deep voice and I screamed hoarsely. “You're unbelievably cute tucked under there.”

She softly kissed my partially exposed body and her hot breath filled my flattened, crescent shaped prison. “Hmm... You know what? Now that I'm actually looking so closely, I think that my toenails look quite nice! You did a very good job, and that's particularly high praise coming from me.”

Her mouth lifted away from where I lay trapped and I could only see her towering neck and the overhang of her jaw. She was doing something, I could hear some object scrape lightly for a moment across the coffee table.

“I want to commemorate this, Steven. After all, you’re helping me to live out a sexual fantasy I’ve had since I was a teenager. Ah, now let’s see.”

A familiar metallic click caused me to flinch in my smelly prison.

My blood turned to ice as my huge, brand new camera floated into view.  Just beyond it was her gloating face. The device glided in closer, then back out again slightly until she found the right distance. Then the lens held quite steadily outside of my personal hell.

“Just look at that!” the terrible goddess gushed over-enthusiastically, “My toenails look so nice. What a wonderful Mother’s Day present! But, what’s that? Under there? Can you see that slender little pale thing? That’s my second Mother’s Day present- my real present.”

My tears grew heavier as I stared into the black rimmed porthole of the camera. She was adding the final scene to my video. Showing the result of what can ultimately happen if you foolishly shrink yourself around her- she might not be able to resist the urge to just keep you.

The vast being continued thunderously speaking for the benefit of the camera, but I was mentally elsewhere. Tears were streaming down my face as I fought to breathe in the grip of giant flesh and flint hard keratin. She poked once at me mockingly with a fingernail but I did not give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

Her foot was eventually released and it sped away from her face to land with a bone jarring quake on it's heel against the coffee table's top. The colossal being leaned forward, arranging the camera on the table, making sure it had a good view. She laughed deafeningly as she spotted my tiny head gawking at her in terror, just visible beyond the edge of her toenail. She gracefully reached one hand out over me with her index finger extended.

“Just one more careful little nudge and you'll be nice and snug, all tucked away. Besides, I can't have you peeking at me while I do my thing- call me shy. Though, I am going to film myself using this nice camera of yours. We’re going to make some Mother’s Day porn, Steve. Our own little film! Isn’t this just the perfect ending to your little stunt? Though, I’m not sure how evident it’s going to be that you’re even in front of the camera with me. Oh well. I’m just an amateur at all of this. I’m sure your sister could do a much better job at composing the shot.”

I weakly groaned as the pad of her finger impacted against the edge of her toenail right next to me. The colossal digit lifted and curled in on itself as the tip of it's fingernail drifted over me, seeking my little head. My last glimpse of my frightening mother before the edge of her nail delicately pushed my head and shoulders into place was of her smiling happily as she pinched one of her gigantic, hard nipples.

“There- I think that I'm all done and it’s time to enjoy my final Mother’s Day present! I've managed to kill two birds with one stone, Steve! You get to be marinated in my wonderful foot smell and I get to humble a teeny-tiny little bug-person with my gigantic and powerful body. Mmm!”

The world spun as the goddess flexed her toes with a drunken purr. My stomach flopped as my nasty prison accelerated downwards to land with a crash. Her foot had been placed onto the floor. Beyond the wide overhang a cloud of dust swept outward above the carpet of the living room. Despite my panic, I was rational enough to spot my now out-of-scale socks, shoes and the torn scraps of my tiny jumpsuit discarded among the other detritus littering the space just in front of my mother's colossal toes. There was a rustling and for a moment the world outside of the terrible crevice turned blindingly white. I knew that she had discarded her panties onto the floor.

“Oh my god, I'm so fucking wet right now, Steve. I can feel you under there, you know. It’s wonderful!”

Another gut wrenching movement from the foot trapping me ended with a monstrous thud and a view of the coffee table's edge. The big toe slowly scrunched and my vulnerable body was squeezed between toenail and sticky flesh as the plump behemoth compressed onto itself.

The pad of a huge finger grazed across my exposed back side, “Comfortable?” the cruel goddess thundered, “I really want to know that you're there. Struggle for me. Don't you want to get out from under there? Hmm? It's got to reek. Or do you actually like being your own mother's toe jam?”

The fingertip slowly pressed against my body, crushing my face and chest further under the hot and sticky projection as I screamed.

“Oh yes! That's better! God, that's good! Mmm, just like that!”

The finger disappeared and a moment later the goddess blew out air from her mouth like a runner seeking a rhythm to their breathing. I knew without a doubt what she was doing. The colossal toe trapping me stroked softly across the coffee table's edge as her breathing grew louder.

“Hey now! I told you to squirm, didn't I, little dolly?” Her mighty big toe pressed authoritatively against the top of the coffee table, causing me to cry out and struggle as my entire body was compressed. “Such nice little terrified squeaks,” she rumbled, “Such a teeny tiny... Mmm.”

Panting filled the air as the couch began to rhythmically groan in response to her activities.

I began to hyperventilate as I struggled. After only a few minutes in panic and unable to free myself I was becoming light-headed. The world outside of my sticky prison was upended and then with a quake I was suddenly confronted with the sheen of the vast coffee table's wooden top. My cum-soaked boxer shorts lay crumpled and abandoned a short distance away from her stupendous digit. I was compressed, unmercifully crushed and I fought once again to free myself.

“That's right. Struggle. For Julie.” She muttered between gasps. “For giant Julie.” I heard a thunderous moan. The digit was slowly dragged backwards until it rested against the decorated edging that framed in the table's top.

“I don't want to...” I mumbled, as her mammoth big toe arched up away from the table's edge for a moment, becoming a plump, pleasant tower, “I don't want to be your... I just... It's Mother's Day and... Oh god... I just wanted to be famous.” Tears flowed from my stinging eyes as I sobbed hysterically.

The big toe slowly scrunched against itself, compressing me tightly as I screamed again. A frightening, unnaturally deep moan filled the air, drowning out my weak voice. Everything shook as the powerful, thick digit crashed back to the table's edge.

“So fragile and so frightened,” she cooed throatily. “Well, Julie has you now. I own you. My toes owns you. You're mine now, little bug.”

Another thunderous moan rumbled overhead.

“I'm not a bug!” I shrieked, “Please, you can't make me- I'm not a bug now! I'm not a bug now! Mom, I'm-”

But, I was a bug. I was now just my mother Julie's very own delicate and helpless little pet bug, and she was masturbating about that very fact.

“Those little- Ahh! Those frightened little- squeaks are- Oh god! They’re- Fuck… They’re such a turn on to me!”

The immense digit pressed slowly against the wooden plain of the tabletop once again.

“Squeak-” she thundered breathlessly between low-pitched gasps, “Squeak for me- I want you to-”

With a great shiver of my abused body the world grew dark.

20. Beddy-Bye by V11

It was thunder that woke me. In my bewildered state, I had no idea where I was. I only knew that I was trapped, the front of my body wedged into a stiflingly hot place whilst my back was bathed in cool air. 

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I croaked. I realized that my right arm was completely numb. It was awkwardly stretched out over my head and crammed into this tight space. I tried to move it and the fierce pins and needles sensation caused me to flinch. Suddenly everything shifted violently- my mysterious prison was in motion! There was a deep booming sound which shook me to my core and then everything was silent and still once again. 

As I listened to the sound of my own frightened breathing, my mind raced, trying to make sense of my surroundings- was this a building that had collapsed from an earthquake? No, I realized, there was no brick dust, no debris. 

Something was wrong with how my memory worked, I could recall that much. That didn't help me at all and it didn't make sense. What good was it to remember that you could not remember?

This smell, what was it? The terrible, hot floor pressing me into the hard roof was sticky and it might have been the source of the terrible stench. Though it seemed hardly possible, I realized that the floor was actually alive. It was as if someone had stuffed me into an industrial vat of fermenting bread dough. No, it wasn't that simple, this was more like flesh. I could feel a throb echo through the humid surface beneath of me like the ticking of a clock- like an immense pulse drumming out against my skin. What animal alive today was so large that a human being might be so dwarfed in it's presence? What animal alive today was so huge as to be unidentifiable by sight? Perhaps I was dying in the mouth of a whale, but that was not right- no living whale smelled like this! 

I heard something like a thunder clap, deafening to me even deep in my prison. No thunder sounded like that- it was more like something from a movie, a sound too unrecognizably complex for nature to be it's source. 

The light behind me was blotted out suddenly and a rough, leathery surface pressed against the back of my entire body. I was forced even more tightly into this narrow space and I cried out in surprise as the unseen surface slid across me. It was as if an elephant were scratching it's flank using my unprotected and trapped backside. I teared up in frustration and tried to thrash, unfortunately smearing a fetid paste which thinly clung to the steamy surfaces surrounding me onto my face.

“Please!” I cried weakly, “Somebody help me! What has happened to-” 

More odd thunderous sounds and yet the ominous booms coalesced. They were transformed into an impossibly loud and deep voice. A voice so familiar to me... It was the voice of a god… No, a goddess, distinctly feminine despite the distorted, smooth bass of it.  It was...

With a jolt everything came back to me. My descent into this living hell. I had wanted to become famous. It had been so desperate and stupid. I managed to convince my mother to shrink me down to half the size of her thumb. In my shrunken state I painted her toenails for Mother's Day, capturing my so-called generous and loving act on film. I had wanted it to go viral- and it most likely would have. But, I had not at all factored in my mother. She simply couldn't resist when presented with the opportunity. But, even being nearly the size of her thumb at the time, I wasn't small enough for what she ultimately had in mind. 

Why did I have to struggle so much to remember what had happened to me sometimes? Was it a consequence of being shrunk to such a small size? Was it because my mother had reset the PMRD, therefore subtly messing up my mind? Ultimately it didn't matter. It was just another part of the hell I had to endure.

I was now the size of a large bug and in my own mother's clutches. My fragile, naked body had been delicately yet cruelly tortured and violated by her. But, that degradation and perversion wasn't nearly enough for her. She was completely insane. My entire form had been carefully inserted sideways beneath one of her toenails- so that she could then pleasure herself while savouring the supreme domination and physical humiliation that she had inflicted upon me. 

“Oh god, no,” I croaked as the absolute horror of my situation swept over me. I was just a delicate living novelty that had been tucked away, hidden as just a small, barely noticeable detail on one of her ostentatious feet.

The only evidence of my existence to the outside world would merely be one of my tiny lower legs and a single twitching arm. My limbs would rightfully look as if they belonged to a painted miniature replica of a person taken from some scale model kit purchased at a hobby store. Both of my tiny appendages were probably barely visible, even at the proper angle to even see them at all. They dangled like very short twigs, like bug legs, just peeking out from beneath one of those quite distinctive, tastefully long toenails that the diminutive, middle aged blonde woman sported on her stunning, incredibly soft feet. It must have almost looked like her big toe was caught in mid-action devouring my naked body, like some sort of an elegant wading bird swallowing a fish.

She had masturbated on her couch with me trapped like that.

She had masturbated on her couch because she had trapped me like that- on Mother's Day.

I squeezed shut my eyes as I pulled my chin down onto my chest tightly. My fists clenched as a hot, all-pervading anguish swept over me, disrupting my breathing with painful, desperate sobs.

“What am I going to... What am I... Oh, please...”

There was never an elephant rubbing against my exposed backside. As if on cue the mighty finger returned to stroke my tiny ass and the soles of my trapped feet accessible beneath of the toenail. I moaned in anguish as I strained to free myself. I very quickly tired, I had to give up and I lay there panting while blinking away tears from my eyes.  

My stomach fluttered as the space which held me was suddenly in motion, moving rapidly upward. Wind rushed audibly across the file-shaped edge of her long toenail and buffeted my naked backside. I shifted as well as I could, turning my head to look out at the world past the bulging flesh. A moment later I could see fleeting glimpses of the features on her enormous face as her foot was pulled upwards very close to it. A sampling of pleated lip flesh, little golden hairs studding a septum as big as I was, then quickly a frightening nostril before a great expanse of the oil-shined flesh of her cheek. Then a single colossal green eye confronted me.

Thunder shook me and stung my exposed skin. It was a delighted chuckle.

The frightening eye flitted back and forth over my trapped, uncomfortable form. It stopped and I could not help but tremble. I had realized that the cruel, self-indulgent goddess was most likely looking directly at my red and sweaty face. I stared into the depths of that enormous, black pupil. I saw no hints of any humanity staring back at me from within that endless, black well. An unimaginable and perverse monster out of a fever dream had me.

“Please,” I croaked, “you've got to get me-”

“Oh, my teeny tiny bug boy!” Her words caused my teeth to vibrate and I wondered if I was going to chip several of them all at once. “That was just amazing!” My ears popped from the pressure directed into the little space where I was hidden. I was sobbing and I squeezed shut my eyes. “Now, let's see if I can just get you out of there.”

The tip of a healthy fingernail invaded the smelly crevice and the edge of it raked across my tightly compacted form. She was almost bruising me with it and I began shrieking in panic as the hellish situation I found myself in became potentially life threatening.

“You're going to break my bones, mom! You're going to-”

“Oh, you really don't like that, do you? I'm sorry Steve! I just can't see well enough to grab anything. Well... How about if I very carefully just...”

The fingernail gently forced it's way into the crevice that held me, wiggling sideways as it slowly pushed it's way in. It slid a little ways in between my soft little naked body and the hot flesh beneath of me. I felt like I was being flattened, compressed up against the terrible toenail's underside. Beyond the convex and bowed length of her invading fingernail, her green eye was unreadable. Her eye was just so close and I couldn't even see her eyelids that framed it to give me any sort of emotional clues.

“Oh god! Please, don't crush me mom!”

“That won't work either. Hmm.” Her fingernail pulled away and I could suddenly breathe easily once again. The eye sped away and was replaced by a constantly moving wall of her blonde hair. She was looking somewhere else beyond her toes. “Oh! I know! Now, where is that little... Ah! Yes, that looks even safer than a toothpick!”

Her eye suddenly hovered beyond the crevice once again and her huge, oddly perfect fingertips floated into view holding something. My miniature paint brush slid into the sticky, almost leathery and oyster-like prison that held me. It forced my legs apart as it slid between them like a giant pry bar.

“There we go. This is simple and actually quite safe. I was afraid for just a moment there that I would not be able to do this with you ever again. That would have made me very sad. I absolutely loved this.”

I grimaced, wide eyed with fear at her words. I couldn't control my trembling as I stared into the black pupil framed in by the vividly green, strand-like striations of her iris.

“You can't- You can't- I don't- Oh god-”

My left leg was dragged free of the crevice by the wooden handle of the dollhouse paintbrush and then entirely captured in a hot, dense vice of well hydrated flesh. 

“There's a tiny leg! Such cute little dolly legs, mmm.” 

A moment later I was dragged free and I found myself swinging upside down in the cold air. I momentarily caught a glimpse of the colossal, immaculately kept toes that I had just been freed from. They were floating slightly lower than I was, bolstered upwards from beneath by my mother’s other giant hand wrapped around the midsection of her foot. Then the foot plummeted away from me, downward at an unbelievable speed. I was buffeted by almost hurricane force winds created by her retreating limb as I dangled between her fingertips. Then I was lowered so fast that I couldn't focus my eyes, but I knew that I was following the same path her retreating foot had just taken. I descended through the thick air as below me her foot came to rest on the edge of the coffee table.

Everything slowed down once again and my head and shoulders collided with the pastel pink surface of her big toe's nail. My sweaty upper body was dragged, squeaking noisily across the smooth paint before the frightening fingertips holding my legs parted. I landed in a heap onto an enormous, convexly bowed toenail that encompassed about the same area as a king-sized bed.

I could not keep from violently trembling from the shock of what I had been through. I was in a bad state, my whole body hurt and I was sparsely covered in a thin layer of smelly, greasy filth and pebble sized bits of dust and flotsam. I felt like I was almost unable to catch my breathe as short, pitiful noises issued from my mouth all on their own.

I must have looked like some sort of a victim of violence, of war, but shrunk and strangely out of place. A tiny and naked refugee with haunted eyes perched like a nervous bug on a luxuriously maintained feminine foot that looked to be straight out of a commercial for skincare products.

The prodigious big toe I lay upon flexed upward slightly. My nude body slid noisily across the pink shield until my feet collided with the huge, pristine cuticle circling it's base. I stared in mute horror at the semicircular ledge which framed in her immense toenail. My bare feet resting there made it look like some stylish swell of bodywork that belonged on an outlandishly expensive luxury boat. This was the cuticle, I realized. This was where I had been so foolish as to touch her right after I had completed painting her toenails. My fingertips had trailed across this well hydrated flesh while my cock had quickly hardened. Had I doomed myself to this hell in that moment? Had I ultimately caused all of this myself? A deep, thunderous chuckle vibrated the air around me. I didn't want to look at her, but I did it anyways. 

My mother's now entirely naked body towered upward beyond my perch like some nightmarish castle made out of middle-aged femininity. Even though she was sitting, her form was too large for my eyes to take in all at once. The huge toe I lay upon was obviously attached to a foot and that particular foot rested it's heel on the edge of the couch. Her shin soared upwards in front of me like a bronze tower. Her leg was tightly folded and pulled up against her snugly. The tremendous thigh was pressed against one mammoth breast and the deity's distant flushed face peered down at me from atop her knee. 

The smell of her sex hung so heavily in the air that I could almost taste it. I retched and covered my mouth as a cantaloupe-sized droplet of sweat raced down the looming tower of bronze shin just in front of me and settled onto the vast instep of her foot. It was then when I finally saw it. Her colossal, glistening pussy was the backdrop for the foot I rested upon. This foot's heel was pulled up tightly against her buttock, resting right next to her vast crotch.

I began to violently tremble as quiet mewling noises strained painfully to leave my throat. I was transfixed, almost paralyzed as I gazed at the living cliff of glossy, rosy flesh and matted, froth flecked hair. 

Far above me the goddess giggled and I sensed movement in the air overhead. A vast hand lowered and an elegant finger ran lazily across the flushed and drenched lips. It was such a simple movement of sane and relatively normal things, but to me at this scale it was almost like watching an iceberg separate away from a glacier. I was babbling as I clamped my hands to the sides of my head and a wave of absolute terror shook my bruised, exhausted body. At my tiny size and close proximity I could not help but hear every audible detail of each slimy squelch her immense finger's exploration produced.

My eyes traveled past her hand, up the soft tower of stomach and over those colossal breasts. Each one presented a nipple to the fragrant, musky air that was as large as I was. My gaze finally settled on her face. My towering, sweaty mother smiled down on me as she lightly stroked the engorged, slick flesh between her shapely, colossal legs.

I could easily read the subtle emotion running beneath the surface of her distant expression, after all, I had known this person my entire life. She was trying her utmost to be self confident in her own nakedness being on display, stubbornly willing herself to push through her natural shyness. The goddess pouted seductively and then cooed, rumbling like a distant thunderstorm. She was trying to look sexy for me, even though it was supremely inappropriate and she was at the moment an unkempt, sweat glazed mess. As I watched, I felt my throat try to close as a terrible panic overwhelmed me.

My realization was horrible to me. For a brief moment I knew that I had just witnessed a struggle with herself to overcome being naked in front of her own son. I had been thought of as myself by her, my old self, at least slightly, and her own shyness had almost won out. But I was really just a wetly gleaming pink thing perched despondently on one of her pretty toenails. That struggle in her mind had ended just as soon as I was aware that it was even happening.

“Do you like what you see, my little doll?” the goddess rumbled with a shy smile.

I shivered with unanswered, unused adrenaline. I was simply a tiny bug to her, perhaps even less than that. After all, bugs had armor and were quite strong and capable for their size. They were quite independent. But I was no longer independent. I would die rather quickly without the cruel attention of this middle aged deity. I wanted to hurl myself off of her toe but I steeled myself to deal with the horror of my predicament. I needed her to survive like this. No matter the cost to my mind, my sanity, I needed to stay very close to her or even on her gigantic body. Because for however long she kept me like this I was completely helpless and absolutely vulnerable. She was my goddess in a very real sense now and I risked everything if I forgot that.

I knew that if she were to turn away, to ignore me or leave me somewhere, even for a moment... I had seen a spider or two in her house in the past. Also, I had sometimes spotted houseflies, of course. No matter how clean or tidy a home might be kept these things occasionally just happened. It wasn't anyone's fault, just chance. It was simply because there were windows and doors on a home. Those insects, even the houseflies, if I encountered any of them...

I shivered. My delicate flesh would offer no resistance to the nightmarish cheliceral pincers and plunging, sucking mouth parts of these ordinary, everyday monsters. My diminutive legs would not be able to out distance any buzzing predator or crafty, creeping opportunist. My tiny form was completely out of all natural context at this size. I would physically never be able to thwart an insect that had inherited millions of years of perfected evolution to function efficiently at this scale. I needed to keep my mother’s constant attention and guardianship so that she would keep me safe. Living as this depraved entity’s tiny plaything for merely the cost of my sanity was an immeasurably better outcome than being devoured by any nightmarish, miniature wildlife that might accidentally be roaming the interior of her home.

But that wasn't it at all. No. My long game. Enduring this hell so- I needed her so that I could return to- So that my mother could undo... But she had a perverse, hidden sexual fantasy to be gigantic, like something out of a fairy tale. Why would she ever grow me back now? I folded up and fell onto my face, wrapping my arms tightly around my own torso as I shook. 

“Oh, just look at you! Are you worshiping your beautiful goddess, Steve? You're so cute! I could just eat you all up!” 

A shadow covered me but I was too shell-shocked to pay it any attention. 

“I bet you'll like this, my little toe toy. Another taste of me, Steve, just for you. This will be the best taste yet.” I was gently crushed beneath of her gigantic, glistening fingertip and my bones groaned from the strain put upon them. The pad of her finger stroked across me slowly and affectionately as I struggled in berserk terror. I slid helplessly back and forth across her toenail, pushed and pulled by the actions of her wet digit. She delicately and lovingly deposited a hot, musky slime onto my body. 

As the finger lifted from me I fought to get away. I groaned in despair as my gluey limbs floundered desperately. I was helplessly plastered to her huge toenail by her own juices. My tiny body couldn't break the glossy, hot ooze anchoring me to the garishly pink carapace.

“Oh my! I didn't realize that- did giant Julie accidentally glue you to her toenail? Sorry, Steve- I’m very tired now and rather tipsy. I completely forgot about how sticky you can get. Oh, that's just so cute! Wow, you're really on there, aren't you?”

Thunder tore across the sky as the giant, beautiful toes flexed and then slowly wiggled. I was hoarsely screaming as the world around me careened. My cries were abruptly cut off as I inadvertently tasted the dense sludge and began to gag.

“You don't look good like that. You're all clumped up.” The goddess rumbled as she looked me over from beyond her knee. A hand lowered over the foot I lay plastered to. “Let's make make you a bit more pleasing to the eye, Steve. You know, I might still be just a bit obsessive about making my toes look presentable.” A fingernail rolled me onto my back, inadvertently planting me into the center of the puddle of hot slime.

The sweaty, tired looking giantess took her time, amusing herself by carefully spreading my limbs out across the nail of her big toe with slow and precise movements of a giant fingertip. “Such tiny arms and legs. I always have to be so careful not to break your itty-bitty bones.” I was gently glued, spread-eagle and face up to her toenail. The edge of her fingernail played with my cock for a moment, almost bruising it before her hand flew back to it's perch atop her distant knee.

The goddess was smiling down on me as her big toe flexed again. She began to laugh, “There, now that's a nice Mother's Day gift! Very stylish! Your tiny body makes such a nice decoration! Well, it seems that you've gone from being a starving artist painting your mommy's toenails to your entire tiny body becoming actual nail art for me! Do you think that this might make you famous, Steve? Should I turn on your camera again?” My cruel mother laughed again from her belly, filling the air with the deep boom of her voice. In the very next moment the colossal woman was yawning. 

She shook her immense head, “That's it then, I can't stay awake any longer, Steve. We've had an excellent evening, haven't we? But, it's time for me to get ready for bed.” I watched as she smiled down on me, glassy-eyed and then I plummeted away from her to the floor. The yacht-sized foot I was adhered to touched down onto the carpet and the impact was enough to hurt my ears and almost knock me unconscious with the collision. 

A hand lowered, pretty fingertips poised to cruelly trap my tiny body between the tips of her nails but then she hesitated and withdrew her arm. The mighty toe I lay upon arched upwards for a moment as she deliberated. “Oh, I worry too much sometimes. You seem fine there, you're glued down nicely to my toenail. I don't think you'll be going anywhere at all if I walk to the bathroom with you there.” 

The couch protested ominously as the goddess stood up from it. Due to my tiny size, her body immediately distorted, becoming almost entirely gargantuan, monumental bronze legs, surmounted by a tiny and distant torso and an even smaller head.

I weakly spit out slime thinned by my own saliva, and I pleaded with the towering goddess above me, but she couldn't hear my cries. “Please mom, please pick me up! Carry me in your hand! Please don't walk with me down here! You might catapult me off of- You're going to lose me in the carpet! You're going to lose me in the carpet and if there are bugs I'll...” I was obviously less than human in her eyes now so there never would have been a reprieve for me even if she could comprehend my protests. 

“Well then, hold on my teeny tiny doll! Your Goddess is going to walk now.” 

Adhered face up and forced to stare into the sky above, I was a captive and tormented witness to the majesty and absolute might of my own very average mother. Soft and middle-aged, the naked giantess was 125 meters (410 feet) of thundering, shaking flesh. Each tremendous footfall tore the breath from my body, sending brutal acoustic ripples through my tiny skeleton and caused my vision to distort into black motes. Halfway down the hallway I had slid from the bowed apex of her long toenail and I now lay like a tattered bit of snot against the bulge of flesh at the side of her nail. 

As her footsteps slowed on the bathroom's tiles I was shaken downwards to the plump side of her colossal big toe. The amount of force expelled from the impact of her steps was greater here and I struggled in vain to rip my limbs free of the thick juices plastering me to her flesh. I wondered grimly if I was going to be violently rattled apart. I dragged in huge breaths as I wept like a baby. With each explosive footfall and the sudden violent bulging of her toe's pad, I continued to slowly slide down the digit's stout circumference. I almost felt feverish from the repeated impacts, my ears were filled with a fierce buzzing sound and I marveled at how unnaturally bright the bathroom's light truly was.

As the bulging wall of flesh fattened once again from the outcome of taking her incredible weight, I slid free of her big toe. The slime coating me instantly adhered me to the tile. I watched as those mighty feet and nicely shaped bronze calves took one more thunderous step. The golden charm bracelet on her ankle tinkled like a disturbed music box as she came to a stop. The goddess bent almost double at her waist as a lovely hand lowered, seeking my tiny form. 

“Now... Hold on! Where are you?” she thundered, as incredible fingers examined her long, meaty big toe. Her toes lifted free of the floor and flexed apart. Her index finger probed gently in between her other smaller toes, looking for her tiny lost pet. Finally her digit cautiously swept across the underside of her big toe's nail and I twitched slightly as I tried to resist a giddy, horrible panic from the sight. “Where is my little dolly? Why don't I feel you anywhere?”

Her distant head turned as she scanned the floor around her feet. “Steven! Steven? Oh! There you are! How did you end up back there?”

I watched as those vast, powerful feet turned in place. She took a single, graceful step towards me. In an instant her gigantic, yet distant feet were transformed by my point of view and her sheer scale. They became the intimidating curved walls of colossal toes, hammering down suddenly just in front of me. The resulting quake caused me to cry out in pain as it reverberated through the tiles and into my tiny bones.

As I gawked at the looming, bulging tips of my mother's lovely toes, I realized that my cock was fully hard now and throbbing. Why did this keep happening to me? Perhaps I was aroused because of my insignificance, because of the danger? I tried once again to free myself from the slime adhering me to the porcelain, but it was too much for my feeble muscles.

“I was worried for a moment, Steve. I thought I had lost you somehow,” a voice thundered in the sky far above the magnificent row of digits. “Laying there, you look just like a little bug.”

The foot closest to me lifted free of the floor. The floating, high-arched colossus tilted, toes pointing downward, before it glided over my prone body.

“Hold still for me, dolly. Don't run away. Oh, it looks like you're stuck!” A thunderous giggle filled the air. “I guess you can't run after all. Poor little thing.”

As I begged for her to just stop and pick me up, her big toe parted ways with it's smaller siblings. The powerful digit lowered and it managed to nudge me with it's slightly long toenail without crushing me into a paste. The towering, naked goddess was smiling as she pushed my fragile body in a tiny circle. She was playing with me as if I was a piece of trash she had just found. Like I was simply an insignificant and forgettable impromptu toy made of a bit of tangled discarded hair at the mercy of her enormous toe. At the mercy of one of Julie's beautiful giants, as she had called them. The thought of this made me even harder.

“Tiny dolls have no business being on the floor all alone, Steve,” she thundered. The foot pulled back and landed with a crash, but her long and stout big toe was still held up off of the floor. The immense foot pivoted until I was directly underneath her arched toe, now suddenly covered by it's ominous shadow.

The distant face grinned at my predicament before booming with a laugh. “You wouldn't last very long without your goddess. No, not very long at all, teeny-tiny thing.”

She was smiling happily as the digit slowly lowered onto me, the huge ridges pressing uncomfortably into my delicate skin. It stayed there for a moment, pinning my entire body against the cold tile. I was fine for a few seconds, even happy to experience her frightening, unstoppable touch once again on my pitiful body. Then the reality of everything overwhelmed me and I begged her to stop. I babbled hysterically as I lay brutally immobilized, clad in the cold slime of her body and burnt from above by the vast, curved flesh of one of her terrifying big toes.

The gargantuan digit slid sideways across me, causing me to see stars and almost black out for a moment. I realized that I was suddenly being lifted into the air. I was stuck to the pad of my mother's big toe like a bug!

“Aww, you're all sticky!”

An earsplitting giggle echoed through the little room as the plump pad slowly wiggled. I felt ill, motion sick as I slowly slid down the convex and ridged enormity. It was all too much for me. My abused cock shot strings of semen out, to land on the tile below, hidden by the shadowy silhouette cast from her over sized digit.

“Even though you fell off my toe, that wasn't so bad, was it? No, that was just fine. I'm very careful with you, aren't I?” she whispered to me. The powerful big toe reared upwards, exposing it’s great pad to the encroaching fingers dropping down out of the sky. Cruel fingernails gently closed against my plastered and twisted body. “First, let's get you cleaned up. You're all dirty, aren't you? I cannot abide having a dirty toy, especially you.”