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It was a bright morning and I was still half asleep as I lounged around in my pajamas. My mother Susan was puttering around the house in her high-heeled wooden clogs, going about her daily routine. I didn't pay much attention to her, zoning out to the sound of her footsteps clacking against the hardwood floors.

Suddenly, there was a strange blinding flash of light! I felt a bizarre sensation wash over me, like I was being shrunk down to the size of an insect. When the light faded, I was stunned to discover my new tiny perspective. The room had transformed into a cavernous space, every object now towering over my minuscule body. And there, standing beside me, was one of my mother's enormous clogs, each one as tall as a house to me.

I tried to speak but my voice was too small to be heard. My mother continued on, blissfully unaware of my predicament as she stepped right over where I stood, her giant sole blotting out the sun. I watched helplessly as she headed to the kitchen, panicking at how to get her attention.

Rising to my feet, I scurried after her, struggling to stay upright as the ground vibrated with each heaving step. When we reached the kitchen, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was going to have to find a way to climb up to her attention level. Spotting a chair, I started furiously ascending the wooden slats, my little hands and feet straining with the exertion.

As I climbed, my perspective changed, affording me a shocking view up the gap between my mother's legs. I was treated to a sprawling panorama of her curvy thighs and buttocks, her skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings. Sheer black thigh-highs hugged her legs, and I could make out the lacy edges of a garter belt. Higher still, I spotted the hem of her panties, the black silk material clinging to her most intimate areas.

I felt my face flush and my body tingle as I drank in the erotic sight before me, my tiny cock stiffening in my pajamas. I knew it was wrong to ogle my own mother this way, but I couldn't tear my eyes away, captivated by her raw sensuality. Reaching the top of the chair, I teetered precariously, knowing I had to attract her attention before I lost my balance.

Raising my arms, I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted at the top of my lungs. "Moooom! Can you hear me? It's me, help!" But my cries were too faint, drowned out by the sound of the refrigerator humming. Throwing caution to the wind, I squeezed through a gap between two chair slats, dropping down to land on the plush carpet beside the table.

I looked up the leg of the chair to see my mother's clog swinging towards me, its heel as big as a car tire. I tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to go. The bottom of her shoe smashed into me, the wind knocked out as I was crushed beneath its unforgiving mass. Gasping for breath, I struggled to free myself, but it was no use. The clog pressed down harder and I felt my bones snap and organs rupture, my body giving way as I was ground into paste.

The last thing I saw was the contrasting black sole of my mother's wooden clog an inch from my crushed face, blotting out all light. I knew it was over and that I would die in this undignified manner, my mother unknowingly killing me. As my vision faded to black, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal at being snuffed out by her massive foot, a perverted part of me relishing the morbid eroticism of it all.

My final thought was that maybe this was a fitting end, given my growing fetish for my mother's feet and body. The clog continued its inexorable pressure, my consciousness slipping away as I was slowly crushed into nothingness. And then, at last, there was silence.