Downsized Son.pdf

"Mom, no!" The words came out in a panicked squeak from little Tommy's mouth as he cowered in the corner, desperately trying to make himself smaller. At only an inch tall now, it wasn't hard.

His mother Barbara stood over him, her large wooden clogs dwarfing his miniature body. A wicked grin spread across her face, her eyes glinting with dark delight. "Oh Tommy, what have you done to yourself?" she asked in mock concern. "You know I have a bit of a...crush fetish. And now you're just so small and fragile!"

Tommy's eyes went wide with terror as his mother slowly raised one heavy clog. The polished brown wood loomed over him, blotting out the light. He could see every detail of the intricate carvings and the worn sole, knowing it was about to become the last thing he'd ever see.

"Please Mom," he begged, his tiny voice shaking. "I'm sorry for shrinking myself! I didn't mean to be so small in front of you. Don't crush me!"

Barbara threw her head back and laughed, a rich, dark sound. "Oh Tommy, you know you love it. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be helpless beneath my feet?"

She pressed the ball of her foot down, the edge of the clog kissing Tommy's miniscule head. He let out a squeal of fear, the pressure immense even with barely any weight behind it. His skull creaked under the immense force.

"I've always dreamed of doing this," Barbara hissed, slowly increasing the pressure. Her clog ground down, flattening Tommy's head, his body flopping and twitching beneath her like a bug. "Crushing my tiny, pathetic son into nothing. Feeling you pop and splatter between my toes."

Tommy could only gurgle in response, his eyes bulging as his head deformed, skin splitting and oozing fluids. His mother's delighted laugh filled his ears as his world went dark and his consciousness faded, his last thought that maybe this is what he deserved. Maybe he did want to be crushed by his own mother's feet...