Mom's Foot Slave.pdf

Young Tommy always felt unappreciated by his mother Mildred. He tried his best to help out around the house and make her proud. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never seem to measure up in her eyes.

One sunny day, Tommy decided to surprise his mom by tidying up the kitchen. He hummed cheerfully to himself as he washed the dishes, swept the floor, and put away the groceries. Finishing up, he rewarded himself with an apple cider from the fridge.

As he leaned against the counter sipping his drink, he heard his mother's familiar clopping sound as she strode into the kitchen. Mildred was a tall, voluptuous woman, and she loved showing off her chunky legs in short skirts and high heeled shoes. Today she wore a ruffled crimson number that ended mid thigh, paired with black fishnet stockings and towering wooden clogs. Her heavy footfalls shook the floorboards.

"Oh Tommy! You cleaned up so nice," Mildred gushed, reaching out to pinch his cheek. "My sweet boy."

Tommy blushed and smiled up at her. "Thanks Mom. I just wanted to help out is all."

She winked and ruffled his hair. "Well aren't you a good son! Now, could you be a dear and get Mommy's purse from the living room?"

"Sure thing!" Tommy chirped. He set his cider down and scampered off to fetch her handbag.

Mildred slowly sipped a glass of water, staring down pensively as she swallowed. Setting it in the sink, she absently ground her huge clodhopper shoe into a sticky patch on the floor, trying to scrape it off the glued-on sole.

Suddenly she felt a squishy but unyielding lump under her wooden heel. "Oof!" Mildred grunted, shifting her foot around trying to dislodge the obstruction. "What in the world..."

She raised her foot up, and gasped in shock. There on the floor was the mangled remains of a tiny figure, no bigger than a mouse! Its body had been crushed into red goo under her shoe. Black blood oozed out.

"Oh my god... I killed something!" Mildred shrieked, flinging her shoe off in revulsion. It clattered across the tiled floor.

Heart pounding, she crouched down and peered at the miniscule corpse. It looked like...a person? But that was impossible! There was no way a human could be that small...

As realization dawned, Mildred let out a piercing wail. She snatched up the pint-sized body by the hair and held it to her face.

"Tommy?! Tommy is that y-you?! Oh god, what have I done?!"

The boy, no bigger than one of her fingers, dangled limply from her fist. He had been shrunk down to a mere morsel! Mildred couldn't believe it. Her darling son was now the size of a snack!

Tears streaming down her face, she clutched Tommy's tiny form against her ample bosom and stumbled to the living room. She had to fix this! But how?

Mildred collapsed onto the couch, still holding her son's helpless body. Her cleavage was so deep and vast that she nearly smothered the boy in her pillowy breasts.

This close, Tommy could see straight up his mother's skirt to her thick black thong. The air was stiflingly hot and smelled of her musk. Her garment bags engulfed him completely.

He groaned in despair, realizing his own mother's panties were now the size of a pup tent that he could shelter inside. If he wasn't eventually crushed to a smear...

Mildred set Tommy down on her coffee table, never taking her eyes off him. She bolted to her purse and rummaged inside before returning with a hairbrush.

With the utmost care, she began gently combing out Tommy's hair and clothes, cooing apologies the whole time. Her heavy breasts hung inches from his face as she worked.

"I'm so sorry baby! Mommy's sorry! She didn't mean to, she didn't know you were there! Oh Tommy, please forgive Mommy!"

After a few minutes, she set the brush aside. Then she slowly, almost reverently, lifted one of her huge bare feet. Holding it above Tommy, she rubbed her sole over him like she was petting a mouse. Her calloused skin was rough against his body.

The boy trembled and squeezed his eyes shut, afraid he was about to be squashed into a stain. But Mildred was surprisingly gentle. She tenderly caressed him with her toes before setting her foot down an inch from his head. He felt the radiant heat of her foot, could see the individual pores in her skin.

Mildred brought her other foot over and rested it on the other side of Tommy's body. She had him penned in a cage of her flesh. The boy's breath came in terrified pants.

His mother leaned over him, her hefty rump hovering inches above. Tommy saw her anus wink over her thong as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"Mom... Mom please... I'm scared..." he whimpered. Mildred gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie! Mommy didn't mean to frighten you! Here, let's get you nice and comfy."

Slowly, she raised one foot off the table. Then she set her heel down right beside Tommy. She brought the other foot over and placed it on the other side.

The boy now lay sandwiched between the soles of his mother's feet. Her wiggling toes tickled his sides as she applied gentle pressure, rubbing them against him.

Tommy's whole universe had become his mother's giant, sweaty, smelly feet. The heat radiating off them was oppressive. He could feel her warm, sticky sweat soaked into the skin. Her pungent foot odor, normally just a hint, now overwhelmed him like a fog.

But as the boy lay there, his body began responding of its own accord. He felt a stirring in his groin as his little member swelled to its full inch of length. Mildred hadn't seemed to notice. She continued absently rubbing her feet against him as she examined him.

Eyes closed in shame, Tommy stroked himself as discreetly as he could, given his position. The feeling of his mother's feet sliding against him was indescribable. Her scales calloused skin, the give of her sweaty soles, the ticklish tease of her toes...

The boy bucked and shuddered, every nerve alight with ecstasy. His tiny cock throbbed inside his pants. He rubbed himself furiously against the valley of his mother's feet, almost sobbing with the intensity of it.

Suddenly, Mildred gasped and snatched her feet away. "Oh my goodness, did you just... Tommy, were you just touching yourself?!"

The boy froze, mortified. He couldn't deny it. A wet spot darkened the crotch of his shorts.

"Y-Yeah... Mom, I'm sorry! You just, uh, your feet felt so good and-"

"I see," Mildred said slowly, cocking her head. An odd smile played at her lips. "Well, that's not exactly what I expected. But if it helps you feel better..."

She raised a foot and dangled it over Tommy, letting her toes graze his chest. They trailed down his body to his crotch. Mildred rubbed them over the damp patch in his shorts.

"Does that feel nice, baby?" she cooed, wiggling her toes. "Does Mommy's foot make you feel all better?"

Tommy swallowed hard and nodded. "Mmhm! Yeah Mom, it's really good..."

"Good boy. Here, let Mommy take care of you."

Mildred grasped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. His stubby little erection sprang free, jumping in the air. She giggled and booped it with a big toe.

"Aww, lookit that tiny thing! It's so small and cute!" She rubbed her toe up and down his shaft, smearing the sticky pre come.

Tommy gurgled and squirmed. His mom's touch was electric. She thumbed his tiny cock head, making him leak copiously. Mildred used the fluid to lube up his entire length, sliding her toe up and down in a slick gliding motion.

"Ohhh fuh fuh fuh fuuuck..." the boy groaned. Sweat beaded on his skin. Hisicipation built rapidly.

Mildred grinned down at him. "That's it sweetie, you just relax and let Mommy milk you dry. Mommy's gonna make you feel real good..."

She rubbed faster, her calloused skin chafing his sensitive flesh in the most amazing way. Tommy writhed on the table, every nerve in his body screaming at the intensity of stimulation.

His mother's toes were a blur of motion now, pumping his cock with ruthless efficiency. The boy's eyes rolled back in his head, tongue lolling out. Drool spilled down his chin.

"Oh gosh, oh god, oh fuck Mommy I'm gonna- fuh fuh fuh I'm cumming!!"

Tommy convulsed as his orgasm crashed through him. His cock jerked and spit a pitiful dribble of semen onto the table. The little boy shivered and gasped as his mom's toes milked out every last drop.

When it was over, he collapsed back, utterly spent. Mildred lifted her foot and he weakly returned the gesture, giving her big toe an affectionate pat.

"I love you Mom," he sighed drowsily. "Uh, I'm sorry for gettin' off like that though. That was super weird of me."

"Nonsense baby," Mildred murmured, booping his nose with her toe. "Nothing to apologize for. Mommy's just glad she could make you feel good."

She reached out and scooped Tommy up in her palm. Lifting him to her face, she kissed his forehead tenderly.

"Now, let's see what we can do about getting you back to normal, hmm?"

The boy nuzzled into her soft skin. "Thanks Mom. And, uh... thanks for the foot rub too. It was really nice."

Mildred smiled and gave his little tush a playful squeeze. "Anytime, sweetie. Mommy's feet are always available for her little man."

She carried him over to her recliner and set him on the armrest. Fishing in her purse, she pulled out her phone and began typing.

"Mommy has an idea how to reverse this shrinking. I'm gonna call your Aunt Mildred - she knows a lot about magic and stuff. If anyone can fix you, she can!"

Tommy perked up at that. "Aunt Mildred will make me big again?"

"She'll do her best, pumpkin. Mommy will make sure of it."

She hit send on a text and leaned back in her chair, holding the phone to her ear. Swaddling Tommy against her bosom once more, Mildred cradled him like an infant and waited for her sister to pick up.

An hour later, Aunt Mildred arrived. She was even more buxomous than Mildred, with hog-sized tits and a fat rear that could moon the sun.

"Hello sweetie!" the newcomer sing-songed as she bustled in. Her eyes widened at the sight of pint-sized Tommy nestled in his mother's cleavage. "My my! Let me see the little mite!"

She knelt before her sister and plucked up the boy between her fingers. Brought him close to her face, she hooted with laughter.

"Well would ya look at that! Ain't he just the cutest lil' smidgeon!"

Tommy blushed and ducked his head shyly as the two women cooed over his tiny form. Mildred filled her sister in on how she'd accidentally crushed him with her shoe.

Aunt Mildred tsked and shook her head. "Yer darn lucky the boy is still in one piece, Mildred! Them wooden clogs coulda smeared him into applesauce!"

"He's fine," Mildred said shortly. "Now, how do we fix him?"

"Yeah, about that..." Aunt Mildred tapped her chin, pondering. "I reckon we can whip up a growin' potion, but we's gonna need some ingredients first. Um..."

She cast about before spying a teetering tower of dirty dishes in the kitchen. Her eyes gleamed. "Aha! There's our ticket!"

"What? Dishes?" Tommy and Mildred asked together.

His aunt nodded portentously. "Them's not just any dishes, boy. Them's dirty dishes! And we is gonna make ya grow by washing the buildup off'em with yer tongue!"

The boy goggled at her. "I gotta... lick the dishes clean?!"

"In a manner of speaking," Aunt Mildred said with a wink. "Now hush up and lemme think..."

She tapped her foot as she pondered, her brow furrowed in concentration. After a minute, she brightened.

"O'course! I knew I forgot somethin'..." Aunt Mildred snapped her fingers. "Tommy, darlin', could ya tell me what sorta things yer into? Ya know - whatcha like to do fer fun?"

The boy shrugged his tiny shoulders. "Uh... I like video games and stuff. And bein' a foot slave."

"Foot slave?" Mildred and her sister asked in unison.

Tommy blushed and looked away. "Yeah... I dunno, I just like gettin' under peoples' feet and servin' em. Rubbin' their soles and toes, lickin' between their toes. I think it's 'cause I like feelin' small and powerless compared to big strong feet. Plus it just feels real good, havin' somethin' so much bigger'n me rubbin' all over."

"Well aint that just precious," his aunt cooed, smiling indulgently. "Yer a regular lil' foot freak!"

Tommy ducked his head, his face burning. "I know it's weird... Most people don't get it. But I can't help it! I just love bein' dominated by giant ladies' feet, whether they're stompin' me or rubbin' me or whatever. Makes me feel so tiny and helpless. I get hard even thinkin' about it sometimes..."

His randy confession hung in the air. Mildred and Aunt Mildred shared a meaningful look.

"Yer a foot freak, huh?" Aunt Mildred mused after a moment, tapping her chin. "Well, that gives me an idea..."

She snapped her fingers. "Mildred, yer a dom girl, right? Yer into crushin' and tramplin' and servin' up yer soles to eager lil' foot sluts like our boy here?"

Mildred blinked. "Uh, yeah... Yeah, I am. You know that."

"Course I do, silly!" Aunt Mildred cackled. "Point is, if yer into servin' yer feet up and he's into servin' em, seems to me that's a match made in heaven!"

Mildred's eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're saying I should... use my feet on Tommy? For real?"

A eager grin split her sister's face. "Amen to that, girl! I'm sayin' ya should give this horny lil' runt the fuuuunkest foot worship of his life. Rub him all over with yer soles, make him lick the sweat off yer toes, stomp him into the carpet! Fuckin' use him like a doormat!"

Mildred gulped audibly, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. "Gosh... I dunno... It's so dirty..."

Aunt Mildred scoffed. "Pshaw! Dirty's what makes it fun! Trust ol' Mildred, I know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Ain't nothin' better than turnin' some lil' dweeb into yer personal foot bitch."

She turned to Tommy, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Whaddya say, boy? Wanna be yer mommy's foot slave? Wanna show her how good yer tongue can lick?"

Tommy swallowed hard, his little cock already stiffening in his pants. He gazed up at Mildred with pleading eyes.

"P-Pleeez Mommy? Can I be yer foot slave? I wanna make yer feel good, I wanna worship yer beautiful big feet!"

A slow, lascivious grin spread across Mildred's face. She reached down and plucked Tommy off the armrest, dangling him in front of her face.

"Well then," she purred, eyes glinting. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Mildred carried the tiny boy over to the couch and set him on the cushions. Then she slowly, teasingly, lifted one foot and pointed her toe at Tommy's face.

The boy trembled with anticipation, his breath coming in short pants. Mildred grinned and slowly dragged her toe up his body, grazing his stiff little pecker.

"Ooh, is that a roll of quarters in yer pocket or are ya just happy to see Mommy's feet?" she sing-songed.

Tommy whimpered. "It's my, uh... it's my peepee, Mommy. It got hard seein' yer beautiful toes."

"Is that so?" Mildred giggled and booped his erection with her big toe, making it bob up and down. "Well, let's get these pants off then!"

She pinched the waistband between her toes and tugged. Tommy squirmed to help her, his pants sliding down his thighs. His stubby cock sprang free, bobbing in the air.

"Ooh, look at that cute lil' thing!" Mildred cooed, waggling her eyebrows. "It's so small and adorable! Almost as small as the rest of ya."

She waggled her toes in Tommy's face. "Now open wide, baby boy! Mommy's gonna give ya a foot long taste!"

The boy gargled eagerly and opened his mouth. Mildred slid her toes over his tongue, smearing his mouth with her musky foot sweat. Tommy suckled them desperately, swirling his little tongue around each toe before suckling the webbing.

"Mmmph! Mmm, Mommy, yer feet taste so good!" he drooled between sucks. "I love lickin' yer sweat!"

"Ooh, that's my good boy!" Mildred groaned, her pussy clenching at the sight of her tiny son slurping her toes. "Get that tongue in there real deep for Mommy. Make sure ya get