Broken Body.pdf

The room was dark, except for the glow of the television. Mother sat in her favorite armchair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was watching an episode of Big Little Lies on Netflix.

On the hardwood floor not far from her feet, her teenage son Timmy lay flat on his back. At his normal size of 5'9", the journey across the floor would have been trivial. But Timmy had been shrunk down to the height of an ant, no more than a half inch tall. Every inch of floorboard seemed to stretch on for miles.

Timmy began his arduous trek across the floorboards, using all his strength to heave himself forward bit by bit. He prayed he wouldn't be noticed. If mother saw him at this tiny size, who knows what she might do?

Timmy's heart began to race as he heard mother shift in her chair. Her wooden high heeled clog clacked against the floor as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. The sound nearly deafened him.

Then suddenly, disaster struck. Mother stood up from her chair, unaware of the tiny figure on the floor. Her wooden clog swung forward, coming down right on top of Timmy with a sickening crunch. The boy let out a bloodcurdling scream, but it was drowned out by the TV.

To Timmy's horror, mother continued standing with her full weight bearing down on his crushed body. She was completely oblivious, entranced by the show. After what felt like an eternity to the tiny boy, mother finally stepped back and plopped down on the couch, her clog slipping off and clattering to the floor right next to Timmy's broken body.

As his vision faded, the last thing Timmy saw was the interior of mother's jean shorts, her plump rear end, and a peek of lacy panties as she adjusted herself on the couch cushion. The sight sent one final shudder through his crushed form before he slipped away.

Mother remained clueless, continuing to binge-watch her show, her son's lifeless body mashed beneath her discarded clog on the floor. She sighed contentedly, reaching down to massage her foot. These clogs were sexy as hell, but they did pinch a bit. She really needed to break them in. Maybe she could practice walking in them later. The thought gave her an odd stirring in her loins. She wondered why...

Little did mother know, her foot fetish would only grow stronger. She would soon discover how intoxicating it felt to dominate and destroy tiny helpless things under her gorgeous feet and shoes. An exciting new chapter of her life was just beginning, unbeknownst to her as she kicked back to enjoy the rest of her Netflix night, her son's broken body still embedded under her clog on the floor...