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It was a terrible day for little Timmy. The 13-year-old boy had snuck downstairs in his Spiderman pajamas before breakfast, hoping to surprise mom with breakfast in bed for Mother's Day. But just as he was sneaking across the kitchen tile in his bare feet, he heard mom's bedroom door open upstairs.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Timmy froze as the sound of mom's wooden high-heeled clogs echoed through the house. Shit, busted! Timmy thought. Mom was going to kill him for not being in bed. He had to hide!

In a panic, Timmy scanned the kitchen for any place to conceal his little body. His eyes fell upon the shrinking machine he had built with his science kit. He had only tried it on ants so far, but it just might work! The boy scurried over, flipped the switch, and felt a strange tingling sensation.

Timmy looked down and watched in awe as his body shrunk down to only two inches tall! His pajamas and the room seemed to grow to enormous size around him. CRACK CRACK CRACK - mom's heels were getting closer. The tiny boy scampered under the kitchen table just as mom strode into the room.

"Good morning Timmy dear!" mom greeted in her syrupy sweet voice, brows furrowed as she failed to spot him. "I hope you're not trying to sneak around and surprise me, mmm?" She giggled to herself, the amused smile playing on her full lips.

Timmy held his breath under the table, watching mom's tree trunk legs and stumpy feet in the black heels tower above him. He had never seen her without pants before. Mom picked up the skillet of scrambled eggs, the short hem of her robe riding up in the back to flash a peek of her panty-clad bottom.

Mmm, breakfast smells good, the tiny boy thought, rising up to get a better view. He crept forward, sticking to the shadows, to peek under mom's robe at her huge behind. The boy gulped as he saw she was wearing a red thong. Her ass was so massive and round, each cheek bulging out to the sides.

Mom shifted her weight and one stiletto slipped off her foot. "Oopsie!" She giggled, reaching down to fix it. The wooden sole hovered over Timmy's tiny head, blotting out the light. Timmy froze, knowing he'd be crushed to a smear if she stepped on him!

Luckily, mom put her shoe back on and turned to rummage through a drawer. Timmy let out his breath. Shit, that was close! He was going to have to be way more careful sneaking around on his 2-inch tall body, especially with mom's monster feet running around.

The colossal woman spun back around and strode toward the table with a stack of dishes. Timmy scurried sideways and felt the edge of a placemat. Shit, no more room! He dove forward just as mom's elephantine foot came down on the spot where he'd been.

THUMP! The boy tumbled head over heels on the slick plastic, narrowly avoiding annihilation under mom's butt. "Hmmm, now where did I put my knife?" She muttered, setting the dishes down with a clatter right by Timmy. The boy had to spring sideways to avoid being crushed against the table leg.

Mom's gargantuan fingers combed through her long hair as she pondered, her hand rising to just inches from Timmy's head. Her diamond ring glittered in the kitchen lights. She was snagging her fingers in her hair and he had to dart out of the way as the wind from her motions threatened to blow him across the floor.

Not good, not good! the tiny boy thought. He had to get out of here, but mom was standing in the way. He'd have to make a run for it when she moved. The chance came as she turned away to fish in her apron pocket. Timmy sprinted out from under the table, pumping his little arms and legs as fast as they could go.

"Honey, did you hear about that lady who crushed her husband to death when she sat on him?" Mom's friend called over the phone. "Isn't that wild? I guess he was giving her a massage and was right where she set her butt down! Can you imagine? I'd die if I did that to Steve."

The sexy mom giggled, scratching her giant foot. "Well the news said the petite little thing weighed over 200 pounds and only came up to his belly. I guess I'd be even more of a risk with these big ol' Juggs!" She cupped her giant breasts and swayed her wide hips. "Steve's lucky I don't smother the poor man. Hehehe!"

Timmy gulped. Mom came up to his entire body! He had to get out of here now, before she sat down or he'd be crushed like a pancake! The tiny boy made it halfway across the vast expanse of tile before mom spun around with a gasp. Her friend must have said something shocking.

"Holy shit, really? That's nuts!" Mom shifted her weight and Timmy had to leap out of the way as one of her mountain range thighs swung back. "I mean I know I'm packing it in the rear, but I've never thought about the damage it could do! Although..." She brought her foot down with a CRACK, missing the boy by inches. "...I do love the feeling of my weight on a hard surface. It's like I'm owning whatever I'm crushing under me! I've always been turned on by the idea of squashing a little guy under my ass, hehehe."

Timmy blinked, realizing his sweet mother had a secret crush fetish. As if to prove it, she swiveled around in a circle, CRACK CRACK CRACK, reveling in the power of her enormity. The tiny boy had to scale the side of her steep cliff of a thigh to avoid her kneecap, his Spiderman jammies straining.

Mom plopped herself into a chair and the whole kitchen shook, upsetting Timmy and sending him tumbling. Her titanic torso blotted out the light and her huge tits swung down to hang at her waist. "Fuck, I'm getting so fat and lost my balance!" She giggled, pushing her breasts up and setting her elbows on the table. "I'm starting to think I really am a danger to any tiny creature running around."

The boy panted and hid behind a saltshaker on the table, realizing his danger. Mom could kill him without even trying, just by existing. Her slightest motion threatened to crush him under her hand, foot or ass the second she moved. Jesus Christ, he had to get out of here and back to normal size pronto, or this would be the last Mother's Day he ever saw!

Luckily, mom's friend kept her enthralled on the phone, dancing and prancing around the room to emphasize her points, each movement nearly killing Timmy ten times over. She never noticed the tiny boy dodging her feet and hands.

After several agonizing minutes of Timmy clinging for dear life to the saltshaker, mom finally signed off with her pal. "Love you more! Have fun at the dance club tonight! Bye-bye!" She clapped her phone shut and planted one of her jello-mold thighs on the floor with a quake, rising to her feet.

The tiny spider-boy knew he had to act fast. As mom took a step back, he leapt like a flea off the table and hit the air just as she was bringing her bare sole down on the saltshaker. Timmy felt wind and weight push him up and forward as the shaker exploded into powder under her foot. Her toes splayed out, sending him sliding across the slick tile.

"Ooooh yeah, I feel like I'm getting sooo frickin' big!" Mom moaned, her voice rising an octave as she brought her other foot down. "I just wanna crush and moooash everything! Squash it all under my fat ass until there's nothing left!" The miniaturized boy had to roll out of the way as her toes curled and flexed in excitement, pushing off the floor and making her other foot rise up.

Timmy found himself suddenly sliding back toward her, the slick tile sending him gliding helplessly. He braked with his hands, but the floor was too slick and he zoomed right between her splayed ankles. Her gigantic calf muscles rippled and bulged as she shifted her weight, each of her thighs as big as a car tire.

"Unngh, I'm packing so much fucking weight these days!" Mom groaned as she twisted around. "I feel like I could flatten a man with my knees like I'm crossing my legs! Orggh yeah, I wanna do it! I wanna squish a tiny dude until he pops!" The sexy BBW grabbed her own doughy stomach and shook it as she stomped her foot down, CRACK! Nearly catching Timmy's head between her toes and instep.

She shifted her weight again and the boy found himself sliding back toward her other foot, unable to brake. Mom lifted the foot and wiggled her toes. "Oh fuck yeah, I wanna feel a little man between my toes! Scrunching him and BISECTING him and CRUSHING him, hehehe! Ungh fuck, it's turning me on so bad!"

Her toe appended to aim right at Timmy's head as it descended, the leather of her high-heeled pump blotting out the light. The boy had to spring sideways at the last second as it slammed down on the tile with a CRACK! The shockwave knocked him flat.

Mom was changing dogs, getting worse and more aggressive by the second! Timmy had to get out of here, NOW, before she realized he was right in front of her and started trying to squash him on purpose! He had seconds!

The tiny boy sprang to his feet and sprinted as fast as his little legs could carry him, pumping his arms. Mom's foot rose up and he had to leap like a flea to get over it as it came down, CRACK! The wind blasted him sideways and he tumbled head over heels.

Timmy forced himself to his feet and ran, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it'd explode. Mom's huge foot rose again, blotting out the sun, and the miniature boy dove forward into a roll. Her sole narrowed to a crack over his head and then it was gone, slamming down behind him with a CRACK! that nearly knocked him flat.

The boy scrambled to his feet again, diving and leaping over mom's shimmying toes. He had to squish himself to the floor and scoot sideways between her building calves as she shifted her weight and lifted her foot.

Timmy sprang up and sprinted the last few feet to the shrinking machine, knowing he only had seconds before mom's foot came down again. He had to get back to normal size and get out of here before she-

THUMP! Mom shifted her weight and her enormous rear end descended on the machine with a CRUSH! The boy skidded to a stop under the table as sparks blasted out and metal shrieked. The machine sputtered and sparked, smoking ruins under mom's butt crack. Timmy was trapped in this size!

The boy gulped, looking up at mom's vast behind blotting out the light. Her cheeks flexed and shifted as she wiggled her ass, unknowingly crushing the shrinking machine into unrecognizable parts. He gazed up at the awesome view of her panty-clad rear, remembering how he had spied on her from under her desk last week in school. She had humiliated him, farting on his face as he lay pinned under her behind, feeling her sweaty cheeks mash him into the dusty floor. She had squashed him into the shadows and乗nohow,moaning as she felt him squirming between her ass cheeks under her desk. He had cum so hard he passed out.

Timmy shivered at the memory of her moist snatch and puckered asshole hovering inches from his face as she sat on him, flexing her cheeks. He had smelled her musk for days. And the time she had made him lay on his back under her computer desk and crushed him into the floor with her foot, riding his struggling body like a bucking bronco, farting on him with each bounce... He had been in love with his sexy mom for so long, and had cum so many times dreaming of her crushing him under her perfect feet and ass.

A studious and shy boy, Timmy had spent countless hours feeding his crush fetish, stealing peeks up the sexy teacher's skirt during class to see her panties and sweat-glistening thighs. He had built his shrinking machine just to shrink down and hide under her desk, to get a peek at paradise. And it had worked so well, until his dumb ass got caught. The humiliations she had subjected him to! He still dreamed about them, his tiny cock drooling at the memories.

But now the machine was broken and mom's foot was rising, blotting out the light as she turned around. And she was acting worse than ever, reveling in her new mass and fantasies of crushing tiny men. She would kill him if she saw him! Timmy had to get out of here before she-

"Timmy, breakfast!" His mom hollered from the living room. "Aunty Tina and I are heading out to the mall! We'll be back later, 'kay? I'm leaving the key and twenty bucks for lunch. And remember, don't let any creepy pervs in the door while we're gone, 'kay? Be good!"

"Yeah mom, 'kay!" The tiny boy called, knowing she'd never hear him. He watched as her mountainous rear receded out the door, her stumpy feet CRACK CRACK CRACKING with each step. "Oh thank God..." Timmy sighed with relief. He had hours until they got back. He'd just lay low and maybe recon the house, sneak peeks up Aunty Tina's butt, and cum fifty times before they returned to deal with him. The boy smiled to himself as he crept off to hide under the couch. "Orggh fuck yeah, it's gonna be a great Mother's Day."