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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and 17-year-old Timmy was sprawled out on the living room couch, half-watching some show on Netflix. His mother Vanessa had gone out earlier in the morning to run some errands and was just now returning home.
Timmy heard the front door open and close, followed by the clop-clop sound of his mother's wooden heeled clogs on the hardwood floor as she made her way into the house. He titled his head back to look at her as she entered the living room. "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Vanessa asked brightly.
"It was fine," Timmy replied with a shrug. "Just chillin' and watching TV. You?" Vanessa smiled. "Oh you know, the usual stuff. Picked up some groceries, stopped by the post office, got my nails done..." She wiggled her fingers to show off the fresh French manicure.
Timmy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. His mother loved getting pampered with manicures and pedicures. She worked hard as a lawyer and enjoyed treating herself. Tim couldn't really blame her.
Vanessa plopped down on the armchair across from the couch, slipping off her shoes with a sigh. "Phew, these clogs are killing my feet," she groaned, rubbing her soles. Timmy glanced over and had to admit, his mom's legs did look a bit swollen and red from being squeezed in the tight shoes all day.
His eyes wandered up her legs and he noticed her short skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing a tantalizing peek of lacy panties underneath. Timmy quickly averted his gaze, face flushing. He shouldn't be looking at his own mother that way...
Just then, Vanessa stood up. "I'm gonna go put these groceries away. Be back in a sec!" She grabbed some bags and headed for the kitchen. Timmy let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and tried to refocus on the TV show.
Suddenly, Timmy felt the strange sensation of his body starting to shrink rapidly. In a matter of seconds, he found himself now only a couple inches tall, still lying on the much larger couch cushion. What the hell was happening?!
His answer came a moment later as he heard a bloodcurdling scream from the kitchen. "AHHHHH! Oh my god!!" Vanessa shrieked. Timmy's heart started pounding as he realized his miniscule form must have gotten stepped on by his gigantic mother when she walked through the room.
Vanessa came staggering out of the kitchen, face pale and hands shaking. "Timmy?? Baby, are you okay??" She looked around frantically. But how could she ever spot him at his diminished size? Timmy remained frozen in terror on the couch, praying she wouldn't see him and crush him again.
After a few agonizing moments, Vanessa seemed to accept that Timmy was not immediately present. "Oh thank god..." she breathed, still distraught. "I could've sworn I just felt something under my foot but...I must be losing my mind." She gave a slightly manic laugh before shaking her head and heading upstairs.
Timmy let out a shaky breath, realizing he'd nearly become his own mother's victim due to her accidental misstep. As terrifying as that was, Timmy couldn't help but marvel at how his new tiny perspective made his mother's body look. Like a sexy giantess towering above him. He cringed at his own forbidden thoughts but couldn't deny they excited him on some primal level.
Cautiously, Timmy crawled off the couch and began inching his way across the floor on shaky legs, trying to put as much distance between himself and where Vanessa had been standing. His movements were slow going in his weakened state.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over him and he looked up with a startled gasp to see Vanessa's huge feet standing right next to him, still clad in the wooden soles of her clogs. She shifted her weight, the hard smooth wood creaking ominously. Timmy realized she must have slipped them back on to climb the stairs.
Heart in his throat, Timmy scurried out of the way just as Vanessa's foot lifted and slammed back down, barely missing him. She was so oblivious to his tiny presence at her feet. The vibrations from her step nearly knocked him over. Timmy regained his balance and kept going, knowing he had to get to safety.
After an excruciating trek across the floor, Timmy finally reached the relative shelter of the wall. He collapsed back against it, utterly drained. Catching his breath, Timmy tried to process what had just happened. How was he going to get back to normal sized? And how was he going to avoid his mother accidentally crushing him until then? She was just so damn big and powerful compared to him now...
Just then, Timmy heard his mother's voice call out from upstairs. "Timmy honey, I'm gonna take a nice long bubble bath to relax. Be back down in a bit!" Her footsteps creaked across the ceiling as she headed to the bathroom.
Timmy gulped, realizing that meant Vanessa would be walking through the living room again soon and he was still only two inches tall. He had to find a place to hide before she came back downstairs. Scanning his surroundings, Timmy's eyes landed on a narrow gap between the couch and wall. It was tight, but he thought he could just squeeze through. It would have to do.
Timmy began inching his way towards the crack, praying he could make it in time. But before he could even get close, he heard the distant sound of running water from the bathroom, signaling his mother's bath was already filling up. She'd be down any second!
In a panic, Timmy changed direction and started crawling underneath the couch instead. The carpet was thick and plush, making it hard to move through. Timmy's heart raced as he pushed himself to go faster, fighting his way through the fibers. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to get squashed for sure...
Just as Timmy finally managed to wriggle the rest of the way under the couch, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Vanessa's clogs clopped across the floor, growing louder as she neared the living room. Timmy held his breath, pressing his back against the couch's underside and praying she wouldn't feel anything this time...
To be continued...