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Deviant Downsizing (Chapter 10)
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 13:00:35 +0000 UTCMason felt the whole olive-green vessel rising and taking him along for the ride, with the lurching momentum from Lori’s upward stride plastering him firmly against the hot underbelly of her sweaty sole, as if he was trapped inside a speeding car without a seatbelt. The little thing’s stomach flip-flopped and his pulse sped up too fast to even track. His mother was just taking a normal step, lifting her newly-shoed foot off the foyer floor and then setting it back down after only a short ascent. Yet for Mason, everything felt prolonged into slo-mo, with even the gentle thrust of her mighty footfall magnified ten times over. Lori stepped and then pressed all her towering weight into that foot, smoothly rolling the charged impetus from ball to heel, while her other leg pitched forth to commence its gait. On the bright side, as Mason was smushed so immovably under the exacting tension of his mother’s pithy megaton sole, he learned firsthand that his miniature size didn’t necessarily mean he had the bodily constitution of a paper-fragile insect. Because otherwise, he would’ve been pulped dead by that first casual stamp beneath his unaware parent.
Still, Mason was too caught up in the frenzied mania of this moment to even appreciate that his upped durability was keeping him alive and conscious while Lori strutted down the hall, now with both her usual schoolday flats donned. There were too many other reasons for strife to find any silver linings. The humongous pounding strain of her saturated furnace-broiling foot easily flushed all the air from his puny lungs, taming his squirms into stillness, and made him feel like the entire world was collapsing in on him now. Panic worse than any Mason had ever experienced before, even on that critical morning when he’d awoken shrunken as though in a bizarre dream, flooded through him in equal measure with smothering discomfort and a putrid overload of his mother’s noon foot musk. No longer just experiencing day-old flat decay, licking the crusted spoils out of aged insole grain, he was now mashed unmercifully beneath the real thing. And while Mason’s prior experiences at Lori’s napping feet meant he wasn’t sent into an instant vomitous spiral, there was of course an exponential difference between indulgently tending her naked heels while out in the open air – versus now, when the boy was crushed unknowingly into a tight leather tomb, where that deviancy-enflamed odor from her sole was free to fester as though grown in a petri dish.
The experience was uncanny, and the diabolical flavor of her perspiring foot itself beyond anything Mason had the imagination to grasp. He spasmed hard, gagging and squealing like a stuck piglet, as he became trapped in a densely-distilled storm of oppressive ultra-ripe leather-fungal horror. Lori had only taken ten steps so far with him aboard, but that funky shoe-exhumed stench was so unbearable, seeping through the boy’s airways and organs and even infecting its way into his brain, that his shrimpy body already felt just as ruinously dredged-through as the craggy plain of her slip-on’s insole. Like he was just a part of this sweat-collecting vessel now. And really, if Lori somehow didn’t notice him down here, and never thought to look inside after she realized he was missing, it would probably only take a few days of constant trampling to make the inch-tall Mason indistinguishable from the rest of the shoe’s rundown filth-frayed structure. Even if he somehow survived a gradual hammering into her marshy insole, too, he doubted he’d last long once his mother’s foot turned steamy enough to fill the whole vessel with soupy pore saltwater like swamp bilge, until he simply drowned in that same disgusting froth he'd gladly licked off her heel just a week prior.
Terrified, despairing, repulsed inside and out, as well as deeply regretful of all his life choices, Mason thrashed pitifully under the still-oblivious giantess’s foot as his hysteria climbed to its lifetime peak. This might very well be the end of his story, he pitifully realized. Even if he was tough enough to withstand these first several dozen strides under Lori more-or-less unharmed, he had no hope of enduring a full day of this treatment, tension-squished into such a breathless superheated fluid-pooling pocket of non-space beneath her enormous sole. He was done for, whether it was going to happen hours from now, or in only minutes.
Yet even while Mason was dumbstricken by supernal nauseous dismay from the onslaught of his mother’s muscular size-14 treading, and every pickled gem of sweat that poisonously leaked from her flesh, another feeling within him soon rose to meet those extremes, as always. Shocked beyond belief, the boy realized he was currently more profoundly ablaze with arousal than any previous point in his life. He wasn’t just turned on, but electrified with nerve-jangling eroticism. And at last the clash of all those catastrophic energies inside Mason erupted. He screamed and jolted, wondering for a heartbeat if he was at death’s door, but it was quite the opposite. Even without being able to see, Mason could feel the pliant walls of the flat enclosing and the creasy sodden-through texture of Lori’s sole flesh winnowing from his perspective. He was actually growing: not by much, but enough to suddenly cover half the insole, and more importantly, make his mother halt dead in her tracks.
“OH MY GOD!” Lori shrieked, wild-eyed and already breaking down into culpable tears after she’d doffed the shoe in one emergent yank. “M-Mason? How did… w-what… why… oh God, oh God, I can’t believe I just… j-just… no.”
Mason was left in too much of a stupor, even once freed from beneath the noxious meaty-padded slab of the giantess’s monolithic undersole, to trust much of what he was seeing or feeling now. But as blinding light flowed back into the now-empty flat, while his aghast mother held the vessel up before her lovely mortified countenance, he could tell that his perceptions before hadn’t deceived him; he was bigger. Maybe six whole inches tall. Though that partial victory was only fleeting, as the world around Mason expanded in real time again just as quickly as it diminished, stranding him right back at the same inch-high stature as before.
The boy had never felt such a jumbled wreck of feelings before – adrenaline from a possible near-death experience, humiliation over his selfish choices, sickness after the muggy body-pancaking ride he’d just suffered, fright at the thought of Lori finally realizing his twisted desires, and most of all untouchable lust from his submersion beneath a colossal intoxicating bare foot he’d so desperately missed. Still, Mason was too conquered to actually express any of these contradicting sensitivities, which was probably for the best. And so he just laid like a shipwrecked sailor upon the freshly-remoistened landscape of Lori’s sudoric slip-on, while the giantess herself just stared him down in there, unable to form the words for her own stunned astonishment.
