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Mom's Foot Fetish Therapy 2
🕑 Added 2022-12-15 05:34:03 +0000 UTCI had been at my moms feet for so long that I lost all sense of time. If I wasn't in her sock, which was pretty much always, I was down licking the sweat and grime from her soles and toes. The therapist told my mom that at this size I would be able to survive off her sweat and toe jam, so that was all I got. No fresh water, nothing just sweat and grime. The worst was when she would make me pull the gunk out from under her toenails. Eating that was nauseating to the max. At first she seemed to really get a kick out of my humiliation, but lately she seems to be getting bored with me. I'm thankful for that. That makes me feel like she'll be far more likely to grow me back at the next appointment. Well today was that day. I heard the muffled voices of my mom and the therapist as they sat there chatting about my situation. I couldn't make out what they were saying because my mom was resting her feet flat on me leaving me to more feel vibrations than hear actual words. I also couldn't understand why my mom was still keeping me in her shoe. It felt like forever since we got here, yet still, here I was. Finally, I felt relief after she slowly slipped her foot out of her shoe. I could feel myself lifted upright as she propped her feet on something. still not taking me out of her sock. "Wow," the therapist said, "you weren't kidding! Your feet reek! I don't know how he can handle it at his size, I can barely take it at full size and I'm not even near your feet!" They both started laughing. Then my mom and the therapist just sat there talking, and not even about me! It was just day to day type bullshit and all the while I was still trapped down in my own earned hell. For a second I thought she was about to let me out, but it turns out she was just crossing her feet to get more comfortable. I started yelling and pleading for her to let me out, but they just ignored me and talked over me. Finally the talking stopped and I felt myself being raised as my mom went to remove her sock. I was stuck to her foot and she had to peel me off, which the therapist found highly amusing. Mom put me down and I just collapsed. Too weak from days of being under her foot. She hadn't been having me clean her feet so I also felt as though I was starving. Mom giggled as she pinched my arm in between her toes and lifted me high into the air. I just dangled there limp to weak and tired to fight, or even really care for that matter. Then she put me back down my her feet. "Now show the therapist how obedient you are and start licking my feet," my mom said. I was starving, so I immediately jumped on the opportunity. My mom was highly unamused. "See," she said, "he doesn't even try to argue anymore. If anything I would think he's starting to enjoy it..." "What? No!" I yelled "I was afraid this might happen with such a long time being down there," the therapist said. "He's gotten desensitized to it. Now the only thing left to do is shrink him even smaller to make the whole experience super intense again." Wait, what!? Super intense? Again? It still was!! Before I could even yell out in protest I was blasted by the shrink ray again. My mom then picked me up. "Oh my god! He's so cute at this size! Look he fits between my toes now!" She exclaimed as she wedged me in between her big and second toe. Now that I was even smaller, the smell was a thousand times worse. "Now start licking and don't stop until I say so." It was so much more foul than before as I licked her big toe, still stuck. "Now, I kinda like him at this size.." my mom said to the therapist. "Well, how would you feel about just letting him stay that size?" She replied. "What? You mean keep him like this forever?" She started laughing. "Yea! I like that idea. It suits him and serves him right! You want to try him out?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mom was passing me off to the therapist like I was just an object to be checked out and played with. She wedged me between her toes just as my mom did and had me start licking. Not gonna lie, it was a lot better than mom at this point. Her feet still stank, but nothing like the hell I had been forced to endure for the last three months, and now apparently about to be the rest of my life...
