Deviant Downsizing (Chapter 11)

            Two days later, now forbidden from wandering the house unsupervised so as to avoid any future disasters, Mason glumly supposed he had to count his blessings. He could have been grievously injured from that accidental five-minute trip inside Lori’s shoe, or even killed – but he wasn’t, thanks to his shrunken self’s disproportionate bodily integrity. He could have been unlucky enough to get caught in the act of whacking off while chewing her toejam tar off the flat insole, thus leaving no possible excuse that could’ve convinced Lori of anything other than the humiliating truth – but he wasn’t, because the giantess understandably didn’t expect to find her son camped inside one of her empty slip-ons when she reclaimed it. And so, when she’d made an unscheduled pitstop back at the house to grab a gradebook she’d forgotten that morning, and simultaneously decided to kick off her current work shoes so she could switch to her preferred olive-green pair, she didn’t even subconsciously pick up on his inch-tall presence underfoot. It was only when Mason’s blast of terrorized lust-entrenched emotions had apparently triggered a deviant size-shift, albeit only temporarily before he shrank back down, that his mother even noticed anything amiss.

After hours of blubbering apologies from Lori for an accident she wrongly believed was all her fault, carefully checking him over for injuries, the boy had managed to convince her that he’d just been on an unfortunately-timed stroll around the house to clear his head, and then took refuge there in her shoe when he saw a spider by the door. It was flimsy, but he declared it with such exhausted conviction that she seemed to buy it, especially since the honest fetish-rooted answer would’ve been far more upsetting and even less believable to her. Eventually, at Mason’s guilty insistence, Lori quit this cavalcade of weepy sympathies for nearly crunching her only son like a bug, and instead marveled at what she’d witnessed upon taking off her shoe. She’d seen him change, too. Being sensitive to what the boy had gone through that day, Lori didn’t press the matter then, nor question him about what he’d done to finally trigger his powers again, let alone repeat that trick on a larger scale so he could return to normal at long last. But Mason knew his mother was left with plenty to think about from that near-cataclysmic incident, and he could only pray that she wouldn’t subliminally puzzle out the real reason he’d been in her shoe after all. Thankfully, that wasn’t the conclusion Lori reached when she brought the subject up again forty-eight hours later, but what she had to say instead was no less shell-shocking to her shrunken offspring.

“Mason?” she whispered, gingerly knocking on the roof of his little tabletop habitat shortly after she returned home from work. “C’mon out, kiddo. Please. We’ve… got some things to talk about. Important things.”

Intuiting that this upcoming conversation had something to do with his misadventure in her shoe, even if he had no clue where it was going yet, Mason begrudgingly shambled out of the dollhouse, though he didn’t let his uneasy malaise show. Even if his mother had become suspicious of his paraphilia, he told himself, it was imperative that he keep up a calm appearance, act natural, and then if necessary, deny everything until he was blue in the face.

“Hey, Mom,” he sighed, stepping off his porch to see his comparatively four-hundred-fifty-foot-tall parent seated on the sofa and patiently awaiting his arrival. “Is it, um… time for ‘training’ again?”

“Yes. In a way. But not the same thing we’ve been doing. You know I’ve been trying to learn new ways I can use to help you, going over everything with deviants who know better than me, but nothing’s worked yet, and I think that’s my fault. I’m your mom. I’m supposed to make everything all right again, no matter what, and so far I’ve been letting you down. Well, after I told my friends about… that big mistake I made a couple of days ago, and what you were able to do after, even just for a few seconds, I think we finally understand it in a way that’s going to help you. Once and for all. But first, there’s something I have to ask you.”

“S-Sure.”

“What do you think about my feet?” Lori nonchalantly questioned. With her gaze locked to Mason, the giantess hoisted both her legs upward, leaning back into the couch just far enough that she had room to brace her soles against the coffee table. She didn’t prop their full steep-arched breadth upright on the surface, like usual, but instead pressed the balls of her feet against the precipice, then curled her long burly-bulbed toes overtop for extra grip.

Mason remained valiantly stoic, still staring up at his mother’s face like they were having a perfectly ordinary conversation, but inside, the panic he felt was almost equal to the havoc of his experience while anonymously trodden inside her sweat-sloshing flat. This was it. He was done. Of course she’d caught onto his criminal hormone-crazed lewdness at her feet, and now everything was about to come unraveled. Who did he think he was, believing he could go so far and take so much without being caught? Mason had planned to hurl endless excuses if it came to this, yet already, he could tell he was going to crack under the humiliation, if Lori had indeed figured out his fetish and how he’d been indulging it. And the worst part was, he knew he probably deserved whatever relationship-destroying penalty was about to be unleashed. Even if she angrily disowned him, casting him out into the world alone at only an inch tall, just waiting to be snatched up and executed by some vengeful human who viewed deviants as dangerous vermin.

Was there even a point in explaining himself, Mason wondered? Sobbing, wailing, begging, and self-flagellating out of slim hope they might come back from this somehow? Even though it seemed pretty damn difficult to be forgiven for repeatedly pleasuring himself mid-worship at his own mother’s deliriously sultry sweat-gushing peds. At first contemplating bursting into a chaotic defense of his indefensible actions, though, Mason kept it together, and innocently answered the same way he would if he hadn’t been enjoying his masochistic fantasies at her reprehensibly filthy giant feet:

“Uh. I… guess I don’t think anything about them? They’re, you know… big. But everything is big to me while I’m like this. And I know what happened before with your shoe was an accident, Mom, so we really don’t have to keep talking about it. I promise. Why, um… w-why do you ask?”