Time-Out: Nancy's Way (Chapter 12)

The rest of the day passed by as tolerably as it could, with the only true obstacle being Scott’s own self-imposed razor-sharp anxiety while waiting for Nancy to crack. She gave him fairly easy janitorial duties around the house, no more of which were performed inside her shoes, and she even had the courtesy not to micromanage his work like Judy usually did. She fed him generous clumps of expensive takeout meals, and later “invited” the inch-high boy to watch the new episodes of her favorite erotic drama-thriller streaming show with her, which he did from a pillow while her crossed bare feet loomed nearby. Scott missed almost every plot twist onscreen, of course, while waiting for Nancy to nonchalantly suggest that he multitask watching the show with licking her feet, but she did no such thing.

Even after nightfall, when the giantess placed her shrunken charge inside an empty slipper to use as a blanketed sleeping nest, he kept on waiting for her to break down whatever meager social barriers still existed between them since that worshipful tryst inside her shoe. But still she didn’t, and only as he was struggling to find sleep did Scott begin to hope that, against all odds, Nancy would be “cool” about this. Maybe she wasn’t going to use her knowledge of his perversion-altered needs at her giant feet to ruin his already-mostly-ruined life. Maybe it was possible she could be the mature one here – ironic, considering their respective ages – and indulge in just a little symbiotic pleasure with her one-inch houseguest, receiving the mouth-assisted massages she obviously desired then returning the favor with a complimentary finish for Scott, all while keeping it secret and resisting the urge to emotionally torture the boy with this acquired power of hers. Was it actually possible he’d gotten Nancy Dugan all wrong?

In the morning, Scott received much longer to sleep in than he’d anticipated, since the woman’s bed was empty by the time he awoke, which again made him self-interrogate his entire view of his larger-than-life current caretaker. But of course with his hopeful reevaluation of Nancy also came some concerns about whatever undeniable change was taking place inside him. He hadn’t been able to get yesterday’s sensation of that, ashamedly, mind-blowing under-toe orgasm out of his thoughts all night. It may have been among the best he’d ever had in his life. And even the weariness and disgust he should’ve felt from all the embarrassing labor and over-salted aromas so-called “suffered” at the giantess’s feet prior to her finishing him off had now unintentionally softened in his memory to something almost-creepily accepting. Everything related to Nancy’s feet had become hopelessly melded in his perceptions – the good with the bad – and now Scott couldn’t think fondly back on the pleasure explosion of that toejob without also associating some inadvertent fondness with the natural sole-steaming incense of her distinct gritty jam-oily sweet-and-sour bodily perfume.

He… liked it.

There was no getting around that.

And accordingly, as the one-incher laid anxiously upon the fluffy insole of the gigantic slipper she’d given him as a bed, he could actually feel a slight stir developing in his shrunken loins, the longer he ruminated on yesterday’s events. But it wasn’t just the sharp sensory recollection of her plush quashy sweat-lubed toes so effectively jerking on his crotch before that granted Scott a touch of morning wood now. He wished it was only that, but he would’ve been lying to himself. Rather, it was the combination of remembering her impressively deft footjob performed upon a subject literally smaller than her big toe, while also reliving the funk and zest and textures gifted to his smell centers and taste buds while outright worshiping the giantess’s smooth monolithic bronze-tanned foot like a personal deity. All of those feelings had officially coalesced into one twisted desire within Scott, and even though it made the dread clench inside his chest like a fist around his heart, he felt his mouth watering and his member stiffening at the mere imagination now of thirstily servicing Nancy’s toes while she squishily massaged between his legs.

“Good MORNING, hon!” his hostess sang out abruptly, breaking the mid-morning peace, as Scott watched Nancy’s lovely experienced eager-beaver countenance becoming his whole horizon again out the furry mouth of his slipper bed. The shrinker was only glad that he’d had the foresight to roll onto his stomach just before she entered, thus hiding the semi-erection he’d been touchlessly sporting after an uncomfortable hour of reflection on the previous day’s mood-altering debasement at her feet. Though even if Nancy couldn’t see and thus grin wider at the sight of his hard-on immediately, Scott knew that delay would hardly save him from any future trouble. And worse, such humiliating probably-sexual trouble might just be welcome to him now, no matter how he wished otherwise. “Sleep well in there? Oh, what am I saying, of course you did. Just look at how cozy you are, snuggled up right where Auntie Nancy likes to keep you best. And you earned a good rest, let me tell you. We certainly had a busy one yesterday, didn’t we? You must have been absolutely wiiiiiped ooooout by it all!”

As usual feeling overwhelmed by Nancy’s extroversion, especially when her every other word felt laden with double-meaning, Scott tried not to betray any emotion in his face while meeting the giantess’s gaze, neither fear nor yearning. He also had to keep his aroused crotch inconspicuously buried against the slipper insole fibers that were so fragrantly embedded with her sunken footprint and accompanying musty cotton and night sweat staleness. Though even as he successfully maintained a neutral yet attentive expression, and blocked his nude groin from her view, Scott still had that omnipresent intuition that Nancy was picking him over with her eyes alone: somehow undressing him again when he’d already been undressed since yesterday morning. He could’ve been hiding his erection behind a vault door, and it still would’ve “felt” like she was seeing it plain as day, and what’s more, fully understanding that he was turned on by the thought of everything that happened between him and her titanic mature milky-soft-yet-firm peds.

“Anyhow, sweetheart, I guess you noticed I let you have a little more time to yourself this morning, and that’s not just because I’m your favorite person to stay with, besides your Mommy,” Nancy continued. Scott noticed the giantess’s hair was shinily damp from a recent shower, and her makeup was freshly applied, along with another full-body round of whatever combined scents and balms the woman used to fight her age. Whatever it was, it smelled almost as good to the shrinker now as the unfortunate essence of her seductive grunged-up leathery-stamped sweat-anointed giant feet did. “It’s also because I’ve got a LOT of things to take care of around town today… some errands to run, some doorbells to ring, some meetings to set up for Judy, maybe even a little shopping if there’s time… and I don’t feel right leaving you all by your lonesome here in this big house for so long. I promised to take good care of you, after all, and I’m not about to let anyone call me negligent. So of course you’re going to be my handsome little tagalong today, in what used to just be my favorite spot for keeping you, but… something tells me you’ve started coming around to feeling that way, too. Now come on out here. We’ve got so many places to go, so many steps to take, and only so many hours in the day.”