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Sweaty worship

Added 2023-02-19 11:00:15 +0000 UTC

As your mother got home from a long day at work, she barely even acknowledged you, merely kicking her heels off, complaining about having to stand all day, then going to the kitchen to grab a drink ...

This was nothing out of your new ordinary, ever since you'd shrunk and your mother noticed you one day when cleaning the house, she no longer saw you or treated you as her son ... you had somehow lost your humanity, and what made you a "family member", becoming barely more than the "family pet", and even a pet would get treated better.

Her social obligations and expectations were no longer.
And that is a fact she made extremely clean to you the day she found you, nearly crushing you to death for not getting on your knees to kiss her feet in gratitude.

You were no longer her son, you were her toy, she brought you into the world, and made it clear that she would end it whenever she saw fit to do so. Provided you did as you were told and did a good job of it.

But what began as resentment and anger for you at first, slowly turned to adoration, as your mother was still a very attractive women (seeing as she did have you young), and the scent of her massive feet, the aroma of her sweat and the warmth you felt when she rested them upon your tiny body became more and more arousing to you as the days past.

So when she got home, you didn't think about anything other than to lay down on your back and offer her your squishy body as a foot rest, then to pamper and worship her feet ... doing your absolute best to help her relax from another hard day at work.