(NOTE FROM HOSTE: Special Thanks to badguy for recovering some of the lost content from other stories. This chapter may look familiar as it is a partial re-poste. Names and some content have been edited to fit with the current storyline. Original author is not recalled at this time but as a community I hope you will enjoy this work.)
Billy’s world was a whirlwind of confusing pain. All he could see was darkness, with brief flashes of light as he was lifted up and slammed into the ground repeatedly. Billy’s head and chest were continually battered as his mother descended the stairs placing much of her weight on the balls of her foot instead of the heal. Billy was yanked up at a downward angle and face planted into the carpeted step then severally crushed as the giantess shifted her weight from one step to another. It wasn't until his giant mother made it to the last step when her nightgown moved away just enough to let a bit of light creep underneath, illuminating his prison. It was then when Billy saw his mom's left foot and realized what had happened. But before he could try to call out to her she took a step onto the hardwood floor.
If the carpet was painful, the floor was death. Billy screamed as his face was driven into the unforgiving wood, bloodying his nose and forcing him to bite his tongue unexpectedly. His body was compressed under the tough sole of his mother for a moment as her left foot went into the air and touched down, and then it was his turn. Once again he was lifted up into the air, his only chance to suck in precious oxygen before he was crushed. Over and over this went on, as his mother walked into the kitchen.
Patricia walked over to the counter and stood on her tip-toes to reach the cereal from the cupboard. Billy howled in pain as his face was buried into the freezing cold kitchen floor, the ball of his mom's foot digging into his back somehow even harder. Then he heard the clinking of dishes and the sink going and suddenly he was lifted up and slammed yet again. His face and body were turning purple with bruises and he was fading in and out of consciousness. With each step or movement her left foot made he was seeing spots.
After making her cereal and coffee, Patricia carried them over to the kitchen table where she read a magazine article while she ate. Billy gasped as he felt himself being lifted up, for a moment he thought he was finally saved but instead felt himself dropping harshly. Bracing himself for impact he shut his eyes tight but then realized nothing happened. When he opened them he found himself hanging midair and could see his mom's foot below. Billy realized she had crossed her legs and now he hung from her toes by his shirt. Billy tried to reach back to slip his shirt off but before he could the foot that had ensnared him begun shaking and bobbing wildly.
Patricia took a sip from her coffee and sighed as she dangled her right slipper from her crossed foot.
Billy couldn't help but vomit from the dizzying movements. For a brief second it stopped, and his mom rotated her ankle a few times gently, but then she kicked right back into the highspeed shaking, loosening up Todd's shirt a bit...
Patricia felt her slipper drop off her foot and hit the floor with a clap. She rotated her foot a bit, enjoying the way the air felt on her exposed sole before sliding her foot down and feeling for the lost shoe. It took a bit of feeling around, but she found it without too much effort and slid her foot in.
Billy had hit the ground so hard when he fell from the giantess' foot that the wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't even clutch his stomach in pain because of how stiff and achy his arms were. He just closed his swollen eyes and cried. Then he heard a thick rubbing noise and looked behind him to see his mom's foot sliding along the kitchen floor as if it was hunting him. He tried to yell out in surprise but all that came out was a choked croak. It took nearly all the strength in his body, but he managed to flip over. But before he could even make an attempt to stand his mom's colossal toes barreled into him, knocking him to the ground on his back. The ball of her foot landed on his chest hard before pulling back and then her toes dug up under his shirt once more, this time on his frontside. Billy grunted as her foot forced its way into his shirt over his chest and suddenly her big and second toes sprouted out the neck-hole, slamming Billy in the face and resting on either side of his head.
Patricia stood up from the table having finished her breakfast and put the dishes away. Still unaware that she was trampling her own son alive, she began to head to...
Billy’s world was a whirlwind of confusing pain. All he could see was darkness, with brief flashes of light as he was lifted up and slammed into the ground repeatedly. Billy’s head and chest were continually battered as his mother descended the stairs placing much of her weight on the balls of her foot instead of the heal. Billy was yanked up at a downward angle and face planted into the carpeted step then severally crushed as the giantess shifted her weight from one step to another. It wasn't until his giant mother made it to the last step when her nightgown moved away just enough to let a bit of light creep underneath, illuminating his prison. It was then when Billy saw his mom's left foot and realized what had happened. But before he could try to call out to her she took a step onto the hardwood floor.
If the carpet was painful, the floor was death. Billy screamed as his face was driven into the unforgiving wood, bloodying his nose and forcing him to bite his tongue unexpectedly. His body was compressed under the tough sole of his mother for a moment as her left foot went into the air and touched down, and then it was his turn. Once again he was lifted up into the air, his only chance to suck in precious oxygen before he was crushed. Over and over this went on, as his mother walked into the kitchen.
Patricia walked over to the counter and stood on her tip-toes to reach the cereal from the cupboard. Billy howled in pain as his face was buried into the freezing cold kitchen floor, the ball of his mom's foot digging into his back somehow even harder. Then he heard the clinking of dishes and the sink going and suddenly he was lifted up and slammed yet again. His face and body were turning purple with bruises and he was fading in and out of consciousness. With each step or movement her left foot made he was seeing spots.
After making her cereal and coffee, Patricia carried them over to the kitchen table where she read a magazine article while she ate. Billy gasped as he felt himself being lifted up, for a moment he thought he was finally saved but instead felt himself dropping harshly. Bracing himself for impact he shut his eyes tight but then realized nothing happened. When he opened them he found himself hanging midair and could see his mom's foot below. Billy realized she had crossed her legs and now he hung from her toes by his shirt. Billy tried to reach back to slip his shirt off but before he could the foot that had ensnared him begun shaking and bobbing wildly.
Patricia took a sip from her coffee and sighed as she dangled her right slipper from her crossed foot.
Billy couldn't help but vomit from the dizzying movements. For a brief second it stopped, and his mom rotated her ankle a few times gently, but then she kicked right back into the highspeed shaking, loosening up Todd's shirt a bit...
Patricia felt her slipper drop off her foot and hit the floor with a clap. She rotated her foot a bit, enjoying the way the air felt on her exposed sole before sliding her foot down and feeling for the lost shoe. It took a bit of feeling around, but she found it without too much effort and slid her foot in.
Billy had hit the ground so hard when he fell from the giantess' foot that the wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't even clutch his stomach in pain because of how stiff and achy his arms were. He just closed his swollen eyes and cried. Then he heard a thick rubbing noise and looked behind him to see his mom's foot sliding along the kitchen floor as if it was hunting him. He tried to yell out in surprise but all that came out was a choked croak. It took nearly all the strength in his body, but he managed to flip over. But before he could even make an attempt to stand his mom's colossal toes barreled into him, knocking him to the ground on his back. The ball of her foot landed on his chest hard before pulling back and then her toes dug up under his shirt once more, this time on his frontside. Billy grunted as her foot forced its way into his shirt over his chest and suddenly her big and second toes sprouted out the neck-hole, slamming Billy in the face and resting on either side of his head.
Patricia stood up from the table having finished her breakfast and put the dishes away. Still unaware that she was trampling her own son alive, she began to head to...
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June 10, 2023
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