Mom's Comfy Slippers
Billy screamed for all he was worth as harsh winds whipped past him at blinding speed. He was dangling upside down, his leg ensnared between his giant mother's bulbous inner thigh and underwear. As she made her way downstairs, entirely oblivious to the fact that she was carrying a stowaway, her legs effortlessly smothered the boy between them. Each of her steps sent endless plains of slightly damp, warm flesh smearing across Billy's sobbing face.
Patricia let out a sigh as she walked into the kitchen and over to the coffee maker. Below, Billy's harsh torture came to a temporary end as the woman stopped walking. His head was throbbing from hanging upside-down for so long and each desperate breath he took came with the thick, oppressive odor of his mom's nearby privates. Billy's guts spasmed and the poor boy violently retched, the micro-sized contents of his stomach splattering unnoticed onto the kitchen floor below between his mom's slippered feet.
As the coffee maker whirred to life and began brewing, Patricia whipped around and took a seat at the kitchen table to wait. Billy's unheard screams for help were silenced as the exhausted woman crossed her legs, burying him between two continent-sized masses of flab. Above, Patricia absentmindedly swiped through sites on her phone, unaware that she was squeezing the life out of her child.
Billy gasped between the vicegrip of flesh smothering him from every side. He was already light-headed from being upside-down for so long, but now the fierce heat from his mother's body was rapidly sapping the last of his life forced. He began to tremble in place as the last of his consciousness faded...
Patricia frowned as she felt the slight tug in her underwear again. What was that? She uncrossed her legs, thoughtlessly pulling her feet from her slippers in the process, and stood up. Then she reached down between her legs. She quickly ran a finger between the seam of her panties, but didn't feel anything worth looking away from her phone for. The coffee machine signaled that it was ready and that stole the last of her attention. She stepped away from the table, not even bothering to put her slippers back on, and padded over to the counter to get her drink.
Billy was knocked free from the underwear and let out a shriek of surprise as the world whipped by him. He was sure that this was it, that he was going to hit the kitchen floor and be smeared from existence, but to his surprise he hit a somewhat soft surface. It was still a harsh enough landing to send him careening forward into a warm and dark place and completely knock the breath out of him.
The poor shrunken lad groaned in pain and tried to catch his breath. Immediately he felt his senses swarmed with a thick, rank scent. It was just as overbearing as his mom's crotch, but musty in a different way. Hr could feel rumbling all around and the sound of his giant mom's innocent humming.
Fear began to well in his heart as Billy realized he had landed in his mom's slipper. The cavern-like shoe stretched all around him, loose chunks of fuzz, grime and hair dotted all around this alien surface. But the worst part by far was the smell. His mom's house slippers weren't the freshest things even at normal size, but at an inch tall it was like standing in a bog. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and began to limp for the exit.
The rumbles from the outside world suddenly grew stronger, and Billy saw only a flash of his mother's giant legs before the slipper's ceiling suddenly collapsed, crushing him into total darkness.
Patricia sipped her morning coffee as she absentmindedly played with her shoes. Her feet trampled the tops of the slippers over and over, drowning out her son's feeble cries of anguish. Suddenly they pulled back, crossing at the ankles below her chair.
Meanwhile inside the slipper, Billy weakly groaned in pain. His face was throbbing with searing pain, and he couldn't move a muscle. Dust and fuzz swirled around him in a cloud and he choked on the musty, funky smell. His body had been crushed into the slipper's insole so deeply he couldn't move. He was buried deep in the imprint of where the ball of Patricia's foot typical rested, now essentially part of the footwear. Only his face and upper body remained exposed from the sticky insole's grip.
As Billy struggled to free himself, he felt everything begin to darken. His mom's foot was entering the slipper. Crying, he redoubled his efforts as the warmth began to increase and everything went black...
Patricia took another sip of her coffee. She felt her feet getting cold and slid them back into her comfy slippers without a second thought.
Patricia let out a sigh as she walked into the kitchen and over to the coffee maker. Below, Billy's harsh torture came to a temporary end as the woman stopped walking. His head was throbbing from hanging upside-down for so long and each desperate breath he took came with the thick, oppressive odor of his mom's nearby privates. Billy's guts spasmed and the poor boy violently retched, the micro-sized contents of his stomach splattering unnoticed onto the kitchen floor below between his mom's slippered feet.
As the coffee maker whirred to life and began brewing, Patricia whipped around and took a seat at the kitchen table to wait. Billy's unheard screams for help were silenced as the exhausted woman crossed her legs, burying him between two continent-sized masses of flab. Above, Patricia absentmindedly swiped through sites on her phone, unaware that she was squeezing the life out of her child.
Billy gasped between the vicegrip of flesh smothering him from every side. He was already light-headed from being upside-down for so long, but now the fierce heat from his mother's body was rapidly sapping the last of his life forced. He began to tremble in place as the last of his consciousness faded...
Patricia frowned as she felt the slight tug in her underwear again. What was that? She uncrossed her legs, thoughtlessly pulling her feet from her slippers in the process, and stood up. Then she reached down between her legs. She quickly ran a finger between the seam of her panties, but didn't feel anything worth looking away from her phone for. The coffee machine signaled that it was ready and that stole the last of her attention. She stepped away from the table, not even bothering to put her slippers back on, and padded over to the counter to get her drink.
Billy was knocked free from the underwear and let out a shriek of surprise as the world whipped by him. He was sure that this was it, that he was going to hit the kitchen floor and be smeared from existence, but to his surprise he hit a somewhat soft surface. It was still a harsh enough landing to send him careening forward into a warm and dark place and completely knock the breath out of him.
The poor shrunken lad groaned in pain and tried to catch his breath. Immediately he felt his senses swarmed with a thick, rank scent. It was just as overbearing as his mom's crotch, but musty in a different way. Hr could feel rumbling all around and the sound of his giant mom's innocent humming.
Fear began to well in his heart as Billy realized he had landed in his mom's slipper. The cavern-like shoe stretched all around him, loose chunks of fuzz, grime and hair dotted all around this alien surface. But the worst part by far was the smell. His mom's house slippers weren't the freshest things even at normal size, but at an inch tall it was like standing in a bog. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and began to limp for the exit.
The rumbles from the outside world suddenly grew stronger, and Billy saw only a flash of his mother's giant legs before the slipper's ceiling suddenly collapsed, crushing him into total darkness.
Patricia sipped her morning coffee as she absentmindedly played with her shoes. Her feet trampled the tops of the slippers over and over, drowning out her son's feeble cries of anguish. Suddenly they pulled back, crossing at the ankles below her chair.
Meanwhile inside the slipper, Billy weakly groaned in pain. His face was throbbing with searing pain, and he couldn't move a muscle. Dust and fuzz swirled around him in a cloud and he choked on the musty, funky smell. His body had been crushed into the slipper's insole so deeply he couldn't move. He was buried deep in the imprint of where the ball of Patricia's foot typical rested, now essentially part of the footwear. Only his face and upper body remained exposed from the sticky insole's grip.
As Billy struggled to free himself, he felt everything begin to darken. His mom's foot was entering the slipper. Crying, he redoubled his efforts as the warmth began to increase and everything went black...
Patricia took another sip of her coffee. She felt her feet getting cold and slid them back into her comfy slippers without a second thought.
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June 10, 2023
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