Friday evening was upon the Heart household and things were busy. Claire, the mother, was getting ready to cook a variety of party foods including pizzas and sausage rolls, because soon she would be hosting some of her co-workers and even her boss at her house! Her black hair was immaculate and she hoped it would stay that way despite all the work she was doing right now. Contrary to the usual shades of grey in both her work and exercise outfits, she was wearing a navy blue satin long sleeve twist top that showed off both her toned midriff and a bit of cleavage, and she had paired this with a matching skirt that reached her knees. She also had a pair of silver sandals on that had low heels and a strap just before the toes. Hopefully these would remain comfortable throughout the evening, although the slightly anxious look on her face suggested that this wasn't her greatest concern.
Blake, her son, was busy as well, setting out snacks on the dining room table and tidying up the lounge. Unlike Claire, who had made an effort to wear something nicer than usual, the young mage was still in his usual black-and-grey casual clothes and his black hair was a bit untidy. While he was fine with helping his mother prepare for tonight's party, he wished he could study and practise magic in his room tonight, ideally before the guests arrived.
Every Friday, some of the women at Claire's workplace would have a get-together at one of their houses. Whenever it was Claire's turn to host, like this week, she insisted that Blake stick around to chat with the others and help keep everything running smoothly. Yet the experience was always humiliating and uncomfortable for the mage. The ladies would get more than a little tipsy, ask him awkward questions, make embarrassing comments, and get uncomfortably close to him. Not necessarily in that order. He couldn't even count on his mother to bail him out, partly because she was usually about as drunk as her co-workers. He didn't really understand why she was adamant about him being part of the party despite his protests. Would him not being there really ruin it for everyone else?
As Blake placed a plate on the dining room table that had on it little tubs with various dips for nachos, he got an idea. Earlier in the day, he studied a spell that would shrink him down to about an inch tall and had the handy benefit of protecting him from physical harm while at that size. At least, that's what he remembered about the spell, but it sounded like a good way to get out of the party. Once shrunk, he could hide in all sorts of places until the party was over, or maybe even sneak into his room unnoticed. Yes, this was a perfect plan with absolutely no drawbacks!
Suddenly, Blake saw a couple of taxis drive down the road towards the house. He glanced at the clock on the wall and it was now a minute or two after 7 o' clock, which roughly coincided with when these parties always started. The guests would be here in a matter of seconds! With no time to waste, Blake spoke the magical chant to activate the spell, shrinking himself rapidly.
"What was that, Blake?" Claire asked as she retrieved two bottles from her wine cabinet. The sounds she had heard his voice make sounded sort of like words but also not words at the same time. When she approached the dining room table where she definitely heard his voice coming from, however, she couldn't see him anywhere. "Blake?" she uttered in confusion as she went to set the wine bottles on the table. "Where the heck did he go?"
Now only an inch tall just like the spell said, Blake found himself on the dining room floor with his mother's giant feet heading straight for him. He looked around quickly for a place to hide only to find that there weren't really any good ones he could reach in time. Thankfully, Claire stopped short of stepping on him, but her feet were so close to him that he could almost touch them. They looked nice with their polished toenails and, thanks to Claire taking a moment to clean them after she got home from work, they didn't smell too bad either.
Seeing his mother's feet up close like this gave Blake an idea. Claire would surely guess that he had gone to his room, so she would go there to get him. He could hitch a ride on one of her feet and get off once she reached his room. Then, when she failed to find him there, she'd unwittingly leave him there and he'd be home free! The tiny mage put his plan into action and began to squeeze into a gap between two of the toes on the giant woman's right foot.
Unfortunately for Blake, Claire could feel something tickling her foot. She sat down on the nearest chair and raised her foot to investigate. By that point, Blake had already wedged himself in between two of the toes so he wasn't sent flying by the sudden motion of the giant foot. Instead, he found himself looking up sheepishly at his mother. Her eyes widened and her jaw went slack when she realised what she was seeing.
"Blake!? What in the ... why are you so tiny?" Claire said, her voice barely more than a whisper due to how bewildered she was. While she tried to piece together what had happened, Blake tried to think of the best way to explain this to her. Could he use this to drive home just how much he didn't like these work parties she made him take part in, or would he be better off coming up with a plausible lie?
Before anyone could say anything, however, Blake and Claire heard the doorbell ring. They both looked towards the front door, and then back at each other nervously. Claire's thoughts suddenly shifted from trying to understand why her son had shrunk to what to do with him while she had company. He may not have understood why but he was always a big hit at these get-togethers, so she still wanted him to get involved. But with him now being so small, she was going to have to work extra hard to make sure everything went well.
"Maybe we can work with this," Claire said to herself as she plucked Blake from between her toes. Then, without any warning, she stuck him in between her breasts. She slid him further and further down until he was truly pinned by the fleshy orbs with only his head poking out the top of her cleavage. Once she was happy that her son wasn't going anywhere, she sprung from her seat and hurried to the front door, her boobs jiggling with each step she took but keeping the tiny mage firmly in place. Blake might have enjoyed this if it was with someone he was romantically interested in, but with his mother, it was just embarrassing.