Giving In To Melissa
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
Your eyes locked with Melissa's as she finally seemed to recognize you as more than a piece of soap. At first she had a look of confusion on her face as she pondered what she was even looking at, but as the realization set in, you saw her frown swiftly switch into a bright smile. Your rolled your eyes in annoyance as Melissa absolutely erupted into a fit, fully realizing the chain of events that had just cemented you to a full course tour to every inch of her voluptuous body. "Wow Thomas! You really outdid yourself this time! Your creativity really knows no bounds! Damn that is too funny!" Melissa suddenly covered her mouth with her free hand guilty. "Oops, pardon my french! Guess I'd better...wash my mouth out...with soap, right?" You felt the inertia hit hard as Melissa raised you up above her head, letting her tongue flop out in front of you as she stared deeply at your reaction. You screamed for mercy as Melissa brought you closer and closer until her hot breath penetrated even the surrounding hot steam to hit you in the face. suddenly, Melissa dropped you back to chest level before slyly saying "Just kidding!" with a cute wink down at you. Peering down at you still stuck deep within the bar of soap, Melissa couldn't pass up this opportunity to nab another photo. "Sit tight for me real quick, honey. I just need one little thing!" Reaching her arm out of the shower, she retrieved her phone from the bathroom counter before opening up the camera app and quickly grabbing a shot. You went flush with embarrassment at your sorry state and could only lay helplessly while Melissa fiddled with her phone and ponder if this was why they started making smart phones water resistant. Melissa giggled to herself before scraping you free from the bar of soap with a fingernail and running you under the relaxing hot water. Finally it seeemed you were free from your soapy chains as the water was turned off and Melissa set you down on the sink. Grabbing a fresh towel, you watched as your mom moved the monolithic towel across her whole body, quickly wiping away water droplets twice your size in an instant. Once she was done, she looked down at you, your hair and body completely soaked still.
"Looks like we don't have any hand dryers around here," Melissa stated obviously, "Oh, I've got a better idea!" Melissa sat on her heels, bringing her face down to your level before puckering her lips up. You winced wondering what was coming next as suddenly a sharp gust of wind blew at you. Despite the air coming from Melissa's hot mouth, and the air being mildly moist to begin with(not to mention a few imperceptible spit droplets loosely flying your way) Melissa's powerful blowing actually seemed to dry most of the water off your tiny body and she noticed this and beamed with her bright idea. "I can't believe I never thought of this before! Looks like I have some good ideas to rival your own!" You were too busy frustrated she couldn't just use a simple towel to notice she was still under the impression your mishap in the shower was all your bright idea just to see your mom smile. Your mother stood up tall once again and you were face to face with her hips and exposed privates and you couldn't help but go red at the sight in embarrassment. Melissa took notice and turned around, facing you inches from her plump booty, heading out of the bathroom saying "Alright, I'll get some clothes on and come back for you, okay honey? Wait there for mommy!" You watched her assets bounce as her hips swayed with the simple steps out of the steamy bathroom. You lay bored in wait on the bathroom counter for your mom to return as you heard her helping herself to Chelsea's drawers. Besides the happy humming, you heard your mom occasionally mumble somethings as she scoured for what she wanted to change into after a long day. "Ooooh that looks nice. Ooof a little tight on me though..." You winced imaging the chewing out you were going to receive from Chelsea when she returned home to find her best clothes stretched, used, and abused by your mom's generous curves. It wasn't long before your face went white with the horrifying sound of a *RIPPPPPP* breaking the air. You face-palmed wondering what it could be before your mother's voice called out in sing-song voice, "Oh Thomassssss, Mommy could use your help agaaaaain!"
You cringed imaging your mother dangling some torn shirt or panties in the doorway but instead she simply appeared holding a torn sock. Melissa had changed into some light blue pajama pants that seemed ready to burst at the seems near her hips, and also a loose green crop top that exposed her midriff. Clutching a torn sock in her hand your mother looked sheepishly with her hands crossed at her hips. "Of all the things that didn't fit it was the last thing I needed! What am I going to do now?" Your mom cried out with despair. You crossed your arms and didn't buy her act at all. "Gee I don't know, not wear socks tonight?" Your mom's face changed slightly into a pout, upset you weren't immediately complying with her sly plan. "But honey, I don't want my feet to get cold! You've got to help me with something!" Your mom's lower lip jutted out as she entered full on pout and plead mode. You saw right through this and knew this was going to be some kind of elaborate plan to get another photo of you for Son Squishers and you weren't buying it. "What kind of scheme are you trying to pull, mom? I'm not going to go get you another pair of socks!" Your mother smiled seeing her window and replied, "I don't need more socks, I just want you to be a sock for the night, honey!" Your jaw dropped at her blatantly ludicrous proposition and she noticed and quickly waved her hands in front of her face dismissively before adding "Look! If you just be a sweet little sock for Mommy, we'll stay in tonight and just watch movies like we used to on Saturday nights! I won't even step on you I'll sit with my feet up and you can just watch the movie! Then before bed I'll take you off and everyone wins!" You couldn't believe this was her scheme but it didn't sound all that bad. You weren't sure there was any other way to get her off your back as she kept relenting reasons you should accept. "And my feet are nice and clean right now! And the pic I took of you in the shower was all blurry so you kinda owe me! And we'll keep each other warm! AND..." You couldn't take the pleading anymore and cut her off, "Alright! Alright! I'll be your sock! BUT no stepping on me, AT ALL and you take me off as soon as you get ready for bed!"
With your consent and without wasting another moment, your mother swiftly swiped you up in her grip and skipped her way over to Chelsea's bed plopping her behind onto it. Not bothering to wait another second you mom squashed you giggling as you flattened out like paper between her two palms. Propping her right foot onto one knee you whimpered seeing the minor dirt and sheen of sweat your mom had already managed to work up just walking around Chelsea's apartment. Noticing your face was right in Melissa's pink sole, you tried to scream up to your mother that she was putting you on inside out and you wouldn't be able to watch the movie this way, but she just carelessly pulled you on taut around her foot up to her ankle, snapping your body loose and feeling you hug her foot and ankle perfectly. "What did you say, honey? Were you trying to say something just now?" Your mom turned her head to bring her ear down close to you; Melissa thought your face and thus mouth were on the outside of her sock and thus you could see and communicate freely But she was completely oblivious your mouth was forced open tightly against her hot sole. "Hmmmm. Guess not! Thanks again for doing this, honey! I love being able to spend this time together!" You would have reciprocated the loving gesture back up to your giantess mother if you weren't forced to be tasting the bottom of her quickly heating up and perspiring foot. She giggled and childishly wiggled her toes inside of you before calling down, "Wow, I would kill just to have a pair of you, Thomas. Seriously this is euphoric feeling you down there! Guess I'll have to settle on the other foot though..." You didn't know what Melissa was really saying as she propped up her other foot and slid her sweaty purple sock she had worn earlier over her left foot. You tried to scream up that if she was willing to wear a dirty sock she should just wear both of her purple socks! You didn't understand Melissa's contorted "glass half full" logic as she figured one clean sock was better than none! You tried to scream for Melissa to just take you off at any rate but your screams were mere tickles against the massive sole of Melissa and she giggled in pleasure at your squirms. "Ohhh how sweet! You want to give me a little massage while you're down there? You're the best, sweetie!" Your mom blew you a kiss before hopping her way into bed. Grabbing the remote and getting comfy, your mom switched on the TV before finding a good flick to put on. She casually crossed her ankles, hovering her left foot right in front of you. Even if you could have seen outside of her foot your view would've been totally blocked by this sweaty purple fabric that Melissa began massaging into you. Mindlessly rubbing her feet together, Melissa settled in for a comfy movie night in with her son, completely unaware of the torture she was putting you through as you licked at her wide sweaty sole and were haunted by the haze of stale sweat smearing into you from her other sock. You tried not to struggle, not wanting to give your mom the impression you were trying to massage her huge feet and not wanting to taste any more than you had to. You groaned knowing you were in for a long night.
"Hope you like romantic comedies!" Melissa boomed down to you before laughing and hitting play.
"Looks like we don't have any hand dryers around here," Melissa stated obviously, "Oh, I've got a better idea!" Melissa sat on her heels, bringing her face down to your level before puckering her lips up. You winced wondering what was coming next as suddenly a sharp gust of wind blew at you. Despite the air coming from Melissa's hot mouth, and the air being mildly moist to begin with(not to mention a few imperceptible spit droplets loosely flying your way) Melissa's powerful blowing actually seemed to dry most of the water off your tiny body and she noticed this and beamed with her bright idea. "I can't believe I never thought of this before! Looks like I have some good ideas to rival your own!" You were too busy frustrated she couldn't just use a simple towel to notice she was still under the impression your mishap in the shower was all your bright idea just to see your mom smile. Your mother stood up tall once again and you were face to face with her hips and exposed privates and you couldn't help but go red at the sight in embarrassment. Melissa took notice and turned around, facing you inches from her plump booty, heading out of the bathroom saying "Alright, I'll get some clothes on and come back for you, okay honey? Wait there for mommy!" You watched her assets bounce as her hips swayed with the simple steps out of the steamy bathroom. You lay bored in wait on the bathroom counter for your mom to return as you heard her helping herself to Chelsea's drawers. Besides the happy humming, you heard your mom occasionally mumble somethings as she scoured for what she wanted to change into after a long day. "Ooooh that looks nice. Ooof a little tight on me though..." You winced imaging the chewing out you were going to receive from Chelsea when she returned home to find her best clothes stretched, used, and abused by your mom's generous curves. It wasn't long before your face went white with the horrifying sound of a *RIPPPPPP* breaking the air. You face-palmed wondering what it could be before your mother's voice called out in sing-song voice, "Oh Thomassssss, Mommy could use your help agaaaaain!"
You cringed imaging your mother dangling some torn shirt or panties in the doorway but instead she simply appeared holding a torn sock. Melissa had changed into some light blue pajama pants that seemed ready to burst at the seems near her hips, and also a loose green crop top that exposed her midriff. Clutching a torn sock in her hand your mother looked sheepishly with her hands crossed at her hips. "Of all the things that didn't fit it was the last thing I needed! What am I going to do now?" Your mom cried out with despair. You crossed your arms and didn't buy her act at all. "Gee I don't know, not wear socks tonight?" Your mom's face changed slightly into a pout, upset you weren't immediately complying with her sly plan. "But honey, I don't want my feet to get cold! You've got to help me with something!" Your mom's lower lip jutted out as she entered full on pout and plead mode. You saw right through this and knew this was going to be some kind of elaborate plan to get another photo of you for Son Squishers and you weren't buying it. "What kind of scheme are you trying to pull, mom? I'm not going to go get you another pair of socks!" Your mother smiled seeing her window and replied, "I don't need more socks, I just want you to be a sock for the night, honey!" Your jaw dropped at her blatantly ludicrous proposition and she noticed and quickly waved her hands in front of her face dismissively before adding "Look! If you just be a sweet little sock for Mommy, we'll stay in tonight and just watch movies like we used to on Saturday nights! I won't even step on you I'll sit with my feet up and you can just watch the movie! Then before bed I'll take you off and everyone wins!" You couldn't believe this was her scheme but it didn't sound all that bad. You weren't sure there was any other way to get her off your back as she kept relenting reasons you should accept. "And my feet are nice and clean right now! And the pic I took of you in the shower was all blurry so you kinda owe me! And we'll keep each other warm! AND..." You couldn't take the pleading anymore and cut her off, "Alright! Alright! I'll be your sock! BUT no stepping on me, AT ALL and you take me off as soon as you get ready for bed!"
With your consent and without wasting another moment, your mother swiftly swiped you up in her grip and skipped her way over to Chelsea's bed plopping her behind onto it. Not bothering to wait another second you mom squashed you giggling as you flattened out like paper between her two palms. Propping her right foot onto one knee you whimpered seeing the minor dirt and sheen of sweat your mom had already managed to work up just walking around Chelsea's apartment. Noticing your face was right in Melissa's pink sole, you tried to scream up to your mother that she was putting you on inside out and you wouldn't be able to watch the movie this way, but she just carelessly pulled you on taut around her foot up to her ankle, snapping your body loose and feeling you hug her foot and ankle perfectly. "What did you say, honey? Were you trying to say something just now?" Your mom turned her head to bring her ear down close to you; Melissa thought your face and thus mouth were on the outside of her sock and thus you could see and communicate freely But she was completely oblivious your mouth was forced open tightly against her hot sole. "Hmmmm. Guess not! Thanks again for doing this, honey! I love being able to spend this time together!" You would have reciprocated the loving gesture back up to your giantess mother if you weren't forced to be tasting the bottom of her quickly heating up and perspiring foot. She giggled and childishly wiggled her toes inside of you before calling down, "Wow, I would kill just to have a pair of you, Thomas. Seriously this is euphoric feeling you down there! Guess I'll have to settle on the other foot though..." You didn't know what Melissa was really saying as she propped up her other foot and slid her sweaty purple sock she had worn earlier over her left foot. You tried to scream up that if she was willing to wear a dirty sock she should just wear both of her purple socks! You didn't understand Melissa's contorted "glass half full" logic as she figured one clean sock was better than none! You tried to scream for Melissa to just take you off at any rate but your screams were mere tickles against the massive sole of Melissa and she giggled in pleasure at your squirms. "Ohhh how sweet! You want to give me a little massage while you're down there? You're the best, sweetie!" Your mom blew you a kiss before hopping her way into bed. Grabbing the remote and getting comfy, your mom switched on the TV before finding a good flick to put on. She casually crossed her ankles, hovering her left foot right in front of you. Even if you could have seen outside of her foot your view would've been totally blocked by this sweaty purple fabric that Melissa began massaging into you. Mindlessly rubbing her feet together, Melissa settled in for a comfy movie night in with her son, completely unaware of the torture she was putting you through as you licked at her wide sweaty sole and were haunted by the haze of stale sweat smearing into you from her other sock. You tried not to struggle, not wanting to give your mom the impression you were trying to massage her huge feet and not wanting to taste any more than you had to. You groaned knowing you were in for a long night.
"Hope you like romantic comedies!" Melissa boomed down to you before laughing and hitting play.
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