Movie Marathon Underfoot
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
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You spent the better part of an hour with your face totally plastered up against the hot sole of Melissa's foot. All you could taste, smell, and see was the moist pink flesh as she watched on, occasionally breaking out into a fit of laughter; and all you could do to try and pass the time was focus on listening to the lame film but it was nearly impossible to focus on anything besides your torture as your thoughts were constantly interrupted by Melissa restlessly wiggling her toes inside of you, stretching you out only for her to clench down, squishing some of you in-between her toes. 'Wow, he really feels sooo good down there at my feet. They sure are sore from that workout and walking all around campus with him today. I wish he'd get back to massaging though that would make me feel so much more relaxed!' Melissa thought to herself. Nudging your body with her other foot, Melissa spoke down to you using her sweetest voice possible, "Oh Tommy, honey, would you mind rubbing mommy's feet while you're down there watching the movie? I'd really really appreciate it~". Your mom continued nuzzling you with her other foot, rubbing the damp, sweaty fibers of her well worn sock onto you subjecting you to their powerful stench. You couldn't take much more and tried to appease her with a small buzz against her sensitive sole, but she simply let out a small snort before retorting down to you, "You call that a massage? Let me show you exactly how I like it done".
Your world shifted suddenly as Melissa brought her foot wielding you up to her lap before clasping you in her warm hands. You wondered how exactly she planned on showing you how you could massage her better but your answer was soon delivered as you felt her thumbs crash painfully onto you. Kneading her thumbs into her tired sole, Melissa purred out in pleasure at feeling her aching feet receive some attention for the first time in months. You, on the other hand, felt your face being pulverized, being pushed with utmost force into the sweaty ball of the perspiring foot as all you could see was pink flesh rubbed to and fro across your line of sight. Your attempts to cry out were nullified as you immediately felt her fresh sweat coat the inside of your mouth with it's salty taste. Mindlessly rubbing her fingers into all the corners of her foot, Melissa's eyes stayed glued to her movie oblivious to the pure torture she was putting her abiding son through as she figured you were probably getting as equally good a massage as she was. "Feel's good, am I right?" Melissa boomed out in between moans of pleasure as she felt your body squish softly under her firm presses. You began to cry out in protest only for your struggles and meek licks against her sole to be perceived as additional stimulation, causing Melissa to blush and coo out, "Mmmmm now you're getting the hang of it! God if you're not careful Mommy will end up taking you home with her, that would be heaven after work everyday!" You gulped hearing Melissa's fantasy as her face reddened imaging how happy she'd be to have her little man back home with her for new fun times to be had every single day.
The grinding of your mother's fingertips continued until she was satisfied with how her sole felt. You felt fresh cool air brush against your face as your mom peeled you off of her foot. From the inside of your sock form you saw your smiling mother looking filled with elation down at her foot. You plopped in a heap down on her stomach as she brushed her fingers against her sole. "Wow, I feel totally refreshed, my sole even feels smoother! You are like a total spa deal in one little package!" You winced, not enjoying the comparison in the slightest, not to mention the implications that went along with 'little' even if they were justified. You tried to reform or speak out but just as quickly as you started to try you saw Melissa's hand reach right over you and grab you up. With her free hand, Melissa removed her purple sock on her other foot before exclaiming to you excitedly, "On to the next one!" Melissa wiggled her foot deeply into your form; Her toes slowly squeezed by you, slathering you in a fresh sheen of sweat from this yet untreated foot.
"Alright, as a little challenge you can do this foot all on your own," you lay motionless in protest, hoping she'd somehow get the hint this was not a voluntary role you were serving. Raising an eyebrow at your inactivity, Melissa asked quizzically, "That is, unless you want my help?" Fearing the repeat of the furious pounding and smearing into your mom's sweaty sole you began massaging away to the very best of your ability. You heard a pleased sigh escape her lips as she straightened her legs out once again, pleased with your effort and returning to her movie.
At the end of the first film, you felt yourself shift heavily as Melissa swapped her legs over the side of the bed. You had a second where you were hovering above the floor before Melissa squashed you down against the dirty ground. "Don't worry, this is just a brief intermission. If you liked that one I'm sure you'll love the sequel we're watching next!" You groaned as you felt the familiar routine begin again with each step squeezing the life out of you under Melissa's full weight. Melissa stopped suddenly atop you in the middle of the dorm. She felt a nagging itch in the back of her mind telling her she was forgetting something important. 'Didn't Thomas want me to prevent something...something he wanted me not to do..' Melissa began tapping her foot, rocking you up and into the floor repeatedly as she thought as hard as she could. 'Well, if I forgot, it must not be that important! Besides, he agreed to be a dang sock of all things I'm sure he knows exactly what that entails!" Content with her totally air headed line of thought, Melissa happily made her way with a spring in her step to the small cabinet of snacks Chelsea kept on hand in her dorm's kitchenette.You felt renewed pressure as Melissa stepped up on her tip toes, searching deep in the cabinets for something to satisfy her cravings. First she withdrew a bag of popcorn she immediately threw into the microwave, but while it was popping she kept digging.
It was with a gasp above you heard your mother withdraw something with a clang. Melissa had her mouth wide open as she held a half empty bottle of red wine in her hand. " I'm going to have to have a llong talk with that young lady friend of yours, Thomas. You'd better not have drank any of this!" Melissa scolded, pondering what to do with you as she heard her popcorn go off. "Well, I guess...as a responsible mother... I should dispose of this so no other underage students get their hands on it." You mentally face palmed at the idea of your mother awarding herself the title of responsible as you were squashed flat under her sweaty foot but you had no say in the matter as Melissa quickly poured herself a tall glass before returning with her popcorn right back into Chelsea's bed. Pulling out her phone, Melissa had the great idea of making a quick post, taking a picture of the scene before her with her drink and tan "sock" right in center stage. "Nothing like a movie, popcorn, some wine, and most importantly a thoughtful and caring son underfoot to make for the most perfect night in EVER!" Melissa typed up hitting send before bursting into a fit of drunken laughter as the warm tipsy feeling overtook her.
With a light hiccup, Melissa switched off the lights and hit play on her next film, munching away at her popcorn and polishing off Chelsea's contraband bottle while relishing in the blissful squirms you continued to provide her fatigued soles. You were forced to lick away new layers of never ending sweat in fear of drowning as you heard Melissa's taunting laughter overhead. When you weren't chocking back sweat you managed some shallow breaths only to be overwhelmed by the rising and equally intoxicating smell Melissa's foot was producing. Exhaustion and malaise washed over you, but whenever your "massaging" died down in the slightest, Melissa made sure to nudge her other foot right into you and wiggle her toes reminding you of your purpose down under her feet.
Powerful yawns escaped Melissa's plump lips as each movie played on. As a second and third movie wrapped up, you prayed you would be whisked off of this sweaty, stinky sole at any moment. But it was only when you heard the credits rolling and Melissa not motioning to play something new, that your blood went cold with the harsh realization she had fallen asleep with you strapped to her. You tried to scream, nudge, lick, or anything to wake her up but Melissa had grown so used to your advances throughout the night they simply meshed right into her deep sleep. You sobbed at the realization you would be stuck under your mom's foot for many more hours and began to pray you would be removed first thing in the morning.
Letting out a cute sigh, Melissa rolled over in her sleep as you passed out as well. A light layer of drool streamed out of her mouth as she moaned happily dreaming up something clearly amusing. A fresh droplet of sweat rolled it's way down Melissa's toe, splashing you in the eye, as if determined to prevent you from the sweet escape of sleep. Hours droned by with you blasted by the heat steaming off Melissa's foot before the stench finally forced you to pass out. It was only when sunlight streamed it's way into the room you felt Melissa stretching out her legs with a yawn as she stirred awake. You felt her toes stretch inside of you forcefully waking you up. Grasping her head you heard her moan in annoyance, "Oh god...what a hangover...Geez I can hardly remember what happened last night. At least my feet feel great." Looking down, Melissa cocked an eyebrow before saying "What's with this squishy sock?"
What happens next?
Your world shifted suddenly as Melissa brought her foot wielding you up to her lap before clasping you in her warm hands. You wondered how exactly she planned on showing you how you could massage her better but your answer was soon delivered as you felt her thumbs crash painfully onto you. Kneading her thumbs into her tired sole, Melissa purred out in pleasure at feeling her aching feet receive some attention for the first time in months. You, on the other hand, felt your face being pulverized, being pushed with utmost force into the sweaty ball of the perspiring foot as all you could see was pink flesh rubbed to and fro across your line of sight. Your attempts to cry out were nullified as you immediately felt her fresh sweat coat the inside of your mouth with it's salty taste. Mindlessly rubbing her fingers into all the corners of her foot, Melissa's eyes stayed glued to her movie oblivious to the pure torture she was putting her abiding son through as she figured you were probably getting as equally good a massage as she was. "Feel's good, am I right?" Melissa boomed out in between moans of pleasure as she felt your body squish softly under her firm presses. You began to cry out in protest only for your struggles and meek licks against her sole to be perceived as additional stimulation, causing Melissa to blush and coo out, "Mmmmm now you're getting the hang of it! God if you're not careful Mommy will end up taking you home with her, that would be heaven after work everyday!" You gulped hearing Melissa's fantasy as her face reddened imaging how happy she'd be to have her little man back home with her for new fun times to be had every single day.
The grinding of your mother's fingertips continued until she was satisfied with how her sole felt. You felt fresh cool air brush against your face as your mom peeled you off of her foot. From the inside of your sock form you saw your smiling mother looking filled with elation down at her foot. You plopped in a heap down on her stomach as she brushed her fingers against her sole. "Wow, I feel totally refreshed, my sole even feels smoother! You are like a total spa deal in one little package!" You winced, not enjoying the comparison in the slightest, not to mention the implications that went along with 'little' even if they were justified. You tried to reform or speak out but just as quickly as you started to try you saw Melissa's hand reach right over you and grab you up. With her free hand, Melissa removed her purple sock on her other foot before exclaiming to you excitedly, "On to the next one!" Melissa wiggled her foot deeply into your form; Her toes slowly squeezed by you, slathering you in a fresh sheen of sweat from this yet untreated foot.
"Alright, as a little challenge you can do this foot all on your own," you lay motionless in protest, hoping she'd somehow get the hint this was not a voluntary role you were serving. Raising an eyebrow at your inactivity, Melissa asked quizzically, "That is, unless you want my help?" Fearing the repeat of the furious pounding and smearing into your mom's sweaty sole you began massaging away to the very best of your ability. You heard a pleased sigh escape her lips as she straightened her legs out once again, pleased with your effort and returning to her movie.
At the end of the first film, you felt yourself shift heavily as Melissa swapped her legs over the side of the bed. You had a second where you were hovering above the floor before Melissa squashed you down against the dirty ground. "Don't worry, this is just a brief intermission. If you liked that one I'm sure you'll love the sequel we're watching next!" You groaned as you felt the familiar routine begin again with each step squeezing the life out of you under Melissa's full weight. Melissa stopped suddenly atop you in the middle of the dorm. She felt a nagging itch in the back of her mind telling her she was forgetting something important. 'Didn't Thomas want me to prevent something...something he wanted me not to do..' Melissa began tapping her foot, rocking you up and into the floor repeatedly as she thought as hard as she could. 'Well, if I forgot, it must not be that important! Besides, he agreed to be a dang sock of all things I'm sure he knows exactly what that entails!" Content with her totally air headed line of thought, Melissa happily made her way with a spring in her step to the small cabinet of snacks Chelsea kept on hand in her dorm's kitchenette.You felt renewed pressure as Melissa stepped up on her tip toes, searching deep in the cabinets for something to satisfy her cravings. First she withdrew a bag of popcorn she immediately threw into the microwave, but while it was popping she kept digging.
It was with a gasp above you heard your mother withdraw something with a clang. Melissa had her mouth wide open as she held a half empty bottle of red wine in her hand. " I'm going to have to have a llong talk with that young lady friend of yours, Thomas. You'd better not have drank any of this!" Melissa scolded, pondering what to do with you as she heard her popcorn go off. "Well, I guess...as a responsible mother... I should dispose of this so no other underage students get their hands on it." You mentally face palmed at the idea of your mother awarding herself the title of responsible as you were squashed flat under her sweaty foot but you had no say in the matter as Melissa quickly poured herself a tall glass before returning with her popcorn right back into Chelsea's bed. Pulling out her phone, Melissa had the great idea of making a quick post, taking a picture of the scene before her with her drink and tan "sock" right in center stage. "Nothing like a movie, popcorn, some wine, and most importantly a thoughtful and caring son underfoot to make for the most perfect night in EVER!" Melissa typed up hitting send before bursting into a fit of drunken laughter as the warm tipsy feeling overtook her.
With a light hiccup, Melissa switched off the lights and hit play on her next film, munching away at her popcorn and polishing off Chelsea's contraband bottle while relishing in the blissful squirms you continued to provide her fatigued soles. You were forced to lick away new layers of never ending sweat in fear of drowning as you heard Melissa's taunting laughter overhead. When you weren't chocking back sweat you managed some shallow breaths only to be overwhelmed by the rising and equally intoxicating smell Melissa's foot was producing. Exhaustion and malaise washed over you, but whenever your "massaging" died down in the slightest, Melissa made sure to nudge her other foot right into you and wiggle her toes reminding you of your purpose down under her feet.
Powerful yawns escaped Melissa's plump lips as each movie played on. As a second and third movie wrapped up, you prayed you would be whisked off of this sweaty, stinky sole at any moment. But it was only when you heard the credits rolling and Melissa not motioning to play something new, that your blood went cold with the harsh realization she had fallen asleep with you strapped to her. You tried to scream, nudge, lick, or anything to wake her up but Melissa had grown so used to your advances throughout the night they simply meshed right into her deep sleep. You sobbed at the realization you would be stuck under your mom's foot for many more hours and began to pray you would be removed first thing in the morning.
Letting out a cute sigh, Melissa rolled over in her sleep as you passed out as well. A light layer of drool streamed out of her mouth as she moaned happily dreaming up something clearly amusing. A fresh droplet of sweat rolled it's way down Melissa's toe, splashing you in the eye, as if determined to prevent you from the sweet escape of sleep. Hours droned by with you blasted by the heat steaming off Melissa's foot before the stench finally forced you to pass out. It was only when sunlight streamed it's way into the room you felt Melissa stretching out her legs with a yawn as she stirred awake. You felt her toes stretch inside of you forcefully waking you up. Grasping her head you heard her moan in annoyance, "Oh god...what a hangover...Geez I can hardly remember what happened last night. At least my feet feel great." Looking down, Melissa cocked an eyebrow before saying "What's with this squishy sock?"
What happens next?
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