Diane decided to go home and rest a little. She was a hard working mother and looked forward to grabbing some butt time on the couch, maybe watch some tv, and then look for her son. She did so, removing her tired, somewhat sweaty feet from her shoes. Much of the sweat had dried, leaving behind a dry, sweetly pungent reek so characteristic of mature women. She placed both of her large, slightly tan feet on her coffee table and crossed them at the ankle. With the front window open, anyone looking in would see a pretty, tall mature women relaxing with her feet propped up, enjoying some television. Too small and insignificant to notice was the tiny speck of a boy unbelievably encased beneath mountainous hunks of feminine foot skin. And if they knew how weak and pathetic Josh was, they wouldn't care, not even his mother.

At a measly 1 inch in height,Josh had learned the true power of his mother's feet, and they were nothing for a boy, or anyone for that matter, to take lightly or to treat them as objects to be lusted or fetishized over. His peculiar fantasy, coupled with an abiding insecurity, had led to a situation no one should ever have to endure, even a no-self-esteem little piece of toe lint like Josh. To be tiny and at the feet of a beautiful woman may sound like the ultimate fantasy rush for those with Josh's secret fetish, but real life presented a stark contrast with this fantasy. Constantly being kneaded and squeezed beneath the pungent folds of a woman’s toes, let alone one’s own mother, posed a truly demoralizing dilemma. As Josh, breathed in the rotten stink of his beautiful mother’s toes, some basic, albeit common sense truths, became evident to him. Bodies smell. That was a given, and women, like men, sweat. For tall, strong, physically active women like his mother, the amount of sweat was drastic, as was the smell. For Josh, when he was at a normal height, this was an attractive reality, as he enjoyed the FANTASY of being forced to smell his mother's feet. Diane was simply such a kind person, but so physically beautiful and imposing, Josh had enjoyed fantasizing how horribly arousing it would be to have her find out about his fetish and turn it around on him. Half of that scenario had come true. Wasn't a mother/son bond supposed to be more powerful, more unbreakable than any other relationship? If so, why didn't his mommy notice him, all squeezed and scrunched within her wrinkly foot flesh?

The fact that he had always pondered what it would be like to be in exactly the position he was now, was in hindsight a psychologist's dream case. On some level, he realized that his fetish was a misplaced attraction, a need to be close to his mommy. Diane was a goddess and Josh had mistakenly thought being enclosed within the folds of her toes would be an ideal place. He believed being hugged by Mommy’s smelly toes would be comforting. What a mistake for such a tiny boy to make! Here, he thought he could receive some maternal nurturing, all the while remaining unknown to his mother. Oh, how reality can explode a boy's fantasies. Emotionally distraught and physically a broken shell of a boy at his mother's feet, more than anything, the smell posed the worst torture by far.

Josh had cried his eyes dry, having swallowed what had to have been a gallon of Diana's foot sweat. His eyes were caked over from the continual onslaught of his mother's sweaty toes, drier than earlier or not. But the smell only seemed to intensify the hopelessness of his situation. The fact that his mother was destroying his very life, just from the smell of her feet, all the while going about her day oblivious to his dire predicament, added an unacceptable feeling of humiliation. Josh was so pathetic, so insignificant, that it didn't even register to his mother that her flea sized son was being sweat away beneath her maternal feet. Adding further degradation, the greasy sweat had eroded his clothes off, leaving him naked and in danger of having his privates violated. The smell resembled a mix of rotten dried fruit and something that was horribly sickly sweet. Pungent was the word, but it was almost as if the smell were a living thing, mocking his plight and very existence. It seemed to be stating that he was simply not worth enough to exist apart from the smell of his mother’s feet, that he’d always belonged beneath her.

He wondered if she could see how pathetic he was, if she would agree and keep him there. Against his will, such a thought caused him to grow hard, eliciting more whimpers of patheticness from his sweat coated lips. As he grew aroused, Diane began ever so gently scrunching her warm toes around Josh’s body. Several times the mother brought her son to the breaking point, where only another fraction of pressure would have smushed his life away. More and more, the constant grab and pull of Diane’s toe creases caused Josh to become further aroused. Finally, after a full fifteen minutes of such naughty ministrations, Josh came with a whimper, convulsing and shaking as if stricken with a grand mal seizure. But that didn’t’ stop his mother’s toes. It was as if they were greedy vampires that feasted on his semen. After another scrunching, during which Diane reclined further down in her chair, nonchalantly playing with what she believed was a piece of sock fuzz, Josh gave up his seed, only to have it easily absorbed into the creamy depths of her mighty toes. That’s when the pain began. It was almost as if his mother knew what she’d done and had been waiting for it, like a signal. Because after his release, she squeezed her toes around his fragile body and didn’t let up.

From Diane’s perspective, nothing was out of the ordinary. Women scrunch and flex their toes thousands of times throughout the day. How many of them can say that their son was wedged within their toe crevices while doing so? Well, in this case, had she been aware, Diane could have raised her hand. After only a few minutes, Josh, felt his legs, bones and all, crush into pulp. His screams were muted beneath hunks of maternal foot flesh. No matter, after ten more seconds, Diane, in an attempt to crack one of her toes, unleashed a killing scrunch. Josh felt his head and torso feel like exploding in a blinding white light of pain. Suffice to day that Diane’s toes cracked more than her joints in that moment. Josh's legs were broken ,his arms were snapped and his life was almost ruined . He surely could not carry on but his mother unknowingly may have spared his puny existence . "I'll have a shower". Josh was walked on as his back got crushed . Now Josh was paralysed and could not move . His mother took a swig of water from the tap and rubbed it on the sole of her foot knocking Josh onto the ground . Although he couldn't move he waited for his mother to step on him again . When she did it was