You walk up to your house and open the door. You suddenly hear your moms voice. She sounds like she's on the phone. You quickly remember that you didn't do your chores and decide to try to avoid your mom by shrinking yourself. You'll just run in and if you think she's going to see you, you'll shrink yourself hide and then regrow yourself and go to your room and hide there until she's gone. What could go wrong?
You sneak through the house until you hear the clicks of your moms heels on the floor and her voice signals her approach. You aim the gun at yourself and making sure it's set to shrink before pulling the trigger. You are enveloped by the ray from the gun and shrink quickly. You hear the clicking of heels and your mom rounds the corner. She is massive. Your mom is a tall woman, standing at 5'10/5'11, but she is now absolutely massive especially with 5 inch stilettos on. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and tan skin. She is a pretty woman and is in great shape. She also has big feet, a size 11 if you remember correctly and right now those big feet were bearing down on you.
Your mom is wearing a white button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a black pencil skirt that is mid thigh length. She is also wearing dark nylons over her tan toned legs and a pair of black patent leather louboutin stiletto heels as you can see the red soles of the heels as she turns. "JUST GET IT DONE!" Your mom booms before ending her call and you figure someone at her work is pissing her off. Great so she's in a bad mood. You watch her tap away on her smartphone before walking towards you. The heels click on the floor as her booming footsteps shake the ground.
Your giantess mom approaches you. "Dumb bitch can't do anything right." She mutters. Your mothers giant heels click as she stomps towards you, unaware you are her shrunken son. Suddenly she stops right in front of you, the pointy stilettos right in front of you, so close you can get whiffs of the leather. "What is that? A fucking bug? Not in my house." She says. Oh shit, not good you think. Your mom hated bugs, and normally any bug found in the house was quickly ground out under her foot. You watch her raise her massive heeled foot over you. The red sole of her heel is slightly scuffed but still unmistakably red. "Do I really want to clean bug guts off my Louboutins?" You had never been so happy that your mom wore $700 heels to work. "Whatever. Bug guts aren't that hard of a clean anyway." You are terrified as the size 11 heel clad foot of your giantess mom begins to descend. The gun made you pretty much indestructible but you didn't want to get stepped on. "MOM! MOM! IT'S JAKE YOUR SON. I'M NOT A BUG MOM! PLEASE DON'T STEP ON ME!" You yell up praying your giant mom hears you. The foot stops lowering and you see your moms pretty face as she plants her foot next to you.
"Jake? How'd you get so small?" Your mom says. Suddenly she says in a stern tone, "Did steal you the size gun? I've been looking for it everywhere. It's only a prototype and since I'm an executive they let me borrow it. Ah there it is." Your mom steps over you, her heels clicking as she picks up the gun. "Shrinking yourself huh? That's strange. You knew that everyone would be a giant compared to you right? Dumbass." Your mom says laughing as she places the gun on the table. "I'm sorry mom! Can you please just grow me back? Please?" You tell up to her. "Oh I'm sure you're sorry." She says reaching for you. You watch as your moms massive tan hand, fingers stretched with their perfectly manicured red nails, wrap around you. She lifts you up and grins at you, trapping you in her massive fist. You hear her phone ringing and she looks at the screen in disgust.
"Now what." Your mom mutters before sliding her thumb across the smartphone screen and lifting the phone to her ear. "WHAT?" Your mom roars. You tremble in the iron like grasp as she yells at some unfortunate soul on the other end of her call. Your mom squeezes you tighter as her tone becomes more annoyed. Finally she ends the call and stares down at you grinning. "I think I'm going to keep you this size for now. You wanted to be small and now it's part of your punishment. Hmmm what to do with you?" You can't even scream out in protest as you are crushed in her massive fist.
Your mom grins down at you and slightly loosens her grip on you. "But mom, I-" Your mom suddenly squeezes you tightly once again. "No buts. I had an awful day at work and then I come home to find my son is stealing from me. I'm going to punish you now and what better way to do it then to keep you small? It's what you wanted anyway right? Not my fault you're too dumb to realize the stupidity of your actions." Your mom says in a stern motherly voice. You can do nothing as you are trapped in your mom giant fist.
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