This choice: Your mom continues to torment you • Go Back...Chapter #22Mom the merciless giantess by: Unknown Your mom was reclining on the couch with her feet up on the table and you simply stuck to her hot, sweaty foot. Your moms had her legs crossed at the ankles right over left and was shaking her right foot causing you discomfort as she did so. She was also flexing and scrunching her foot, torturing your tiny form stuck to her stinky sole. Your mom shifted her massive feet and lifted her right foot up and using her left big toe, she scrapped you off her sweaty sole with her red toenail. You landed in a heap after being scrapped from her sole and falling to the table. For the first time in hours, you weren't stuck to the massive sweaty sole of your mom.
You just managed to roll yourself over but you were incredibly weak. Everything hurt and your body screamed in pain. You couldn't even move as being walked on by your godlike mom had taken its toll. You immediately began to gulp fresh air, well as fresh as air tainted by your moms cheesy foot stench was, as you laid there. You stared up at her towering soles, reddened and sweaty, bits of sock fuzz and lint stuck to them, and smelled her cheesy sweaty foot stink. Your mom wiggled her massive toes and laughed. "You're welcome." She mocked. You couldn't do anything but watch as she tilted her soles back and forth over you.
"You know, you never finished giving me my foot massage after work. I think you should finish it for me now." Your mom boomed. You couldn't even move a muscle you were so beaten and battered. You tried to but couldn't budge. "What's wrong? Was that all too much for you?" Your mom taunted. She knew full well it was but wanted to torment you. "Can't even do one simple thing? Pathetic." Your mom boomed and suddenly her right foot, the foot you had been stuck to as your mom trampled you, was coming down on you. Your mom smothered you beneath her sweaty cheesy foot and then began to drag you across the table. She dragged you all the way to the edge an you found yourself plummeting to the carpeted floor which you landed on hard. Your moms massive tan feet slammed down on either side of you.
You groaned in pain and looked up to see your mom smirking down at you. You saw she had her blonde hair in a ponytail and saw she was wearing black yoga pants that came down to her ankle and fit tightly over her long, toned legs along with a blue tank top. "It's been pretty fun walking all over you, bug." She bellowed. You couldn't even speak you were so beaten. "Nothing to say to me? I'm surprised, normally that mouth of yours is never closed." Your mom smirked. You watched as she raised her massive foot up and brought it over you, blocking out her smiling face. The sole was reddened and sweaty, bits of sock fuzz and lint plastered to the smelly sole. She began to lower her foot on to you. You just barely managed to croak out a scream as it came down on you.
Your moms massive foot pressed into you hard. Her hot, sweaty flesh engulfed you as she pressed down on you, forcing you to smell and taste her cheesy foot. Your mom lifted her massive right foot off of you and placed it down before you found yourself looking up at her left foot as it hovered overhead. Her huge foot came dow on you as she pressed you painfully into the ground under her sweaty cheesy foot. You moms feet were soft yet firm and hot and sticky with sweat. She made sure to press her foot hard into your tiny form and giggled as she did. Your mom then lifted her giant foot off of you.
"It feels pretty good stepping on you like this. It's like a massage for my feet." She boomed with a grin.
Your mom continued doing this, lifting up her smelly feet and bringing them down onto you one at a time, switching off which foot she crushed you under. You were smashed under his massive, warm feet, smelling cheesy and sweaty with a musky feminine odor. Bits of sock fuzz and lint stuck to you or even worse, found their way into your mouth and you were forced to swallow it along with tasting her acrid, salty sweat as her warm, sweaty flesh found its way into your mouth. You were forced to watch as she would bring her foot down onto you slowly, and then crush you beneath it.
Your mom did this for you weren't sure how long but finally her left foot lifted off and you weren't greeted by her right foot coming down. Your mom grinned down at your battered and beaten form. "You know, you really need to learn to stand up for yourself and stop letting people walk all over you." Your mom locked before laughing. You watched as her massive hand reached for you, tan fingers outstretched with manicured red nails, as she leaned over a bit to grab you up.
She pinched you up and lifted you to her massive, pretty face, her blue eyes fixed on you. "LET'S GO BUG, I'M NO WHERE NEAR DONE WITH YOU YET. NO ONE ELSE IS HOME SO SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP UP THE PUNISHMENT." She boomed as she stood up and with her free hand stuffed one sock in to each of her running shoes and picked them up with her free hand. She then began to stomp upstairs. Your mom walked through the hallway and into the master bedroom. She placed down the shoes and plopped down on to the large bed and laid against the pillows, her legs positioned so her right was on top of her left. She leaned forward and placed you between her big toe and second toe of her left foot. Your upper body and head were sticking out above her toes but you could still smell the strong cheesy odor emanating from between them. You saw her let her blonde hair down from her ponytail and she grinned. Your moms massive right foot began to move towards you.
Your mom wiggled her massive tan toes of her right foot in front of you, the smell of cheesy feet washing over you. You could see her red toenails as she wiggled her tan toes. Without warning, she moved her foot closer and her wiggling toes began to beat you. She was smacking you with her strong toes, battering your tiny form as you were trapped between her toes.
"What's wrong? Are my toes to much for you?" She taunted as she beat you with them. "Am I being a big, mean giant bullying you and beating you with my smelly toes?" Your began to cry from the utter pain your mom was inflicting on you with this new torture. While she squeezed your lower body with her smelly toes, the toes of her right foot were battering and beating your exposed upper body and head, not to mention the strong cheesy smell hanging all about. You could hear your moms laughter as she battered you mercilessly.
Your mom tapped away on her phone as she beat you with her smelly toes. She would also look at you and laugh and taunt you as her strong toes smacked you around. You were finding it hard to breathe or even maintain any thought as your moms toes battered you. She would also plow the ball of her foot into your trapped body, bending you awkwardly and crushing you under the smelly, firm ball of her foot. After being battered by her toes and foot, your mom leaned forward and plucked you from her toes.
"I'M GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER AND I NEED SOMEWHERE TO KEEP YOU SO YOU WON'T RUN AWAY." Your mom boomed. She got off the bed and walked over to her running shoes. Pulling the gray sock from her right shoe, she dropped you into the shoe and laughed. You were immediately assaulted by the strong stench of sweat and the damp insole. She tripped the shoe so you tumbled along the damp, grimy insole to the toe of the shoe and then shoved the gray sock back into the shoe, blocking off the light.
You were now trapped in your moms humid, smelly running shoe, the smell of sweaty cheesy feet overpowering in the confined space. The insole was nasty as it was damp with her foot sweat and the hot air was thick with the smell of her foot. You couldn't even move you were still in so much pain and found yourself leaping consciousness. You passed out int the darkness of her running shoe while being assaulted by her foot stink.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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