'TIMES UP.' Cathy giggles from outside, just as you are finishing the last toe imprint. 'OUT YOU COME LITTLE BOY.'
Your whole body is burning with a deep ache as you climb to unsteady legs. You lift the bucket, which is no a chore in itself with your weak arms, and begin walking up the insole, forcing youself on and panting for breath. Soon you reach the heel and see your enormous step mom as she reaches down for the shoe. You hold the bucket steady this time as she brings you up to her face and inspects your work.
'AGAIN, NOT BAD TOM.' She says. She then looks down at you. 'MY, YOU SEEM ALL TUCKERED OUT.' She laughs and you can but smile, nodding in reply.
'It was hard work.' You yell with what little breath you have left in your lungs. 'I didn't think I would get finished in time.'
She grins at you and reaches her thumb and forefinger inside, pinching you between them and pulling you from the punp, bringing you closer to her huge face.
'WELL I'M GLAD YOU WORKED HARD FOR ME HONEY.' She tells you, holding you helpless in her grasp. Being held like this, arms pinned to your sides and your body, from the shoulder down, lost on the grip of her fingers, stirs those feelings in you again. She has such power over you. This morning you could only imagine what it was like to be tiny - now you had been shrunk, inside her giant shoes, and held captive in her grasp. It was ovewhelming, a little scary, but there was something else there too. Excitment didn't quite seem to be the right word.
'I GUESS YOU AREN'T GOING TO GET THROUGH ANY MORE SHOES TODAY.' Cathy tells you, which is both good news and bad. You didn't know if you had the strenght to carry on, but you did wonder what it would be like beging in different pairs of shoes - such as her running shoes, or her mules, or her flip flops. 'AT TWO HOURS A PAIR YOU WOULD WASTE YOU WHOLE WEEKEND INSIDE MY FOOTWEAR.' She laughed. 'PLUS YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED. TELL YOU WHAT, SINCE YOU HELPED ME OUT, YOU GET TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. ANYTHING AT ALL. HOWS THAT SOUND?'
It sounded great. You wondered if this would be a good time to ask her to take you to the mall and get the new video game you wanted. You had asked earlier in the week, politely of coures, and she said she'd think about it. After doing this for her you figure it was as good a time as any to ask again.
Of course, there was another option. She was hardly mad at you at the minute, quite the opposite, she seemed really happy with you. Would this be the perfect time to tell her about those secret thoughts you'd been having. Being small like this has only piqued your curiosity, and now more than ever you wanted to know what it would be like to be a toy for her giant, pretty feet. The thought seemed both scary and tantalizing. You weren't sure you wanted her to torture you, in fact you doubted very much you wanted that, but maybe she would play nicely with you. That could be fun. of course, she could think you crazy, or weird, and you have no idea how she'd react then.
'WELL?' Cathy asked.
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