Arriving at today's date in your planner you groaned as you read "Family Day" written in bright red with a huge circle around it. Today was the first dedicated day for parents all the students of the university to visit and check out the school. There would be games set up, information booths, meetings with the staff, you name it. It was an exciting day for much of the student body, as well as their relatives, but you weren't looking forward to it quite so much. The reason was that your mom, Melissa, could be a bit of a danger at times, to say the least.
Your mom loved you with all of her heart, that much you knew for certain, and she never once intentionally inflicted pain onto you for any reason. However, the burden you’ve had to bear for your entire life was the fact that Melissa deep down was the most oblivious, forgetful, ditz that you could imagine. You had lost track long ago of the number of times that she had stepped on you, sat on you, eaten you, or even on rare occasion used you as a tool or article of clothing by mistake. Even when she already was aware of where you were, she frequently would place you in her purse, pockets, cleavage, or any other variety of locations, and end up utterly sidetracked, leaving you there for hours anyway. It was a constant struggle to stay out of harm’s reach when you spent too much time with her, but the worst part of it all was that whenever Melissa would inevitably find you in some compromised position or another, she usually found it… funny.
You shook your head even thinking about this terribly annoying trait of your mom’s, but there was no way to change it. Upon discovering you in one of the classic sticky situations that she was so capable of inflicting upon you unwittingly, for some reason or another her first instinct was to simply laugh at it! Of course, she would always help you out of it (if it was possible) but not before getting a few hearty chuckles in. But as much as this quirk of hers bothered you, you had come to accept it over the years of your childhood and adolescence. Because the truth was that she hadn’t always been this way, when you were much younger she was actually much more painfully protective of you. Back then she wasn’t any less of a ditz than she is now, the only difference was when she would find out that she had accidentally squished you somehow, she would absolutely freak out and beat herself up incessantly over the mistake. This meant that not only would you suffer the pain of the accident itself, but then you would also be forced to console her and tell her not to be so hard on herself. It was exhausting to say the least, and if you were being honest you even preferred her laughing off her incidents with you rather than taking them to heart.
The reason for this drastic shift in outlook for Melissa came from a support group of local mothers all from your hometown that she came into contact with a number of years back. In the early years after the shrinking epidemic changed the world, the compassionate women often found themselves obsessing over the safety of their now tiny, male, friends and family members. However, as the years passed by and more knowledge of the shrinking virus was discovered (especially the nearly indestructible durability of your bodies), some tried to change the perspective on tiny guys away from something to be paranoid over, and towards something to treat more normally and even joke about. The group that your mother got involved with was named “Son Squishers” and you shuddered thinking about them. The Son Squishers were a collection of women, mostly mothers hence the name, that decided to embrace the comical aspects of life that came about naturally when regular sized girls and tiny guys interacted. They shared all kinds of stories, pictures, and videos of the ridiculous situations that they would get into with their own tiny sons and husbands in an effort to learn to laugh at those things rather than feel bad about them. You had to admit it was a commendable exercise in bringing back some form of normalcy to the world, but each and every time your mother would stop to take a quick selfie with you plastered to her ass or under her foot to post to the group, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
Today was going to be the first day you've seen your mom in a few months and you felt a mixture of excitement and fear as you always did. One the one hand she still was your family of course and you loved her no matter what, but on the other hand you could almost guarantee that you wouldn’t make it through the day unscathed. And almost as if it was on queue, you heard a few loud *BOOMS* that you recognized as giant knocks on your front door. Walking over you swung open the door to see none other than the giant foot that you could recognize better than any foot in the world. Covered in her favorite light blue running shoes, which you took a moment to cringe at as she had been wearing them for years now, you stepped outside to greet her. Looking up you saw that the rest of her outfit followed her running shoes' example as it consisted of athletic gear. Tight black yoga pants stretched far above you like skyscrapers and a gray long sleeve with a white puffy vest sat atop of them. While you felt no sexual feelings towards her at all, you were adult enough to admit that your mother was exceptionally attractive. She had a tremendous hourglass-shaped body along with tanned skin, brown hair, and a delicate looking face. Even at 40 years old she managed to maintain this level of beauty. You remembered countless times that your friends in high school would come over to hang out, but inevitably end up gravitating towards your mom by the end of the day. You chuckled remembering how much shit they would give you for her being a "milf" but you learned to take it in stride. After all, half of her looks passed onto you so the situation wasn't all bad.
Now staring up at your mom you saw that she was barely peering over her sizable bust back down at you.
"Oh Tommy you don't know how happy I am to see you, is this your little dorm?" Melissa practically yelled down to you before continuing, “oh it’s so tiny and cute almost like a little shoebox! Wait, hold on one sec!” Your mom then quickly took out her phone and angled it above her head, capturing her face, you, and your dorm in a selfie. She narrated a caption as she typed it out, “Check out my son’s college dorm, it looks just like a shoebox! Thank god my shoes aren’t in there with him, that would be like a free fumigation!” Melissa finished typing her message and sent it to the Son Squishers page as you facepalmed at the entire situation. Regaining your composure you responded,
“Hey mom! Great to see you too! But can you please cool it on all the Son Squishers stuff today? I thought we would have a nice day to bond without too much talk about funny situations between the two of us.” Melissa seemed to hear what you were saying but she responded,
“Oh honey you know I never want anything like that to happen! None of us in the club do! We can have a perfectly safe, carefree day!” You knew that your mom wasn’t lying, the vast majority of the members of the Son Squishers were just like Melissa and only found humor in squishings that happened accidentally...except for one woman. The few times your mom forced you to look at pictures in their group you couldn’t help but notice that this one lady’s photos and videos seemed to be nearly perfectly crafted to look as ridiculous as possible. Almost as if they were staged. But you shook your head out of this dark daydream and focused back up on your mom.
“You’re right! Let’s just focus on the fun day ahead! Now let's head out to the quad, I hear there are lots of activities for family members there! You can walk and I can run fast enough to keep up for the most part!" Looking down, Melissa smiled and you immediately took off running towards the exit to the hallway. Melissa flashed a beautiful smile to herself as she imagined all of the things you two would do together. For this brief moment as her mind was daydreaming of activities, that meant it wasn’t focused on you, and she lifted her left foot to begin walking along with her son. However, in a twist of horribly ironic fate this mere second of lost attention caused her to not look where she was placing her large, left foot.
*SQUISH*
Melissa froze immediately and her eyes went wide upon hearing the barely audible squishing noise. Slowly she aimed her gaze downward and hoped that she would see her son safe and sound on the ground, but as she scanned the nearby carpet there was no trace of you. She stood still for nearly 30 seconds before finally finding the confidence to lift her shoe and scan the bottom of her foot. There she saw you, clear as day, completely squished into the groove of her sole, crumpled into a gap in the pattern.
"Oh no Tommy I can’t believe” Melissa said stifling giggles already, “I already squished you! I’m so sorry! But I just gotta share this one the ladies are going to love it!” Still holding her foot in the air she reached for her phone once more, angling it in the exact same way as before, capturing her face, and the sole of her shoe facing upwards with you steamrolled into a crease in the white sole. “One sec then I’ll get you free!” Just as she had done countless times before, her ditziness combined with the existence of this godforsaken group caused her to drop the foot that was holding you back down to the ground. You watched the carpeted ground approach and then felt nothing but crushing weight and blackness. Whimpering to yourself you prayed for this to end. But unbeknownst to you, Melissa was having some internet issues out of nowhere, and in her utterly sidetracked brain, decided that walking outside might be the smartest move to get service back.
Step after step crushed you into the ground as you wondered how the rest of the day would go...
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