Deviant Downsizing (Chapter 18) (Patreon)

Lost in the slippery darkness, choking on noxious leather-cheesy smog, and dizzily hammered beneath every sweat-sticky collision between his mother’s foot and the shoe’s basin, the shrunken thing dug deep within himself. Just as Lori had intended, he was indeed awash here in conditions more severe than anything he might have gone through outside her flat, and she was determined to trigger another size-altering outburst in him. But it just wasn’t happening, whether out of his subliminal wish to stay this small at her feet forever, or because he was finally broken for good. Every time Mason felt another heart-pounding head-swimming deluge of sensations like something was going to erupt inside him, just as he had before every multi-inch growth or shrinkage in the last two weeks, it faded away again, and he was still left lying in ever-splashing tautly-constricted swampland beneath Lori’s monolithic foot while it took its four-thousandth stride upon him today.

Instead, the only “power” he knew was soon going to rip through him tonight – no matter how hard he tried to fight it – was the overflowing culmination of his lust. He was utterly embarrassed, probably queasier than ever before in his life, and trodden through his every bodily cell with a salty typhoon of his own mother’s execrable foot filth. Yet still, Mason was currently holding at bay the most explosive pleasure-rupture he’d ever felt.

In days past, he’d always managed to stifle his arousal while Lori tried to coax his deviant abilities out by mashing him face-first between her murky toes, staving off the truth until she’d left him alone, and then rushed back inside the sanctity of his dollhouse to rub out his shameful sexual frustration. But he didn’t have that opportunity this time. His mother, loving and devoted as she could be, simply refused to give up on him today until he could take the wheel of his metaphysical abilities. Which Mason still grimly doubted was going to come true for her, but he did know by now that he wasn’t going to be able to withhold this squeamish foot-obsessed passion any longer. He just couldn’t help it. The boy was at least thankful that Lori probably wasn’t going to be able to notice him climaxing inside her shoe, since his spasm would be disguised by the charging momentum of her steps, and the pint of perspiration she had gushing about in here at all times would help dilute any carnal evidence that went through his pants.

Step by literal step under Lori, the inevitable approached. Mason was no longer fighting it, even while scandalous guilt threatened to tear him asunder just as much as the atom bomb of orgasmic appetite he could feel preparing to unleash. But there was nothing he could do. An ocean of the giantess’s revulsive bog-bitter super-sweat had burned through all his defenses like corrosive acid; uncountable sole-smushing blows beneath her giant foot, that leaden-fleshed stage rising and falling upon him with an intoxicating dearth of mercy, had taken an unwinnable toll. Plus, on top of all that, his arousal had mutated so far by now that he wanted this finish more than anything else in existence: even his mother’s pride and joy in him. Tensing every insectoid muscle once more, groaning and shaking through what may well have been the low point of his time alive, Mason finally relinquished what little control he had left. The resultant climax a split-second later was just as catastrophic as he expected: a debilitating shock to the system and the richest well of orgiastic sensation he’d ever savored. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime cum, and it simultaneously made him want to feel like this forever and crawl out of his own skin from shame. Mason’s only saving grace was that Lori indeed failed to differentiate the boy’s sexual floundering beneath her foot apart from his earlier disgust-addled squirming.

But then came the real finish which he’d been building toward all this time. That surge of gratification electrically worked over Mason’s every extremity, granting him greater verve than every previous lifetime climax combined, and then suddenly it pushed beyond even a sensation that could be explained away by mere sexual bliss. He felt “it” again – that same foreign energy he’d only tasted before while trying to take command of his powers, except now it utterly consumed him. It was incredible: freeing and fulfilling more than any climax could ever achieve. With a mighty sigh, Mason embraced that phenomenon, even though he couldn’t tell where it was taking him. At once, he started growing again. Not just an accidental eruption of scope, but like he was flexing a newfound muscle for the first time. Even within this blinding shoe-coffin, coated in his mother’s gloppy foot sweat and still enervated by his own orgasm, he could feel it happening as distinctly as drawing breath into his lungs. Yet, peculiarly, the walls of Lori’s flat didn’t cinch inward to meet him while his body expanded too large for this undersole jail. He was undoubtedly growing, yet his mother’s size-14 shoe – and the meaty-padded monument of her foot itself – remained in perfect proportion with him. What was going on?

The answer came when Lori stamped to a halt and, as far as Mason could tell, took an abrupt seat on the floor, stretching her legs forward and prying either slip-on vessel off as fast as she could. Still confused, he blearily emerged from her flat, and readjusted to the outside world. Judging by the scale of the furniture, he’d roughly quadrupled himself in size back up to two inches tall. And then, pivoting around, he discovered why he hadn’t felt Lori’s shoe comparatively enclosing tighter around him. Because his mother, and all her clothing with her, had also grown to four times her former stature. He’d enlarged both of them at once. Like a frazzled Alice cramped inside a Wonderlandian rabbit’s house, the now twenty-five-foot-tall giantess was hunched over with her back against the wall and laid out to prevent her head from busting through the ceiling above, though the battering rams of her bare feet still shoved over a side table by the time she finished expanding.

“Oh… my… GOD! You DID it! But, y-your power. It’s… not just you. Y-You… changed me, too! You can actually grow AND shrink anyone, but… oh, no. Oh, no,” Lori gawped, at first simply amazed by her son’s evolved abilities as she beheld her new amazonian dimensions, before a more-practical rash of worry dawned on her. Being two stories tall now, she couldn’t exactly go on disguising herself as a non-deviant being while out in plain sight, if Mason couldn’t return her back to normal size at will. It seemed entirely possible they were now both trapped this way at their respective unnatural heights, which would put them each in danger the next time either of them had need to walk out the front door, or even drew back the curtains. One unlucky glance through the window by a paranoid deviant-phobic neighbor was all it would take, and they’d have to go on the run. Yet there’d be nowhere for them to hide this time. Not while Mason was still stuck at a matter of inches high, and his parent had become a real-life amazon as tall as a house. The risk of this whole worst-case scenario played out through Lori’s head at an accelerated blur, and the horror of it showed through her face, no matter how hard she tried to suppress this panic for her son’s sake.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Mason calmly assured her, recognizing that look of dread immediately. For so long, his parent alone had believed in him, when no one else (including himself) ever would have. Now, at last, he could pay off that loving maternal faith. “I can fix this.”

He surprised himself by his own confidence, but once Mason had said this, he realized it was true. Finally able to take charge of his own destiny, he stood before the sprawled enormity of her sweaty heat-oozing foot and found his center. Lori’s astonishment returned, quieting her woe, while Mason intuited the change he wished for. This time, he didn’t even have to grit his teeth or concentrate until his brain hurt. He only cleared his mind and flexed that long-dormant metaphoric muscle he’d unburied in his psyche after so long. As if taking effortless flight, his body ascended up toward his old humanoid size, while Lori’s shrank, until they met in the middle mere seconds later – with both of them back to normal once more. Neither mother nor son was able to find the right words at first, and so they just embraced hard with a cathartic burst of laughter. Their shared relief was so great that, in this celebratory moment, both entirely forgot that Mason was still drenched top-to-bottom in Lori’s rheumy foot sweat and algae-like dregs of leather lint-jam like a waterlogged cadaver pulled from an especially salty marsh.